Soft or Hard?

AN: Due to major writer’s block on all my projects and one of my ‘progressing works I made this quick one-shot fic. I hope you enjoy and that my writer’s block will disappear.

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Ranma was in Shampoo’s room; it was the middle of the night. He had to find out if those round balls were soft or hard. The question had been annoying him ever since she had started her chase for his girl-side in china. Shampoo had used them in her pursuit of his birth-form also. They were always hidden in her clothes ready to be displayed at the appropriate time.

As he slowly crept through the darkened room slowly slinking towards he sleeping form, his goal in sight. She was sleeping peacefully her head rested on a pillow with her body sprawled out over the futon her body face up, her bon borris (is that right?) laying next to her futon ready to be grasped into her soft delicate hands at a moments notice. As Ranma slowly crouched next to her futon, his hands slowly began to move towards his goal, the answer to his question was soon to be in his grasp.

Oh gods were they hard and weighty beyond belief. It was no wonder Shampoo had such a fit body; lugging these things around wherever you went would do that to you to.

“Wow, I would have bet they were soft judging by the outward appearance, but these are rock hard…”Ranma mumbled to himself.

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Shampoo was enjoying her sleep, during her slumber she was able to do whatever she wanted, she was free. At the moment though she was fantasizing about Ranma on their honeymoon it was the one with the whipped cream… She was brought out of her blissful dream, awoken by the mumbling of her darling. Her eyes shot open at the recognition of Ranma’s voice; her body shot itself up into a sitting position. She looked around quickly, locating Ranma extremely close to her body and his hands still grasping onto the melon like objects she prided herself in being able to use.

“Why Ranma grabbing Shampoo’s…” Was as far as she got.

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Mousse had just finished cleaning the restaurant her was boarding at and was heading up down the hall towards his living quarters he had been given. As he passed by his beloved’s room he heard all of Ranma’s mumbling and the beginning of Shampoo’s questioning. He raced into the room, destroying the door; ready to stop the despicable Saotome from deflowering HIS Shampoo.

As Mousse entered the room rather forcefully Ranma was still in his crouched position arms outstretched, his hands grasping firmly onto the Amazon girl’s………BON BORRIS!

The next day Ranma was asked repeatedly why his face a circular indent.

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I hope you all enjoyed that. Thank you for taking your time to read this ones work. I would also like to thank my beta-reader Jordan Claus for taking his time to read this fic.

Sincerely,

SS4LINK

Random Quote

“For them, the only honorable death is one that leaves a crater.”