King of the Girls

King of the Girls

By: XtremePlaga

Disclaimer: Ranma and company belong to Rumiko. She's pretty old. She's also pretty rich. Hmm... I wonder if she's married...

Second Disclaimer: You young whippersnappers need to stop reading this story now. Seriously. Your palms are going to get hairy if you keep it up.

Chapter Eight: Misfire

Shampoo cussed in Chinese as that day's work was just about over. Her work had been ten times harder than it should have been because she just couldn't concentrate on it. Her great-grandmother had asked on several occasions what was on her mind, and Shampoo had just blushed furiously in response.

How could she tell her that the kendoist had tried to violate her and, worse, that she had apparently liked it. She'd be banned from the village permanently! And that would be if the elder was feeling gracious! There would be no telling what she'd do if she was angry.

No. It was better to skip the truth and just tell her that she was feeling under the weather. It was a lie, and Cologne knew it was a lie. That didn't matter though. At least the wrinkled old woman understood Shampoo's need for privacy. If she wanted advice, she knew where to turn to.

"Shampoo!" Mousse ran up to a table and hugged it. Shampoo snorted in disdain, annoyed that the blind boy wouldn't leave her alone. "Shampoo!" Mousse next hugged a chair. The vein on Shampoo's forehead began to throb as her fellow villager finally hugged her by the hips.

"What duck boy aiming for? Shampoo up here." Mousse ignored her, latching on tightly to her pelvis and feeling excitement grow within him.

As a master of hidden weapons, Mousse could hold a large amount of weapons in his robes and none of them would be visible from the outside. His clothes were especially made for his fighting style. They were roomy and thus didn't bulge out easily. That was why he wasn't worried as he got a hard-on.

In fact, usually, whenever he hugged Shampoo tightly, what she thought was one of the weapons inside his clothes, was actually his member poking her. Yes, he molested her on almost a daily basis, and no one was the wiser. If Cologne knew anything about it, she certainly hadn't tried to stop it yet.

"Mousse stop hugging Shampoo," the purple haired girl commanded as she pried off the boy. When he had gotten up, he hugged her once more, and she felt one of his 'weapons' poke her pussy. She managed to stop a slight moan from escaping her lips, once more pushing the boy away.

He just kept coming at her however. He kept poking her down there with that thing in his clothes. Shampoo tried to make him stop, but found it increasingly harder to resist. It felt really good when he thrust his hips slightly forward like that!

"Shampoo. Delivery." Cologne was in the kitchen, unable to see Shampoo being seduced by Mousse. "Last one of the day. You can take the day off after that." Shampoo quickly escaped Mousse's grasp and took the order and left.

"How annoying," Mousse commented on Cologne's crappy timing. The myopic boy was sure Shampoo was warming up to his advances. He knew full well what the tip of his penis had been prodding and Shampoo seemed to be getting into it.

Well, he wasn't defeated just yet. Mousse followed behind after Shampoo, who was roof-hopping on her bicycle. On several occasions he lost sight of her, whenever she was more than twenty feet in front of him. Thankfully, the ring of her bell directed him in the proper direction.

Finally, she stopped in front of a house. She said hello to the customer, delivered the food and was paid a respectable tip from the gracious consumer. "Thank you," she told the nice man as she rode away.

Mousse kept a close eye on Shampoo. Now that the delivery had been done, he would just have to wait for the opportune moment to strike. That moment came when she swerved into an alley to cut her travel time in half. Okay... It was now or never...

"Shampoo!" Catching the girl off guard, Mousse tackled her to the ground and latched on tightly to her. The two rolled a few times, and ended up with Shampoo on top.

"What dumb Mousse think he-" Shampoo was unable to finish her sentence as she felt once more whatever that thing in the other boy's cloak was poking her were it felt good. She wanted to yell at the boy, or punch him, or do anything. Instead she remained there, frozen.

Mousse wiggled his hips slightly, and this time Shampoo couldn't stop the moan that motion elicited. Grinning like an idiot, Mousse moved his hips some more. Shampoo had been with Ranma the previous day, but she was still not an expert on things like this.

What she didn't realize, even though it would have been obvious to anyone watching them, was that she was getting off. Her moans grew deeper, as did her pleasure. Mousse felt a slight moisture, and realized with a sense of accomplishment that Shampoo had gotten wet with excitement.

Unlike Kuno, who liked to talk about what he and the girl he was with were doing, Mousse opted instead to keep quiet. He didn't want to interrupt Shampoo's moans, or do anything else that might stop this wonderful experience. Rolling around so he was now on top, Mousse humped Shampoo at a brisk pace.

Instinctively, the Amazon wrapped her legs around her fellow tribesmen. Her moans just kept coming as she finally realized what was going on. That thing she was feeling was Mousse's penis. Remembering all the times he had poked her with it, she wondered just how dumb she was that she had never realized it before.

She could kick herself over it later; right now she was getting off, and she liked it. He wasn't actually achieving penetration, and he didn't have to. Teasing her with the motions made all the difference. Shampoo closed her eyes, and just allowed Mousse to do his thing.

Mousse concentrated solely on grinding up against Shampoo. Nothing else mattered. Not the bicycle that laid in a heap not too far away from them. Not the fact that they were out in public and someone could see them. Nothing.

The bold young man leaned in and kissed Shampoo, who stuck her tongue in his mouth and kissed him back. Their lips explored each other hungrily as their bodies ached with need. When mouth contact was broken, Shampoo finally broke the silence, "Mousse keep doing what he doing. Shampoo feeling nice."

She didn't have to tell him twice! Picking up the pace and going slightly faster, Mousse grounded up against Shampoo roughly. They kissed once more. This time Mousse added his hands into the mix as he slid them up Shampoo's shirt and caressed her stomach.

He felt the soft, toned skin quiver under his touch. He wanted to rip her shirt off and fondle her, but didn't. That could wait. Right now, he was happy to just be able to touch her and feel her body close to his.

Shampoo was glad for Mousse's discretion, even if she wasn't aware of it. The girl still had some modesty to her name, and it just wouldn't do for her to have to return to the Cat Café with her clothes torn. Now, saying that, Shampoo started to grow frustrated.

The motions felt good, but she wanted more. She wanted for their clothes to stop obstructing their path so they could really get into it. Grabbing the sides of Mousse's head to make sure he was paying attention to her, Shampoo said, "Perverted duck-boy stop now."

"Shampoo... I thought that-" Shampoo placed a finger on Mousse's lips to silence him. Feeling defeated, Mousse got up as Shampoo got up as well and got on her bicycle. "Will you tell the elder about what happened here today?"

"Great-grandmother doesn't need to know," Shampoo responded. The girl saw the look of disappointment in the boys eyes, and shook her head at him. "Stupid Mousse stop feeling sorry for himself. Shampoo just want to go home to have privacy."

Mousse's eyes lit up with hope. "You mean..." She nodded her head, motioning for him to follow her as she rode back to the restaurant. Mousse followed behind with a spring in his step, more than happy to take what they were doing to a more private location.

When they returned, they opted to skip the front door and enter directly through the window into Shampoo's room. The girl placed her bike against the well, then sat down on the bed and smiled up at Mousse. "What Mousse waiting for? Come kiss Shampoo."

Not having to be told twice, Mousse sat down next to Shampoo and leaned in for the kiss. His first attempt failed, as he misjudged the position of Shampoo's head by a few degrees vertically. His next attempt was also met with failure as he bumped his forehead against her chin by accident.

Taking a firm hold of Mousse's head, Shampoo said, "Stupid duck-boy. Shampoo's lips are right here," and kissed him. Now that she had helped him get started, Mousse hugged Shampoo close to him as their tongues got reacquainted with each other.

He reached a hand around her body and grabbed her breast as she took a hold of what Mousse had been poking her with. It felt almost too easy the way she had just taken a hold of it like that. She suddenly realized what was bothering her. Mousse wasn't wearing any underwear!

The boy saw Shampoo's shocked expression and guessed rightly what it was. "I rarely wear underwear. It makes it easier to rub myself up against you when I hug you." Shampoo chuckled, amused by Mousse's dedication.

"No need for hugging," Shampoo said as she started to unbutton her shirt. "Mousse and Shampoo enjoy many private times from now on." The nearly blind boy nodded along enthusiastically as Shampoo shed her shirt and later on her bra.

He stared at her young, perky breasts and felt his heart skip a beat. Now more than ever, the young man was sure of the love he felt for the girl that was semi-nude before him. She smiled at him warmly, giving him the time he needed to record this image to memory.

Starting to grow frustrated as Mousse just did nothing but stare at her, Shampoo slid his robes down over his body and said, "This way Shampoo have nice view too." Mousse blushed slightly, but did nothing to prevent Shampoo from looking at his naked flesh. Not that he would have anyway.

They drank in the view of each other's exposed bodies. Marveled at the things which had been hidden from view all this time. The curves on Shampoo's body, the muscles on Mousse's own, everything that made them what they were.

Not able to hold herself back anymore, Shampoo surged forward and locked lips with Mousse. Straddling him just like before, she felt his hardness prod her entrance one more time. Pushing down their pants without breaking mouth contact, Shampoo sat down on Mousse and impaled herself on his cock.

"Oh god!" Mousse exclaimed as he felt Shampoo's privates enclose his own in it's warm embrace. He marveled at the feeling of the wet and tight vice that encircled his penis. Found himself unable to even move as a surge of pleasure ran through him.

Shampoo, not exactly new to this part of the mating ritual, moved her hips around so Mousse's cock would explore inside. She moaned softly as he groaned happily. The two of them stopped what they were doing and quieted down as a knock came at the door.

"Shampoo?" The interrupter was apparently Cologne. "Is that you?" Mousse's blood ran cold. If the elder opened the door right now... His chances for survival were abysmally low.

"Yes, great-grandmother," Shampoo answered. "Today was hard day, so Shampoo just gonna rest up so she can do better job tomorrow."

"Okay. I'll be in my room if you need me." The two youngsters heard the old ghoul hop away on her staff and sighed relieved. That certainly had been a close one.

Shampoo moved her body around a little to get Mousse's mind off the elder and back on the subject at hand. When Cologne had announced her presence, he had gone semi-soft instantly. Now, he was back to full hardness.

"Duck-boy better be ready," she stated. "Shampoo really horny and won't stop until satisfied." Mousse nodded along. That didn't sound so bad to him. Oh how dumb he was to not have eaten that evening...

---

Kuno approached his sister's chambers. That day had been pretty uneventful. Halfway through the day, he had gone to the Tendo house because he was bored. He had slept with Akane a few times. Kasumi and Nabiki had apparently been busy, and he didn't want to interrupt whatever they had been doing.

Now, he was bored again and he didn't want to sleep with Akane again so quickly. He went to knock on the door, but stopped himself just before his knuckle hit the wooden barrier. Pressing his ear against the door, the kendoist heard some muffled moans and a slight whirring sound.

He smirked. Those noises could only mean one thing. Kodachi was pleasuring herself, no doubts fantasizing about what she had seen her brother doing that morning. Kuno felt himself grow hard. He thought of his sister naked, thinking of him, and the forbidden aspect of it excited him.

Using a grace and dexterity only present in fellow fighters, he opened up the door, entered, and closed it without making any noise. Now that he was inside, he could stop imagining his sister and actually see her. She was lying face up on her bed spread-eagled. Her eyes were closed, so she didn't notice that she had some company.

The kendoist pulled his zipper down and pulled out his massive girth. He began to stroke it quietly, using his sister's body for inspiration. Briefly he wondered what his twisted sister was imagining they were doing.

Whatever it was, it probably featured paralysis powder. His sister was, after all, a control freak. Actually, she was all kinds of freak, but control freak was the most predominant one.

The two of them masturbated, spurred on by their own respective fantasies. Kodachi had a vibrator to help her along in her effort while Tatewaki needed to use both hands to grip his shaft properly. "Oh brother. Stick that big cock in me."

The kendoist smirked. Now there was no doubt in his mind as to what his sister was thinking of. She wanted some of his meat inside her. Well, she would get her wish in the end. Right now, there was a little joke that had to be played.

She probably wouldn't be amused, but he'd laugh, and that was the important part. Kuno masturbated furiously, looking for a quick release. The hardest part wasn't avoiding giving himself a friction burn down there, it was keeping quiet so she wouldn't hear him.

When he felt himself on the verge of orgasm, he made sure to stand beside her and aim at her face. "Surprise," he said as he shot his load at her face. Gasping from shock, Kodachi caught the semen across her cheeks and in her mouth.

Sputtering with indignation as the tall boy just laughed his ass off, Kodachi wiped off the thick, sticky goo from her face. "What are you doing here?" she demanded to know. Her brother waved his still rock-hard penis at her, and Kodachi snorted. "You don't really think I'm as easy as those other floozies, right?"

"Who are you kidding?" he shot back. "You were thinking of me while you were masturbating." Kodachi blushed furiously, but did not even bother to deny it. "You want me to stick my big cock inside you. Don't deny it."

"Fine. I won't." Kodachi stood up and headed to the door. "I do want you to fuck me, brother. Long and hard. As much as I want it, I know I can't let it happen."

Kuno went over to the door and placed a hand against it so Kodachi wouldn't be able to open it. "Why not?"

"Don't be an idiot, brother," she spat accusingly. "I gave you that botanical serum that's allowed you to play Romeo with the women of Nerima. I know full well what effects the drug has on the body and the mind."

Kuno smirked victoriously at his sister. "Then you must also know that it's too late. Already you are bending to my will."

"No, I'm not," Kodachi commented. Denial wouldn't help the gymnast now. Her nipples were rock hard and her pussy juice flowed even though she had stopped masturbating a few minutes ago. Kuno grabbed his sister's wrist and made her take a hold of his penis. She didn't struggle as much as she could have.

The young girl held the rod in her hand and marveled at the monstrosity she had helped create. It felt hot in her hands, and she didn't want to let go. The girl got on her knees and, leaning in, she gave the tip a lick.

"Good girl," he said. "I knew you would react this way. Now suck it." Kodachi took as much of her brother's penis in her mouth as she could fit without choking, then sucked on it hungrily. The young man groaned in satisfaction as his sister pleasured him orally. "Get up," he ordered her. Reluctant to let go of the cock in her mouth, but knowing she had to obey her brother, Kodachi got up as told. "Place your hands on the bed and stick your butt out."

Eager, Kodachi got into position and waved her butt at her brother. Kuno placed one hand on the top of Kodachi's curves while he used the other one to guide himself in. With one mighty thrust, he entered his sister's pussy.

"Oh god!" Kodachi exclaimed as she felt herself be pushed to her very limits. Tatewaki moved his hips quickly, not feeling the need to give his sister the time she needed to get used to his size. "Oh god!" she repeated. "You're going to rip me apart!"

"Should I stop, then?" he asked as he stopped moving.

Kodachi quickly responded, "No! Keep going!" Smirking victoriously, the kendoist followed along with his sister's request. He fucked her; the whole taboo thing just spurred him to go faster, deeper and harder.

"Does this mean you are yet another slut for me to use and abuse whenever I please?" Kodachi nodded her head fervently as her moans grew louder along with her pleasure. "Does this mean you will do whatever I ask whenever I ask?" Once again, Kodachi nodded. "Good answer. Here is your reward..." Kuno pistoned in and out of his sister at superhuman speeds as he chanted "Ratatatatata" endlessly.

The gymnast had multiple orgasms in the span of a few seconds as she nearly fainted from sensory overload. Her body went limp and Tatewaki had to hold her by the hips to keep her in place. Within a few moments, he orgasmed inside her and then took a second to catch his breath.

Taking it out, he helped Kodachi get further up on the bed and then placed her bedsheet over her naked body. "I'll be by tomorrow morning to continue your training. For now, rest and recover your strength."

Kodachi didn't even have the strength to open her mouth, much less say anything. She just laid there on her bed panting. The girl had planned to deny her brother's advances, but was now the newest addition to his harem. Though, it didn't feel like that big of a disappointment. It felt like the opposite in fact.

---

"Halt! Who goes there?" Ranko and the still tired Ryoga raised up their hands as the guard of the entrance to the Musk kingdom pointed a spear at them. "What business do you have in these lands?" the man demanded to know.

Ranko took a good look at him; he was tall, really tall. He was also very muscular, and he wore a bear pelt around his waist like a belt. His boots were likewise made from bear fur, while he kept the top of his body uncovered to show off his body.

The girl licked her lips hungrily, as the tough guard suddenly felt like he was being watched by a predator. "We're here to see, Herb," Ryoga cut in. "We have a favor we need to ask of him."

"Did Master Herb knew you were coming?" the guard questioned, focusing solely on Ryoga and doing his best to ignore the girl.

"Tell him Ranma Saotome is here," Ranko commented in response.

"Silence woman!" the large man bellowed. "The men are talking." Ranko fumed. She had thought to give this large strapping man a good time, but not now after that chauvinistic comment. Addressing Ryoga, the muscular man asked once more, "Did Master Herb knew you were coming?"

Laughing internally at the way the guard had shut up his rival, Ryoga gave the same response Ranko did. "Just tell him Ranma Saotome is here. He'll know who you're talking about."

"Wait here," the large guard barked at them. "I'll come back to fetch you once Master Herb has given you permission to enter." Turning to the fortified stronghold that was the Musk Kingdom, he bellowed, "Mantis! Get over here!"

A slim man with large round eyes and long lanky arms came running out holding two tiny wakizanes on either hand. "What is it, lieutenant Kuma?" he asked. He looked at the two strangers, and saw them dismiss him because of how weird he looked. Mantis smirked inwardly. People who underestimated him tended to be shocked by the sheer speed and ferocity the warrior brought with him into battle.

"Keep an eye on these two while I go find out if they truly know Master Herb like they claim they do." Mantis saluted in response and kept Ryoga and Ranko clear in his sights as Kuma left to go do what he said he would.

Ranko sat down on the ground cross-legged as Ryoga slumped down tired. The redhead ignored the strange man before her, deeming him not fit for her to flirt with. Ryoga too ignored him, though that was just because he felt no need to gage himself against this strange man.

The lost boy knew full well the power the Musk had. The battle he had against Lime still scared him to this day actually. He also knew how much trouble Mousse had when he had faced off against Mint, so he knew that this strange man before him should not be underestimated.

Kuma came running back in a hurry, followed behind by an angry Lime. “Y-you may pass now, Master S-Saotome. Defeater of the honorable Herb in one-on-one combat,” the large man stuttered as he addressed Ryoga.

“I'm Ranma Saotome,” Ranko said as she stood up. “You can thank the springs of Jusenkyo for my current form.” Kuma floundered for a way to excuse his carelessness, but was silenced with a glare from the voluptuous redhead.

“Right this way,” Lime said as he nodded to Ryoga to acknowledge his presence. “I gotta say I was surprised to hear that Ranma and his friend were here.” Looking at Ranko and focusing solely on her chest, Lime asked, “Have you decided to join the Musk?”

Ranko chuckled, thrusting her chest out forward slightly to give Lime a better look. “I just needed to ask Herb a quick favor. Nothing serious. Just a tiny thing I need help with.” Lime nodded along, not hearing a single thing the girl had said.

Ryoga caught Lime ogling Ranko's breasts openly and jealousy swelled up within him. He quickly squashed this thought as he meditated on his feelings for Akane in order to focus. However, his rival's naked body made focusing on the youngest Tendo nearly impossible.

“Here we are,” Lime announced as the three of them came before a large set of doors made of solid gold with two dragons designed on one half each. The tiger-man placed his strong hands against these no doubt heavy objects and with only some minor effort opened them up. “Master Herb. Ranma Saotome is here.”

Herb lounged on his throne lazily, his elbow placed on the armchair and his head rested calmly in his hand. Behind him was an old man with a long mustache that nearly reached the floor and next to him was Mint. The fox-boy smiled at Lime as he took his place next to him.

“What brings you all the way to China?” Ranko was about to start when she was interrupted by Herb, “Here to cash in the favor I owe you?” Herb chuckled mirthfully as the girl nodded. “What can I do for you?”

Ranko played with her hair, thinking on how she would word what she wanted to say to Herb. “I'm only going to say this once, so listen carefully.” The prince leaned in, his curiosity piqued by Ranko's apparent nervousness. “I need the locking ladle to... turnmyselffemalepermanently!”

Herb blinked, not quite catching what Ranko had meant to say there, on account of her speaking very fast without stopping. “Could you repeat that, please?” Ranko blushed furiously, which amused Herb considerably.

“I want to turn myself female permanently, so I need the locking ladle.” Everyone fell to the floor in shock save for the old advisor, who didn't know Ranma enough to realize how impossibly incredulous this moment was. The redhead's face was a deep shade of red as Lime and Mint cried tears of joy and Ryoga and Herb struggled to understand why the proud Saotome would want to throw away his manhood.

“Is this why you're in China?” Ryoga demanded to know as he grabbed Ranma by the shoulders. The redhead nodded and the lost boy's mouth hung open surprised. With this revelation on top of all the sex he and Ranko had enjoyed, Ryoga briefly wondered if he had gotten lost in a parallel universe.

Herb collected his thoughts as he sat back down on his throne. “This is certainly an unexpected request. May I ask why you want to become a woman all the time?”

“No. You may not,” Ranko responded. “My reasons are my own.” Herb nodded along. That seemed perfectly fair to him. “So... Are you going to lend me the locking ladle or not?”

“Of course,” Herb responded. “I may not know the reason why, but I can see your Chi pathways are clear, so I know your decision isn't influenced by an outside source.” Ranko nodded along. That little tidbit of truth set what little worries she had about this decision at ease. “Bring the locking ladle,” Herb commanded of Mint.

“Be back in a second!” The speedy fox ran out and dashed back in the blink of an eye. Placing the magical item before Ranko, he went back to Lime's side and returned to his position.

Clearing his throat before Ranma grabbed a hold of the object, Herb said seriously, “I would advise you to think twice before doing this. The kettle of return has been buried deep beneath the palace, and it won't be easy to get it back.” Herb's warning hung in the air, as everyone looked at the girl to see what she would do.

Smiling from ear to ear, her response was, “It isn't necessary to think about it even once,” and splashed herself with the magical water. Ryoga remained a sizable distance away, not daring to come even close to the magical artifact for fear of being turned into a piglet for the rest of his days. Ranko, now stuck in female form, smiled at Herb and said, “Thank you.”

The redhead turned and walked away from the shocked men. Ryoga bowed to Herb politely, then followed Ranma out. “Even though she asked, I still didn't think she would do it,” Herb commented.

“Now that she's a girl all the time...” Lime started.

“We should go ask her if she will show us her boobies...” Mint ended.

“Stop being perverts!” the prince screamed as he blasted the two of them with a ki-blast. Looking at the retreating form of Ranko as his two bodyguards slammed against the far wall, Herb sighed. “It's truly the end of an era,” he said poetically.

Grabbing Ranko by the shoulder to make her stop, Ryoga took a deep breath to calm his tumultuous thoughts down. “We have a lot to talk about,” he said.

“Unless it involves what position we're going to use the next time we have sex, I don't want to hear it.” Ryoga let go of Ranko in shock. Just how far had Ranma fallen? “By the way, call me Ranko. It's the name I'm going to be using from now on.”

Ryoga nodded along mutely. He remembered what his rival had said about Akane and Kuno and wondered if it was true. Did the kendoist really find a way to turn all these girls to his will? Was there even anyone left he had yet to turn?

---

Nodoka opened up the front door to her house as she stifled a yawn. Briefly she wondered who was visiting her at such a late hour as she struggled against the haze of sleep. “Who is it?” she asked.

“Miss Saotome. My name is Tatewaki Kuno, I go to school with your son. May I come in?”

-End Chapter Eight-

Well... Things are getting into full swing now. Kuno's enhancement has allowed him to lay waste to the virginity of the girls of Nerima. Now, he turns his attention toward an older prize. Though... Now that Mousse and Ryoga have entered the fray... Does the kendoist have competition?

Only if either of the two boys take the same special concoction Kuno did!

Which, they could do, if they ever found out about it.

Errr... I think I've said too much...

Bye!