I have felt the need to rewrite this for a long time, for a few reasons, so yeah. Rewritten.

I wanted to start a new mini-project. Disney "what if?" one shots. Readers postulate a what-if question regarding a Disney movie, and I write a one shot on my take on the answer. I only update when asked a question.

Rules:

1) PM me, or write a review requesting a what-if

2) I do not watch the Disney channel, so please no questions regarding shows, or Disney channel movies. Traditional Disney movies only, preferably animated/cgi only. The only live action one that i have watched is Enchanted.

3) If it a movie I have not seen in a long time, to answer your question I may need to locate a copy of the movie to watch so be patient with me

4) It's okay to ask a what if about a movie someone else has already asked about.

5) This is me taking my own interpretation of your question, and having some fun with it. I apologize if it is not the answer you were looking for, but I hope you can enjoy the story nonetheless! :)

6)I will give a rating to each chapter, so while this is an "M" as a whole, please look at the chapter listing for accurate ratings for each chapter.

7) NEW RULE: Please, keep sequel and crossover requests to a minimum. I do not enjoy (most) crossovers myself, it's not my cup of tea so I don't enjoy writing them. And most sequels I haven't seen.

THE MOST IMPORTANT RULE OF ALL: Never, ever, ask me again to write a story about the rape of children, or sex with children. I will NOT write child pornography. The next person who asks me will be blacklisted. I am horrified that I even have to make this a rule.

Question 1 by Demi Brackensick: "What if Shang discovers Mulan's secret when she's bathing in the pond?"

Mulan sank into the water, running her hand through her oily hair. She thought she could literally feel the layer of sweat and dirt melt away from her body, the cool water soothing the blisters on her hands and feet. I'll have to wrap those later. She pondered how long it would take for them to heal, and for thick callouses to form like those on the hands of her father.

"How will I ever make men out of these green boys," A thick gruff voice echoed through the trees, and Mulan turned in sudden fear as she looked up the dirt path she had followed down to the pond. She shrank back into the water, her eyes scanning her surroundings quickly as she sought a place to hide.

Shang pondered how poorly this week of training had gone. How could he ever live up to his father's expectations when he was given a swarm of farmers and stable boys to train into hardened soldiers?

"Soldier! What are you doing?! You should be sleeping back at camp with the others!"

"Uh…" She stammered, faltering for words only managing to stutter "Sir," Her eyes were locked upon his body, never having seen a nude man before. She tried to recall propriety and shift her gaze but she was caught. The armor hid how muscular he was, and her eyes drifted to thick patch of hair that marked his sex.

"Get back to camp! You're still waking at dawn with the others don't think I'll take it easy on you because you decided to wander off for a midnight swim!" he shouted, approaching her quickly. Oh no… he's coming close what if he notices? She had to find a way out of the water, and soon, but in a way that let her leave his pond still a boy in his eyes. She shuddered at the thought of what would happen should he figure out who she was.

"Yes… uhh… right away," Mulan began to shift towards the shore line, Khan already waiting for her. He was approaching her, and panic began to set in. Her face flushed as blood rushed to her cheeks the sound throbbing in her ears as the edges of her vision began to cloud. Suddenly he shouted, arcing his back.
"Ah! Damnit… something bit me," His eyes searched the water and Mulan wanted to take advantage of this distracted to dash to Khan but Shang had already reached in to the water and grabbed Mushu, "Damn snakes," And threw her guardian clear to the center of the pond and resumed his approach. His arm reached for her, and she tried to shy away but his hand clamped down upon her wrist with surprising force,

"No please…" She whimpered, losing the artificial gruff tone she had been mocking. But he jerked her into a standing position, and she saw his eyes go wide as his gaze fell upon her feminine form, her small breasts meagerly hidden by an arm shyly wrapped around her chest.

"What is this…" He dropped her, and she quickly sank back into the water, trying to hide her shame. No… no no no no no… the penaltry for this is death. I can't die like this, I can't shame my father. No… not like this please.

"P-please, I was-"

"Do you understand what you've done!" Shang bellowed, his voice quivering. He looked down at this young woman, realizing for the first time it was the small misfit Fa Ping. No… not Fa Ping. "Mulan…" He knew the famous soldier, he had fought alongside his father once. His father had told him many stories of Fa Zhu's bravery in battle. He had always thought it a shame Fa Zhu never had a son, until this mysterious Ping arrived at his camp. But he never did have a son…

The small misfit Ping had caught his eye from the first day, never having seemed to fit in very well, but he refused to give up. He had seen Ping on many nights out in the field practicing after the others had gone to bed, determined to get better. He was the worst of his recruits, but he had never seen a green boy work as hard as this one. He had admired it, although he never would admit it. He reminded him of himself, trying to become the soldier his father wanted him to be. It was why he was always harder on Ping than the others, he so desperately wanted this young boy to blossom into a man, the soldier that he so desperately wanted to be.

He had realized quickly that it was more than admiration he felt for the soldier. But affection for your soldiers was taboo. He was their leader, it would be inappropriate to desire a lover. Maybe this is why I wanted so much for Fa Ping… Mulan… to grow into the strongest of my men. So I could promote him, and it would no longer be taboo. But Fa Mulan was a woman; it was more than taboo for her to be his soldier. But I am the only one who knows. "Mulan… Fa Mulan…"

"No. Here I am Ping. I am here to protect my father," Mulan found a spark of courage. Face death with courage Mulan. If nothing else, they can say you died bravely. Shang looked at this young woman, seeing the desperate determined soldier Ping that he admired so deeply. He realized he didn't care that she was a woman, or that he had thought she was a man. This was still one of the citizens who arrived at camp ready to train, to fight, to die for China. What did it matter what lie between the legs?

"You are the dumbest, craziest, most determined son of a bitch on my camp," Shang stated, reaching for Mulan again pulling her to her feet. She looked up to meet his gaze, feeling a stir deep on her belly masking any sense of modesty or propriety. Impulse captured the pair, thoughts of modesty, propriety, law, war, slipped from their minds as their lips collided.

A shiver coursed through Mulan's body at the feel of a man's hands against her bare shoulders, her arms slipping over his shoulders. Any thoughts of doubt failed to surface in either of their minds, impulse and primitive urges driving them on as hands slipped from shoulders and the innocence of their kiss quickly turned passionate. Shang's hands slid down her chest, cupping Mulan's breasts in his hands. She could feel the pressure of his arousal against her abdomen, and it ignited desires of her own. Her hands slid down his front, her fingertips tickling his lean body, running over the course thick of hair before her fingers wrapped around him, and she heard him groan against her lips.

Mulan felt a hand slip away from her chest, and before she could give a disappointed whine the hand slid down her belly, and hesitantly sliding between her thighs. She thought she would collapse against him, her knees having lost the strength to hold her up. Her cheeks flushed hot, spreading to her ears. The same burning was spreading across Shang's face as her arousal was immediately evident against his fingers as they slid forward with ease.

They broke the kiss, Mulan resting her forehead against Shang's chest to keep him from seeing how red her face was. While Shang moved his fingers in a way that made Mulan feel she would catch fire from the swarm of sensation. She bashfully stroked him, a prideful smile tugging at her lips. She bit her lower lip, reminding herself not to stop to return this sensual bliss as she felt as if her body would collapse. She bit down on her lip, pushing her forehead harder against his chest as she was pushed into an orgasm so powerful she felt as if the world itself would crack apart. This? This is what's considered vile and filthy and improper? She almost had to remind herself to stop, to return this physical bliss. But it only took a few more moments before she felt him give in.

Before the two had a moment to enjoy the afterglow of their unexpected liaison, the sound of three male voices in the distance met their ears. Mulan gasped, falling back into the water sinking until she was up to her neck.

"Oh no!" She gasped,

"Ping," Shang said, heavily stressing the name, "I think it's time you get back to camp. And one day, I will make a man out of you," Mulan smiled, a flush once again taking over her features,

"Maybe one day you can make a woman out of me too,"