From: Sebastian Weinberg Subject: [FanFic][Lemon] *That* Time of the Month... Mina-san Ohayou! Following my latest Bulwer-Lytton entry, I was convinced to repost my as-of-yet unfinished Lemon that is *slightly* related to some questions arising from the Bulwer-Lytton thingie. I have added only very little to this part, since I last posted it (long, long ago), but I *swear* I will finish it someday. *That* Time of the Month -------------------------- A Ranma 1/2 Lemon Seldom has ever a battlecry struck more terror in the hearts of men and women alike, than the sounds that reverberated around the cafeteria of Fuurinkan high school. "Nihao, Ranma!" The students frantically ducked under their tables, as the cafeteria door exploded and filled the air with thousands of lethal flechettes. As they slowly reared their heads again, there was a figure standing in the remains of the doorway. It was a figure they had come to know - and avoid. "Shampoo make lunch for husband!" exclaimed the chinese amazon, and bounded through the hall, towards her target. Ranma sighed, as he brushed a few splinters out of his hair. At least she had learned to use the doors, instead of wrecking the walls everytime. "Hi, Shampoo. That's nice of you to bring me lunch, but I just *had* lunch." With the grim determination, that the hard-of-thinking often display, Shampoo ignored his statement and layed out several bowls of food before her 'husband'. "Ranma go on date with Shampoo tonight, yes?" Was it just his imagination, or was she extra-bouncy today? Ranma shot a glance at Akane, as if asking for help, dealing with this. But Akane had already turned her back towards him - apparently even acknowledging Shampoo's presence had been an offense, Ranma concluded. "Umm, that's really bad for me, tonight. How about we forget about that date?" Shampoo, who had noticed Ranma's glance, waved his words away. "Ranma no fear violent tomboy Akane! Shampoo stronger - she come take Ranma for date tonight!" With those words she bounced away and out through the broken doors. "No, Shampoo! Listen! Shampoo, Wait!" But she was already out of earshot, down the hall. Suddenly something caught Ranma's eye. The way she brushed against the corner, when she rounded it at the end of the corridor. Oh no! thought Ranma. Surely it wasn't already a month since last time. But the increased bouncyness and her insistence on the date, were additional clues. It was beginning again. --- Two red-haired girls were sitting in a booth at the Neko-Hanten. The waiter approached them, to take their orders, but suddenly he froze. "Ranma! I don't know how you got doubled, but I don't care! I will take on even two of you, before I let you near Shampoo!" He went into a fighting stance. "Ranma? Who's Ranma?" asked one of the girls. She looked *exactly* like the girl opposite of her. "We're Puxie..." "and Fixie." completed the other one. Then both spoke in unison. "We're identical twins!" A staff whacked the waiter over the head. "Put on your glasses, Mousse!" admonished the crone, attached to the staff. "When has Ranma ever had red hair?" "I thought he might be wearing a wig," mumbled Mousse. "Blind idiot. Now take these customers' orders." The wrinkled crone pogoed back into the kitchen. Mousse took out his notepad and faced the twins. "Oh, we just want something fast..." said Puxie. "So we'll have a bowl of Ramen, each." supplied Fixie. They watched Mousse take their order to the kitchen, then put their heads together. "I thought *she* was the waiter here." "I thought so, too. Perhaps she is just out." At that very moment, Shampoo came in through the front door, and both the twins' heads swiveled towards her. "There she is!" whispered Puxie excitedly. "And I was right - it's her time again. Lookit her *hair*!" "Ooooh! Yubbidy yubbidy yubb!" Fixie happily bounced up and down on her seat. "Do you think we'll get any, tonight?" "With her in that state, I'm *sure* there'll be something left for us." They joined hands, as they watched Shampoo vanish into the kitchen. --- "I'm home, Great-grandmother!" shouted Shampoo. "I can see that, Great-granddaughter. How did the groom react?" "He will happily date me, tonight!" "You say that every time. What *objective* proof do you have." "He was very excited! He even called after me!" "Oh well. Not that it matters anyway. We *will* get him tonight, will it or not. We were too soft, the last time. Go to your room now, Great-granddaughter, and prepare yourself." Cologne looked after Shampoo, as she left obediently. Sometimes she suspected that there was more than just the language barrier behind the fact that Shampoo kept misreading the groom's intentions. --- "Gotta get away. Gotta get away!" repeated Ranma to himself like a mantra, while he threw a spare set of clothes and other stuff into his traveling bag. He barged into the next room, where his father was. "Hey, Pop, let's go on a training trip. Now!" His father didn't move. "Son, we can't go on a trip. Have you forgotten what day it is?" "Huh? It's Saturday and... Oh no!" "Oh yes! You're not going to squirm out of this. You *promised* to stay here and watch over the dojo, while we go to watch Akane's play. You've got to learn to take responsibility." Ranma cringed. He *had* promised to guard the dojo - not because there was any real need to do so, but because Akane had threatened to kill him, if he dared go *near* her performance at the school's theatre club. He didn't believe that his presence was required to keep the dojo from blowing up, or something, and would have told his father so in no uncertain terms, if it wasn't for Kasumi. Poor Kasumi. She had *so* looked forward to seeing Akane perform, but now she was kept at home by a light flu. She was not so much *ill*, as considerate of others, who might get infected, if she went. Thinking of Kasumi, Ranma realized that he couldn't leave - desperate though he was to be out of town by sunset. He couldn't leave her here, with Shampoo likely to turn up for their 'date'. His shoulders slumped, as he said "Yes, pop. I'll stay." He would fight Shampoo off somehow. After all, he had managed to avoid her, before. He shuddered to think that one day he might not manage. Akane wouldn't stop at killing him. --- Fixie was pacing up and down in a back alley behind the Neko-Hanten. "How long do we have to wait?" she asked impatiently. "As long as it takes, I guess," said Puxie, who was considerably more relaxed, leaning against the wall beneath Shampoo's room. "The moon isn't even out, yet. I doubt it begins before moonrise." Fixie moaned in frustration. --- In the kitchen of the Neko-Hanten, Cologne was lost in thought, while she worked. The evening crowd had already vacated the restaurant, but there was always someting to do. She pondered the miscalculation that had led to this situation. She had taken Shampoo to Jusenkyou, had made her fall into the Maoniichuan, had carefully administered small doses of the spring water over the next month. Everything went according to her plan. And then the groom had turned out to be the one boy who would not appreciate Shampoo's current condition. Damn his cat phobia! Still... his, um, *unique* use of the Cat Fist technique would prove to be a help. She looked out of the window to see how far the moon had risen. --- The first beams of moonlight found Shampoo lying on her bed, almost shivering with anticipation. She was by now accustomed to her monthly change and even welcomed it. As the pale light bathed her body, she felt the familiar feelings wash over her. As usual it began at the base of her spine with a sort of *pulling* sensation. Almost painful; almost pleasant. The first pinprick-like pain in her face caught her by surprise and she gave a little yelp. She bore the other five without a sound. --- Fixie's head jerked up at the noise. "That's her! She's *changing*!" Puxie nodded slowly. "Yeah, the moon is shining into her window, now. Let's get started." She walked back towards the wall beneath Shampoo's window. --- The pricking sensations were all over her skin now. She could feel the shifting of the bones in her legs and the pulling and stretching of other parts of her body. She moaned in half-agony/half-bliss. It felt like stretching in the morning, only a hundred times more so. The cold light of the moon continued to pour into her room, while she writhed compulsively on her bed. When it was finally complete, Shampoo lay silently on her bed for a while, panting. She looked over to the mirror and - as always - found that she looked quite fetching this way. She was wearing not a shred of clothing, but there was virtually no skin to be seen. Only her nipples and part of their aureolas were not covered with the thick, soft fur - that of a cat. Her ears had changed to the flexible, moving dishes on top of her head, that she knew from her cursed form; Her nose had turned upwards a little and her canines had lengthened to fangs; The whiskers accented her face nicely; Her fingernails had grown very sharp and retractable - hidden weapons that even Mousse could not match; And she knew that, if she turned over, there would be a tail, twitching and swishing in time with her emotions. She knew not, *why* her curse had these 'side-effects'; She vaguely wondered, if any of the other cursed people she knew had this problem. But there was another thing that came with her transformation... She mewled in anguish. She was so *hot*. She did not know where the craving in her loins came from, she only knew that it came with the change. That was just the way it was. She did know what to do against it, though. Slowly, teasingly she brougt her hands to her breasts, trailing her fingers through the fur, stimulating sensations that mere skin never felt. She pressed her breasts up, pointing her already erect nipples at her face. Bending her head down, she lashed out with her tongue; Her new, longer, rough tongue. The sensation of her cat-tongue rubbing over her sensitive buds like soft sandpaper made her jerk. She had found out that her supple spine allowed her to bend down even unto her own sex. But licking at the slit, surrounded by only thin fur, had proved too much for her to bear. She had orgasmed almost immediately, which is not the best thing to do, when you're bent over double. For now she was content to lap at her nipples, slowly bringing herself to the peak this way. She let her claws pop out rhythmically to tease the skin of her breasts under the fur. She let one hand glide down her body and lightly scratched herself all over, shuddering with delight. A deep rumbling purr came from inside her throat. --- "Oooh! She's doing it already!", Fixie whispered down to her identical twin on whose shoulders she was standing. "With whom? The blind guy?" "No, just by herself. God, this looks incredible. Do you think I could climb in and let her bite me? Do you think I would change like that, too?" "If she bit you, the only thing you'd change into would be a corpse. Talking of corpses... That's what you're gonna be, if you continue to grind your heels into my shoulders. Let's trade places." "In a minute..." "Now!" --- Ryouga was in Tokyo. He *knew* he was in Tokyo. Now, if he could only find a place he recognized, he would certainly be able to reach the Tendou Dojo. Frustratedly he screamed "Bakusai Tenketsu!" and blasted one of those silly-looking giant stone heads to rubble. He sighed and walked down towards the shore. --- Shampoo mewled and moaned continuously now. Her left hand was slowly wandering down her body, now firmly stroking her abdomen beneath the belly button, as if to calm the fires raging within. She had just decided to let it stray even further down, when she was interrupted. "Great-granddaughter, don't dawdle! Your change is complete, now go and seek out the groom." Cologne was sitting on the foot end of the bed. "Yess, Grreat-grandmother!" The thought of Ranma excited Shampoo again and filled her with anticipation. She let go of her breast and got up. "Try a different approach, this time. Don't waste time on trying to persuade him, just concentrate on staying in his proximity. You know what will happen?" Shampoo thought for a while, then a smile brightened her face. "He will become a cat, too, in his mind!" "Correct! And if that happens, you have already won him. Now go!" With a yowl Shampoo leapt out of the open window, sailing over the back alley and landing on the opposite roof in one graceful movement. --- "Aaaah!" "Ow." "What the hell are you doing, Puxie?!" Both twins were lying on the ground, rubbing their bruised behinds. "She jumped out of the window! She was so fast, the air rush pulled me away from the wall." --- Mousse gathered himself. He cold not allow himself to fail tonight. He had heard the old crone's scheme and knew it would work, if he did not intervene. He had to get to Shampoo and distract her before she could catch Ranma. He was a little torn, inside, whether it was dishonorable to use Shampoo's current state to take advantage of her, but he could not stand by and watch, either. So he pulled himself together, opened the back door and strode out. He stumbled over something and fell flat immediately. "Ow!" "Ran-!" he began, but the fall had caused his glasses to fall down onto his nose, and could see what had caused him to stumble. It was a red-haired girl, lying on the ground. She looked somehow familiar. "Who are you?" "I'm Puxie," she said. "And I'm Fixie." exclaimed another voice beside him. He jerked his head around, to see another girl. She looked exactly like the first one. Both spoke together, now: "We're identical twins!" "Do you think you could tell us apart in the dark?" suggested Puxie mischievously. --- Ranma was twitchy and nervous. He was starting to see Shampoo everywhere he turned. He wiped the sweat from his brow. he thought, But he knew that to be a false hope. There was no way Shampoo *wouldn't* turn up - she had done so every time. Only that he had been clear away from the Tendou home by then. This time he had to stay to make sure that Kasumi wasn't hurt by a disappointed feline. He had to lead her away, as soon as she found him. He started. Was that her? No, just the creaking of the wooden ceiling spars. His heart thumped, nevertheless.