Dragon Half Fan Fiction / Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ Too Many Halves ❯ Trouble with Amazons ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Ranma 1/2, which is owned by Rumiko Takahashi. I also don't own Dragon-Half, which is owned by Ryuusuke Mita. Any other characters in this fanfic might be borrowed and dragged up from my coffee and liquor fueled mind so I'm sorry if someone else created them. I did create Chin though, and enjoy making his new life hell.

 

Author Notes: Chinese is in <these> everything else is Japanese unless I add it here in the notes. Because of the confusing nature of sexes, give me time to work out a system dealing with the water changes. This story has sexual themes, but I hope it doesn't go over the NC-17 rating. I have no idea if I will ever do a lemon chapter so don't ask.

 

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Chapter Two: Trouble with Amazons

 

Ranma and Genma were not happy. So far it had been about a week sense they had left Jusankyo behind and the weather was against them. Every day seemed to be wet and humid with heavy mist or raining. He and Genma had learned how to really hate their cursed forms. Genma experience with eating as half slime might have been one of the best ways for him to lose weight until he found that trying new combinations made for some very nice dishes. Like absorbing fish with a bit of sulfur mixed in some stagnate water had a certain spice that made his cursed body tingle all over. He also found that if he relaxed his body he could reach a state of near nirvana just sort of sliding around.

 

On the opposite end, Ranma was not getting to like his curse at all. First, having to destroy a set of pants for a tail hole was grating on his nerves. Every time he changed forms he had to also change clothes. Then there was the stupid heat. As a male the heat didn't really bother him that much, but as a female half dragon the heat was killer. Having their guide trip all the time when he took off his gi shirt because of the heat was really getting on his nerves so now he just suffers through the heat walking with his head down stuck in the cursed form with his dad just laying there on his shoulder like a lump, snoring.

 

“Here we are, good sirs. This be village of Chinese Amazons,” remarked the guide as they came upon the rustic style village.

 

“Good,” Ranma said, “I'm starving, hot, tired and I think my tail is drooping more then my eyelids.”

 

“Buck up boy,” Genma piped in from the half dragon's shoulder. “In a place with this many woman together the food has to be good.”

 

“Today is big fighting tournament for Amazons. Good sir can watch. I go to find village elder. Must tell of what happen to Spring of Drown Demon Brat.” With that the guide left the two shape changed martial artists and headed toward the center of the village.

 

Ranma looked to his dad. “So pops, you want to check out this tournament?”

 

“Might as well boy, but I don't see how much entertainment it would be. They are just women.”

 

Walking toward a large group of women gathered around two huge posts pushed in the ground and a large log suspended between both. “Ya know pops, women or no, ya still remember that one temple with all them naginata using priestess. We still ended up running from that place. Those girls didn't seem so weak to me ya know.”

 

“A martial artist that depends on weapons is destined for defeat, just remove the weapon” Genma replied smugly.

Arriving at a place where they could see the two fighters currently up on the log, Ranma sat down on a bench. She felt Genma hop off her shoulder and figured pop must want a change of view and left thoughts of him behind as the fight unfolded. At first she couldn't tell if one of the fighters really was a woman. She was huge and it looked like someone smashed her face flat with a board or something. In sharp contrast was the purple haired girl with twin bonbari and a Chinese pant suit. The two fighters rushed together in a blur with the larger woman flying off the log to the ground below.

 

“That girl has some power,” Ranma thought. She reached back and grabbed one of the fruit on the large buffet style table behind her. As she bit into the apple she watched in fascination as the purple hair girl started to walk toward her, then pass by her to bash the purple half slime currently trying to wrap around a roast pig in the middle of the table. With the stunned half slime in tow, she turned back to Ranma.

 

Holding Ranma's father in front of the half dragon the Chinese girl said, <”Is this your pet, monster girl?”>

 

“Huh? What did you just say?” asked Ranma.

 

Grimacing, the girl motioned a white haired girl younger of about 13 years over to them. Turning to the younger girl she said, <”Can you translate for me> Rinse?” the purpled haired girl asked.

 

<”Of course> Shampoo <I would be happy to honor the tournament champion”>, replied Rinse.

 

“Umm… what is the problem, you guys don't like slimes?” asked Ranma.

 

“I think what the Tournament champion, Shampoo, wants to know is if this `thing' is yours,” asked Rinse.

 

“Yup, that is with me. Now what is she so angry about?”

 

Rinse turned toward Shampoo and whispered something to her. Shampoo replied back, pulled out a jar from somewhere and deposited a still stunned Genma in it. Then she turned toward the log.

 

“Shampoo said if you want strange goo thing back you fight her so she can gain back lost honor of goo eating champion's feast. If you win, monster girl, you get goo back and win feast you have already eaten. If you lose, goo becomes elders' new experiment and Shampoo mounts your horns on her bedroom wall,” explained the young girl.

 

Ranma gave a blank stare at the girl. “So, you say that that girl wants me to fight her over the food me and pop ate because that was her prize?”

 

Rinse nodded and motioned Ranma toward the log. As Ranma leapt up to the log her mind was in turmoil. Ever since taking on this new body Ranma didn't know exactly how this new body would be in combat. With a bit of trepidation she moved into a loose combat stance.

 

Shampoo frowned at the strange girl with horns and a tail. From the way she took her fighting stance it looked like she thought Shampoo was an easy fight. She had never seen such a strange looking girl, but in a valley where there was a tribe of bird people and a group of men who breed animalistic traits into the blood line, the girl couldn't be that strange. She shrugged to herself, raised her weapons and charged forward.

 

Just as Shampoo was about to be schooled on what a half dragon with a short lifetime of brutal martial arts training can do a small wrinkled old woman on a walking stick bounced into the combat area. Next to her was the guide that showed Ranma and Genma the springs and led them here.

 

<”So, we don't have to worry about stupid sorcerers and witches trying to find that damned spring anymore? Well that is good news. The girls were getting sick of killing them would be world conquerors.”> the old woman told the guide.

 

<”Yes it is very good Elder Cologne, but what do we do about the boy who fell into the spring. He is surly cursed now.”> replied the guide.

 

Turning her head to watch her Granddaughter defeat her next opponent she started to answer, <”Nothing for now. From the description you gave me the boy sounds like a fo- What is THAT my granddaughter is fighting?!?!?”>

 

Eyes wide, Cologne watched as Shampoo charged the half dragon. With a punch that seemed to blur and had a large bang behind it from the sound barrier being broken Shampoo and two shattered bonbari went flying off the log and through a wall of the town hall… over 300 feet away from the fight.

 

Ranma stood gaping at what she had done. That punch was just supposed to be a simple disarm move. She was pretty sure that the girl, Shampoo, would have a few broken ribs from the punch itself and a whole mess of injuries from her short flight. Still thinking about the power of her cursed body she walked over to the jar and let Genma out.

 

Genma had gapped at what his son did. How could that little girl body have that much power in such a small frame? He hopped up to Ranma's shoulder and said, “I think we might have worn out our welcome son, bout time we both took our leave.”

 

“You have that right, creature,” said the ancient voice behind them.

 

Ranma turned with just enough time to block most of the attack. An old dried up monkey on a stick was attacking with such speed that the inexperienced half dragon could only hold a defense against it, and not much of one. Genma, seeing the force of the attack was one meant to kill the boy gone girl slide down Ranma's back and onto the log.

 

To say Cologne was pissed would be an understatement. You see, as an elder she had a choice about who she would have succeed her when she finally gave up the discipline of Ki. This one discipline of the Amazons is why all the elders of the tribe lived for hundreds of years. The earlier a girl learns this skill the more of her youth can be saved. Cologne was one of the not so lucky ones. She became an elder around the age of 59 so within 10 years her body had shrunk down to its current size. If she could get Shampoo enough training and presage in the tribe, then the other elders would accept her choice of Shampoo as her successor and she could finally give up on this unnatural life with no worries that she had ruined another woman's twilight years.

 

Yet, here was some strange monster girl with horns and a tail ruining all these plans. With a finally strike she unleashed the Ki build up from the attack in the form of a large ball of fire.

 

Ranma was trying, but despite her efforts the old ghoul was still getting some good hits in. Nothing fatal yet, but she would feel this in the morning. When the final punch came at her glowing she instinctively blocked it knowing full well that if the attack didn't outright kill her, then she might be crippled for life. As the world went red around her in flames and the poor gi she was wearing was torn and burn even more the only thing Ranma thought was “Hey, this fire is sort of warm. I should be crispy from it though-“ then the blow threw her into the post behind her, knocking her into a state of dazed semi consciousness.

 

As Cologne raised her staff to strike a final blow to the girls neck there was movement to her side that made her turn quickly to avoid the attack. Normally, she would have blocked such a simple move, but she wasn't expecting a target that was that small. Genma had slimed himself under the log and worked his way around the old woman. As she turned to attack him he leapt up with a lurch and suctioned on the old woman's face. Both he and Cologne dropped to the ground, with the elder landing head first on the hard packed earth, knocking her unconscious.

 

“Move your butt, boy! We need to leave, NOW!” cried the half slime.

 

Ranma removed herself from the indent she made against the pillar of wood and dropped down next to her dad. Quickly scooping the half slime up she tossed it on her shoulder and turned to run for the packs they had left next to the feast table. All around their things were amazons with not very happy looks on there faces.

 

“Pops, our stuff..?” asked Ranma.

 

“No worries, my boy, I have everything we really need on me.”

 

“I'm both curious and a bit frightened by that old man” Ranma replied as he turned to look for a way out of the crowd of angry looking women.

 

The one advantage Ranma had was that Amazons follow a very strict set of rules involving combat. Right now they knew that the half dragon girl had taken out the village champion and her pet seem to have defeated one of their highest elders. Law says that Shampoo must deliver the kiss of death to any outsider female, but did that law pass along to females that were not totally human? And what about the slime, did elder Cologne have to give a kiss of death to it as well to get back honor? At this thought a few Amazons turned a bit green thinking of the wrinkled elder kissing the slime.

 

Spotting an opening that looked like Ranma would only have to shove a few of the girls out of the way, the girl made a break for it. It would take her through the village square, but the idea was to get away from the danger, that being a large group of Amazons working out how to best resolve the problem by going over the two main choices: Kill or no Kill.

 

As she shoved a pink haired girl aside who tried to stop her there was an explosion from the building in front of her. The same building that Ranma had punched Shampoo into. The front double doors of the building blew off from a left handed punch from a very angry Amazon girl with purple hair.

 

Ranma stopped with a confused look on her face. She was sure that the blow to Shampoo would have put down most skilled fighters, hell it would have stopped a moose. Yet, here was the girl walking toward her with a slight limp and her right arm hanging loosely on her side. The pant suit she was wearing was nothing but rags and there was dust and blood spotting her body all over from her trip through a wall.

 

The Amazon girl walked right up to Ranma's face. Ranma, still a bit confused on if this girl was still trying to fight in her condition, was caught off guard as Shampoo's left hand reached up and cupped the half dragon's cheek. Then with a yank that seemed to carry the last of her strength in it, Shampoo dragged Ranma's face close for the kiss of death that would allow her to have her honor back. What the Amazon girl wasn't counting on was the lack of strength she was having. Instead of turning Ranma's head for the kiss to land on her cheek as tradition demands, she hit the last spot any Amazon wants to hit on an outsider woman's face, her lips.

 

Ranma's eyes went wide as the purple hair girl kissed her on the lips. Trying to fix the problem Shampoo tried to move her right hand up to the girls face to turn it away but because of her shoulder injury only got it around Ranma's lower back. Grabbing roughly, Shampoo tried to get her hand to rise up at least a little. <”For such a strong girl she certainly had a soft- uh oh.”> thought Shampoo.

 

Ranma was still in shock when she felt the girls other arm circle behind her with some difficulty, only to grab hold of one butt cheek and squeezed sort of roughly. “She is feeling me up?!?” thought Ranma. Finally she got her mouth working enough to try saying something, so opening her mouth, Ranma tried to say “Hey!”

 

About the same time, Shampoo tried to say something as well, but only succeed in opening her mouth also. When their tongues touched both Ranma and Shampoo realized what was going on. With a push Ranma had shoved Shampoo away from her and onto the ground.

 

“What do you think your doing, you crazy, pervert chick?!?” Ranma yelled.

 

Gasping for air, Shampoo tried to reply. <”I, you, are…”> was all she got out before falling over in unconsciousness, the last of her adrenaline fading away. Ranma could only look down on the girl with a million questions that could never get now that the girl was off in dream land.

 

Cologne awoke to one of the most horrible sights her old eyes could behold. Her great granddaughter was kissing the half dragon girl on the lips. This in itself could be explained away easily, that was until Shampoo grabbed the ass of the other girl and started to French kiss her. That sort of destroyed any chances of Shampoo explaining away the kiss as an accident. Cold rage started to build as she saw Shampoo fall to the ground.

 

<”What are you all doing?!?”> Cologne screamed at the Amazons standing around with their jaws dropped from seeing the former Tournament Champion making out with the monster girl. <”That creature is destroying our village, attacked an elder and trying to get away and all you can do is stand there and stare?!? Get her!!”>

 

“Crap, the mummy lady is up!” cried Ranma.

 

Looking quickly behind, Ranma got the sight of around two hundred women warriors draw swords, staffs, spears, and other weapons meant to stop enemies of the Amazons from harming the village safety, oh, and to stop the enemies from breathing as well. Desperate now, Ranma jumped in the air to avoid the barrage of knifes clubs, rocks and sinks that were being thrown in her direction. With a tug on her shoulder muscles, small dragon wings popped out of her back. With a few flaps, Ranma was high above the range of the throwing weapons.

 

“Wow, that was close” Ranma said, looking down at the group of enraged women below. “Hey, I'm flying! I didn't know that I could fly! Maybe this curse isn't so bad, what do you think old man?” She looked on her shoulder at Genma and raised an eyebrow at the half slime. Genma's eyes were wider then normal and the slime was shaking like Jell-O. “Um, you ok pops?”

 

“I h-h-hate fly-i-ng.” chattered Genma. Genma glanced down; “Shit, watch out boy!” shouted the half slime. The Amazons had gotten together some bows and arrows and were readying to fire.

 

Ranma glanced down just as the first barrage came. With a twist and a flap she flew toward the forest with arrows peppering everything around her. As the forest edge came closer she commented, “You might want to duck down a bit more pop, I an't ever flied before.” There was a loud crash, as the bamboo broke unforgiving on the half dragon.

 

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When the guide saw this entire he tried a few times to tell the Amazons of the true nature of their guests but stopped when he saw the blood lust bloom in Cologne's eyes. Backing up away from the crowd he decided that the sirs were martial artists, they could handle an enraged war party of Amazons. Maybe it would be best to avoid showing he had some type of connection with the pair.

 

He further strengthened his resolve as the village counsel hall collapsed and caught fire.

 

<“Well, there go a few priceless relics of Amazon history. And if memory serves right, that was also the place where the remains of every Amazon elder were kept. Yup, pretty sacred place that use to be,”> thought the guide to him self. <“I think I might just go visit Hong Kong for a little while. It's nice and far away, plus, I could use a vacation.”>

 

With that the guide discovered one of the Soatome secret techniques, “Run Away”.

 

As the guide got started on putting a few miles on his shoes a pair of eyes watched him go. Those very eyes belonged to the elder Lotion. She was still holding on to a bit of her mass after learning how to master her Ki flows so she only looked to be around 80 years or so old. In reality she was around150 years old. Still that made her the youngest elder on the counsel.

 

She had the rare chance to witness everything that happened. From when the guide showed up with the destructive pair of monsters to when the pair had started off to the east, most likely to the ocean. A good choice that was for them as Amazons may be stubborn but a large body of water and the modern world tends to scare all but the hardiest of their kind.

 

As elder Cologne rallied a war party and set off with most of the village warriors, Lotion walked slowly over to Shampoo. Rinse, which had stood back from all of this action, came jogging up next to Lotion.

 

<”What now elder?”> asked Rinse.

 

As Lotion brushed some hair away from Shampoo's face she looked up at Rinse. <”Well, we first treat Shampoo here for her injuries. Be a good girl and give me a hand carrying her to my hut.”>

 

<”Why did you not join the rest of the tribe in the hunt, elder? Isn't required by law that all elders lead a war party of that size?”> asked Rinse again as she grabbed Shampoo by the feet.

 

Lotion laughed, <”Child, you bring me joy to hear you ask questions like that!”>

 

<”Why?”> Rinse asked again in a confused voice.

 

<”Because, child, you have shown me that fighting with fists and feet is not the only way to reach enlightenment. Your very nature is that of seeking although you seek knowledge, not strength of arms. I was glad the counsel let me talk them into sending you to school in England. The teachings you learned will one day help drag this tribe out of the stagnation of its current way of life.”>

 

<”I am grateful of your praise elder, but I fear that might never pass. All those years in study did not a warrior make me. Already I have had six challenges for my hand when I come of age. Shampoo here was the only one that was keeping the rest of the boy's at bay from gaining an easy Amazon wife.”> replied Rinse with a downtrodden face.

 

The two women entered the hut with Shampoo and lowered her to a mat on the floor. As Rinse removed what little clothing left on the purple hair girl's body, Lotion poured some water out of a steaming kettle from the stove into a bowl with a rag. Sitting the bowl down she started to wash the wounds all over the girl's body.

 

<”Yes, that does present a problem. Having one of the weaker bully boys get you for a wife would not only be a cruel fate, but would destroy any chance of change around here. But, thanks to Shampoo, you do have another choice.”> Lotion commented as she washed Shampoo.

 

<”What would that be elder?”> asked Rinse as she picked up the bowl of bloody water to change. <”Shampoo is nice, but after this she can no longer protect anyone. You saw what she did to the strange girl. Even if that was an accident, her fate is sealed.”>

 

<”Yes, and I feel that is the reason why Cologne is so set on getting that girl. If she is dead then Shampoo will have no obligation left. But that will not remove the stain on her honor. Only the Kiss of Death had a chance of that.”>

 

Lotion sighed as she grabbed some dried herbs, some churned butter, and a bit of what smelled like hard grain alcohol. Mixing these ingredients together she said, <”But there is a way for you to be protected from the outsider laws on men and women. You could claim Shampoo as your chosen.”>

 

<”WHAT?”> cried Rinse, <That would put me in the same boat as she is in right now! A slave to that.. that thing!”>

 

<”Yes, but you would still remain an Amazon. Shampoo's shame would not carry over to you. Plus, because of Shampoo's fallen status no man may challenge her for your hand because she is not truly an Amazon anymore. The sad thing is that Cologne's dream will die so that ours can live.”> remarked Lotion as she applied the foul smelling mixture to Shampoo's wounds.

 

<”Your words do hold truth, elder, but before I go this route I want Shampoo's agreement. She hasn't had any choices made by herself all today. She should have this one.”>

 

<”Too true, child, too true.”> remarked Lotion as she wrapped bandages on Shampoo.

 

Lighting some incense, Lotion turned back from the naked, bandaged Shampoo and walked toward the fire. She through in some more wood and shut the windows. Getting a few lava rocks from under the fire place she put them in a bowl in the middle of the room.

 

<”We will need to sweat out some of the infection and to get the herbal solution to work fully on her. I would suggest you strip down as well child.”> and with that the elder unwrapped her robe to sit next to the lava rocks. With a ladle near by she poured water over the rocks to build up the steam in the room.

 

Rinse stripped down and sat next to Shampoo, waiting for the poor girl to wake up. In a way she hoped that Shampoo would sleep longer. Perhaps her dreams were better then the reality that just became her life.

 

After an hour Shampoo slowly woke up. Her body was aching all over. As her mind slowly dragged up the last day she finally opened her eyes.

 

<”I hope that was all just a bad dream and I just hurt from one of grandmother's more intensive training sessions.”> thought Shampoo.

 

Looking around her she saw Rinse and elder Lotion sitting naked looking down at her. As she opened her mouth, Lotion motioned her to stay quiet.

 

<”Yes, dear girl, you did fight a strange monster girl and lost. Also, you gave that same girl the Kiss of Submission. This is something that hasn't been done in over two centuries. I would try to help you, but after that many witnesses, there is not much chance of that.”> remarked Lotion.

 

Shampoo placed her hand over her eyes. <”I was hoping that it was all just some bad dream.”>

 

You see, the two most known laws in dealing with outsiders was the Kiss of Marriage, where if an Amazon is defeated by an outsider male she marries him, by any means necessary. This keeps strength in the tribe and prevents other rivals from grabbing a great warrior. The second is the Kiss of Death, where if an Amazon is defeated by an outsider female she is allowed to kill the outsider by any means necessary. This is to prevent more powerful Amazon tribes of forming that might later threaten the whole. The little known third law is called the Kiss of Submission. Not used often because instead of removing the threat of a strong outsider it removes the weak out of the tribe. This kiss is given to a stronger outsider woman allowing that woman full control of the former Amazon warrior. This lasts until the outsider dies, but this death can not be brought about by the servant Amazon. In fact, she must protect the outsider with all of her power. Basically, Shampoo sold her life away for a stupid kiss.

 

<”Damn it, it wasn't that submissive of a kiss too.”> Shampoo thought to herself.

 

<”Well, what do you plan on doing, child?”> asked Lotion.

 

With some tears forming in her eyes Shampoo lowered her head. <”I must find that monster girl and tell her of my pledge to serve under her. But first I think I need some rest and time alone. Forgive me elder.”>

 

<”Nothing to forgive, child. You have had a rough day.”> Donning her robe again Lotion motioned Rinse to do the same and follow her out of the tent. As the flap closed behind the pair, Shampoo started to shed silent tears for everything she would have to leave behind.

 

<”Come with me Rinse, we have a few things to prepare.”>

 

<”What would that be? I can have my things I need packed in less than a day and Shampoo is twice as fast.”> replied Rinse.

 

<”Yes, yes, but you also need to know the type of person your dealing with.”> Pointing out the two backpacks next to the abandoned feast Rinse said, <Like, why does one girl need two packs. The guide who brought them here had one of his own.”>

 

<”I did find that a bit strange.”> Walking over to the packs, Rinse opened one. She pulled out some clothes and then frowned.

 

<”Elder, these are clothes for a boy. A boy much bigger then that girl it seems. Do you think the girl ate a traveler for their clothing?”> asked Rinse.

 

<”Not likely, she didn't have the fangs for it and she showed too much restraint in the fight with Shampoo for me to think that girl a killing savage. That would leave the next assumption, that the clothes in the pack are the girls and not someone else's. This still leaves the problem of this other pack though.”> Lotion replied as she pulled out of the other pack a much larger gi shirt that was stained from top to bottom.

 

Rinse wrinkled her nose. <”Well, that is definitely not a boy's shirt. That is a full sized man there. A stinky man I might add. Maybe we should burn that before it poisons the air around the village?”>

 

<”This was the cleanest thing in that pack too. I'm not touching those boxers.”> grimaced Lotion. With a quick motion, she dumped out everything in the smelly pack on the ground. Reaching onto the table, she grabbed a large carving knife and started to pick through the items on the ground. After a few moments there was a large pile of laundry that hadn't been washed in what seems like a few weeks. In another pile there were crumpled pieces of paper and some random money that had worked its way to the bottom of the pack.

 

<”Simple looking way of packing, just throw everything in and eventually it will all pack down.”> Lotion mumbled sarcastically.

 

Rinse picked up one of the crumbled papers and pushed it flat. “I, Genma Saotome, pledge my son Ranma to the first daughter of the Daijkoku family in marriage for the following dowry:

One bowl of rice.

Two pickled radishes.

One grilled fish.

When the pair is of age, Ranma will inherit the Daijkoku School of Martial Arts and run this with his wife at his side.”

 

Frowning as she continued to read she said, <”Looks like this man's son has about 15 engagements. Hell, here is one engaging his son as a girl to another boy. Must have been before the boy was born or he just convinced the sucker that the baby was a girl.”> Suddenly giggling, Rinse remarked, <”If my additions are right, Ranma Saotome is worth about 2 dozen fish, a small barrel of pickles, one okonomiyaki cart, about 2 barrels of rice, 8 kegs of sake, one party keg of domestic beer, and a half filled bottle of something called “Mad Dog 20/20”.”>

 

<”Surprising how low humanity can drop, is it not Rinse. But this doesn't help us find out where they are headed.”> pointed out Lotion.

 

<”Then what about this?”> Rinse said as she held up a postcard.

 

“Soun, bringing Ranma. See you soon. Genma.” Rinse read aloud.

 

<”Let me guess, it has an address?”>

 

<”Yup, it's the>Tendo Dojo, Nermira, Tokyo Japan. <Shouldn't be too hard to find that place. The hardest thing was reading his awful handwriting.”> smiled Rinse.

 

<”Well, if you're lucky, one of those three people will know where to find your monster girl.”>

 

<”I hope you're right, elder.”>

 

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A few days later Ling-Ling and Lung-Lung returned. Having found a husband, both Amazon girls had to leave the war party to take the new slave boy back to the village to learn his duties. Chin just trudged along with his hands tied behind his back and a rope around his neck. Currently Lung-Lung was leading him along.

 

The reason for his state of bondage can be easily explained. You see, when Chin found out that he would be the proud husband of not just one Amazon wife, but two, he did the most rational thing he or any man in his position would do. Pulled his arms out of the girls grasp as if the limbs were in molten metal and started to run as fast as his legs could carry him. Donkey? Cart? FUCK THEM! Get the hell away from the crazy women; find a hole to hide in until he could get the hell out of China to someplace safe, maybe Antarctica or Greenland.

 

Only one problem with this plan was Ling-Ling. After some research on outsider husband behavior she had taken to carrying a lasso with her. Poor Chin didn't make it 10 feet before he was dropped, hogtied, and hung on Lung-Lung's staff like the girls' latest hunting kill. For more then a day he was towed around like that with Ling-Ling telling him how he should cook her duck eggs in the morning and Lung-Lung saying how she was extra sensitive on the lobes of her ears so he should pay more attention to that area when they “Play”.

 

“Play” was something he was coming to dread at night. Both girls would strip Chin down to his underwear, strip down themselves as well, and toss him into a bedroll. Then both would climb in next to him and just sort of lay there. After a few moments of whispering to each other they would take turns kissing him until he blushed himself unconscious. He dreaded the morning after when the girls talked about his performance over breakfast. So far all he has learned from the “Play” was that he was just above average size, not a bad kisser but needed to work on using his hands more. His reply to this was that he can't really use his hands if they are tied behind his back.

 

Seeing the village didn't give the boy much hope. So far he figured that his parents had already counted him dead and were working on a replacement. Man, it sucked being the youngest in the family.

 

The village looked somewhat like a war zone. One of the larger buildings in the village square seemed to have burned down and there were weapons and arrows spread everywhere. Three women were walking around, grabbing arrows and weapons to be placed in a pile near what looked to be a small store house.

 

When a purple haired girl saw the two younger girls and Chin she jumped up from sorting the weapons and ran toward them.

 

<”Ling-Ling! Lung-Lung! Why are you two back so soon?”> cried Shampoo.

 

<”We find husband that defeat both of us. Had to come back to have him help out cleaning up after monster girl. The hunt was doing well when we left though. That creature should be caught soon.”> Ling-Ling said.

 

<”Why are you not joining in the hunt sister Shampoo?”> asked Lung-Lung.

 

<”I gave the outsider the Kiss of Submission. If I join in hunt now then my job would be to protect the outsider. I leave in two days to start looking for her.”>

 

<”You mean that kiss wasn't some sick joke? You can't be serious sister.”> replied Ling-Ling.

 

<”I am. But I won't be alone. Rinse asked for me to be her chosen. She will leave with me tomorrow as well.”> Shampoo looked kindly over at Rinse who was busy bundling up groups of arrows. <”Her knowledge of the outside world will help me greatly I think.”>

 

<”Will you ever be back, Sister?”> asked Lung-Lung.

 

<”No idea. But anyway, let's see this new husband you both have now.”>

 

Chin frowned the entire conversation. He was not looking forward to helping cleanup this mess. He was also sort of angry about how he was being treated like a side of beef. Amazons or no, he did not have to put up with this. As Shampoo walked toward him, he felt it was time to voice some complains.

 

<”Hey, don't I have some say in how I'm treated? So far for the last two an a half days I have been tied, kissed, fondled, and told how I'm to act! I am not an animal or some new puppy to play with! Untie me and let me go home to my family!”> he screamed.

 

Shampoo ignored his outburst and turned to the two girls. <”Nice to get one with this much spirit, but is that all he has?”>

 

<”If you would like, you can give him a full check and test run Sister. You are someone me and Lung-Lung trust. Give us a truthful opinion of him.”> replied Ling-Ling.

 

With that Shampoo turned back to the glaring boy. He would have kept up the tough guy act, but that was hard to maintain when Shampoo grabbed his pants and dropped them. With a strangled `eep' Chin tried to turn away but was stopped when a hand that moved like lightning grabbed hold of the family jewels. All he could do was stand there, frozen in fear as Shampoo started to rub them around in her left hand. Then the other hand grabbed him under the chin and forced his mouth open. She peered inside and turned his head slowly left then right, eyeing him critically.

 

<”It looks like he has all of his teeth, a good sign for his age. Also his breath doesn't smell. No Amazon likes a husband with foul breath when they kiss him.”> Feeling something grow down in her other hand she smiled. <”Seems that the boy isn't gay either. Pretty strong size for his age, he might even hold up for both of you at night so you won't have to work out a sharing system. Plus, there seems to be no signs of future cancer down there.”>

 

Letting go of poor gapping Chin she pulled his pants back up. <”He also has a cute blush. You girls got a good one here. Let's hope he lasts longer then the last husband who had more then one Amazon wife. He is said to still be screaming in the mountains somewhere around here. Lufa and Sopa are still hoping that he gains some sanity back soon, apparently he was very good with his tongue.”>

 

<”Tell us when you plan on leaving Sister. We would like to see you off. Right now we are hungry and we need to show husband where his new house is. Talk to you later.”> yelled Lung-Lung who grabbed Chin's rope and dragged him toward the twins hut.

 

<”Remember, you two are still a bit too young for that. Just heavy petting, you got it?”> yelled Shampoo.

 

<”Yes mom.”> the two girls piped sarcastically in stereo as the shut the hut door after dragging a white faced Chin inside.

 

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The next day was almost too hard for Shampoo to take. She was hoping that her grandmother would show up to see her off or to tell her that the outsider was dead but that was no luck. She and Rinse tossed on some backpacks, gave Lotion, Ling-Ling, Lung-Lung and tied up Chin a hug. Stepping back Lotion handed Rinse a scroll.

 

<”In this scroll is some of our best kept secret techniques. Have Shampoo study them. They will improve her skill greatly.”> Turning toward Shampoo she handed a finely crafted double bladed war sword. <”One of the first emperors of China had this sword made for him. Too bad the blacksmith failed in hiring reliable guards to protect his shop from theft. There are not many other fine swords like this. Please use it to protect your new master and to protect Rinse. You are a strong warrior, Shampoo. You will get through this.”>

 

Ling-Ling and Lung-Lung both handed a basket to the pair. <”We made lunch and dinner for both of you. Sorry it couldn't be more. Please come back one day safely to us.”>

 

Chin gave a hard stare at Shampoo. <”I don't know you and could care less if you leave. But still, good luck to you. I made the rice gruel in your lunches so live with that gift.”>

 

As Shampoo reached the edge of the village she turned back to look one last time. Its funny how no matter how many times you leave home, the final one is always the one that hurts the most.

 

Rinse patted the older girl on the arm in support and they both headed down the road.

 

 

Author Notes:

 

Chapter 2 is finally done and I'm currently working on chapter 3. Most of this story is on the fly so don't expect too much out of me or any type of cool finish. Hell, I might just end up writing myself into a wall here.

 

I have some thanks going to my fiancé here. She helps a lot on my grammar and spelling mistakes plus tells me how well the story is going. I also have to thank her for the use of her laptop. I own my own computer and laptop, but hers is most helpful to write on.