Mamono Hunter Ranma - Side Story by James Stone wstone@gpu.srv.ualberta.ca (c) 1995 Stone Age Productions All Rights Reserved ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Preamble... Shampoo:H...Hai! (We cut to after school. Shampoo is in front of the Principals office. She is about to knock) Principal:(From Behind door) Come in. Oh-HO! Sounds like a challange to me.... Well, I've never been one to pass something like THIS up...so, without futher ado... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Shampoo stood at the door to the principal's office, visibly nervous. A bead of sweat ran down the side of her face...she let it fall unimpeded. She had never been called here before...and had only heard rumors of the poor souls who had before her. Oh stop worry, Shampoo!, she told herself angrily. You just late, he no can do anything BAD! Shampoo swallowed. She wasn't fooled...she knew the reputation of the Principal. But there was no point in delaying the inevitable. She raised her hand to knock... "Come in," said the voice from behind the door, in English. Shampoo started, looking at the hand that was still a good two centimeters from the door. Swallowing one last time to contain her nervousness, she turned the handle on the door and stepped inside. Turning to close the door, she didn't see the principal until... Shampoo gasped, and pressed herself against the door, fumbling for the catch. ESCAPE! ESCAPE! her mind shouted at her. Get out of here NOW! "Oh! Miss Shampoo! No, no!" the Principal began, in English, as ususal. "Please! Don't be frightened, I only wanted to...speak...with you." His thick lips curled upwards in a smile, revealing the gleaming rows of perfectly even, straight teeth, the gleaming white of coconut meat. Shampoo froze, unable to remove her eyes from the site before her. The Principal sat on his desk, one leg crossed over the other, his ukelale conspicuously absent. His flowered Hawaiian shirt was tight over his chest, allowing the gentle ripples of his pectoral muscles to bulge the shirt out. The sleeves were pushed up slightly, not quite managing to cover the strong, bulging biceps. His khaki shorts were equally tight on his thighs, straining to hold together as he adjusted his legs, flexing his quads just slightly. The powerful, tanned lines of his legs continued to his tight, firm calves, and down to a pair of comfortable-looking deck shoes, sans socks. The Principal noticed her gaze, and leaned forwards slightly, his wide, white smile widening even more. "Miss Shampoo, do you like it?" Shampoo stood, totally frozen, at the sight. Her face was already slightly flushed, and her chest heaved just a bit faster beneath her blouse. Another bead of sweat ran down her face, trickling down her cheek and neck, before resting and being absorbed by the collar of the blouse. Unconciously, she bit her lower lip. "Well?" Suddenly Shampoo realized she was being asked a question. Without knowing what else to do, or even what the question WAS, she nodded, just slightly enough to be noticed. "Ah, good!" the Principal exclaimed. "I love to make my students happy! I'm so glad you like my little...present!" Inwardly, the Principal smiled to himself. He DID so enjoy this...it was such a joy to give the lovely Miss's their first, taste, so to speak, of Hawaii. And even though some of them weren't totally inexperienced, it took a REAL Hawaian man to perform correctly. He could feel the palm tree on his head stiffen slightly allready. "Ah, Miss Shampoo, it's quite warm in here, don't you think? Would you mind terribly is I removed this shirt?" The Principal tugged slightly at his collar. "This work can be quite...hot, you see." Again, Shampoo nodded imperceptably. There was nothing she could do now...nothing but wait for it to be over with. So she did nothing but watch as the Principal unbuttoned his shirt, his pecs and abs flexing as he twisted his body to pull the sleeves down over his thick biceps, and hairy, muscled forearms. Turning away for a moment, he dropped the shirt behind the desk, where it stood no danger of becoming soiled. "There now, that's much better." He stopped. "Ah, I'm sorry! Miss Shampoo, please, forgive my rudeness!" He walked over to the girl, placing an arm lightly across her shoulders. "Here I've been talking and talking, and you've been forced to stand! Please, please, take this seat." Guiding her with firm but gentle pressure, he moved her to a high-backed, straight chair, made from some light wood and grasses woven over the frame. Carefully, he seated the girl on the chair, before moving to stand in front of her. "There, are you more comfortable now?" Shampoo nodded, her breath taken away by being this close. It seemed she couldn't get enough air....her breasts heaved, bare beneath the flimsy fabric of her shirt. She was even more flushed now, and she felt dizzy, waves of heat washing over her body... The Principal smiled, the intermittent sparks between them flashing off his teeth, making them glint even brighter. "Good, good!" He turned to the roasting pit, where the pig roasted. Not a big one, good roasting boars being so expensive, but not a bad size either. Carefully, he cut into the pig, testing the quality of the meat. "Ah! Excellent! Perfection!" With a skill showing years of practise, and training by those who are masters in the art, he began to carve thick, juicy slices of pork off of the pig, placing the two choicest on a platter, along with slices of pineapple, some coconut, and assorted other trimmings to the feast. He handed the plate to Shampoo, giving her his most dazzling smile yet. "Now, Miss Shampoo, please, relax and enjoy yourself. It is your first luau, is it not?" Seeing the nod, the Principal felt his palm tree stiffen completely. Ah! he thought to himself. Truly the first time, is always so sweet...this girl will give me a better luau than most no doubt. But then, how could such a girl not be fine, exciting company? The Principal sighed to himself, taking care to conceal it from Shampoo. If only her hair were shorter, he thought, picturing a purple okapi...but that can wait, can't it? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Well, there she be. I certainly hoped you enjoyed it, and found it....stimulating. I know I certainly did. ^_- For those of you really expecting something hardcore, sorry. I just couldn't...not with the Principal. And besides, this was MUCH more fun to write...and I think it'll be much more fun to read too. Anyways...that's about it. No long notes on this...just a spur-of-the-moment thing. All comments, questions, requests for past stories, etc. can be sent to wstone@gpu.srv.ualberta.ca. All flames will be read, laughed at, and disposed of, never to be given a second thought. Until Fall of the Eagle 2, mata ne!