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The Attractiveness Factor
- Part II : Stuttering Manhood -
by PhoneyNT
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The Chinese amazon skitted across the roof and swung down from the shingles
at the edge onto a windowsill. The window that belonged to the sill was
locked.
"No matter," hummed Shampoo, whipping out a glass cutter.
She reached her hand through the hole and flicked the window lock, then tried
to push the window open. It seemed to be stuck, so she used the glass cutter
to scratch open a huge hole and proceeded to climb through.
Shampoo stepped over the panda while glancing at Ranma, who was fortunately
in male form. He was halfway out of his futon and mumbling incoherencies.
She ripped the covers back to uncover him. Ranma was wearing boxers and that
muscle shirt.
"Good," Shampoo thought to herself mirthfully, "all the easier to take off in
a hurry."
She had already rehearsed the plan in her mind. A pre-emptive strike right
at the maximum repercussion zone. Her eyes riveted on his boxers.
"Mmmm," Ranma moaned.
Shampoo was perplexed. She hadn't even touched him yet. "It must be my mere
presence," she giggled, "this is easier than I thought it would be."
"Cold," the only word that made any sense from Ranma's mouth.
"No worry, future husband, will make warm for you," Shampoo said aloud with a
smile.
Ranma's eyes fluttered open, "Who the hell opened the window--uh, Shampoo?"
Shampoo stammered, "uh, hi, hu-husband--"
"Shampoo, I think you'd better get out of here before Akane--"
"--no! You no worry about stupid girl. I--I..."
"Shampoo," Ranma was beginning to raise his voice slightly.
Shampoo was in a quandary. "What do I do, what do I do? Maybe...maybe if I
appeal to his sense of manhood..."
"Ranma!" Shampoo cried as she dove at him, kissed him rather noisily, and
continued, "you a man, you have man's need, no?"
"Uh--what are you talking about?"
"Silly husband!" Shampoo giggled, then tugged at Ranma's boxer shorts.
"Wh-what?!" Ranma jumped up, dumping Shampoo on the ground.
"B-but...husband...every man want, no?"
"Wh-why...n-no way! Akane would beat the living shit out of me!"
"Oh, you afraid of violent tomboy, Ranma? Shampoo not worry! Will be back
and next time, will make Ranma alone with Shampoo!" A purple streak zipped
out the window.
"Uh...right," he responded belatedly.
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Ranma ambled inside, in female form after his morning fight with Genma, and
grinned at the smells of Kasumi's excellent breakfast.
"Wh-what?" Ranma wondered at the sight of the dining room before him.
Akane sat alone, in her nightclothes, on the table, and no one else was in
sight. The breakfast wasn't around either.
"Ranma."
"Uh..what?"
"I w-wan--" Akane could not seem to finish her sentence. She choked.
"What? You ...?"
"I want you," Akane had to force the words out of her mouth for some reason,
then she faltered, "--to tell me what you were doing with Shampoo this
morning."
"N-nothing! She ran in on me!"
"R-right..." Akane supplied the most simple answer she could muster.
"What am I doing," thought Akane to herself, "I...I can't do this! What
happened to my resolve that was there yesterday?"
"Well...where's breakfast?" Ranma interrupted her thoughts.
"Hmm," replied Akane.
"I feel so...wrong--" Akane began to herself.
"Hey! I wanna eat!" yelled Ranma at the top of his lungs.
"Oh...yeah. Come back in, everyone! I'm done talking."
Genma and Soun stepped in from the kitchen, then grinned to each other.
"Our children are getting along now!" Genma whispered none too quietly.
"Say, you guys weren't...spying, were you?" Akane wondered for her father's
benefit.
"Uhh...no, we would never--" Soun started.
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Akane sat in her room and clutched her knees to herself.
"Uh. At this rate, I won't be getting anywhere..."
Tears began to flow, but she blinked them back vehemently.
"I don't cry! I'm not weak! I will keep that stupid bimbo from taking..."
She began to daydream about what it would be like with Ranma.
Ranma and Akane laughed about their childrens' antics. The kids are doing
so well. Akane surveys the dojo which Ranma teaches from, then goes inside
to get the succulent breakfast which is just finishing in the kitchen.
Suddenly, Ranma grabs her, picks her up, and puts her on a downward slant
going down the small flight of stairs leading to the dojo, then Akane gasps,
grins at the smell of the burning breakfast, what is wrong with well-done
meat? The skirt lifts easily with almost no prompting and falls to an upside-
down hang. They are kissing, the kids are nowhere around, Akane waits for
Ranma to initiate.
"Huh!" Akane wakes with a start, "wh-what...that's not right...no, it's the
way it should be...no...wait, wait," she says to no one in particular.
She flushes guiltily, then thinks, "I--I can't...is that what things really
will be like? Y-yes, of course!"
"I'm gonna win Ranma over one way or another...this is right, this is the sure
way to get it done!"
She climbed on top of the bed for a nap. "Funny," she thought, "when was the
last time I took a nap?" as she fell into an untroubled sleep.
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Ranma sighed and slipped into the warm bath, and reveled in the transformation
to maleness.
"Damn curse, damn curse, damn fianc‚es, I'm in deep shit all the time, and now
Shampoo seems to be even more determined to get me...and Akane seems with-
drawn, same as last night at dinner! I think I'll check on her to see if she
is okay, well, so that Mr. Tendo won't attack me..."
The window slid open, and in popped a perfect female specimen, which turned
around and smiled.
"Nihao!"
Ranma started, he tried to get out the bath, then blushed, cast about for a
towel, the nearest one was on the far wall.
"Sh-Shampoo, could you get me that towel, please?"
"Silly husband, what you need that for?"
In an amazing flash, the Cat Cafe uniform was off and on the floor, and
Shampoo sitting in the bath next to Ranma.
"Uh...Shampoo...could you...hold a sec?"
Shampoo laughed aloud. She thought knew what that meant. "He wants a moment
so he can suppress his urges, but there won't be any need for that, you honor-
able husband of mine!"
"If she could turn for a second, I could grab that towel and be out," Ranma
plotted.
Shampoo had her own plans, however. She rose, Ranma looked at her all-too-
familiar body with something close to, but not exactly, boredom. Then the
excitement came.
Using her hands for back-and-forth motion, Shampoo grated her nether regions
against the edge of the tiled bath. Ranma whimpered and started to futilely
push himself against the wall of the tub to put distance between himself and
the sensual Amazon.
Shampoo moaned loudly, whispered encouraging words to Ranma, then slipped,
bumped forward roughly a bit, she bit her tongue by accident in the middle of
an excessively loud ecstatic yelp.
"Quiet," Ranma hissed, "Akane would..."
Shampoo closed her eyes and cried, "No worry about stupid tomboy!"
Ranma watched the eyes, when they closed he grabbed the edge of the tub, ready
to vault towards the door. As if inviting him, the door opened. The pair of
eyes on the other end showed concern...then disbelief...then wild anger.
"What are you doing?" Akane screamed at the top of her lungs. "I heard
screaming, I thought something had happened to you...but then again, I guess
something has...you pervert!"
"W-wait, I didn't--"
Shampoo, watching impassively, started to leap to action to protect Ranma, but
by the time she was up, Ranma was a speck in the sky.
"You! Y-you...you...slut!"
"You just jealous, will see you at wedding!" Shampoo laughed while
grabbing her uniform, slipping it on in another mystical show of skill, and
leaping out the small window.
-
Akane stormed into the dojo.
"So, he's that easy to win over, eh? I'm so...mad...I'll show him! I'll show
him, I will! He'll be sorry!"
The images from the daydream filtered back into her mind, but this time her
mood welcomed them. Her angry mind filled in the gap at the end with
appropriately brutal scenes. Ranma, suddenly turning brutal, pouring all his
physical strength into his efforts, Akane whimpering and kicking her feet on
his back, causing discolorations where they struck.
"Ranma, you fool..." Akane mused as she journeyed upstairs to her room.
-
Midnight.
Akane pushed the door open with a creak. Her mind whirled with anger and
jealou--just anger.
She stormed inside and saw two figures in Ranma's futon. One was snoring.
"Fine, what will Shampoo say when I take him right under her nose!"
Akane bent down to kiss Ranma and wake him up, but her neck locked in place.
Suddenly, Ranma met her halfway. Akane's heart leaped. She somehow found the
power to pull his head to hers. Ranma was female, she noticed belatedly. No
matter, once Ranma was with her, she could get the teapot and...
Ranma's mouth opened, Akane was a little clumsy having only read extensively
about "french kissing" but never having practiced any.
She and Ranma parted at the sound of someone speaking in surprise.
"Oh, Akane...I'm...I didn't know..."
"Wha--?" wondered Akane.
"I know you think I let you down, b-but, you don't need to turn to ..."
Akane looked downwards to the source of the voice.
"But he met me halfway, what is he back down there for?" Akane wondered.
She looked ahead, then noticed the glint of moonlight...revealing purple hair.
Shampoo had just arrived at the same realisation. Naturally, she was equally
surprised. "What going on?"
"You two are perverts!" Ranma decided aloud while he suddenly sat up.
Shampoo threw a mighty punch at Akane, who was already rising into the air,
but her whipping foot caught Ranma on the side of the face, while Shampoo's
fist smashed Ranma's other cheek.
He sunk into a darkness, which was actually welcome considering the events of
the day.
-
...To be continued!
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Well? Ready for LEMON yet? Or never? ^_^
Yes, I know this ep needs quite a bit of revision, don't you agree? I await
your comments and criticism [braces for the blow]
I don't know if I got across Akane's standpoint on these events clearly or not.
I don't know if Shampoo would really act like such an...uninhibited person.
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