Ranma 1/2 Lemon Fanfic - To every cat there is a season - part 3 of ? of the Hentai Adept Series Standard disclaimer: These characters are not owned by me and I am using them without permission from Rumiko Takahashi. So there. WARNING!: This is a LEMON fanfic, if you know what this means and are offended by it then don't go any futher. Doing so would just void my warning, and then what would I even have written this part for? If you don't know what this means and are offended by it then you are pretty messed up (even moreso than me!) and if you plain don't know what a lemon is then you should have gathered from the clues in this paragraph that it either is, or is not something you would appreciate. To every cat there is a season -=-=- Shampoo woke bright and early. The sun shone in the window of her room, illuminating her hair as she sat up and casting all kinds of odd shaped shadows into the corners. Shampoo sighed, it was monday morning. "Time to work." she said without sounding particularily enthused at the prospect. Nonetheless, she rose from her futon and walked to the bathroom where she would ready herself for a day as a waitress. Shampoo realized as she began to bathe that her vaginal area was still sore from the night before. She looked down at herself with concern, checking to see if anything was different there. She realized this was silly, many girls have had sex and she had not heard about anything changing in them. But then again, she had never heard that it would hurt this much. She looked down at that region again and saw that it had not altered it's appearance from the last time she had looked. Other than that her bath was without incident and after she had done her business Shampoo went out to Nekohanten to open the restaurant. As she walked into the Nekohanten's main eating area she saw Cologne standing, staring at the floor in interest. "Now, what's this? Now, how did that happen?" she said looking at the splintered pinewood. Shampoo grimiced, she knew that Ryouga must have broken the floor the previous night; he was known for that sort of thing. She walked up behind the old women and decided to feign ignorance. "Shampoo ready for...oh! What this, Great-Grandmother?" she asked innocently. "It seems that somehow during the night the floor has been splintered." Cologne replied in her contemplative voice she too often used. "Hiya! How that happen?" Shampoo again asked with feinged concern. "I'm not sure, child. You were here last night, were you not? Did you hear anything...unusual?" Cologne asked inquisitively. "Shampoo hear nothing, Great-Grandmother." she lied as best she could. "Hmm...." Colgone thought deeply for a moment, she knew the girl was lying but did not know why. "Alright, it must have been Mousse, then. We'll have to be sure to punish him for that." "Hai!" Shampoo said with relief she tried to mask as her typical frevor at the thought of punishing Mousse. She had been worried that Cologne was beginning to suspect her. "I go cook now, yes?" She asked. -=-=- Shampoo worked through the day as usual. At around two o'clock she took her break. She did not normally do this, but this Monday was unusually quiet and she had nothing to do, anyways. She leaned against the counter and sighed. After a moment, she turned her head to her right to notice the special pot of Ramen she had cooked yesterday was still sitting on the stove. "Hmmm, that should have been thrown out..." she mumbled. Shampoo was about to grab it and throw the evil potion out (she couldn't use it now, anyways. No one would eat old ramen) when she noticed something. She looked at the ramen and there were a few noodles on top. The noodles on top appeared to be wrapped around a spoon she had been using to stir. She looked at it for a moment and saw that it seemed to be hard. she said as she reached for it. She grabbed it and, sure enough, the noodle was hard. Shampoo held the ramen piece up in front of her. Using her thumb and index finger she snapped it in half. "Hmmm..." she said and looked away in thought as she began absent-mindedly rubbing the stiff noodle between her fingers. After a moment she stopped with a start. Her crotch was burning. "Oh! Shampoo hot all of sudden." Shampoo looked down and looked at the noodle in her hand. she thought. Shampoo looked down at the pot of ramen and noticed that half the liquid the ramen was in was now gone. her mind and body now burning. She knew what had happened but also knew that it didn't matter at the moment. Shampoo needed *IT* again. After the previous night she knew she couldn't go back to doing it by herself-the real thing was so much better-and she was really aroused because of the ramen. Shampoo looked out the door of the kitchen. She needed a man, she needed one now. Scanning the room she saw many women but passed them up immediately-she was a man hunter, and there were no men in the Nekohanten. Shampoo began to frantically scan the room for a stud to quench her burning lust. She was about to scream in frustration at seeing so many women and not a single man when Mousse bumped her from behind. "Oh, sorry great-granny, I was getting the hammer to pound in the new boards." he said. Shampoo grabbed him without a word and dragged off with to her bedroom. Once there Mousse complained to her. "What are you doing, you dried up old hag?!" She took hold of his glasses and pulled them down over his eyes where they should be. He was suprised, to say the least. "Shampoo! What..." he looked at his surroundings. "What are we doing in your room!?" Shampoo simply sat down on her futon and invited him to join her. Mousse nearly blew a gasket. Shampoo not only hadn't hit him yet, but she was going to let him sit next to her. "O...okay!" he said, his voice almost squeeking as he sat himself down. His arms sat at his sides, usure of what his goddess wanted of him. Shampoo grabed his head forcefully and turned it to face hers. Mousse closed his eyes, afraid she was going to hit him like so many times before, but the blow did not come. A kiss came in it's place. Mousse opened his eyes and saw Shampoo's face inches from his. He stared at her for a long moment, still unsure of what happened. Then it dawned upon him. "Shampoo!" he whispered in disbelief. Shampoo merely grabbed him without a word and pushed him onto his back. He willingly obeyed, letting his master do whatever she wanted. She didn't fool around, immediately Shampoo began to pull open Mousse's robe in front. Clubs, Maces, throwing darts, spears, swords and a few cans of peaches came falling out the sleevs of his robes as Shampoo pulled the piece of clothing completely from his torso. Shampoo looked on as the weapons fell out. There seemed to be hundreds of them, all comming from within his robe.