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Reformed

Xian Pu paused, listening. Hearing nothing but the rain, she padded softly across the wet street, stealing away through the night in her cursed form. Aware of how vulnerable she was until she came across some hot water, Xian Pu was being almost unbearably careful. The streets of this tiny village were usually littered with stray dogs.

Eventually she made her way into the safety of the surrounding forest and broke into a full run. Still fast, even as a tiny purple cat, she tore through the darkness, feline eyes making out her surroundings in a way her human eyes could not. It would have been worth it, being cursed, if not for the smell of wet cat fur that always seemed to permeate her for a while after changing back.

The rain let up as she reached Nyucheizu, and she let out a small feline sigh of relief at the sight of her darkened village. Good, no would be up to see her in this embarrassing state.

Except for the night guards. Growling, Xian Pu leapt across and up several rocks, coming to rest a few feet above the gate. Hei Qi Ma and Qou Chui were on guard-duty tonight. Hen Qi Ma was missing her left eye, but had the ears of a bat, and Qou Chui was always the first to spot tourists and midnight thieves. Xian Pu's tiny bells were a distinctive sound, and her purple fur wasn't exactly common in cats.

Switching from foot to tiny foot in frustration, Xian Pu huffed and paced around in circles, eyeing the long jump from her rock and over the gate. There was nothing for it. She'd never just waltz past them without them seeing her and laughing at her. Gritting her teeth and steeling herself, Xian Pu sank to her haunches, feeling her tiny muscles bunching automatically in preparation for the jump that would carry her over the spiked wooden posts. Once again, she thought briefly of how amazing her cursed body really was.

If only it was about ten times bigger and covered in black stripes.

Xian Pu's leap easily took her over the pointed, three-meter-tall wooden posts, but only by a small margin. She felt her back feet hit wood as she sailed past; normally, that wouldn't have even phased her jump, but in this body she was smaller and easier to toss around. The contact broke her momentum, and she started for the ground at a bad angle.

Unfortunately, the body didn't come with catlike reflexes, just Xian Pu's.

But Xian Pu was a warrior, and she'd dealt with this tiny body since she was sixteen. Twisting expertly, she got herself into position to take the majority of the fall on her front paws. Halfway down, though, she was intercepted by a pair of strong arms from the darkness. “Mrrroooowww!!!” Xian Pu yowled instinctively in what was supposed to be an intimidating kiai. It, of course, came out as a pathetic warble.

She watched in horror as Hei Qi Ma and Qou Chui's heads swiveled to look at her, but she was tucked inside a cloak against a strong body that smelled like earth and something musky. Immediately she began trying to claw her way free, meeting hard armor where there should have been cloth and flesh. Then her captor gripped her by the scruff, and the cat body went obediently limp - great, no catlike reflexes, but definitely catlike nerve responses. Cursing mentally, Xian Pu tried to yowl, but a thickly-gloved hand clamped over her tiny furry face. “I think I saw a stray animal.” Came a deep baritone in her native Mandarin, accented strangely.

Something about the voice was familiar, but Xian Pu couldn't place it. “Oh, well… be careful out this late, honored guest,” Hei Qi Ma said suspiciously, “there are dangerous creatures about.”

“I will do that.” replied her captor.

Xian Pu wasn't about to be kidnapped for the sake of her pride. Opening her mouth, she bit down on the hand holding her face, but there was no reaction. “Good night, ladies.” Bewildered by the lack of pain response from her captor, Xian Pu tried gnawing on the hand, but only got a small shake for her efforts that was enough to rattle her brain in her skull. “You want them to see you? Just sit still.” Her kidnapper growled. Xian Pu relaxed slightly.

Even if this mystery man was kidnapping her, she could just bide her time until she could bite something more… sensitive.

They were moving, she noted. He shifted her so that she was cradled with surprising gentleness against his chest, and, curiosity overcoming her survival instincts, she leaned against the rock-hard surface behind her, noting the distinct feeling of dragonscale armor under her fur - she hadn't noticed the make of the chest plate before.

Dragonscale… why was that familiar?

“Okay, kitty,” they stepped into a hut - Xian Pu could tell from the change in temperature, despite the darkness and warmth of the cloak she was hidden under, “time to get cleaned up.”

“Murr…” Xian Pu mumbled skeptically. The mystery man lit some candles, and orange light flooded mistily through the well-worn cloak. Xian Pu squinted in the sudden light as she was placed on the waxed tatami floor of the guest hut. She turned swiftly to make a break for it, but not before catching a look at her “rescuer.”

He removed his cloak efficiently, pulling at a clasp at his shoulder, allowing the entire muslin garment to swish to the floor. Xian Pu opened her mouth to gasp in surprise, but only a quiet “Mew!” came out.

Pantyhose Tarou emerged from the cloak, staring with his calculating green eyes, bordered by thick almost feminine lashes. In the few years since she'd last seen him, he had changed little other than an increase in height - though that could have been simply because she was so small at the time - and an increase in musculature. All expected when a boy grows into a man. She noted with interest the distinct lack of feminine undergarments gracing his waist.

He walked over to a camping stove, on which sat a steaming kettle. Xian Pu watched as he leaned down and picked up the kettle. Carefully, he tested the heat of the water by pouring a few small droplets onto the back of his hand. Smiling with satisfaction, he turned and upended the water over his “guest.”

The change twitched through her. Immediately, her center of gravity changed, and her point of view was reoriented almost a meter higher. For a moment she sat there, dripping and naked, and then she “eeped” in, what was for her, uncustomary bashfulness and grabbed Pantyhose Tarou's cloak to wrap herself in. “You could have gotten me some clothes.” She grumbled, standing to face him. She was slightly aggrieved to see that he was smirking, which meant he'd probably planned the lack of clothes part.

“Sorry, I didn't plan that far ahead,” he lied smoothly, “after I saw you leave the village this evening, with rain on the wind, I just knew you'd need help.”

Xian Pu sniffed disdainfully and clasped his cloak on her shoulder to free her hands. She wrung the water out of her wet hair as she stared at him with eyes narrowed in distrust. “What are you doing here, Pantyhose Tarou?”

He didn't stiffen, didn't miss a beat at the moniker, which surprised her. “Ah, it's just Tarou now,” at her raised eyebrow, he explained, “Happousai took off the `Pantyhose' part after Ranma and Akane got married - he was very drunk, and they were very persuasive.”

At the mention of her former fiancée and his bride, Xian Pu examined herself for any signs of distress. It had been two years since she'd even heard those names. She felt nothing, no sorrow, no rage, only a vague sense of nostalgia. However, her body and mind remained in that carefully balanced state between fight or flight that Xian Pu was very good at adopting when faced with a potential opponent. Panty— no, no, just Tarou now.

“Just Tarou” was definitely a potential opponent.

“Why did you come here? I didn't know you were in Nyucheizu.” Xian Pu inquired, moving to sit on a cushion by the hut's low table. There was also a large futon and a bathing chamber, as well as a few more modern conveniences, among them a fridge run on solar panels and a similarly powered television, which was currently turned away from them. Xian Pu wasn't quite sure what to make of her village's modernization, but she had to admit it was convenient.

“I came here,” Tarou was saying, sitting down next to her, “because about six years ago a young woman was defeated by me in battle, and according to Amazon law, I must marry her.” He said very seriously, his expression equally grave.

Xian Pu barked out a laugh. “Wonderful, and who's the lucky lady?” Tarou stared at her for a while. As the moment stretched into a minute, Xian Pu began to frown. “Well, who?” she asked impatiently. She didn't have time for his games, regardless of whether or not he'd assisted her in avoiding embarrassment.

Tarou blew air slowly out through his nostrils. “You, Xian Pu.” He pronounced her name delicately, like it was a brittle thing. Xian Pu felt like someone had dropped Mt. Phoenix on her.

“What?” she whispered, afraid that if she spoke louder it would become true.

Green eyes narrowed, Tarou looked somewhere past her. “When I first fought you all, you lost,” he said quietly, his expression guarded, “but I didn't know what that would mean, didn't think about it. Qu Lon did.”

“Great-grandmother?” Xian Pu's voice shook. Tarou looked at her again, his face softening. “She cannot… she doesn't— why would she allow this?” Xian Pu asked, her voice taking on a higher pitch. She felt like she was going to be sick! Marry… Pantyhose? Mr. Pantyhose Guy!? She'd only just gotten rid of Mu Tsu a year ago!

Shaking with mild hysteria, Xian Pu listened to Tarou's next words with increasing dread.

“Your great-grandmother is the one who contacted me. She wants this union,” Tarou paused, and Xian Pu watched him lick his lips pensively, “and I cannot say that I don't feel the same way.”

Xian Pu felt like she was being tricked, as thought the village women were all in on some prank to get her to think that she had to marry this freakish, weakling outsider. “Why would great-grandmother want this?” she hissed angrily, glaring at him.

Tarou shrugged - actually shrugged, when discussing the future of her love life. “I don't know,” he spread his hands and stared down at them, clenching and unclenching his fingers, “I'm not worthy.”

This made even less sense than it had at the beginning. Tarou… humble!? “I don't believe you,” Xian Pu said venomously, drawing back from him in disgust, “you're not like this. I've seen how you are!”

Tarou looked at her and laughed, an open, happy sound, as though he was genuinely in good-humor, not delighting in someone else's suffering. It was a bizarre enough sight that it gave Xian Pu pause. “You don't know the half of it.” His expression shifted to something unreadable, and then he leaned forward and gently kissed her.

For a moment, Xian Pu was too shocked to do anything. Waving her arms around nervously as his soft lips pressed against hers, she quickly came back to earth and punched him in the jaw. “Pervert!” she shrieked, leaping up to race out of the hut.

“Wait! I shouldn't have done that!” a strong hand caught her wrist and Xian Pu slipped on the tatami, moistened from the water he'd poured on her. She fell over in a very un-warrior-like fashion, Tarou's cloak covering her face. Xian Pu could, much to her horror, feel a cool breeze on the lower half of her body. “Whoops…” Tarou made a hissing sound through his teeth and dragged the cloak back over her legs, looking down at her face, “sorry?” He said it like a question, as though wondering if it was the right thing to say.

Xian Pu just glared at him from her ungainly position on the floor. “This is insane,” she sat up in a huff, “I don't want anything to do with you.” she looked away from him, bottom sore from hitting the tatami. She felt so sure that leaving was the best thing for her to do, but at the same time Tarou seemed so sincere…

“Xian Pu… please, look at me,” grudgingly, she peered at him out of the corner of her eye; there was no way she was going to marry him, but he seemed desperate, - she wasn't completely heartless - and she was too embarrassed to get up yet. He sighed and reached out, touching her cheek and tilting her face to meet his. The expression on Tarou's face was so sad, Xian Pu at once felt uncomfortable with the open display of emotion from him.

“I feel like we're alike, in a lot of ways,” he said softly, reached out and gingerly taking her hand, stroking his callused thumb over the knuckles; Xian Pu was going to pull away, but the contact was nice after so long of feeling alone, “we're… reformed sinners.” He chuckled again, and Xian Pu laughed a little as well.

They smiled at one another, and then Xian Pu's face fell into a small frown. “I don't want to get married right now,” Xian Pu said, deciding to just be honest with him, “and this isn't a union I would have chosen.”

“I understand,” Tarou said, nodding and surprising her with his maturity, “I know you think this is strange, but…” he flushed, “for some reason, I don't mind the idea of marrying you as much as I thought I would. I've… never met anyone who was so much like me before, who made me want to be better.”

Xian Pu scoffed. “Why, because I was cruel once?”

Surprising her yet again, he nodded. “Yes, you were going to kill the Tendou girl, I knew it,” she gasped a little at that, “but you're different now.”

Looking down at their joined hands, Xian Pu moistened her lips. “Yes, I am,” she said quietly, “very different.”

“I won't ask you to marry me,” he tilted her head up to face him again, “I won't force you to. I just want you to give… whatever this is a chance.”

“Whatever what is?” she asked, feeling her face heat. The day had been strange enough already - maybe that was why it was so easy for this to seem… normal. Tarou leaned forward, his lips a few inches from her own.

“This.” He kissed her again, firmer this time. Xian Pu didn't pull away; she felt his body tense, and the tension in his hand on hers increase, but when she didn't move to stop him, and instead kissed him back, he relaxed. Tarou's other hand came up to clasp her cheek and she sighed through her nostrils.

They pulled away after a moment, and Xian Pu stared into his green eyes for a moment. He wasn't Ranma, but then again, she didn't love Ranma anymore. Why would she want him to be someone she barely even thought about? Then again, she hadn't thought about Tarou, either. But now that she was looking at him, his dragonscale armor glinting in the candlelight, his face full of sincerity and even a little hope…

They were alike. Very much so, she saw that. “Reformed sinners” he had said. Two people who felt as though every day they were atoning for something.

Xian Pu kissed him again, more urgently. Her hands ran up and down the front of his breastplate, and he groaned quietly when she opened her mouth and slipped her tongue into his. Clutching her against his chest, he fisted his hands into her hair and kissed her deeply. He was an excellent kisser, and absently she wondered how many women he'd been with. Dismissing it as irrelevant since she'd been with her fair share of men, Xian Pu began undoing the clasps holding his armor on.

Not one to let her do all the work, Tarou assisted her with shaking hands. Sucking on her lower lip, making her shiver, he shucked off the armor and worked at his wrist guards. Xian Pu pulled away from him, and they laughed breathlessly as they tried to divest him of the rest of his clothes. “Sorry,” he said, flushing and smiling, “my gear is complicated to get in and out of.”

“At least I know you didn't plan this part.” She said, giggling.

Tarou looked genuinely confused. “`This part?'”

Xian Pu snorted and sat back to look at him for a moment, one eyebrow raised. “You expect me to believe you didn't plan that I would have no clothes when you `rescued' me?”

“Oh! Yes…? I didn't plan that…” he trailed off, scratching the back of his head and frowning, “we're both slow at trusting others.”

Biting her lower lip, Xian Pu looked down at her hands still clutching one of his bracers. “Yes, I suppose we are.”

“Do you still want to do this?” he asked, his voice very neutral. Xian Pu looked up at him, and then nodded, slowly.

Growling eagerly, he leaned forward and pushed her down onto the tatami, grinning toothily into her face. Shocked at the sudden change in his demeanor, Xian Pu just stared slack-jawed at him. “Positive, girly?”

Glaring at him, Xian Pu demonstrated why she was the best warrior in her village and sat up convulsively, despite his hands on her shoulders. She meant to toss his question back in his face, but then she got a whiff of his sweat, and the earthy odor from when she was tucked against his chest, and her irritated put-down died on her lips. Kissing him hungrily, she wrapped her arms around his neck and rolled them both over, sitting on his hips. When she pulled away, Tarou's face was flushed. “Sorry,” he blurted out again, “I just wanted to make sure you were… sure.” He said lamely.

Smiling seductively, Xian Pu reached up and undid the clasp on the cloak, letting it pool around her hips. Though he'd seen her naked only minutes ago, Tarou still let out a small gasp at the sight of her. Xian Pu was aware of how beautiful she was, and knew that the candlelight was only high lighting the best assets of her “personality.”

Wriggling her hips a little and making the man under her groan, Xian Pu stood and finished stripping him, much to his obvious discomfort. Taking a moment, she gazed appreciatively at his body - she loved strong men - and at the prominent erection jutting out from his crotch. Licking her lips predatorily at the sight of it, she spread out the cloak on the floor next to him and lay down on it expectantly. Tarou sat up and looked at her, cautiously running a hand over her stomach, as though testing her reaction.

Xian Pu arched her back as his hand reached her breast, sucking on her lower lip excitedly. Tarou stared at her for a moment and then leaned down, kissing her again. His muscled torso covered hers, and she squirmed against him, gasping, pulling away from his mouth. “Please me,” she demanded softly, “a man must prove himself.”

Tarou kissed down her throat, nipping at the flesh. “Of course,” he said hoarsely, “I might be a bit rusty.” His humility made her giggle, and she felt him stiffen.

“Do not worry, potential-future-husband,” she laughed out, “you only need to please me, not blow me away.” He grinned at her unintentional innuendo and kissed across her shoulder, then down to her breasts. Xian Pu dug her fingers into his hair and sighed as he sucked on her dainty nipples, laving them with his tongue in turns. Nuzzling her stomach and ribs, nipping the flesh just below her belly button, Tarou traced a path of fire down her body.

“Ah… yes…!” Xian Pu gasped out, clenching her fists in his thick hair and pressing her hips into his face as his mouth found her center. Tarou licked her slowly at first, then dipped his tongue inside her and twisted it. Xian Pu cried out and shuddered in pleasure. When he began to suckle on her clitoris, she felt the pleasure tightening inside her, wrapping around where his mouth and tongue and teeth were caressing and spreading out. “Don't stop…” she murmured, bracing her heels against the cloak.

Tarou hummed against her flesh and increased the pressure on her organ. Crying out, Xian Pu came hard and sudden, her hips jerking against his mouth, legs quivering next to his head. He continued to embrace her body with his mouth, sliding his fingers in and out of her opening as her body rocked with her orgasm.

Finally, she lowered back down to the floor, panting, sweating clinging to her upper lip. Tarou pulled away from her and she watched with an erotic shiver as he cleaned himself with his fingers and tongue, watching her with eyes gone dark from arousal.

“You taste…” he trailed off, eyes closed as he licked his lips, “good.” Xian Pu giggled breathlessly and reached up to bring his face to hers, kissing him, tasting herself on him.

“You have proven your worth as a lover,” she said, reciting the words her great-grandmother had taught her one awkward afternoon, “you may have my body for tonight.”

Tarou raised an eyebrow - not the customary response, “I want this to be… for both of us.”

Xian Pu blushed. “It's just a tribal thing…” she murmured, embarrassed at having said it without even thinking about how he, an outsider, might react.

Smiling, he kissed her again. “I understand,” he whispered against her lips, “all about annoying traditions.” Xian Pu gasped when he probed her with his fingers again, and then positioned himself between her knees.

“No,” she said, halting him dead in his tracks; she grinned at him and grabbed his shoulders, rolling him under her. Staring eagerly at his twitching arousal, Xian Pu lowered herself onto him with one, smooth motion.

Tarou gasped and thrust once, then lay still, shaking. Xian Pu moaned and ground against his pelvis for a minute, feeling stretched in a delicious way. “So big…” she murmured, earning her a proud smirk.

“You feel good, too,” he responded, reaching up to cup her breasts. Wasting no time, Xian Pu began to move, riding him fast and hard. Tarou grit his teeth and tilted his head back, groaning out loud and meeting her thrusts. Touching herself with one hand, she braced herself against his hard chest with the other and moaned, high and rhythmic, feeling another climax coming already. She had always been very sensitive, especially as a teenager, something she shared with many of the women in her family.

It was wonderful.

Tarou gripped her hips and simply held on whilst she pleasured them both. “I'm… aah…” she gasped out, tilting her head back, fingers working furiously against her clitoris as she bucked against him with wilder and wilder motions.

“Xian Pu…!” he ground out, rubbing her sides and squeezing her breasts as though he couldn't help himself. Xian Pu came again an instant later, arching her back. Tarou gave a soft cry of pleasure as her body clenched tight around his erection. Relaxing after a moment, Xian Pu slowly came down off of her high to notice two things.

One, that was some of the best sex she'd ever had.

Two, her lover apparently wasn't done yet.

“You didn't…?” she asked worriedly. Tarou shook his head, and smiled at her look of confusion.

“What can I say, I'm a gentleman,” then he bared his teeth ferally and grinned at her like he had before, “my turn.” Squeaking as he lifted her off of him, Xian Pu felt weightless for a moment before she was turned over onto her hands and knees with strong arms. Tarou ran his hands across her rear and then bent over her, mouthing the back of her neck.

Xian Pu gasped as he entered her from behind. She had never done it this way, it always seemed humiliating, a form of tacit submission to the man. But the way Tarou caressed her breasts, the way he moved against her, implied no such thing. His deep, thrumming moans of pleasure and his tender kisses across her shoulders spoke only of worship.

Gasping as he leaned back and began to pump in and out of her, hitting something deep inside that she didn't realize was even there, Xian Pu let her upper body slump onto his cloak, hands clenching against the cloth as their bodies slapped together with a sound only attributed to this carnal act.

“Xian Pu… so beautiful,” he whispered, leaning over her again, still pounding into her, “you're so tight this way…”

“Aah… aah…!” Xian Pu gasped out in wordless response, moving her hips in time with his ardent thrusts. Tarou growled excitedly and began moving faster. His sweat dripped off of his body and hit her back to roll, tickling her, down her spine.

“I want to hear you come again,” he whispered hoarsely, reaching around her caress her clitoris with his rough hands, “I want you to be mindless with pleasure.”

“Tarou…” Xian Pu whined, saying his name for the first time during their passionate lovemaking, “Tarou…!” her body spasmed as she came for a third time, shrieking into the cloak and tossing her head back and forth as her entire body seemed to burst with heat.

Tarou groaned in satisfaction and thrust into her fast and hard a few more times before climaxing inside of her, grunting and squeezing her hips tightly with his hands, thrusting into her as his cock shivered inside her.

Panting, drenched in sweat, he rolled off of her and gathered her quickly against his hard chest, wrapping the cloak over them both. He kissed the side of her head and across her nose, searching for her lips and finding them, kissing her deeply.

“That was…” Xian Pu gasped out, stretching languidly, “that was definitely a start.”

“To what?” Tarou asked sleepily, yawning and rubbing his nose into her soft hair.

“To something good, apparently.” She smiled beatifically at him and he laughed and clutched her against him tightly.

“Yes, something very good.” He rumbled, settling back against the tatami. Gradually, Xian Pu fell asleep to the sound of his deep breathing. There was no telling what would happen tomorrow, but she was too tired to give a hoot.

 

Author's Note: Lemme just start by saying that I have no idea where the hell the idea that Tarou and Xian Pu getting together came from. However, I stand by my thoughts that they'd be a good match. However, this story feels a little incomplete, somehow, but I'm not going to fuck with it anymore.