Faking It

Prologue

By Philip Weigel

Disclaimer: I don't own Ranma 1/2 that series belongs to Rumiko Takahashi-sama. I don't own Gold Digger that series belongs to the High Lord Fred Perry. And I'm just being a bit silly with the names.

Author Notes: This is my second fic, which comes from the Anime Addventure. Also, there are cameos and spoofs from many other anime series, a couple non-animes and video games in this fic, which includes Urusei Yatsura, Darkstalkers, Castlevania, King of Fighters, Street Fighter, Record of Lodoss War, Neon Genesis Evangelion, All Purpose Cultural Cat Girl Nuku Nuku, Ninja High School, Evil Zone, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Tenchi Universe, Sailor Moon, Pokemon, Slayers, Gundam Wing, Love Hina, Mortal Kombat and Hellsing. You may not recognize when they're in the fic, but they are there, just not right away.

Special Note: This fic is the collected work of several different authors from the Anime Addventure. You can find the start of this fic at addventure.bast-enterprises.de/1.html

Credit goes to these authors who also worked on this piece: Red Priest 17, Thrythlind, Bolt Crank, Ninja Kasuga, Bast!, James M. Zema, John Cameron, St. Fan, Secret01, and Crystal Blaze, there are others, but they did not leave a penname, so I cannot give them credit (unfortunately). Whether they wrote a lot or a little, they all contributed to this fic and helped shape what it became.

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Ranma woke up slowly, as always, for sleep was one of his favorite things in the world, and he begrudged its end.

In other words, he was starting to get just as lazy as his father.

He lay with his eyes closed for a while, trying to hold on to his dream. It had been something about... a girl... or something... He grunted, frustrated, when he realized he had already forgotten all but the most vague impression of it. It had been pleasantly warm and fuzzy, but he had no idea what it had been about anymore.

Grudgingly he opened his eyes and took stock of the situation. Ack! Shampoo was in his bed, almost naked and virtually wrapped around his body. Ranma froze, his body stiffening as he took in the lithe, slender form of Shampoo's body. His eyes slowly wandered over to the ribbon, tied around her tail, that was the only article of cloth-- Tail?

Shudders swept over Ranma and he screamed like a little girl as he bolted from the futon.

Tripping on a foot from the futon, as Shampoo pulled the cat ears and tail off (and her foot in) with a giggle. "Is good joke, no?"

"No!" Ranma jumped from the futon, leaving sheets sprawled and his pillow flying into a wall. He sighed, then gulped and chanced a look back at Shampoo, and stared.

Suddenly the door flew open and Akane barged in, she took in the sight of Ranma next to his bed with only his boxers on (and even they looked tussled). Check.

Shampoo in Ranma's bed. Check.

Shampoo naked. Check. In the process of removing fake cat-girl accessories. Double check.

"Ranma you pervert! I knew you were faking it when you pretended that you weren't in control while in the Neko-ken! I can't believe that.. You. Kissed. Me." she snarled out as her brain connected that previous memory with this latest evidence of his perversions.

Akane raised her mallet and smacked Ranma out of the house while saying as a final note, "You want to play horny kitty you can find some other hussy!!"

Akane looked at Ranma sailing though the window after her mallet swing. Then she turned toward the naked Amazon in the futon and glared.

"You thought that was funny?" she snapped.

Shampoo guilelessly answered: "Yes." Her slit eyes and smirking mouth made her look like a cat, even without the fake ears.

Akane sighed, her shoulders slumping. She then grabbed the hem of her pajama top, crossing arms, and pulled it above her head. Her free chest gain axed into view.

"I'd wish you stop doing that,” she said, while pushing down her pajama pants, along with the panties, and stepping out of them. "I'm tired of having to bash that poor Ranma every times... and finding always dumber pretexts for It." she added, kneeling next to Shampoo. "Why don't you sneak into my bed, instead?" asked Akane with a pouting face.

Shampoo smiled, lifting the cover to let the stripped girl slip underneath with her. "Akane too-too willing.... Ranma is playing hard to get, make it much more fun. Shampoo still has hopes to catch him first."

"Over my body!" protested the Tendo daughter, snuggling closer to Shampoo.

"If Akane asks,” giggled the Nyuchezuu champion, roaming her hands over warm, soft flesh.

The shorthaired girl moaned, then firmly pressed her lips against Shampoo's. They French-kissed deeply, lengthily and fiercely, their tongues wiggling like amorous snakes. They pressed their bodies together, the average-sized Japanese boobs mashing against the fuller Chinese ones. This attracted Akane's attention to those tits she was so envious off. Raining kiss lower and lower on Shampoo's skin, she reached the nipples and sucked one in her mouth, pawing the other breast with a full hand.

It was Shampoo's turn to gasp and moan. But despite her lover's ministrations, she didn't abandon the conversation they started. "Mmmmmhhhh, Shampoo... Wouldn't mind if Akane seduce Ranma first... would make Aireen more open about it... better chances for Shampoo to get him then... ooohhhhh..."

Akane kept squeezing Shampoo's mounds, but raised her head to answer: "No way! You know what I think of boys...."

"Shampoo know what Akane thinks of men... and this one sure it have nothing to do with what Akane think of Ranma... especially girl-type Ranma." she concluded impishly.

Akane blushed, and not just because of the strong hands caressing her backside and bottom. "You know what we'll happen if I ever show I'm warming up to Ranma... we'd end up married faster than a blink by that pair of idiots that call themselves fathers. We're not ready for that, and I'm not even sure if Ranma could ever accept me as I am..."

"Shampoo says if Akane fuck both girl-type and boy-type, Ranma become very accepting."

"You're such a pervert..." mumbled Akane.

"Hentai-onna is one to talk,” retorted the purple-haired girl. Akane hadn't the opportunity to respond, she gasped sharply as Shampoo lifted a leg between hers, grinding the thigh against Akane's crotch. The Amazon's hands gripped shapely buttocks, clawing into them for a firm grasp, and pulling said bottom forward for their pussies to align perfectly.

Akane yelped and stiffened, but she didn't resist long as Shampoo began rolling her hips, bringing their vulvas into a slow, sensual contact. The dark-haired girl started panting and rocking on top of her lover, arching her back, her dangling breasts bouncing and bumping occasionally into Shampoo's melons.

Akane's cute face was flushed in bliss as Shampoo let her settle the pace of their lovemaking, letting go of the bruised butt. As fun as this was, the kinky Amazon deemed the stimulation they exchanged not enough for them to reach their peaks. Her hands now free, Shampoo slipped one between their pressed tummies, reaching for their clits. The little nubs of flesh were only meeting from times to times as the female sexes were rubbing each other. Shampoo corrected this by scissoring them between her fingers, gently rolling her digits around the hoods.

At the same tame, Shampoo's second hand caressed the cleft of Akane's ass, and carefully pushed a finger into her rosebud.

This combination was too much for Akane, who cried out and soaked Shampoo's fingers and cunt with her womanly juices, squirming madly on top of the Amazon. Shampoo was soon following suit, climaxing on her own from her fingers works and the pleasure of watching her lover trashing.

Akane slumped over Shampoo's plush form, gasping heavily for air. The sweaty girls exchanged kisses and caresses, melding their hot bodies. They took a little moment to get back their breaths, basking in the afterglow.

Finally, after a while, Akane said out of the blue: "I'm not sure I could ever make love to a man... even if it is Ranma."

Shampoo looked fondly at the teenager resting on top of her, smoothing tenderly her mop of hair. "Akane is just being silly, like Spatula Girl was before. Ukyo was like you, swearing she won't ever let man touch her, until Shampoo convinced her trying Instant Nyannichuan. Since then, Ucchan and Shampoo had lot of fun switching roles. Though Ukyo likes it more when being the boy...."

"That's a little two much information, thank you..." groaned Akane, eyes twitching.

She was thinking that many peoples in Nerima would be surprised to find out that the relationship between the members of 'Ranma's Fiancées Squad' wasn't as simple and straightforward than it looked. But they were indeed faking their rivalries, and most of their fights over Ranma were bogus to hide the truth. Nobody had truly premeditated this, however.

Akane had been genuinely pissed off at her father for engaging her to a disgusting boy (even if he turned into a cute redheaded girl at times), and at her sisters for discharging the duty on her. But soon enough, she found out that having a fiancé was the perfect cover to tune down the rumor mill about her sexual preferences. As long as they didn't get married or the boy didn't try to get too close - which Ranma's immature attitude and panicked shyness around girls insured nicely.

Too bad Shampoo and Ukyo came to the same conclusion, and similarly decided to use the clueless boy as decoy. Well, too bad at first, until they came to a better understanding of each other... leading to lots of Yuri fun.

It's not that Shampoo was a lesbian per se... in her case; she was, to put it bluntly, a complete nympho (in Akane's viewpoint at least). She merely enjoyed sex, and was ready to hump anything on two legs (and occasionally on four, though it wasn't her fault that her feline side regularly went in heat). She had jumped on the opportunity offered by Ranma to escape the strict rules of her village and the close scrutiny of her great-grandmother, first with the Kiss of Death, then the Kiss of Marriage. She never truly wanted to kill Ranma-chan, nor she really intends to marry Ranma-kun (though she wouldn't hesitate a second shagging him). Of course, with Cologne following her to Japan, she had at least to pretend chasing Ranma and to outwardly fend off Mousse (this guy just never understood the concept of one-night-stand). The old crone had yet to figure out why the Nekohanten's take-outs were so popular. This wasn't just the superior quality of Joketsuzoku cooking, but also the fact that if Shampoo was late or displeased in any way some male client, she apologized with her body. Bachelors tended to call her very often with impossibly strict schedules...

Ukyo was, on the other hand, simply butch from day one, as her dress and mode of speech clearly indicated. Though it seemed Shampoo had her a little turned around if the previous boast was to be believed. Yet, the okonomiyaki chef still used the 'cute fiancée' routine to quiet rumors (and quench her father's suspicions).

Then, the Tendo girl had to stop her pondering, because she always had a hard time thinking straight... ahem... I mean concentrating when Shampoo was eating her pussy. The Chinese girl demonstrated once again her mastery of cunnilingus by wiggling her dexterous tongue into Akane's folds, eating her honey pot like there was no tomorrow.

Akane tried to stifle her moans and gasps by biting on a finger. But as the purple-haired girl started nibbling on the clit and pushing her digits into the wet, swollen Tendo cunt, it was too much. Luckily, Shampoo remembered in time that Akane was a screamer. She muted her bedmate's incoming loudness by straddling her face and covering her mouth with Chinese cunny. Akane started licking and sucking in turn, grabbing the shapely bottom that nearly smothered her. The enthusiastic 69 continued for a while, slurping sounds and muffled moans filling the room.