Nekophilia
by Uncle Fester
It had been almost a year since Ranma and Akane were married.
Unlike the first time, all went well. There were no interruptions of
the ceremony by jealous suitors or dissenting wannabe's. As expected,
the nuptials caused many changes in Nerima - most for the better.
All came to grips with the wedding in their own way - all except
one. Only one could never give up. Only one was faced with the
choice of victory or disgrace. Only one would continue the pursuit -
alone.
In a small, run down apartment over what used to be her cafe,
Shampoo waited. She had returned to her village after the wedding
only to find herself in disgrace. Even her great-grandmother couldn't
help her in face of her obvious failures to either kill the female who
beat her at festival or bringing back as her husband the male who
defeated her later. Unable to bear the shame any longer, she returned
to Japan with a plan born of desperation. Her plan was based on
something her great-grandmother told her about men - especially
married men. There was a weakness she never exploited properly. A
weakness common among all married men yet exclusive to Ranma. In
spite of his marriage to Akane, there was still a chance. She could
still return to her village in pride - with a husband. But the timing
would have to be exactly right and she would have to endure pain
beyond anything previously experienced to win. For many weeks,
Shampoo quietly meditated and prepared herself - determined to be
ready when the time came.
For Ranma and Akane, marriage had proven to be less than either
had expected. The wedding was a dream come true for Akane, but the
wedding night was a disaster - for both. Ranma proved to be less than
the considerate lover Akane had hoped for, sloppy in his technique and
selfish in his outcome. For Akane, the event was spoiled by her
nervousness and fear. She was able do little more than passively
respond to her husband's actions. It was disappointingly short,
brutishly mechanical, and very painful. It left her with a resolve to
never experience such again. Needless to say, things went downhill
from there. Whenever Ranma tried to have sex with his wife, Akane
repeatedly refused until recriminations flew and feelings were hurt.
Outside the home, things were little better. Ranma qualified for
college, barely passing the national entrance exams, but Akane,
inexplicably, failed her exam. She could still remember the shock and
pain of standing in the pouring rain to see her number posted with
such a low score. The shame of her failure was enhanced by the joy of
those around her who qualified for college, letting their exuberance
wash over everyone who would listen, much to Akane's annoyance.
Perhaps the problem was the exams came too close after the wedding.
Perhaps it was because Akane stubbornly insisted she knew how to take
the test. Perhaps she secretly didn't want to take the test in the
first place. Whatever the case. Unless she tried again next year,
she was not going anywhere beyond high school.
Their living arrangements were the only thing that changed in the
Tendo home. Kasumi still cooked and cleaned while Nabiki still
plotted and schemed. The fathers, now sharing Soun's room, spent all
their time drinking, playing games, and pestering the couple about
grandchildren. For Akane, it was a living hell. Home all day.
Unable to cook, unwilling to clean, she had nothing to do but think -
and the things she thought about were guaranteed to only make the
situation worse.
Soon things went from bad to worse for Ranma as well. School
started going badly, the number of paying students at the recently
reopened Tendo Dojo dropped off abruptly, and Akane started becoming
confrontational when he tried to initiate sex, often citing headaches
or fatigue. They continued to sleep in the same room but had
withdrawn to different sides of the futon. Gradually, they grew
further apart, each lost to their own individual fears and angers.
Into this trouble came Shampoo. Shampoo had returned to Japan
armed with a single goal; win Ranma Saotome and take him home with her
or perish in the attempt. Considering her plans, that was a distinct
possibility.
Shampoo watched carefully as Ranma's marriage slowly spun out of
control, taking careful note of how lonely and unloved Ranma was -
watching him become more and more isolated.
Her plans started slowly. First she allowed occasional glimpses
on the street - not enough to make him suspicious. Just enough to let
him know she was back in town. Later came the friendly but distant
greetings she gave him as they passed. It was hard for the young
Amazon to restrain herself each time, but she made the effort because
great-grandmother said this method would work. Each time, Ranma made
more and more effort to talk. And each time, Shampoo placed just a
little more bait in her trap; dropping hints about how Cologne was
back in China, Mousse was banished to parts unknown, and especially
how lonely it was in Japan.
Slowly, Ranma began to look forward to seeing the new and
different Shampoo - the girl who was no longer pursuing *him* now but
a friend who listened the way Ukyou did before she moved away. Deep
inside, something else happened. Something that drew him to the young
Amazon like 'forbidden fruit'. Something that stimulated him in a way
he couldn't explain.
The time for Shampoo's move came the night Ranma was thrown out
of the Tendo home by Akane after a particularly bad fight. It seems
Genma came home drunk and began pestering his son about grandchildren
again. Before Ranma knew it, he'd slipped back into his old habits
and blamed the lack of children on his 'uncute', 'unsexy', 'tom-boy'
wife. Akane, naturally, reacted in her old predictable manner. The
result was Ranma, out on the street, with nowhere to go for the
evening, desperate for a friend. That's when Shampoo made her move.
Finding Ranma wasn't all that hard - he still used his old
haunts. Convincing him she was his friend was even easier - all the
groundwork paid off there. Offering him a place to stay for the
evening proved surprisingly easy - since Ukyou moved away, he
literally had nowhere else to go.
It all started innocently enough, Shampoo showing Ranma where the
spare futon was and pretending she wasn't interested in anything else.
Ranma was impressed with how much room she had in the apartment,
especially with the fact it had it's own bath - small but functional.
He even teased Shampoo by dipping his hand in the hot water and
flinging it towards her. Much to his surprise and amusement, Shampoo
reacted like a girl, a cute girl, giggling and pretending to shield
her self with her hands. This was unlike the Shampoo he knew before.
This girl was more of a *girl*.
As the evening wore on, Shampoo moved to the final phase of her
plan. As the two sat on opposite ends of a futon and talked quietly
about things in Nerima, Shampoo slowly started stroking the crease of
her silken pants, like she was doing it unconsciously. It wasn't
blatant or even sexually suggestive. It almost looked like a girl
scratching herself. As Shampoo expected, Ranma kept casting nervous
glances at Shampoo's activities, trying to keep up the conversation
without revealing what or how much he saw.
Soon, Shampoo was lost in her self pleasure, her fingers working
harder over her sex as her eyes closed, her head tilted back slowly,
her lips went slack, and her orgasm slowly approached. Ranma stared
in astonishment. He'd never seen a woman approaching climax before,
including Akane. He was transfixed, mesmerized, fascinated by the
scene before him of the beautiful Shampoo fingering herself, her
breathing becoming forced and labored. Ranma swallowed hard, his
erection growing with every whimper Shampoo made as she rubbed herself
harder - faster. Her still trim body vibrated and shook as she worked
her fingers faster and faster, her breaths coming in great gulps and
gasps. The crease of her pants became dark with her own fluids and
the room quickly filled with the unmistakable odor of sex. Her orgasm
broke over her like a giant wave, snapping her body forward, once,
twice, and finally a third time as she came again and again. Her tiny
gasps of pleasure resonating through Ranma's body.
All that could be heard in the room was Shampoo gasping for
breath, her fingers now gently caressing her thighs as she descended
from the heights of her orgasm. With her eyes still closed, Ranma had
to admit she was still amazingly cute. For a moment, he toyed with
the idea of performing for her. It wouldn't be sex, you understand.
Just two people using each other's presence to enhance a release of
sexual tension. No one gets hurt. No one betrays anyone. But
Shampoo didn't give him a chance to finish his thought.
"Forgive me," she gasped, sweeping her long purple hair away from
her face before looking sheepishly at Ranma. "Shampoo spend many
years dreaming of Ranma. Shampoo know Ranma not hers. In spite of
what great-grandmother say, Ranma not Shampoo's."
Ranma fidgeted nervously, mostly to untrap his full erection
while hoping Shampoo wouldn't see.
"Shampoo so ashamed," she practically whispered as her head bowed
to the floor, her hair forming a purple curtain to hide her from
Ranma.
"S'okay," Ranma mumbled. He couldn't tell Shampoo just how much
her little act affected him. Still, he was afraid to say or do
anything. His mind reviewed the many times Shampoo or Cologne trapped
him - how many times they set him up - and his eyes instinctively
roamed the room looking for trouble. But no matter where he looked,
he could still see Shampoo's face going through the contortions of her
orgasm. It was genuine and dangerously erotic.
What he heard next, shocked him back to reality. It was a sound
he couldn't remember ever hearing before. As he looked again at
Shampoo's prostrate form, he could see her shoulders vibrating as she
cried. He stared at the once proud Amazon champion as she seemed to
pour out years of frustration and regret, her body shaking with her
quiet sobs.
"Shampoo so ashamed," she repeated over and over. Her voice
sounding so cute and vulnerable. "Shampoo no longer welcome in
village. All alone."
Ranma struggled with what to do next. He knew he shouldn't be
there. He knew he shouldn't even be talking to Shampoo. But she was
in distress, through no fault of her own. Something in him drew him
to her. It wasn't her fault when she pursued him from China. It was
all that old witch Cologne's doing. Shampoo was just as much a victim
of the old ghoul's plots as Ranma. Instead of an adversary, Shampoo
was just a girl caught up in the machinations of an elder's desires.
Ranma began to feel empathy with the girl.
He started to reach out to touch Shampoo when a flurry of images
flashed past his startled eyes. He saw his wedding day and how happy
Akane looked. He also saw the fear and apprehension in her face the
night after when she gave in to his advances, not out of love but out
of duty. He saw Akane's angry face, so twisted with hatred, when she
threw him out of their home.
He heard Shampoo whisper another apology, her tiny voice sounding
so erotic and vulnerable. That was it. Vulnerable. That's why he
was feeling the way he was. As the consummate champion of those in
need, he could see now a girl in need of his help - a shoulder to cry
on, perhaps and nothing more.
What he did next would be considered natural for anyone but
Ranma. Taking her hands in his, he gently pulled her off the floor
and into a protective embrace, her tear-stained face buried in his
chest, her long tresses draped over her firm young body. He hugged
her, whispering assurances and stroking her hair. He could feel her
remaining shudders as the last of her tears departed. He could also
feel the reaction holding her warm body to his was bound to produce.
As he bent his head to whisper more assurances, Shampoo slowly
turned her head and looked deeply into his eyes. Just the expression
on her face, the fear and pleading, seemed to cause something to melt
inside him. What he did next surprised even him.
His lips gently caressed Shampoo's, probing like tiny digits
every sensual millimeter of their surface. He'd kissed her many times
in the past, always because she instigated it, and it had always been
rough, unyielding, demanding. This was completely different.
Tonight, Shampoo was soft, pliable, submissive. Ranma's erection grew
even harder.
Soon, the two were hungrily kissing like lovers, each giving and
receiving as much oral pleasure as the other could stand. Each time
they broke, gasping for breath, Ranma could see the scared little girl
from China in his arms.
"Shampoo leave tomorrow," she whispered, nuzzling his throat.
"Shampoo not come back - ever. Can not live with love she has for
Ranma."
She tried to say more but was cut off by Ranma's insistent
kisses. He might be married to someone else, but was more than
willing to take his pleasure of a beautiful woman with no desire to
claim or control him. It was all so terribly Japanese; a dutiful wife
at home and a sexual mistress elsewhere. One was for family and the
other was for physical pleasure. Shampoo, having renounced her claim
on Ranma, now demonstrated her desire only to share momentary pleasure
with him, totally devoid of any entanglements. It was all too much
for him to resist.
Shampoo's naked body rolled back onto the futon as Ranma slowly
entered her. She gasped at the fullness of his organ as it slowly
slid up the length of her vagina. For Ranma, it was heaven to make
love to a woman who responded, giving as much pleasure as she received
- a woman who was an active participant in the lovemaking process. He
leaned over, supporting himself on hands and knees as he rhythmically
took his pleasure while his willing lover returned the same
enthusiastically. She was everything Akane was not - and more.
At one point, Shampoo wrapped her shapely legs around his waist
and pulled him tight, raising her tiny ass off the floor and causing
the top of his penis to rub briskly against her swollen clit - sending
shockwaves of pleasure up and down her spine.
She responded by practicing an old Chinese sexual technique that
caused her vaginal muscles to ripple in waves along the entire length
of his penis. To Ranma, it seemed like a giant tongue licking his
shaft from its base to its tip, always ending just before he climaxed.
Both knew he couldn't take much more.
Preparing for the finish, Shampoo unwrapped her legs from around
his waist and repositioned them until her feet were planted firmly
against his pectoral muscles, forcing him upright and teasing his
nipples. With an almost evil grin, she sprung her trap.
Grabbing a small glass of water she had earlier placed nearby,
she gritted her teeth, took two deep breaths in preparation before
dumping the entire contents over her chest. Ranma, so lost in his own
pleasure, never noticed - until the inevitable happened.
The first indication Ranma had of the change was when Shampoo's
vagina suddenly became unbearably tight; like a bar of soap being
squeezed unmercifully in an iron fist. The sounds of Shampoo's
lovemaking went from human gasps and urges for him to continue to an
almost unearthly wail of a cat in distress.
Ranma's eyes flew open in shock and surprise. Where before there
was a beautiful Chinese girl impaled on his cock, was now a small
white cat, frantically trying to disengage itself from his organ. He
immediately pushed himself back on his heels, his eyes rolled back
into his head, as the small furry body slowly twisted and turned on
his penis, dragging him ever closer to climax. His head rolled back
and a matching wail of a cat escaped his lips as Shampoo-neko's razor
sharp rear claws viciously tore at her lover's abdomen in an attempt
to disengage herself from his, now giant, penis that was tearing and
ripping sensitive vaginal walls, damaging internal organs.
Shampoo's timing was perfect. Ranma's orgasm coincided with her
eventual escape from his penis, sending great globs of his semen to
mix with the spilled pools of her own blood. Ranma howled again as
his orgasm exploded over and over, matching Shampoo-neko's of pain as
the two rolled apart, each to eventually lay on their sides twitching,
their bodies out of control.
What thoughts that *did* go through Shampoo's mind was the last
warning her great-grandmother gave her. The process would work with
Ranma only because of his fear of cats but it carried with it a very
high price should she be slow or he be too big. The damage to her
vagina was bad but did not appear fatal. She would bleed, endure
pain, but Ranma would have tasted a kind of sex that would leave an
obsession no man had ever escaped from. He could *never* go back to
the kind of sex he experienced before. He was hers now.
Shampoo-neko tiredly raised her head to look at the unconscious
Ranma, traces of her blood mixed with his come coating his glistening,
still-hard penis as it bobbed and jerked with every beat of his heart.
He was still bleeding and possessed by the cat madness, but both would
pass - great-grandmother had said so. What would be left, she was
told, would be a man who would stay with her forever. Just the scent
of her pussy would be enough now to command his obedience - demand his
undying affection.
Painfully, Shampoo-neko staggered to her paws and painfully
limped to the bath. As she passed a mirror, she couldn't help but
notice the dried blood that covered her haunches. A slight chill ran
up her spine as she considered now the ramifications of how close she
might have come to bleeding to death. The constant stabs of pain as
she walked spoke volumes of the damage she'd received. She didn't
notice the little drops of blood she trailed behind her.
Clumsily, she tumbled into the hot furo and shuddered through the
pain of transformation back into human form. Emerging from the water,
she almost cried out as her tender membranes reminded her of the
damage they had just endured. Convinced that all she needed was some
rest, she sat back in the furo and tried to make herself comfortable.
With a sigh, Shampoo draped her long hair over the edge of the furo
and reclined as best she could; her mind fighting the pain. With head
back, staring at the ceiling, she noted how tired she was - how much
she just wanted to sleep. She didn't see the blood staining the water
red between her long, beautiful legs. She didn't notice how the hot
water prevented the body's natural processes that would stop the
bleeding. Slowly, the darkness overwhelmed her. She was so tired.
She just needed a little sleep. As she lost consciousness, her last
thoughts were of how she'd won - how Ranma was now hers forever, just
like great-grandmother had said.
The next morning, the police carefully examined the death scene.
A beautiful Chinese girl was found dead in the furo, having bled to
death from internal injuries due to unknown causes. The boy was
easily identified as Ranma Saotome - reported as missing after a
domestic quarrel with his wife. He had apparently died of his own
hand, having slashed his abdomen in the traditional manner of ritual
suicide.
The part that had them all stumped was the absence of a knife.
No matter how hard they looked, they could not find the instrument of
his suicide. That coupled with the mixed blood and semen stains on
the floor, the trail of blood leading into the bath, and reports from
neighbors of strange wails coming from the apartment had them
scrambling for rational answers. None were forthcoming. Whatever
happened in that room the night before involved sex and was fatal to
both parties. In order to 'save face' for both young people, the
report would read 'lovers double suicide'.
As the bodies were bagged for removal, the chief investigator
looked one last time at both. He couldn't help but notice how young
and good looking they both were and pondered the reasons why two
people with so much to live for would take their own lives.
"What a waste," he muttered as he zipped the girl's bag closed
for the last time. "Such a beautiful girl but who can explain why
gaijin do what they do."
Cologne showed no emotion when told of Shampoo's death. It was
as if the old crone expected to hear just such news. She knew that
Shampoo could no longer live as an Amazon, her repeated failures had
left her without honor; an outcast among her people.
Cologne dismissed the messenger and quietly turned back to her
books. Her knurled old fingers traced the description of the ancient
secret of 'Nekophilia' - the ultimate sexual experience. Squinting in
the dim light of the hut, she read, once again, the final line of the
section. It was a warning. Nekophilia is always fatal to the cat and
can also be fatal to those suffering from 'cat phobia'. With this,
she had provided her great-granddaughter an honorable way out of her
situation. The bonus came in the elimination of one who defied the
Amazons; Ranma Saotome.
She would miss her great-granddaughter. Shampoo had proved to be
a worthy student. Inside, she felt a pang of regret that almost
caused a tear to form in her aging eyes. She had to remind herself
that what she did, she did out of love for Shampoo - giving her an
honorable death when there was no other way.
"Goodbye child," she whispered as she thought of how Shampoo's
picture can now hang with pride in the Great Hall along with all the
other Amazon champions.
Slowly she closed the book and thought, with some satisfaction,
that all was as it should be.