DIVINE INTERVENTION PART ONE - THE HELPFUL HENTAI Formerly known as 'Divine Intervention - Happosai's new leaf, Can he really turn it over?' Renamed and revised. All right, this is my first fanfic and my first lemon. Well, the first I actually have written, anyway. So, as the BGM of Miyukichan in Wonderland plays, let's begin. STANDARD LEMON WARNING: There is some bondage/rape in this story. I don't condone or ecourage such acts, this is for entertainment purposes only. If you are underage, or there is even the remote possibility you might be offended, close this file and format your hard-drive now to be sure this work will not leave any stain of it's existence in your reality. STANDARD COPYRIGHT ACKNOWLEDGMENT: Whatever characters are used belong to whoever created them and whoever bought the rights to them. Praises to the creators and may you never get writers block. Gratitude to both the US and Japan distributors, now get on the stick and BRING US MORE. This work is for entertainment only, no profit should be made from the distribution of this piece of my imagination. -------------------------------------------------------- Over Nerima, the sun shines, the birds sing, the cherry trees drop enough blossoms to put a slight fragrance in the air. It seemed as if every element of this suburb was trying it's best to make this the perfect day. Even the bugs were not bothering too many people. In a day such as today, a person could feel that this day was meant for him or her alone. Of course one person always felt every day was especially his. "What a haul!! What a HAUL! I could go on like this forever! Ha-hahaha!" This day hadn't been wasted on him either. Coming back from the school, it certainly seemed that his pillage sack was larger, stuffed with even more bras, panties, and gym shorts than ever before. Weighed down as he was, the girls certainly chased him longer, but that was half the fun. After all, each one was cute, and they never got within a broom's length, let alone actually catch him. Even Ranma had never even appeared to chase him off school grounds. And there was hope that this day wouldn't end yet. He had just enough time to stash his treasures and make his way back into town just as school was letting out. Every cute girl would be out on the street. A veritable market of beauty just for him. Of course, like a market, every tomato and melon must be squeezed for freshness, the key word being 'every'. Just time enough for a bite to eat, on the unknowing generosity of a local eating establishment, and it was off to the races. Truly, this was a beautiful day. The streets were brimming with girls. Of course, how could any student stay inside on a day like today? But it was a law of nature, 'girls must shop,' and this was Happosai's market within a market. Girls still in their sailor skirts, girls that had made it home just long enough to change and none of them in jeans, all shorts and mini-skirts, T-shirts, spring blouses, even tank tops. Today was a great day to be alive. Skirts flipped up to reveal the whiteness of heaven tucked into a forbidden outline. Breasts grabbed as though he were exploring the hills and valleys of the green earth. Butts fondled inciting a sqeal of joy and surprise from dozens of young girls. Happosai left a trail of screaming girls through the shopping district, and no Ranma around to spoil his fun. Happi was happy, very happy. Truly, today couldn't get any better. Then he saw them. In a sea of schoolgirls, these three gaijin girls stood out, a cute and perky schoolgirl wearing work gloves, a college coed whose mildness could not hide her beauty, and HER. Mousy schoolgirls be damned, this was a woman in full bloom. Far be it for Happosai to deny her a warm Nerima welcome. Hearts filled his eyes as he approached from behind them, Happosai latched onto the older woman with blinding speed and found nirvana. Not a straight line on this entire body, it was a wonder to behold, running his hands from her ankles to her thighs, he marveled at the flawless skin. Moving behind her, he was amazed by her rear, so round, so firm, he should have guessed, women of dark skin usually had good asses, but this girl must have been a dancer besides. Zipping around to her front he was sure he had found his heaven. Breasts old enough to be in bountiful maturity, young enough to have firmness and bounce. Shaking his face from side to side, making motor-boat noises in such bountiful cleavage, Happosai swore, if he were this woman's child he would never grow beyond an infant. This woman was the find of this century. Even her hands were a thing of beauty, the way they elegantly lifted him off her bosom, gracefully wrapping around his throat, lovingly cut off his air supply... Waitaminute... Happosai broke out of his revere to gaze into a truly beautiful face framed by a mane of wild white hair, well, beautiful except for that annoying twitch in her left eye. He heard an, "Oh, my." and looked around for Kasumi, only to see the college coed with a worried expression on her face and her hand up to her mouth. Then he noticed it, the marks on her face that seemed to enhance her beauty. He knew these marks from a scroll he had among his collection. The mark was the emblem of the Goddess of the Present. "Urd, it's probably not a good idea if you kill him." Happosai look over and noticed, for the first time, the skinny kid that was standing very close to the goddess of the present. No marks on his face, though, that made him human. Whoever this boy was, he was one lucky son-of-a-gun. "Probably serves the old lecher right." said the perky girl in work gloves, but she spun away, crossing her arms, before Happosai could look at her face. But he was sure she was marked, no one carried a hammer that long slung across her back as a fashion accessory. "No one does that to me unless I say so." That brought Happosai back to the face of the woman in front of him. The one called Urd wore the emblem of Past. Realizing his predicament, he tried to swallow, but her hands were still firmly around his neck. With effort, he croaked, "I am sure you would understand... if you would kindly allow me to explain." "Urd", said the coed, resting a hand on Urd's arm, that one word echoing with comforting calmness. Urd's eye stopped twitching and she relaxed her grip a little. Happi was quick to capitalize, slipping out of her grip, he left her holding a Fire-burst special as large as his own body with an extremely short fuse, but long enough, he prayed, to let him get away. The three goddesses reacted quickly, each in her own way. The one in work gloves ran behind the skinny boy ready to sacrifice him as a shield. The oldest bobbled and juggled the round ball, trying to decide if she should throw it or just run. The coed, stood her ground and shouted ">Spirits of Energy, Be Calm!<" It seemed to have a good effect, since the firecracker didn't explode, but because the spell was made in a split second, or perhaps the spirits were really looking forward to exploding, the firecracker ball disintegrated into a cloud of black smoke, covering Urd head to toe in soot and ash. Happosai didn't even look back. He ran as if his life depended on it, because he was very sure that it did. He had reacted without thinking and offended a goddess, twice possibly, and two other goddesses besides. That his Fireburst Special hadn't exploded was a good sign, maybe she wouldn't be too mad. Then again, the sky had turned red, and he could hear thunder, and somewhere off in the distance could be heard, "That old lecher is a dead man!" even though he well over a mile away by now. "Only if you can catch me, deary." he said to himself, laughing. "CAUGHT YOU!!" Urd had stepped out of a large screen TV in the window of an electronics shop in front of Happosai. She was still covered head to toe in black and looking to place all the blame on him. Happi turned the corner into the alley just as a bolt of red lightning struck the spot he had just been. He decided another quick change was in order and leapt, from ground to fire escape to window ledge to roof where a young couple were relaxing in the sun and watching TV. An arm snaked out of the TV barely bumping into him but still not quite catching the nimble martial arts master. Happosai jumped for safety as the arm retreated into the TV, leaving behind a screaming and bewildered couple. Spotting his opponents weakness, Happosai avoided everything and anything to do with electronics as he ran. Not an easy thing to do in the heart of a busy suburb, but he had prowled this area before, stealing underwear from the clotheslines and balconies, so he had a good idea of the route to take. It was well after sunset when he arrived at the dojo and he lamented missing Kasumi's dinner. Ah, well, he could sneak downstairs after she went to bed for quick snack. He came across the back yard, so peaceful in the sunset, toward the house. His two good for nothing disciples still playing shogi. "This was truly a wonderful day, wasn't it, Soun?" said Genma. "Days like this make you glad you're alive. Isn't that right, Master?" Only then did Soun notice how dusty and dirty Happosai was, and how slowly he walked, and how tired he looked with his face drawn and his shoulders slumped. He didn't even acknowledge the shogi players as he wandered past them and into the living room. A bolt of fear struck him as a sound caught his attention. Nabiki was watching television. "Nabiki! Turn that TV off!" Happosai shouted. Nabiki slowly turned an annoyed face to him and said, "Mmm?" "I said turn it off!" he shouted again and leapt at the TV. Just then a black apparition of womanly anger arose from the TV screen. Nabiki did a fast backpedal from the TV as Happosai was caught in mid leap by the specter. "Your death is assured, goat!" it growled. Soun sat there, shocked, his hair standing on end. Genma had turned to run only to see a girl with a red sledge hammer rise from a whirlpool in the carp pond. Akane was walking past the bathroom to see what the trouble was when she heard, "Wagh!!! Who the hell are you?!" come from inside. She opened the bathroom door only to be nearly knocked down by a pretty, blushing gaijin girl running past her. "Excuse me. Sorry about this." said the gaijin as she hurried to the living room. Akane looked in to see Ranma naked except for a towel he was holding over himself. "You mind telling me who that was and what you two were doing in here?" she asked, her voice getting louder with each word. "How should I know?" says Ranma, "One second I am drying off, the next, some girl jumps out of the mirror." "Jumps out of the mirror?! You expect me buy a cockamamie story like that?" she said approaching him while pulling a mallet out from behind her back. "You'd better tell the truth, Ranma, or else." "I didn't do nothin'. Why can't you believe me just once?" Ranma put his hands up to defend himself. Akane looked down, blushed, spun on her heals, and marched out of the bathroom before the towel hit the floor. Ranma sighed in relief and looked down, realizing his mistake. "Oh, well, whatever it takes, I guess." Ranma finished drying and got dressed. In the living room, red lightning was crackling off Happosai as he was sure that this was the end. The hammer- girl and the coed both stepped in at the same time. "Urd! Don't do it!" It was the pretty coed come to save him. *Yes!* thought Happosai. *An angel would defend me after all.* The lightning stopped. "Yeah, he deserves worse than death!" said the girl in work gloves. The coed looked at her in shock. "Hey! When Urd took off after the old lecher and you took off after Urd, Keichi and I asked around town if anyone knew the such a lecherous old goat. It turns out everyone did. Every restaurant in town knows him as a notorious dine-n-dasher. Worse, every girl from every high school and college in the area has been felt up by him and/or had their underwear stolen. Frankly, I'm glad it was Urd and not me." "Thanks for nothing!" snapped Urd, as she started frying Happosai with lightning again. "A proper fate for the Evil Master." said Soun, clapping his hands together in prayer. "Divine retribution." agreed Genma. "Stop, Urd. Please, wait just a moment." The coed's voice stopped the violent apparition's lightning. The smoking body of Happosai turned an evil eye to his students, silently promising a proper payback. They both flinched and took a step backward. The coed turned to the pair. "My name is Belldandy. These are my sisters Urd and Skuld." Nabiki stepped forward. "How did your sister just pop out of our TV set like that? And why is she after Happosai?" she asked, thinking that there was more to it than being covered in soot. She could guess, but she hated making assumptions. "We are goddesses. As for why, well..." "Belle, did you delay me just so you could make introductions?" demanded Urd. "No, because I can't let you kill him. Please, no one was hurt, and besides, there must be something redeemable about him. Right?" She looked to the others for someone to agree with her, but everyone was busy studying anything else. Akane walked in with her face still red and muttering under her breath something about perverted exhibitionists. "Oh, I am sure he does have some redeemable qualities," said Kasumi walking in with a tray of tea, "it's just that he's never shown us what they are." "Just as I thought, good for nothing." Said Urd dropping Happosai to the floor. "I can be good." he said running to Belldandy. "You'll see, Bell-chan, call off your sister. I can prove I'll be good." "I am not a hound, you know!" shouted Urd advancing again. Happosai took refuge behind Belldandy's skirt. Ranma walked in with his hair still wet, deliberately avoiding Akane's angry stare. "Ha!! The old goat sitting on his hands and being good? Now that is something I would really like to see." "That's something a lot of people would be willing to pay to see." said Nabiki, calculating the possibilities. Belldandy turned and knelt in front of Happosai, who was trying to look as if he hadn't just been trying to sneak a peek under Belldandy's dress. "Now, really." she said. "He is a martial artist. A man as bound to his word and honor as if it were life itself." Soun nodded thoughtfully. "I am sure if he gives us his word to be good then he will be good, right Happosai?" "Ahh..." Happosai stared, sweat pouring off his head. This was worse than Kasumi. You couldn't lie to Kasumi either. Never had to. He just openly admitted he was a pervert and not worry about it. With Belldandy, try as he might, he couldn't lie to her, yet he dare not tell her the truth either. "Ahh..." he said again. "No! I want more than the word of a pervert! I deserve it after what he did!" said Urd. "What do you propose?" asked Kasumi, serving tea to Belldandy. Urd was about to say a pound of flesh, but considering Happosai's size, it might be a considerable percentage. Turn him into a woman so he can find out what it's like to be violated by someone like him? Nah, it's been done. She needed something truly ruthless that Belldandy would agree to. "Why not a quest?" said Skuld. "You mean he has to seek out the Holy Grail or somthin'?" asked Ranma. Akane punched him in his ribs. "No, to help people." "What!?!" said most of the Ranma cast as they face faulted. "That's a great idea." said Kasumi and Belldandy together. "That's a lousy idea." muttered Urd and Happosai. "That is what you must do." said Belldandy. "You must be good and help people until Urd, Skuld and I have agree that you have redeemed yourself." "No! If you leave it at that, he will sit on his hands and do nothing. I want more." said the self-styled Goddess of Passion as she approached Happosai with menace in her eyes. "I don't want you to just help people, I want you to help them achieve their hearts desire." Belldandy smiled proudly at her sister. That was a good idea. "And if you don't, I will make your hands numb you can never feel a woman again, blind you so you can never see a woman again, and turn every stitch of underwear you've ever stolen to dust in your hands." Sweat broke out on Belldandy's hair. "Why not just kill me and get it over with?" wailed Happosai. "And let you off easy? I don't think so." "Don't worry," said Ranma, cracking his knuckles, "I am sure we can keep the freak of nature in line." "Oh, no." said Belldandy, "This is a personal quest. You shouldn't interfere." "She's right, stud." said Urd. "IF he succeeds it's his victory alone, and if he fails he suffers alone." Skuld nodded in agreement. Noting how dirty she still was, Urd shook her head and the soot rolled off her in a wave that traveled down her body. Ranma's jaw dropped just a little as Urd's beauty fully revealed itself. Belldandy looked disapprovingly at Urd, then at the soot on the floor, and then apologetically at Kasumi. Intoning a small spell under her breath, the soot sprang to life in the form of small black puff-balls with large eyes. The newly alive soot- sprites promptly filed out of the house without a trace left behind. "Aw, man. You mean I can't do anything?" said Ranma, feeling an opportunity for payback slip through his fingers. "It's better this way, Ranma." said Kasumi. "Well, we had better be going." said Belldandy. "Sorry for barging into your house unannounced." bowing to Soun. "Ah... don't worry about it." stammered Soun. "Come back anytime." called Kasumi. Skuld ran to the carp pond and jumped through it without a splash. Urd turned to Happosai, "Remember, I will be watching you, old man." she said and climbed into the TV screen. Belldandy headed for the bathroom. "Hey, wait a minute." said Ranma, running after her with Akane right behind him. "If you really are goddesses, do you think you can help me?" Belldandy smiled at him. "Sorry, I can't. I am already under contract." and stepped through the mirror. "What's that got to do with anything?" Ranma stared at the mirror for a second. "I told you she came out of the mirror." he said, without looking at Akane. "Shut up, 'stud'!" She said and stomped away. It was the next day and Happosai was walking down a bare street, thinking. He had a lot to think about. He was faced with a situation that he couldn't run away from, fight his way out of, or just ignore. No doubt about it, he had to do something. Dreams of a womanless void haunted him from the night before. How did a person find a good deed that needed to be done, anyway? To be sure, there were saints and buddas and Samaritans galore, of which, Happosai knew none. Could he dare to leave it up to blind chance? "Shampoo! I have tickets for a movie tonight. Will you go with me?" "Shampoo no go with you, Mousse. Shampoo go with Ranma to date." "But he hasn't even asked you out, yet." "That right. Is surprise date. Ranma no know he take me yet." "But why won't you go out with me?" "Because you weak, Mousse. Not strong like Ranma." With that Shampoo hopped her bike to a rooftop and headed for the Tendo dojo, leaving behind a young man feeling very wretched. *Let's hear it for blind chance.* thought Happosai. "All I have to do is defeat Ranma." Mousse said to himself, clenching his fists. "That will show Shampoo who is stronger." "Maybe so, but even if you beat off another suitor, you still have to defeat the amazon herself. That is the Law." Mousse was startled and embarrassed that someone was listening to him think out loud, and especially when that someone was Happosai. "What do you know about Amazon law?" "I've been there, m'boy. Remember, I tried to catch an Amazon cutie, myself, at one time." "And I grew up there. There's nothing you can tell me about Amazon customs that I don't already know, old man." "So, you tell me. Why can't you defeat Shampoo?" "Because she is stronger than me." "No. Really. I want to know. I know of your martial arts style, you're practically a master at it. You may have never defeat the Anything Goes style, but you always gave Ranma a run for his money. So why can't you defeat the Amazon." "Her name is Shampoo. And I am just a man. She is stronger than me, that's all. If I cannot defeat Ranma, then I don't have a chance of defeating her." "I think you can defeat her, you just don't want to. Dealing with Ranma is just a way of avoiding her. You will always loose to her that way, y'know." "I've never been able to defeat her. No matter how hard I try, I can never... She always wins." "'Never' what?" "Nothing." "This may be important, boy, 'can never' what?" "Never hit her! All right?! Is that what you want to hear, old man? I can never hit her because I am too weak." "You mean she dodges every punch you throw?" "No, I can't hit her because I can't hit her! I have never thrown a punch, a kick, or a weapon in all of our fights! I can get my chains around her, sure, but I have never been able to finish it!" He was staring at his hands, which were shaking. "How can I even think to harm her?! I love her. No wonder she thinks I am weak." Mousse sank to his knees, feeling all the more wretched because he had just poured out his soul to the Son of all Evil in Japan. "I just might be able to help you." said Happosai, walking up to him. "What?! You?!?" "Sure, if you put yourself in my hands, I can promise you victory." "You would show me how to defeat Ranma? Your own student!?" "Who said anything about defeating Ranma. I am talking about Shampoo." "I won't let you anywhere near Shampoo." "I don't have any intentions toward Shampoo, my boy. But, you do, and I am willing to help you achieve that... you're heart's desire, if you will." Was this really Happosai he was talking to? "Why? What's in it for you? And why should I trust you?" "Let me put it this way: What choice do you have? Nothing you've tried has worked so far. Shampoo has Cologne to back her up. Ranma has his father, me, and even that old crone from time to time. While, you have nobody. As for my motives, your better off not knowing." Mousse considered this. "All right. Promise me you will never touch Shampoo and you have a deal." "Ok, ok, just make sure the ghoul on a stick never finds out or she will stop us for sure." They shook hands. "Good. We can begin training immediately. First thing to do is to get you some new weapons..." ------------------------------------ Two weeks passed. Cologne had barely noticed Mousses comings and goings, so long as he did his work. This was a hectic schedule for Mousse which only served to better his training in the end. And when Cologne did finally notice his frequent absences and asked him about it, he just said, "I am training for my next fight." which seemed satisfactory, since she was sure he would never win. He also avoided Shampoo as much as he could, and blushed furiously when he had to talk to her. Perhaps he really has some confidence in his next fight with Ranma, she thought. Then the challenge came for Shampoo. It was from Mousse. Cologne had a bad feeling about this and decided to tag along. In an abandoned construction site Mousse waited. Cologne could see the obvious advantage. Far too many places to hide his weapons. Also, there would be no witnesses. Mousse was there, having traded in his normal white robes for black trimmed in red, he also wore a mask of a smiling drunk. All things meant to intimidate. "Mousse, what you do? Why you call me here? You know you no defeat me, ever." called Shampoo, who was standing across from Mousse holding twin bonbori, otherwise dressed in Chinese shirt and slacks. "Today will be the last time, Shampoo. If I don't defeat you today, I swear, on all that I hold dear, I will give up on you and leave, forever." Shampoo gasped a little at this. To never have Mousse around to annoy her? He had always been a constant presence in her life for as long as she could remember. For that presence to be gone... would be like he was... dead. "You sure you want do this, Mousse?" "I am sure, Shampoo. Are you ready? Anything goes fight to the finish. Whoever is not unconscious is the victor. Agreed?" "Agree." And she charged, anticipating his typical opening move. He didn't disappoint her. A multiple chain strike from a distance, which she easily dodged. If she could close the distance, it would eliminate the use of many of his weapons. All too soon, she closed the gap. Mousse dropped his chains and popped a fan of swords from each sleeve. Shampoo skidded to a halt, hardly believing he had pulled a sharp object to use against her. Because of the mask, she couldn't see his face and couldn't judge his intentions, she was forced into a defensive position. The old Mousse would never have even drawn such weapons, so she was betting this was only a display to frighten her. She was right, it was soon evident he never intended to harm her, only keep her at bay, so she waited for him to leave an opening. He never did. He had improved. The swords flowed around him like wings, two impenetrable fans of steel blades in constant motion, and Shampoo was forced to back up. When her back was to a wooden fence one of the swords slipped on a cross swing and flew toward Shampoo's hip. Startled, she put her back to fence. Two more swings and there was a perfect Shampoo-outline of swords in the fence, including space for her pigtails. Mousse stepped back. "Do you yield?" he asked. Shampoo, shocked at what just happened, turned angry. He _was_ weak. He had the advantage and he didn't take it. Offering mercy to an opponent. He was WEAK!! "Never!!" she cried, and lunged forward. She heard the sound of fabric tearing and also came away empty handed. Her bonbori were impaled against the fence as were her slacks. She was now bare legged and weaponless. She smiled. She had no problem fighting without pants, she preferred it. She also knew Mousse admired her legs and that they could distract him during the fight. She pulled a sword out of the wall and advanced on him. Mousse popped his fighting claws on his right hand, perhaps the best weapon against a sword, but she was still very skilled with a sword and more agile than him. He parried her every blow until she slipped and didn't pull the sword back fast enough. With a twist of his wrist he snapped the sword, reached with his left hand and clamped a manacle to her sword arm, and with a swift motion threw the other end of the chain to wrap high around a flagpole. The move took too long. She kicked him away from her and ran to the flagpole. He was up and running behind her. As he threw another set of chains at her legs, she jumped just in time and used the momentum of the backswing to kick him again, screaming like a banshee the entire time. He flew to the other side of the construction yard and landed hard. She worked at the manacle trying to break it or slip her wrist out. As she worked, another chain came in and wrapped around her other wrist and she found her arms being stretched apart, the other end tied to the building foundation. She looked all around her, but try as she might she could not find Mousse. "FLYING HAWK'S TALONS" she heard and felt a weight on her back. She closed her eyes and braced for the pain. It never came. She opened her eyes and looked behind her. Her blouse was on the ground, shredded and impaled with Mousse's talon shoes. Which meant she was... "AIYEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!" Mousse was in front of her, the mask of the happy drunk leering at her. She kicked at him, which was what he was waiting for. A manacle went around her ankle and at the other end of the chain... a bulldozer!? Had that been there before? She kicked with her remaining leg only to have it manacled as well, a ball and chain at the other end. The leering mask had her scared. Summoning her courage, she said in Chinese, "You had better never let me down from here. I will kill you the instant you do." "I've seen enough!!" shouted Cologne from the sidelines. "Mousse, stop this at once!!" She hopped forward two hops and then no more. Her walking staff had been driven into the ground like a tent stake. "Cologne, you always were such a wet blanket. Let them finish the fight." "Happi! I should have known. You were the one training Mousse. And how dare you do that to my staff!?!" Throwing the mallet over his shoulder, Happosai said, "At the beginning of this fight, your grandchild agreed to 'anything goes'. And that means anything. So just sit back and enjoy the show." Cologne growled but did nothing. Honor was also at stake here and she couldn't interfere. But just let him lose control, just once. To do so would be instant death. On the battlefield, Mousse tried to remember everything he'd been taught. He had gone through a warehouse of magazines till the sight of naked flesh no longer bothered him. He had memorized all the erogenous zones known to the eastern world and their individual stimulus. The female body was now a well known friend to him. But for all of that, this was flesh, not paper... this was Shampoo. He took a moment to admire the body that was before him. Her skin was flawless, the few moles that did exist always seemed to be in the perfect position. She was strong and fast, he knew, but actually seeing her muscle tone took his breath away. Her breasts, heaving after her exertion and covered in perspiration, were full with youthful promise. Nipples that capped her breasts were hard in the cool breeze, no larger than razzberries. Her face... No! He looked away. He knew if he looked into her eyes now, he would loose. He reached up and touched her breasts. Tentatively at first, then molding and kneading them gently, amazed how they could be soft and firm at the same time. He gently squeezed the nipples and Shampoo let out a small gasp. "Please, stop this, Mousse." whispered Shampoo. She sounded genuinely afraid. Mousses heart almost failed him. "Quiet." he whispered back. Coming from behind the mask it sounded like a cannon shot to Shampoo. This couldn't be her gentle Mousse. He was too much of a... coward? ...weakling? ...idiot? She had always called him these things and more. Now here he was, strong and truly in command, and she was frightened. To her surprise, her body was responding in a way she hadn't anticipated. Her heart was racing and she trembled at his touch. She tried to tell herself it was fear, but she had never been truely afraid of anything in her life, ever. "I could never raise a fist to hurt you, my love," he said, "but I will show you now what pleasures I can bring you as your husband. Always remember that I love you." He pinched the nipple of the breast he held and she let out a small cry. He spun around and looked back at her. He was now wearing a feathered hawk mask that only covered his eyes and nose. He stepped in close to her, his nearness sending a shiver down Shampoo's spine. He began to nuzzle her neck and she responded by moaning softly. He gently kissed and nipped the edge of her ear and released a warm breath into it. Shampoo writhed against him. Mousse kissed his way down to the front of her neck and licked the sweat off her. He was careful to wipe his saliva away from the area he left so it wouldn't turn cold and slimy. He cupped her face in his hands, holding her cheek, with his thumb and forefinger he traced the outline of her eyebrows, cheekbone, and nose. He ran a finger across her lips. Shampoo responded by opening her lips and pressing her face into his palm. Mousse move a hand back to her breast as he kissed his way down her shoulders. Resisting his natural impulses, he moved his head in a great circle, letting the feathers at the edge of his mask trace their way around the base of her breasts. Shampoo threw her head back trying to neither cry out or laugh at this new onslaught. The feathers spiraled their way to the top and brushed her nipple, causing her body to spasm against her will. With agonizing slowness, Mousse repeated the action with the other breast. As the mask passed over her nipple, Shampoo stamped her foot in frustration before she could stop herself. Mousse took a little pity on her and took the nipple into his mouth and heard Shampoo take a quick breath. He continued to roll the nipple in his mouth, moving his other hand up to cup her other breast teasing the other nipple in unison. Her body trembling, he looked up to see her eyes closed, she was biting her lip. He brushed his teeth against the sensitive cap and her body trembled again, Mousse realized she was willing to draw blood from her lip rather than cry out. Mousse conceded this battle, not wanting her to be hurt at all. Slowly moving further down, Mousse stopped just above her panties. His heart was in turmoil. This was his beloved Shampoo. He knew it was too late to go back now. Could he follow up his advantage? He had beaten her, everything from here on was academic. Could he bring himself to violate her like this? He finally looked at her face. She was looking at him, an expression of silent pleading was there. Was it to stop or was it to go on? He knew she was scared, but he could also see he had an effect on her. She was breathing heavier and her skin was flushed red. She said nothing. No. If he stopped now she would think him a coward, and he would be killed. He could never bring himself to harm her, but if he could beat her with pleasure, wasn't it just as good? ...To express his love with a caressing hand instead of a raised fist? With a flick of his wrist, one of his throwing knives appeared in his hand. He deftly cut off the last bit of silken cloth. Somewhere in the background he could hear what must have been Happosai choking himself in an effort to keep quiet. He raised his arm and the knife disappeared. He reached a hand between Shampoo's legs and, again, stopped within centimeters. Shampoo could feel the warmth of his hand without it touching her. Her mouth was open in anticipation, waiting for the touch that she had often done to herself many times. Instead the hands caressed the inside of her thigh traveling to the back of her knee. Mousse was kneeling before her. The treasure of a lifetime was less than a foot from his face. *Control is everything.* he thought to himself. He was sweating buckets, now, and his hard-on was aching. *Control is everything.* He forced his shaking hands to work again. He was teasing her nether lips, separating them, running his fingers down their length, and she moaned in response. He smiled. *Control is everything.* He ran a steady hand past her sex to the other leg, to caress the inside of thigh and tickle the back of her knee. A trickle of fluid began to run down Shampoo's leg. It was time to begin in earnest. Mousse reached into his robes and pulled the first of his new weapons. It was long, thin, and pink, with a bulbous head, looking more like a large drumstick than a phallice. He ran it along her sex and Shampoo gasped. She had been expecting him to touch her, not a piece of plastic. He continued to rub her sex with it, running the entire length of it along the lips of her outer sex. Shampoo rocked her hips against it, needing more stimulus than it was providing. Mousse shifted his grip and switched holes. He slowly worked the head into her backside she moaned softly. Mousse could hardly believe it. She was accepting it. She had relaxed her muscles and even pushed back against it, with nearly no protest at all. Once it was in Mousse let it stay and touched her clitoris this his finger. Shampoo almost came right there. Mousse took his hand away. She might be faking. For a virgin, she accepted anal intrusion a bit too easily. It might be a trick. He took at a second dildo much like the first. He ran it along her own juices again, for proper lubrication, and began to insert it into her. Shampoo squealed and tossed her head. Too soon, Mousse found the barrier he was looking for, her hymen intact, her grandmother must have taken great pains to ensure it, dispite her intense training. There was one grievance against Saotome that he could crossed off his list. Shampoo had intended to give him an easy 'victory' and earn an early release from the chains while she was still able to fight. A shot of fear crossed Shampoo's eyes and Mousse withdrew the pink plastic, but inserted it a few more times, being sure to avoid the virgin shield. Then he flipped the on switch. Shampoo bit her lip to keep from screaming. The pressure in her backside only adding to her pleasure. She was beat red and breathing hard by now. Her trick had backfired and she was on the edge of a genuine orgasm this time. Mousse reached into his sleeve and pulled out another of his new weapons, a length of string with several beads tied at intervals along it's length. He inserted these slowly into her vagina one bead at a time until only a string was left hanging out. Mousse then pulled a new device from his robes. It a small flat disk, but before Shampoo could get a good look at it, he placed it against her sex where she felt it rubbing her sensitive clitoris. He strapped into place around her legs, holding the beads inside her, and turned it on. This time she did cry out. "It is called a Venus Butterfly. An elegant name, don't you think?" he told her. He reached down and turned on the dildo in her rear. She felt like she would go crazy with the sensations. He moved behind her, so close she could lean against her. He reached around and fondled her breasts again. Shampoo was moaning loudly, now. Her body seemed to turn into a mass of sensations. Tied down as she was, she could find no way to releave herself, and realized she was totally dependant on Mousse, who reached down and turned both of the devices to a higher setting, increasing the vibrations that assaulted her. Yet another vibrator came out of Mousse's robes. this one was no larger than a strawberry and Shampoo looked at it hungrily as it hummed to life. Stepping in front of her again he placed the cool, vibrating plastic against her nipples. Shampoo was tossing her head back and forth. She was sure she would go mad, her body had driven out all rational thought, leaving only the vibrating pleasure in it's place. The world had dissolved and her body was nothing but nerve endings. She felt so high she might never come down, that she would be completely insane after this. Mousses hand went between her legs again. and the devices were turned to their final and highest setting. "AiyeAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!" Shampoo was sent over the edge into an abyss of pleasure. "Now!" said Mousse as he struck his final blow. Two inches above her clitoris on her pelvis he massaged the shiatsu spot taught to him by Happosai. Her powerful orgasm turned multi-orgasmic. Her mane of blue hair whipped wildly about as her body spasmed out of control. As she felt Mousse pull the string of beads out of her, each one resonating the pleasure as they popped out of her inner folds one by one. Her mind shut down as she could do nothing but cum, and couldn't stop. Mousse ripped the mask off his face as a dozen orgasms rolled into a score. Mousse released his hand from her pelvis and looked into her face. Shampoo's eyes barely focused on him. "Mousse," she whispered, then darkness claimed her. Mousse reclaimed his devices and undid her manacles and chains. He took off his robe, revealing his original white robes underneath, wrapped her in it, and gently lay her on the ground. He settled himself beside her and held her, rocking slowly and singing a Chinese lullaby as she slept. The agony in his groin increased as his passions faded. He sat there a long time. He knew this wasn't over yet. It all depended on her reaction when she woke up. She could kill him. She had every right to. His desperation had driven him to do the unthinkable. If she judged him strong enough she might finally return his love. Amazon law, customs, and even their way of thinking could be tricky business at times, but he was very sure he was a dead man. Finally, she stirred. She looked up at him. He looked back without his glasses but he imagined the anger that was in her blurred face, and awaited his judgment. *Even in a blur, her face is still beautiful.* "Mousse," she said. "Shampoo." he replied. Her arms snaked around to his back, and pulled him close. "Airen." she said. "Woe ai nee." and she kissed him. Mousse's heart soared to a height than he could never achieve in his cursed form. He kissed her back and began to cry. "Looks like those two are going to be all right." said Happi from the sidelines, then got pissed. "He didn't even use his complete training. I even paid for that 'Long-Johnny- Silver-Holms-from-Africa' special with my own money and he never..." He stopped as Cologne was staring cold death at him. "Oh, lighten up. I just helped him out a little. I just couldn't stand to see the poor sap mooning over something he refused to reach for, that's all." "You just live to interfere in my life, don't you? You corrupt a young man's morals and nearly destroy Shampoo's chastity, all because you wanted a free sex show?? You could have gotten that boy killed." "He's not dead, so what's the big deal? Besides, look at them. I know Mousse is in heaven and Shampoo seems perfectly happy... and the tricks I taught him will make sure she stays that way. Wah-hahahahaa!" "So if you knew all of these tricks, how come you never caught a girl long enough to bet married?" "What? And be tied down to only one woman where there are so many beautiful ladies out there just dying for my affection?" "I give up." she said as pulled her staff out of the ground and started for home. Such contests were not unknown in Amazon history, though usually the male/female roles were reversed... Ah, many the bitter-sweet memories. Happosai jumped up on a stack of drainage tubes, took out his pipe and lit it. Drawing deep on his pipe, he blew several smoke rings. "Now was that a hot sex scene or what?" he said to no one in particular. "That wasn't exactly what I had in mind." *But I have to admit it was pretty good.* Urd was standing behind him with her arms crossed, floating a good two feet off the ground, her cape flowing in the breeze. *If I could only get Keichi and Belldandy to do that...* He turned around to face her. "You have to admit, I helped him achieve his hearts desire." "You did." "And I was good the entire time." "Mostly..." "And I acted completely unselfishly." "I wouldn't go that far. Looks like you enjoyed that scene you created a little too much." she said as her eyes traveled to the tent-form in his pants. Happosai jumped to his feet, proudly displaying his long-sleeping friend. "Wah-hahaha! I feel young again! So, hows 'bout it, toots? Am I off the hook or what?" ****************** The answer to this question will depend on the feedback I receive. I think this would be a great platform to launch several other stories from. Also, if you have an idea who should receive assistance from the geritol letcher, let me know. Since I have dragged the cast of 'Ah My Goddess' into Nerima, I guess the field is open. Side note: The soot sprites are from Tonari-no Totoro (My Neighbor Totoro). Of course. By the way, the shiatsu orgasm spot is real. Located about 2 inches above the clitoris, gently massaging it will externally stimulate the G-spot, which can turn an orgasm into a multiple orgasm lasting 3 to 5 times longer than normal. I have used it and it does work. David L. Battley dbattley@rural-net.com