A Ranma 1/2 Story:
"The Curse of a Cat"
Her smooth, milky, white skin lolled beneath the warm, soapy water of the bathtub. Filling the void of her loneliness was her over-active imagination as her fingers reached deep beneath the water, but she stopped just before she acted.
Naked, Shampoo sanctioned herself to enjoy the relaxing bath, but nothing else.
She had desirable beauty, Amazonian desirably, something that most women of her young age and clan didn't have, but something that all women certainly desired. Yet, it was the basic of needs that all women pined for that she wanted most. She had fallen in love with a man who had captured her heart, and to whom she wanted to eventually marry, to shower her with unwavering desire, while he obtained his own ambitions.
She closed her eyes, and for just a moment, dreamt of a perfect world where she and her perfect husband were rulers of her clan and she was queen. The leaders of every Amazonian clan would bow at their feet and Ranma would be master of a brand new coalition of tribes, that he would control with an utmost superiority. And at their coronation, the heads of every would-be usurper, presented on a silver platter.
Most dreams were fashionably based on conjecture, and this dream was based on an idea that was unattainable—for now. Ranma didn't want to get married to a cat, and no matter what she did, unless she was cured of her curse, her plans would continuously be spoiled by others, and Ranma's irrational fear of cats topped it all. She would have to try to break his fear, somehow.
Ranma was engaged to Akane Tendo, and with it came the Tendo Dojo as a dowry. But Ranma did not want to it, he wanted to cure himself of his curse, in the most profound way imaginable—by its utter removal. And Shampoo tried to help him, but Ranma kept her at a distance.
Shampoo was reliable, she would grant Ranma everything his heart desired, including her body. She would even give him the world, her very world. But not even she could perform miracles or use her influence to achieve that unless her curse was gone. The curse of the cat. And it took time to change people's behaviour even so. Things had to take their toil and for people to realize others in their lives, but Shampoo would find a way to make it work.
She grabbed a towel and covered her slender and striking body with white silkiness. Her body glistened from candle light and warm water, the lights off. She was alone, and thus, wanted romance. Candle light, pink pedals in the water, and rosemary fragrance in the air—she wondered how it would feel if Ranma was with her? She blushed just thinking of his body pressed against hers in embrace.
She wrapped the silky towel around her voluptuous breasts and it clung to her like skin-tight vinyl. Her wet, limp hair dropped down upon her slender shoulders like a white knight's conquest. The remains of soap and water caressed her body and enveloped her white skin with lovely persuasion as she rubbed herself down, with sensual vigour. Ranma in her thoughts.
Then, dropping the towel to the floor, she walked out of the bathroom, and entered a modest looking bedroom. She lived in a two-bedroom, two-tier apartment with her Grand-Grandmother with the Cat Cafe on the lower level. She even had a nice walk-in closet where, now, she ruffled through her collection of nice clothes, clothes that brought out her sensuality, and some like super-models and movie stars, appropriately worn to dinner parties, and prominent gatherings. She picked up the dress she wore to a wedding reception she and the Cat Cafe hosted at the Tendo Dojo a few weeks back. Ranma said he liked this dress, and when she picked it out, she knew he would. He wanted to look good for him. She put it back, it was special.
Concurrently, Ranma lived with Akane. It was only an arrangement because of their engagement, but once Shampoo snatched Ranma for herself, they'd move in together as husband and wife. When she and Ranma took the next step, to move in together, they'd move to a larger apartment, where they'd make a few modifications, and expand the Cat Cafe. This was her dream.
In a hollowed out portion of the floor of the closest contained a secret, one whereas she would make Ranma her own. It was only a start, but it was accumulating...money she saved to buy the best gift for his birthday.
She was loyal to one thing, Ranma—to whom meant everything to her. And Ranma loved it when she dressed up, seductively, (it played to his libido), so she wanted to pick out something sleek and alluring with the money, proportionately choosing something that clung to her ample figure with attractive seductiveness to greet him on his special day. She secured her treasure chest of savings, it was a secret from everyone.
Shampoo knew her sexiness played to Ranma's ego. Yet, being so attractive in his own rite, any woman would fall to his feet. But if any woman tried to take him away from her, she would kill them. Ranma was hers, and she aimed to have him, and curb any wandering eyes of others. Amazon's had their pride and honour.
Shampoo smiled devilishly. "Ranma is mine, but first must take out competition," she threatened. First thing first. "Tomorrow is new day."
She sat down on a stuffed cushion bench where she proceeded to comb her hair with a brush that she bought from a shop downtown. She was fastidious about her hair, Amazon beauty was paramount, and she only wanted her hair to be perfect, with no split ends. She knew she was probably acting foolish and appeared egotistical on the surface to others, but in the privacy of her own bedroom, she was beyond reproach.
One hundred strokes was her desired regime in combing her hair, then she finished by blow-drying it with pressurized air suited to a regulated temperature she digitally specified. The dryer fed her naked neck with the warmth of a man's breathe. And for a split second, she felt Ranma was with her, beside her—his breath—blowing on her flesh giving her goosebumps.
Ranma was often resistant to her advances, even reluctant, but she wanted to change that. She wanted to be the woman he most desired. Better than that silly Akane Tendo!
She wished Ranma was here right now. Ranma had soft, gentle hands, despite his rough exterior. She wanted them pressed against the curvaceous of her naked flesh, his hot breath against the nape of her neck, his strong arms wrapped around her desirable body. She wanted Ranma to send her to the moon and back!
Unanticipatedly, whether it was water from her hair or just some moisture from own body, a droplet fell, and cascaded between her breasts, pushed its way through their firm fix, and streamlined down her smooth, sensual stomach, tickling the tiny hairs, and down to between her legs, sending her into a frenzy of elation. She gasped, and trembled. But instead of succumbing on her womanly desires, she resisted, saving herself for Ranma, where she knew, he would satisfy her just as she desired to satisfy him someday. She would allow her passion to burn deeply for him until then, a passion red hot!
Yet, even though Ranma wasn't with her, she was never alone when he was elsewhere, and his presence was always felt. Always in her thoughts.
Gently placing a hand to her heart, she felt it beating quickly.
"Oh Ranma, Shampoo love you so very, very much."
She then dressed for bed.
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