Suggested changes: {before : after}
On Sat, 22 Feb 2003 10:31:05 -0500 DB Sommer <sommer@3rdm.net> wrote:
Just as he started to leap, a hurled bonbori struck him in mid-air. It
failed to do any real damage, but altered the course of his trajectory so
that he ended up bouncing {facefirst : face first} off the rock, then landed in the koi
pond with a loud splash.
Unable to resist the invitation, Ranma-chan did as she was offered. She
savored every inch of the soft, pliable flesh that was sheathed in soft
silk, taking a moment to fondle the hardened nipple underneath. Ranma-chan
decided there was no better sensation {his : her} sense of touch could give her.
"These are just fabulous." She resisted the urge to lay her head down
between Shampoo's ample bosom and rub her head up and down between them.
Instinctively, even as one part of his mind had formulated a stratagem of
retreat for more space, another part identified the cry as coming from
Kasumi. Years of training honed his mind to react without thinking.
Familiarity with the layout of the room let him know one of the outside
walls was less than a half meter behind him, and Kasumi was between {he : him} and
the wall. Obviously, when the fight had broken out, she had opted to retreat
in the same path he had. His focus had been solely on evading the blade,
making him unaware of her retreat. He could tell the next thrust was another
straight one aimed for his chest. Disarming was impossible at this angle,
not with the skill Shampoo was {using : showing : demonstrating}. He could move left and avoid the
thrust, but Kasumi would still be in the path of the weapon. He could try to
catch it in his hands, but intense lessons with his father showed he lacked
the skills to realistically do that, especially with the speed of the blade.
And if the sword went through him and out the back it could still stab
Kasumi. By now he was familiar enough with the oldest Tendou girl to know
she lacked the reflexes to flee before being impaled.
"Why mine?!" Akane protested with unusual vehemence.
Shampoo mirrored the sentiment. "Yes, why Shampoo have to stay with her?"
They certainly seemed to be getting along well before.
All the girls rose from their chairs and surrounded Ranma. They all looked
at {hmi : him} expectedly.
Well, technically that was untrue. She had an idea, but only in the vaguest
of terms. She had never actually done anything like it before, and at this
point, she didn't want to take the chance of screwing up and having Shampoo
get disappointed and walk out. Oh, why hadn't she played with her
cursed-form's pussy and gotten some experience? Given how wonderful
Shampoo's {maniuplations : manipulations} had been so far, Ranma-chan realized she had been
stupid in denying herself pleasure from her cursed body. It was a mistake
that might doom this ideal situation.
The girl underneath arched her back and nearly threw off Shampoo. And she
had thought the fingers were something else. That tongue was far more
dexterous. Almost prehensile, from the way it was savagely lashing itself
into her loins. Ranma-chan was too overcome by waves of pleasure that had
been alien to her existence, for the sensations as a girl were very
different from those as a male, though no less pleasurable. All she could do
was try to hold still and make Shampoo's 'ride' easier, and savor the {ectasy : ecstasy}
that was making her gasp in delight.
Again and again that tongue seemed to hit just the right spot (which was
practically everywhere) to heighten the fires in Ranma-chan's loins and
increasing her stimulation. Shampoo tightened her grip on her lover's lower
legs, holding the wiggling limbs in place so she could tongue all over and
in precisely the areas she wanted, not allowing Ranma-chan to move.
Eventually Shampoo settled on one spot that seemed even more {sensative : sensitive} to
the redhead, and focused most of her attention there.
If something doesn't happen soon, Ranma going to want to stay a girl
forever.
No experimentation meant having little in the way of stamina when it came to
experiencing female sexual arousal, and Ranma-chan had no idea of what her
breaking point was. So she was caught by {surprised : surprise} when, in mere minutes,
Shampoo's lapping tongue on the redhead's clitoris finally sent her over the
edge and she came. Despite wanting to remain quiet, Ranma-chan wailed in
ecstasy as the orgasm overcame her senses. The writhing was intense enough
to force Shampoo to relinquish her tight grip on Ranma-chan's legs and allow
the redhead's fluids to leak out to the floor, rather than into the Amazon's
waiting mouth.
The pussy above her wiggled slightly. "Now {airen : Airen} take care of Shampoo."
Eventually Shampoo sagged, collapsing on top of Ranma-chan. "That was too,
too, good {airen : Airen}. A bit sloppy, but more than make up for it with how long
you tongue is."
Shampoo sidled up to Ranma-chan. "Is good idea. Shampoo be more than happy
to wash {airen's : Airen's} hot little body off."
Oh yes, Ranma-chan thought as she dumped the bucket of hot water over her
head, they were definitely kindred spirits.
Oops.
Shampoo hesitated, then shook her head. Bitterly, she said, "Is too late.
Ranma ruin mood. Shampoo going to bed." She spun on her heel and exited
through the door, slamming it behind her so it rattled in its frame.
Akane is unlikely to be amused when she wakes up with Shampoo
smelling so strongly.
Not as happy with this as the previous chapters, but it accomplished what I
needed in introducing elements of the underlying plot, meeting Shampoo and
showing her changes, as well as getting some more interaction between the
characters, and Ranma actually getting some, even if it wasn't quite in the
way he had expected (not that he's exactly complaining about it, mind you
^_^). Next chapter we find out what happens when we discover that 'Mars
Needs Women.'
Actually he is complaining. He thought he could have fun with Shampoo
in both forms.
I am looking forward to his attempts to thank Sayuri and avoid Yuka.