A Change in Him: Chapter 18

Author: Null Factor

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Chapter 18

Two Days Later, WednesdayNight, Shortly After 7 PM

“My sweet Betty! Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha!!”

Ranma shook his head in amused exasperation as Dr. Tofu smashed through a window in his doctor’s office and went dancing through the streets of Nerima with his model skeleton, Betty. What a goof!

Kasumi had asked Ranma to return a couple of books she had borrowed from their local doctor and given him a plate of cookies to take as a thank you present. She had also given him a smoldering kiss and a bit of a grope as a personal thank you for undertaking the errand. Thus, Ranma had left the Tendo residence with a skip in his step and a song in his heart. And some lascivious thoughts in his mind, but never mind that.

When the teenager had handed over Kasumi’s gift to him, Dr. Tofu had, of course, gone insane as he usually did with anything connected with the eldest Tendo daughter. This resulted in the current situation, Ranma alone in the clinic with a shattered window that was letting in some pretty cold November air. Well, I guess I’d better do something about this, Ranma thought with resignation. Otherwise anyone could come in here and the cold might damage some of the Doc’s stuff. Sighing, he went to work. Luckily Dr. Tofu kept a lot of building material on hand, just as many Nerima residents did due to the much higher than normal of...accidents that took place in this particular Tokyo neighborhood.

Ranma wasn’t any particular expert with hand tools, but he did have a lot of practical experience since he and his father had lived on the road so much which often forced them to create their own shelter. And since moving into the Tendo’s he was the one who usually got stuck fixing up the dojo and doing minor repairs around the house. Thus, in no time at all he managed to construct a sturdy patch to cover over the broken window. He was just finishing the last few blows with the hammer when a voice behind him startled him, causing chills to run up his spine and making him miss the last strike with the hammer, smashing his own hand instead of the nail. The sound of the exchange therefore went something like:

“Aiyah, Ranma!! What you doing here?”

“Huh?! Shamp-” SMASH!! “AAAAAAAUUUUUUEEEEEIIIII!!!!” Ranma dropped the hammer with a clatter and began dancing around alternately waving and ineffectually blowing on his painfully throbbing hand.

“Airen!! You OK?! Let Shampoo help!”

Ranma paused in his pain-filled pirouette to focus on the source of this comment and when he did he quickly forgot all about his hand. “Sh, Sh, Sh, Shampoo!!” The teenaged martial arts expert’s eyes were wide as they regarded his Amazon fiancée. He had been expecting her to be dressed in her usual Chinese-style clothing, whether her normal ones or her more recent, over-the-top sexy ones. But instead...“Why are you dressed like that?!”

Shampoo paused and looked down at her clothes. Basically she was dressed in a nurse’s uniform: a combined white, short-sleeved top and dress that was belted around her waist along with a white nurse’s cap marked with a red cross on top of her blue hair. The version she was wearing seemed a bit more suited for a fashion shoot for some kind of sleazy men’s magazine than practical work, however, as the skirt of the uniform was so short it barely extended a few inches past the curve of her round ass. In addition, the top was incredibly tight, showing off her busty upper body to anyone with functioning eyes. Finally, her legs were clad in white, fishnet stockings that accentuated their toned sleekness. About the only concession she had made to work was that she wasn’t wearing high-heels, but instead white Chinese-style slippers. All in all, she was a vision of beauty that drove all thoughts of his hand’s discomfort from his mind and instead focused his mind on the discomfort in his groin as his penis began to stand up and take notice of the gorgeous Amazon before him.

“Oh, this just Shampoo work clothes, Ranma,” The Chinese teen said, dismissing her unusual clothing as she continued approaching her fiancé. A smile quirked her plump lips as she regarded Ranma’s stunned state. “Shampoo do part time job here since Great Grandmother is away.”

“Away, huh?” Ranma asked as he backed up, his back soon running into the planked over window he had just finished fixing, however. “Where is the old Ghoul anyway?”

“Shampoo no know. Great Grandmother she be away few days. Tell Shampoo work part time job until she come back.”

“Oh, yeah? How about that?” Ranma was beginning to sweat despite the coolness of the room as Shampoo came to stand directly in front of him, only a few inches separating them from one another. “Uh, what’re you doing?”

“Silly! Shampoo look at Airen hand, of course!” The Amazon took a hold of Ranma’s injured hand and began gently stroking and massaging it. The teenaged boys at first watched nervously, but soon began to relax under the influence of her soothing strokes. “See, Airen. Shampoo make better. Shampoo no hurt Airen.”

“I, I know that, Shampoo,” Ranma stuttered, his blue eyes locking onto her purple ones. “It’s just that...You know, sometimes...Uh...”

“Shhhh. No need talk, Airen,” Shampoo slowly brought his hand up to her mouth and keeping her eyes on his the whole time first began to gently kiss it. Then she extended her pink tongue to lap at it with light, feathery swipes of her tongue. When she saw her fiancé’s breathing pick up under the effect of her actions she next took each of his fingers one at a time into her warm, wet mouth to erotically suck on them. This action was the straw that broke Ranma’s back.

“Oh, Shampoo,” Ranma sighed as she finished licking and sucking on his pinky. Taking his now moist hand he cupped the Amazon nurse’s beautiful face, then bent forward to kiss her slightly parted lips.

Ranma! Airen! Shampoo allowed her eyes to shut while Ranma thoroughly kissed her, his lips pressing against hers while his tongue began to lightly flick into her panting mouth. She curled her lips around the other teen’s leanly-muscular body, crushing her perfect bosom into his chest as his kisses continued to rain down on her.

For the next ten minutes the two teenagers continued their necking, their hands growing bolder and bolder as it went on. By the time the two parted, ready to move onto the next stage of the encounter one of Ranma’s hands had managed to unbutton most of the buttons on Shampoo’s uniform top, exposing an arousing valley of her cleavage. His other hand meanwhile had snaked up under her short skirt and begun a thorough exploration of her bottom, which was covered with the erotic fabric of her fishnet pantyhose. The Amazon hadn’t been idle either, having managed to loosen Ranma’s pants, which were now pooled up around his ankles, and also free his now fully erect dick so that it stuck out obscenely from within his boxer shorts.

As they regarded each other’s partially unclothed state Shampoo and Ranma smiled and then they each hurried to finish the process. In no time at all Ranma was completely naked while Shampoo was just as swift in removing her own clothes. When she lifted her arms to remove her nurse’s cap, however, which incidentally caused her bare breasts to bounce about in some rather arousing ways, Ranma reached out to stop her. “Leave it on,” he said in response to her questioning look. “It makes things more...interesting.”

Shampoo smiled knowingly, “Aiyah, Ranma! Maybe pervert girl is right! Maybe you is too too bad. Aaiieeeiii!!”

That last squeal was caused by Ranma who swept the Chinese girl up in his arms and quickly carried her over to a nearby cushioned table on which Dr. Tofu examined and cared for his patients. Depositing the squirming, giggling Amazon on it Ranma paused to mock growl, “Now I’ll show you just how bad I can be!” before he once again kissed her hungrily. As they kissed, the martial artist let his right hand drift down Shampoo’s wonderful body to her crotch. The teen girl’s lower body was still covered with her white fishnet pantyhose and in addition beneath those she was wearing some white panties, but despite these intervening layers of fabric, Ranma could feel the moist evidence of her arousal as soon as his fingers touched her groin. This sexual excitement was also clear from the way Shampoo surged erotically under his teasing touch, her hips jerking upward and her back arching as she moaned into his mouth.

That strong reaction made Ranma decide to continue his ministration, using some of the techniques he’d learned from the Chinese book he was studying as well as the newer one he’d acquired from Happosai. In no time his skillful fingers had her cumming as he guided the Chinese teen’s ki flows into new and most arousing channels within her. Ranma didn’t stop there, however, instead he added to the flow of erotic sensations within his fiancée, letting his other fall onto her large, perky breasts where there were yet more energy flows to change. For nearly twenty minutes Ranma played Shampoo’s body like an expert musician, drawing forth a series of ripping climaxes that left her covered in a sheen of sweat. Finally, she forced Ranma up from her with shaky arms. “No more that way, Airen,” she pleaded between tired gasps for breath. “Shampoo want you. In Shampoo, Ranma. Please?!” That was an easy request for Ranma to grant as there was nothing at that moment he wanted any more than to do just that.

Climbing onto the examination table, Ranma quickly positioned himself between Shampoo’s fishnet-clad legs. Laying his erection on top of her crotch for a moment he stopped for a moment to look over her lovely, aroused form then, self-consciously he said, “You beautiful is.”

Shampoo looked at her fiancée in shock for a moment. It wasn’t only the fact that his grammar and vocabulary were even worse than normal, but it was the fact that he had spoken in Chinese! “You are beautiful,” she corrected him absentmindedly in her native tongue.

Ranma flushed with embarrassment, “Sorry. You are beautiful.”

“Thank you, my husband,” Shampoo replied, continuing to speak Chinese. “But when did you start speaking Chinese?”

“I, I learn in...in time free,” Ranma struggled out. “Not good still. I try still.”

Shampoo felt her eyes tearing up in a decidedly un-Amazon-like display of affection for a male. “Oh, my Ranma. My beloved.” She reached up to pull her fiancé down to her, kissing him deeply once he was within reach. Finally, reluctantly breaking the kiss, she regarded Ranma fiercely. “Take me, my husband,” she said in Chinese. “Take me now and make me yours.”

Ranma’s grasp of Chinese certainly wasn’t perfect as of yet, especially spoken Chinese. He was perfectly aware of what the Shampoo wanted, though. Looking down at her fishnet and panty covered groin for a moment he considered taking the time to remove those obstacles, but then decided to make a more aggressive and direct move. With a sharp tear of his hands he ripped a hole in the pantyhose at the appropriate spot and then reached through that gap to move Shampoo’s sopping wet underwear to the side. Then he placed the thick head of his cock at the Amazon’s oozing vagina and looked up. Her purple eyes gave him all the permission he needed and he began moving his penis forward, penetrating his Chinese fiancée for the first time.

“Aaaaaahhhhh!” Both teenagers’ cries mingled together as their bodies joined, their physical and emotions overwhelmed at the sensations flowing through them both. As with Ukyou, Ranma encountered no obstructions as he slowly edged his penis up into Shampoo and for similar reasons. The extreme martial arts both teenage girls practiced had resulted in them both breaking their maidenhoods before they could be claimed by their fiancé. The extreme tightness of the Amazon’s channel, however, left no doubt in Ranma’s mind that she was indeed a virgin so he was extremely slow and careful as he gradually pierced her to her innermost depths. Her aroused state and the numerous climaxes she had already experienced made this action much easier, though, as she was already slick with her juices. It wasn’t long until his prick had pushed forward until Shampoo was as full with him as her body could take. There Ranma paused, simply kissing her and massaging her wonderful chest as he let her get used to his girth wedged up within her.

Shampoo responded eagerly to these attentions, her hips rolling and her panting cries urging him to begin a more active role. It was an invitation Ranma was happy to accept. With steady strokes the teenager began easing his dick in and out of the blue-haired teen, smiling in pleasure at her sounds of enjoyment as he fucked her. Seeing that she was having no trouble accommodating him, the martial artist picked up the pace of his strokes and also began to utilize some of his ki techniques both to sense how his lover was responding to his actions as well as accentuating their effects. Shortly thereafter Shampoo exploded in orgasm her juices saturating Ranma’s still pounding cock, but he didn’t pause one second in his advances. Instead he hooked her legs up so they both rested on his left shoulder, this made the tight feeling of her cunt even more vice-like, increasing both teens’ pleasure.

Ranma pounded into the Chinese teenager mercilessly, intent on wringing the maximum amount of pleasure from her body. It was a goal that pleased both of them. Shampoo’s voice became hoarse as she screamed in release while her hands clawed so tightly into her lover’s forearms, planted on either side of her body, that she drew blood. Ranma hardly noticed the pain, however, his attention completely focused on the incredible sensations engulfing his cock as Shampoo came repeatedly on his driving length as well as the visual intoxication of seeing the sexily clad Amazon gasping in aroused pleasure beneath him. The nurse cap he had insisted she continue to wear had been jarred somewhat loose under the force of the two teens’ lovemaking, but her fishnet clad legs still rubbed sexily against his chest; another pleasant plus was the sight of her bouncing breasts and flushed, happy face.

“Raaannmmaaaaaa!! Gggooooooodd!! Tttoooooo tttoooooooo gggooooooodddd!!!!” Shampoo cried as more and more orgasms swept through her, her own body urging her fiancé to greater and greater efforts.

“Beautiful! Sssoooo beautifffuuuulll!!” Ranma groaned in response, trying his best in his poor Chinese to express his feelings for his lover.

“You cum, Airen?!” Shampoo asked, ironically the Chinese girl speaking in Japanese just as the Japanese teen had been trying to speak in Chinese. “You cum for Shampoo?”

“Soooon, Shampoo!! Sssooooonnn!!!” Ranma clenched his eyes as he did his best to hold back his orgasm. He clearly wanted this first session between them to last longer. Looking to adjust the position, Ranma swept the Amazon’s legs off of his shoulder and down onto table on the left side of his body. Shampoo’s upper body turned as well and soon Ranma was straddling the Chinese girl’s recumbent body, his cock slicing in and out of her so that she felt every inch of it coursing through her body.

The new position allowed the teenaged martial artist access to new parts of his fiancée’s body and he quickly took advantage of this fact to hit more and more of her pressure points to refocus her flows of ki. Shampoo’s body convulsed as if an electric current had been applied to her and her orgasms began to increase in strength exponentially. Sweat drops fell off Ranma’s brow as he continued to drive into Shampoo, desperately holding back the semen that was threatening to burst forth from within him.

Deciding to finish on a bang Ranma concentrated his efforts on forcing his internal ki into causing his cock to vibrate and pulse as he continued his pounding thrusts into Shampoo’s extremely willing body. In addition, he judged the moment... waited...waited...watched the ki flows...waited...waited...waited...waited...Then just as his own climax exploded in conjunction with yet another of Shampoo’s he hit a particular series of point at the base of the Amazon’s neck alongside the top of her spinal cord, making her cries of orgasm rise to ear-splitting heights. Stream after stream of Ranma’s cum spilled out as the Chinese girl’s vagina spasmed repeatedly along the long, thick length of his dick. Eventually, the teenage boy’s orgasm faded and he collapsed alongside his Amazon fiancée, holding her in his arms as she trembled through the aftereffects of her massive series of climax, his cock still wedged up deep within her.

“Aiyah, Airen,” Shampoo finally sighed. “You too too good to Shampoo.”

“No, Shampoo,” Ranma kissed the nape of her neck, holding her even tighter in response to her cooing compliments. “You’re too good for me.”

“Ranma, Airen!” Shampoo craned her head back to kiss her fiancé, eager to show and share her happiness.

The two teenagers cuddled for several minutes, letting the warmth and contentment of the moment overwhelm them. Then Ranma suddenly asked, “Shampoo, can I ask you something?”

“Hmm?” Shampoo mumbled, half asleep after the intense sex session.

“I was just wondering why you’re wearing such...different clothes lately. Ya know, the nurse’s uniform, your new Chinese clothes, and stuff...”

“Mmmm,” Shampoo stretched slightly in Ranma’s grip, causing interesting sensations in his penis which was still inserted deep within her. “Shampoo think Airen like. Ranma like new clothes, yes?”

“Yeah, I liked them,” Ranma admitted, squirming slightly uncomfortably. “It’s just that...Ya know; it’s different is all.”

“Shampoo just want Airen happy. Shampoo think new clothes make Ranma like Shampoo more.”

That’s just about what Ucchan said! Ranma thought. He struggled to explain his thoughts to the Chinese teen just as he had to the okonomiyaki chef a few days previously. “I do like the clothes, Shampoo, but you don’t gotta wear them if you don’t wanna. I mean, I like you no matter what you wear, ya know? So, you should just wear whatever you’re comfortable with, OK?”

“Ranma?”

“Yeah?”

“You tired, Airen?”

Ranma blinked in surprise at the question. “Uh, no, not really,” he finally answered. “Why?”

Shampoo turned her head to fix her fiancée with a sizzling gaze, simultaneously moving her hips suggestively. “Shampoo think she ready for more round. You still too too bad boy, Airen?” Ranma blinked again for a few moments, then smiled and began letting his body do the talking with the hot little number in his arms.