Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ Desperation ❯ Desperate Act ( Chapter 1 )
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By: evileye 
When Shampoo is desperate...
Anime/Manga: Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 10.23.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 969 | Visits: 1.7K | Status: Work In Progress
When Shampoo is desperate...
Anime/Manga: Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 10.23.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 969 | Visits: 1.7K | Status: Work In Progress
A/N: I don’t own Ranma. Yeah. Other people do, not me. Viz or Kitty whatever owns them. Just don’t sue me. Yah.
Warnings: Shampoo/Ranma. Um…noncom, femdom…etc. I warned you.
Here’s some flame fodder.
Desperation
Ranma lightly touched the emblem on his shoulder. "That old ghoul" he muttered angrily,
gritting his teeth.
It was draining his ki, destroying his strength, speed, stamina as well as making it
impossible for him to do any ki attacks.
The situation had to be reversed fast. At least when Happosai took away his strength, he had
his speed and could execute a Hiryu Shoten Ha.
If his rivals found out...
There was a light tapping on his door.
Akane. Maybe she was worried about him, and went home from school early.
He sighed, not wanting his fiancée to see him in such a reduced state. A part of him wanted
to talk to her, to ask for her help, but the stubborn part of him won out and prevented him
from opening the door.
"Ranma..." a voice called softly from behind the door.
He stiffened. The voice didn't belong to Akane. It was...
"Shampoo! I ain't marryin' you! Just go away! You've....sunk pretty damn low! Why can't you
just take "No" for an answer!"
He expected her to explode through the door in anger, instead of opening the door quietly
and walking in with her head lowered.
"I..." she started, but the words floated away.
"What-?!" Ranma barked, wincing inwardly at the harshness in his own voice.
"I...have to...I'm sorry."
The pigtailed boy blinked in confusion as Shampoo slowly decreased the distance between
them, her eyes still affixed the ground.
"W-What are you doing here?" he asked, clenching his fists. "I said I ain't marryin' you! I
don't love you!"
The girl stopped walking, finally looking up at Ranma with pained eyes. "I'm sorry." she
whispered.
Before Ranma could ask what was going on, Shampoo moved, too quickly for him to dodge in his
weakened state. Right now, he was probably more at an average person's speed and strength.
The boy grunted as he hit the ground, with Shampoo on top of him.
Ranma's eyes widened and for a moment his insides curdled with an unexplainable fear.
"Get off me!" he roared, anger quickly replacing any other emotion, as he tried to push
her away.
Shampoo's face was devoid of emotion as she raised her hand and slapped him across the face.
Ranma grunted from the pain, but let out a loud cry as she caught him with a backhand.
"Shut up." she said coldly, reaching her hand at the top button of Ranma's shirt, pulling
her hand down, ripping it open.
The boy paled as her fingers brushed lightly against his chest.
"Shampoo! No! Get off!" he howled, trying to push her away, with her not budging an inch.
She leaned over, and Ranma moved his face away, gritting his teeth. "No..." he whispered,
shuddering.
She grabbed his face, ignoring his pleas, as she kissed Ranma roughly, her tongue shoving
itself into his mouth.
Ranma struggled and tried to cry out as Shampoo's hands slid up and down his hips, pulling
his pants down.
After she ended the kiss, she looked at Ranma's face, tears rolling down her cheeks.
"I-I'll find a way...some sort of loophole to get you out of the kiss..." Ranma told her
softly. "You don't have to do this...."
Her eyes hardened. "Quiet." Her hand caressed his face, and he winced, trying to hold the
tears that were now rolling down his cheek.
"Please....Shampoo...Not like this...."
Shampoo could feel her stomach sinking.
"I said quiet." she whispered dangerously, pulling him by the hair.
Ranma grunted as Shampoo pulled down his boxers, her hips pressing against his abdomen as
she removed what was left of his shirt
She kissed him again, grabbing his wrists, pressing them down to the ground with little
difficulty. She gathered both wrists with one hand, her other hand, sliding downward
between the boy's legs.
She shifted, hesitating for a moment, avoiding the boy's eyes as she pressed her hips
forward.
The boy gasped, thrashing against her as she took him into her. Thoughts of Akane bombarded
him, until he felt a stroke of pleasure igniting his whole body.
A sense of betrayal curdled his stomach as his hips unconsciously rocked with Shampoo's.
His eyes grew blank, as he felt himself disconnecting with Akane, letting go of his feelings
as Shampoo continued, until they both came.
Shampoo didn't say a word as she stood up, putting on her clothes, her back to Ranma as she
opened the window and leapt out of it, hopping onto the roofs, a trail of tears following
her.
To be continued (maybe…? I dunno)
Go ahead. Flame me.
Warnings: Shampoo/Ranma. Um…noncom, femdom…etc. I warned you.
Here’s some flame fodder.
Desperation
Ranma lightly touched the emblem on his shoulder. "That old ghoul" he muttered angrily,
gritting his teeth.
It was draining his ki, destroying his strength, speed, stamina as well as making it
impossible for him to do any ki attacks.
The situation had to be reversed fast. At least when Happosai took away his strength, he had
his speed and could execute a Hiryu Shoten Ha.
If his rivals found out...
There was a light tapping on his door.
Akane. Maybe she was worried about him, and went home from school early.
He sighed, not wanting his fiancée to see him in such a reduced state. A part of him wanted
to talk to her, to ask for her help, but the stubborn part of him won out and prevented him
from opening the door.
"Ranma..." a voice called softly from behind the door.
He stiffened. The voice didn't belong to Akane. It was...
"Shampoo! I ain't marryin' you! Just go away! You've....sunk pretty damn low! Why can't you
just take "No" for an answer!"
He expected her to explode through the door in anger, instead of opening the door quietly
and walking in with her head lowered.
"I..." she started, but the words floated away.
"What-?!" Ranma barked, wincing inwardly at the harshness in his own voice.
"I...have to...I'm sorry."
The pigtailed boy blinked in confusion as Shampoo slowly decreased the distance between
them, her eyes still affixed the ground.
"W-What are you doing here?" he asked, clenching his fists. "I said I ain't marryin' you! I
don't love you!"
The girl stopped walking, finally looking up at Ranma with pained eyes. "I'm sorry." she
whispered.
Before Ranma could ask what was going on, Shampoo moved, too quickly for him to dodge in his
weakened state. Right now, he was probably more at an average person's speed and strength.
The boy grunted as he hit the ground, with Shampoo on top of him.
Ranma's eyes widened and for a moment his insides curdled with an unexplainable fear.
"Get off me!" he roared, anger quickly replacing any other emotion, as he tried to push
her away.
Shampoo's face was devoid of emotion as she raised her hand and slapped him across the face.
Ranma grunted from the pain, but let out a loud cry as she caught him with a backhand.
"Shut up." she said coldly, reaching her hand at the top button of Ranma's shirt, pulling
her hand down, ripping it open.
The boy paled as her fingers brushed lightly against his chest.
"Shampoo! No! Get off!" he howled, trying to push her away, with her not budging an inch.
She leaned over, and Ranma moved his face away, gritting his teeth. "No..." he whispered,
shuddering.
She grabbed his face, ignoring his pleas, as she kissed Ranma roughly, her tongue shoving
itself into his mouth.
Ranma struggled and tried to cry out as Shampoo's hands slid up and down his hips, pulling
his pants down.
After she ended the kiss, she looked at Ranma's face, tears rolling down her cheeks.
"I-I'll find a way...some sort of loophole to get you out of the kiss..." Ranma told her
softly. "You don't have to do this...."
Her eyes hardened. "Quiet." Her hand caressed his face, and he winced, trying to hold the
tears that were now rolling down his cheek.
"Please....Shampoo...Not like this...."
Shampoo could feel her stomach sinking.
"I said quiet." she whispered dangerously, pulling him by the hair.
Ranma grunted as Shampoo pulled down his boxers, her hips pressing against his abdomen as
she removed what was left of his shirt
She kissed him again, grabbing his wrists, pressing them down to the ground with little
difficulty. She gathered both wrists with one hand, her other hand, sliding downward
between the boy's legs.
She shifted, hesitating for a moment, avoiding the boy's eyes as she pressed her hips
forward.
The boy gasped, thrashing against her as she took him into her. Thoughts of Akane bombarded
him, until he felt a stroke of pleasure igniting his whole body.
A sense of betrayal curdled his stomach as his hips unconsciously rocked with Shampoo's.
His eyes grew blank, as he felt himself disconnecting with Akane, letting go of his feelings
as Shampoo continued, until they both came.
Shampoo didn't say a word as she stood up, putting on her clothes, her back to Ranma as she
opened the window and leapt out of it, hopping onto the roofs, a trail of tears following
her.
To be continued (maybe…? I dunno)
Go ahead. Flame me.