[Fanfic][Ranma][Lemon]Good Fangs Pt. 3 "To every cat there is a
Tyson Roberts
Ranma 1/2 Lemon Fanfic - To every cat there is a season - part 3 of ? of the
Hentai Adept Series
Standard disclaimer:
These characters are not owned by
me and I am using them without
permission from Rumiko Takahashi.
So there.
WARNING!:
This is a LEMON fanfic, if you know what this
means and are offended by it then don't go any
futher. Doing so would just void my warning, and
then what would I even have written this part for?
If you don't know what this means and are offended
by it then you are pretty messed up (even moreso
than me!) and if you plain don't know what a lemon
is then you should have gathered from the clues in
this paragraph that it either is, or is not
something you would appreciate.
To every cat there is a season
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Shampoo woke bright and early. The sun shone in the window of
her room, illuminating her hair as she sat up and casting all kinds of odd
shaped shadows into the corners. Shampoo sighed, it was monday morning.
"Time to work." she said without sounding particularily enthused at the
prospect. Nonetheless, she rose from her futon and walked to the bathroom
where she would ready herself for a day as a waitress.
Shampoo realized as she began to bathe that her vaginal area was
still sore from the night before. She looked down at herself with
concern, checking to see if anything was different there. She realized
this was silly, many girls have had sex and she had not heard about
anything changing in them. But then again, she had never heard that
it would hurt this much. She looked down at that region again and saw
that it had not altered it's appearance from the last time she had looked.
Other than that her bath was without incident and after she had
done her business Shampoo went out to Nekohanten to open the restaurant.
As she walked into the Nekohanten's main eating area she saw Cologne
standing, staring at the floor in interest.
"Now, what's this? Now, how did that happen?" she said looking at the
splintered pinewood. Shampoo grimiced, she knew that Ryouga must have
broken the floor the previous night; he was known for that sort of thing.
She walked up behind the old women and decided to feign ignorance.
"Shampoo ready for...oh! What this, Great-Grandmother?" she asked
innocently.
"It seems that somehow during the night the floor has been splintered."
Cologne replied in her contemplative voice she too often used.
"Hiya! How that happen?" Shampoo again asked with feinged concern.
"I'm not sure, child. You were here last night, were you not? Did you
hear anything...unusual?" Cologne asked inquisitively.
"Shampoo hear nothing, Great-Grandmother." she lied as best she could.
"Hmm...." Colgone thought deeply for a moment, she knew the girl was
lying but did not know why. "Alright, it must have been Mousse, then.
We'll have to be sure to punish him for that."
"Hai!" Shampoo said with relief she tried to mask as her typical frevor at
the thought of punishing Mousse. She had been worried that Cologne was
beginning to suspect her.
"I go cook now, yes?" She asked.
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Shampoo worked through the day as usual. At around two o'clock
she took her break. She did not normally do this, but this Monday was
unusually quiet and she had nothing to do, anyways. She leaned against
the counter and sighed.
After a moment, she turned her head to her right to notice the
special pot of Ramen she had cooked yesterday was still sitting on the
stove.
"Hmmm, that should have been thrown out..." she mumbled. Shampoo was
about to grab it and throw the evil potion out (she couldn't use it now,
anyways. No one would eat old ramen) when she noticed something. She
looked at the ramen and there were a few noodles on top. The noodles on
top appeared to be wrapped around a spoon she had been using to stir. She
looked at it for a moment and saw that it seemed to be hard. <Hmmm,
that's wierd.> she said as she reached for it. She grabbed it and, sure
enough, the noodle was hard.
Shampoo held the ramen piece up in front of her. Using her
thumb and index finger she snapped it in half.
"Hmmm..." she said and looked away in thought as she began absent-mindedly
rubbing the stiff noodle between her fingers. After a
moment she stopped with a start. Her crotch was burning.
"Oh! Shampoo hot all of sudden."
Shampoo looked down and looked at the noodle in her hand.
<It's much stronger than before...> she thought. Shampoo looked down at
the pot of ramen and noticed that half the liquid the ramen was in was now
gone. <The liquid go away, now the stuff stronger...> her mind and body
now burning. She knew what had happened but also knew that it didn't
matter at the moment. Shampoo needed *IT* again.
After the previous night she knew she couldn't go back to doing it
by herself-the real thing was so much better-and she was really aroused
because of the ramen.
Shampoo looked out the door of the kitchen. She needed a man, she
needed one now. Scanning the room she saw many women but passed them up
immediately-she was a man hunter, and there were no men in the Nekohanten.
Shampoo began to frantically scan the room for a stud to quench
her burning lust. She was about to scream in frustration at seeing so many
women and not a single man when Mousse bumped her from behind.
"Oh, sorry great-granny, I was getting the hammer to pound in the new
boards." he said.
Shampoo grabbed him without a word and dragged off with to her
bedroom. Once there Mousse complained to her.
"What are you doing, you dried up old hag?!"
She took hold of his glasses and pulled them down over his eyes
where they should be. He was suprised, to say the least.
"Shampoo! What..." he looked at his surroundings. "What are we doing in
your room!?"
Shampoo simply sat down on her futon and invited him to join her.
Mousse nearly blew a gasket. Shampoo not only hadn't hit him yet, but she
was going to let him sit next to her.
"O...okay!" he said, his voice almost squeeking as he sat himself down.
His arms sat at his sides, usure of what his goddess wanted of him.
Shampoo grabed his head forcefully and turned it to face hers.
Mousse closed his eyes, afraid she was going to hit him like so many
times before, but the blow did not come. A kiss came in it's place.
Mousse opened his eyes and saw Shampoo's face inches from his. He
stared at her for a long moment, still unsure of what happened. Then it
dawned upon him.
"Shampoo!" he whispered in disbelief.
Shampoo merely grabbed him without a word and pushed him onto his
back. He willingly obeyed, letting his master do whatever she wanted.
She didn't fool around, immediately Shampoo began to pull open Mousse's
robe in front. Clubs, Maces, throwing darts, spears, swords and a few
cans of peaches came falling out the sleevs of his robes as Shampoo pulled
the piece of clothing completely from his torso.
Shampoo looked on as the weapons fell out. There seemed to be
hundreds of them, all comming from within his robe. <I wonder what kind
of hidden weapon he has for me?> she thought to herself, a wicked smile
momentarily crossing her face.
As soon as she had him down to nothing but boxers (with ducks on
them, no less) she positioned herself on top of his muscular stomach and
began to remove her clothing.
Mousse looked on in wonder, <This has to be a dream!> his mind
told him. Shampoo had barely even tolerated him before, let alone talked
to him for any length of time. <This has to be a dream!> he repeated his
thought.
Shampoo had her apron and top off. She towered above Mousse
wearing only her pants, her chest bare. Mousse's jaw dropped open, his
lips moved as if he wanted to say something but his mouth just flapped in
air. She looked down at her new lover and smiled. Leaning forward
against him she took his glasses from his face, noticing how handsome he was
without them. Then, leaning into his chest, she put her head next to his,
she wispered into his ear.
"Shampoo want you Mousse,"
"Sh...Shampoo.... you're not wearing a bra!" Mousse finally got it out.
"Of course not, baka. It tangle when Shampoo become cat." she answered,
wondering why every man was so amazed at this fact.
Then, sitting up on top of him again she took his hand in hers.
"Take me Mousse." she told him.
Mousse's felt like his nose was about to explode but he managed to
keep it in check. He watched as his goddess moved off of him and lie down
next to his body on the futon. He sat up and turned his head to look at her
lying there. Then, taking the inititive (and her invitation) he went for
it.
Moving over to straddle her he leaned his head down, still not
believing his luck this day. Placing a hand at each breast he began to
rub. Shampoo sighed in pleasure as he groaped her. Her nipples were
already erect but they seemed to become even moreso as he touched her.
Shampoo wanted more pleasure. She reached out to grab Mousse's
head and pulled it in to meet her chest. Finding himself pushed into her
breast he knew what she wanted and began to lick and swirl his tounge
around her nipple.
The chinese girl moaned as this new stimulation came to her, the
heat and rythum in her body increasing.
Ryouga had not done this with her, she had only dreamed about this type of
thing in her fantasies of Ranma.
The boy continued to lick and circle her nipple. Then he tried
something. After one swirl around her breast he pushed forward slightly and
took a large part of her breast into her mouth and sucked on it. Shampoo
gasped in pleasure. Her heat below building almost exponentialy.
Mousse continued this routine for several minutes. Then, suddenly
Shampoo pushed him aside.
"Shampoo do something for Mousse, now." she said as she grabbed his
boxers. Before he could protest she pulled them from his body. Mousse
gasped in pain as the fabric pulled quickly on his member. Shampoo looked
in awe at it. His penis was large, much larger than Ryouga. Although
she hadn't really had the time to look at the other boy's member, she
could tell just by the sight that this one was much bigger than the one
that had been in her last night. The pillar stood up from his body and
held rigid. Shampoo took it in her hand and this time it was Mousse's
turn to gasp at the sensation.
Holding it, she began to pump. Mousse loved this, he sat back,
breathing hard as she played with his member. She did this for only a
short time before she moved her head up next to the monstrous thing and
began to lick the crown. Mousse merely groaned in pleasure. After she
had lubricated the head Shampoo took it in her mouth. He felt her take it
in and reflexivly thrust his pelvis forward.
Shampoo was suprised at his thrust, but did not pull away as he
began slowly pumping his member in and out of her mouth. She began to move
her head so that she would meet his thrusts half way.
Mousse was in absolute bliss. His dream come true. <No, this is
much more than I could have hoped for.> He groaned as his cock moved in and
out of her wet mouth.
Shampoo's mouth was stuffed with Mousse but she kept going. His
penis was so long and wide that Shampoo felt as if she were trying to shove
a flagpole into her mouth. He began to thrust further, the end of it going
back, back towards her throat.
Mousse began moving his hips even faster until suddenly she felt
him explode. Cum came gushing from his member into her moist mouth.
Shampoo didn't know what to do, she had to get rid of it or her mouth would
fill, so she swallowed it. Gush after gush came out of Mousse as he groaned
loudly.
"SHAMPOOOOO!!!" he yelled, but at a controled level. Then he stoped.
Shampoo swollowed the last of his jism and watched for a moment as his
member began to soften.
Now it was her turn. She moved her body over on top of Mousse, her
crotch now directly above her face. She pushed herself into Mousse's face.
The boy reacted after a moment, trying to figure out what she
wanted. Then he understood.
She was still wearing her pants so Mousse began to rub Shampoo
through the fabric, feeling the shape of her under her clothes. He could
feel the enormous heat comming from her and the wetness that now soaked
through even her outer pants. Even more than that, Mousse could smell her.
It was a musky odor, very strong from where he was.
Shampoo felt him removing her pants. She loved the way he was
touching her. Now with the pants off he felt closer, massaging her through
the cotton panties until he took even those.
Mousse looked in almost sheer joy as saw her treasure hanging only
a few inches from his face. He reached out with his hand and began rubbing
his fingers over her outer lips. Shampoo squirmed as he did so.
The boy was ever so gentle, rubbing gently acrost her slit, up to
the top and then down. Shampoo felt a wave of energy when he touched the
tip of her slit.
"Mousse...touch top part again..." she said to him. Mousse complied and he
began to rub Shampoo there until her love button emerged from it's hood.
Shampoo moaned her pleasure. Mousse decided to try something else. Raising
his head he began to lick her. Making long strokes and accentuating them
at her now protuding button he began to push into her lips more.
Mousse stopped on one stroke and gently took his hands to her. He
slowly and carefully parted her petals and pushed his tounge in. The
effect on the girl was electric. Mousse felt her jump as he did. He pushed
his tounge in as far as it would go. Shampoo shuddered. He began to
lash her repeatedly with his tounge.
Suddenly Shampoo began to spasm. Her whole body seemed to cry out
and Mousse found himself with a very wet face. At first he was he was a
little suprised but he quickly realized that this wasn't a bad thing. In
fact, from what he had gotten in his mouth he realized he liked the taste,
and lapped up all the stray juce.
Feeling him do this to her she began to concentrate on him again.
Looking at his soft member she wondered if she could get him up once more.
Mousse felt as Shampoo grasped his soft member in his mouth but did
not stop with his work. She did this for a while, feeling it begin to
swell. After several minutes Mousse felt his cock come
back to life in her mouth.
Shampoo, happy at having rejuvinated his tool decided it was time
to go the rest of the way. She moved off of him, rolling to the side once
more and beconed to him.
He looked at her with a look of astonishment.
"Shampoo! Are you sure you want to..." he asked her incredulously. Doing
this was one thing, but to actually go to the final stage was something
else.
Shampoo merely nodded and motioned for him to get down. The chinese
girl watched him kneel down and move over her. Once he was in position she
spread her legs to alow him to continue. Mousse looked at her one more
time and she smiled at him. Mousse looked confused for a moment and then
smiled back, confused by the fact that in the past Shampoo smiling at him
just before she did something mean. In this incidince, it was just the
opposite.
Taking his member by the hand he pressed it against her. He took it
and moved it slowly up and down her crack slowly. He looked at her,
smiling, almost playing with her. Shampoo gave him an evil glance and
warned him to continue. Seeing this, Mousse placed his tool at her entrance
and began to slowly enter her. Shampoo sighed in pleasure and in pain.
Mousse was much bigger than Ryouga and her cunt was still sore from the
other night. She knew she had to bear it, though. She gasped slightly as
he slowly pushed it in her. <this is so much different than last night> she
thought. Ryouga had entered her with one thrust, sending shockwaves of
pleasure and pain through her as he tore past her cherry. This was a
completely different experience, she could feel him slowly making progress
inside of her. Shampoo could feel his member slowly making it's way,
stretching her walls outward to accomidate it's wide girth. It still hurt,
but the pleasure far outweighed the price.
At last he had it all in. The entire length of his shaft was buried
inside her. Shampoo was amazed at how full she felt. She could barely
clamp down on him if she tried. Then, he pulled out.
She shuddered as he withdrew from her. Mousse felt his member pull
out to the head and paused for a moment. Then pushed it back in, forcing
it's full length into her eager body. Shampoo gasped in pleasure.
They began moving with each other, then. Using thier weight and
his forward thrusts to connect and then to dislodge, only to thrust together
again. Mousse buried his face into her chest and began to suck on her tit.
Shampoo just let him take her, grabbing bedspread in two hands.
Then, he knew he couldn't hold it anymore. He began thrusting
wildly, pushing himself as far up inside Shampoo as he could before he
burst again.
"SHAMPOOOO!!!" Mousse shouted for the second time. Shampoo felt his hot
seed shoot up far inside her. The burning stuff was too much for Shampoo
and she felt herself go as well.
"MOUUUUUUUUSEEE!" the chinese girl screamed.
Mousse, too exhausted, fell asleep. Shampoo waited for several
minutes and then rolled him off. Looking at him there, smiling like an
idiot, she knew he was innocent and hated what she had to do.
"If Mousse remember, he tell everyone he Shampoo fiance. Shampoo no can
have that....Shampoo sorry, Mousse..."
Shampoo went to the bathroom and fetched the dreaded bottle
numbered 411.
Outside, Cologne, holding a ramen noodle with a pair of chopsticks,
took her ear from the door.
"Hmmmm...." she said.
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To be continued
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Author's Notes:
Okay, this is not an uncommon lemon paring, I realize. I wrote this
section for two reasons. First, I needed for Shampoo to have some
consentual sex for contrast. Second, I needed to establish a continuation
of the Aphrodesiac idea. A possible additional reason was a reason to get
Cologne involved. (NO!! She will *NOT* be participating in this lemon. If
she does, I command everyone who reads it to track me down and stab me to
death with blunt objects. And *THEN* kill me). She will simply be making
plans to mess with people like she usually does.
I wrote this section of the series a meer 3 days after I wrote the
previous. I assure you all this will most likely *NOT* happen in the
future. I *DO* have things to be doing and shouldn't be spending as much
time as I do writing my sick stories ^^.
I would appreciate more mail (I so love reading mail). I have
greatly appreciated all the responses I have recieved so far. If I didn't
respond do your mail, I'm sorry, I probably misplaced it before I responed
to it. So far I have recieved no negative responses to my work. This
suprises me (Am I really that good? I really don't think I am. Somebody
stop me before this goes to my head!!)
The next section will probably be written within a month.
When within that month will depend on several factors which I won't go into
here as I know the rest of you have better things to be doing.
Oh, well.
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Writing time: about 1:45
Editing time: about 35 minutes
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