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I don't own Mulan.

"What is your name Soldier?" Captain Lee Shang asked Mulan. She stayed quiet trying to think of a good cover name.

"Your commanding officer asked you a question." Chi Foo snapped.

"I've got a name and it's a boy's name too." Mulan hedged still trying to think.

"Ling, Ling is a good name." Mushu whispered in her ear.

"His name is Ling." Mulan answered the tiny dragon a little loudly.

"I didn't ask for his name." Shang snapped at her.

"Achoo." Mushu said teasingly.

"Achoo?" Mulan offered wondering what her guardian was after.

"Achoo?" Shang repeated raising an eyebrow.

"Gazutight." Mushu laughed.

"Mushu!" Mulan growled getting pissed at the little lizard.

"Mushu?" Shang asked exasperated.

"No, no my name is..." She trailed off as Mushu whispered a different name in her ear.

"Ping, Ping was my best friend growing up..."Mushu trailed off thinking about is childhood.

"Ping. My name is Ping." She said decisively.

"Ping?" Shang asked wondering what the run around was all about.

"Yes, my name is Ping." Mulan repeated.

"Let me see your papers." Shang ordered, Mulan handed them over instantly. "Fa Zue? The honorable Fa Zue?" He questioned.

"I didn't know Fa Zue had a son." Chi Foo commented just as shocked.

"He doesn't talk about me much." Mulan said and tried to spit manly, failing miserably.

"No wonder the boy is a complete lunatic." Chi Foo sneered at Shang, who turned to the group of men that were fighting.

"Thanks to your new friend Ping here," Lee Shang spoke, "You men will spend tonight picking up every grain of rice. Tomorrow the real work begins." He then turned to 'Ping.' "Follow me." He growled to the idiot. Mulan put her head down and followed him without an answer.

Shang led Mulan to his tent. "Explain yourself." He ordered. She opened her mouth but he interrupted. "I fought beside Fa Zue, I know he has no son, only a daughter. Who are you?" He asked his voice gentler.

"My name is Fa Mulan." She answered honestly. She pulled her hair down, allowing him to see her as a woman. "You said you fought beside my father, so you know he was gravely injured fighting for China." Shang nodded. "He limps to this day and is unable to swing his sword. I took his place so he could live and not lose dignity." She stated.

"I can't show you special treatment, I won't." Shang warned.

"Just don't turn me in." She answered. "I will earn my place." She lifted her head high and redid her hair.

"Ping was the best name you could come up with? Personally I would have gone with Mushu." Shang commented with a light laugh.

"Ping is the bastard son of Fa Zue. That will explain most everything." Mulan said coming up with a background.

"Go help clean up, Ping." Shang ordered loudly. "And don't cause any more trouble in my camp." Mulan bowed and walked out she took a look around and noticed that most of the rice was picked up. She knelt to the ground and began gathering the rest of the rice, determined to pull her own weight. Chi Foo entered Shang's tent to find out what he was told.

The next morning Mushu woke Mulan up with a bowl of rice porridge eggs and bacon. He gave her a pep talk and watched her run out of her tent and join the other recruits. "Looks like Ping slept in this morning." Ling commented. "Are you hungry?" He asked a glint in his eyes.

"Yeah because I owe you a knuckle sandwich." Yaue growled maliciously, stepping up to Mulan to punch her.

"Gentleman you are to assemble quickly and quietly every morning." Shang stated walking into the group.

"Ooh...tough guy." Yaue commented tauntingly. Shang pulled his bow and an arrow out.

"Yaue," He started, aiming at the man before raising the bow and firing at a large pole in the middle of the camp. "Thank you for volunteering, retrieve the arrow." He ordered. Yaue moved to the bottom of the pole.

"I'll get that arrow, pretty boy, and I'll do it with my shirt on." He mocked the Captain.

"Wait a moment," Shang interrupted, "you seem to be missing something." He motioned for Chi Foo to come forward with a box holding something very heavy. Shang lifted two medallions equaling about 40 lbs each by the ropes. "This represents Discipline." He said tying one onto Yaue's left wrist. "And this represents Honor." He tied the second one to Yaue's right wrist. "You need both to reach the arrow." Yaue failed to get even halfway up the pole. No one got far. The arrow would stay until someone reached it no matter how long it took.

The training was intense and at every turn Mulan was falling behind. He took her aside every now and then to give her pointers. One day he had enough. "Pack up, go home, your through." He ordered her handing her the reigns of her horse. She began heading out of the camp only to stop and see the arrow still in its place from the first day. She deftly tied the reigns to a stand and entered Shang's tent. She snuck in to get the weights and stopped short when she noticed a sword at her chest. "Sneaking into my tent could get you killed." He warned before removing his blade from its place on her chest. "What do you want, Mulan?" He asked the young woman.

Mulan, heart in throat, acted without thought. She tackled him and kissed him, her mind going blank. Shang was shocked, but couldn't keep himself from responding. He pulled her closer and licked her lower lip, asking for entrance. She opened her mouth with a gasp, his tongue slid into her mouth and twisted around hers. Mulan felt heat pooling in her lower regions and moved her hips against his instinctively. They broke apart with a gasp and he ground himself against her, moving his lips down to kiss her throat. "We should stop before things go too far." Shang stated pulling back and trying to clear his head.

"What if I don't want to stop?" She asked grinding her hips. "Don't think you are pushing me into anything." She admonished. "I started this, I want this." She admitted, leaning down to kiss him again. "Please, Shang, don't stop." She begged him.

Shang groaned and took her mouth with his again, kissing Mulan Hard. She moved against him, gasping at the sensations rushing through her body. Shang's hands moved over Mulan's body, opening her clothes and skimming her skin. She pulled her hands form his bedroll and ran them lightly down his hard, toned chest, causing him to moan. He pulled her shirt off and noticed bruises littered her torso. He brushed his hands over them gently, then reached for a bandage covering her chest. "Are you hurt?" He asked eying the wrapping. She shook her head.

"Keeps me flat, like a man." Mulan explained, getting his nod of understanding as he unwrapped her chest. "Oh, that feels marvelous." She commented, feeling her chest was no longer constricted. She jerked when she felt his fingers grip her nipples.

"Did that hurt you?" He asked worried.

"No, just not use to the feelings." She assured him. He grinned at her and rolled them over so he was on top. He then leaned down and took one of her nipples into his mouth, licking, nipping and sucking on it, driving her crazy. Mulan's hands went from lightly touching to pulling his shirt off. She then raked her nails down his chest, careful not to leave marks. Her hands reached hes pant's line and it was there she hesitated, unsure on how to proceed.

Shang reached down and untied his pants, leaving them on and the ball in Mulan's court. He then placed one hand back on her breast and the other on the ties to her pants. She nodded her assent and he untied her bottoms and slid his hand under the fabric and down to her core. Mulan moaned when his finger encountered her wet core. "Good Gods, you are soaked." He groaned, pushing the probing finger into her snug channel. He removed his hand and sucked on his juice covered finger. Seeing Shang lapping at the finger that was 'down there' made Mulan gush with wetness. She jerked a the sudden liquid between her legs. Shang looked at her quizzically as she began blushing heavily. "Still getting use to the feelings?" He asked with a light, airy laugh. She blushed deeper and nodded. "Do you wish to continue?" He asked, causing Mulan to nod once more. Shang responded by tugging on her pants to remove them. Mulan raised her hips allowing them to slide off easily.

When Mulan reached for his pants though, Shang stopped her. "Shang I want this." She reminded him, pushing his hands off her own. He nodded and helped her remove his pants. Now clad in only underwear both were beginning to get more frantic. A wild look appeared in Shang's eyes and he pulled Mulan's underwear off quickly, spreading her legs wide. He sniffed at her core and then licked her lower lips. "Shang!" Mulan cried loudly, shocked at his actions. He grinned and began lapping at her clit. Mulan was writhing beneath him, sounds pouring from her mouth as she got even wetter from his tongue. Her body began tensing, getting ready for something she had never experienced before. Shang clamped his hand down on her mouth, as he plunged his tongue into her. Mulan's scream was muffled by his hand allowing their actions to go unnoticed by all in the camp. Shang groaned at the feeling of the pulsing muscles surrounding his tongue. He removed his tongue and pulled his own underwear off, positioning himself at her entrance.

"This may hurt." He warned as he began a slow, but strong thrust into her, pausing briefly at her maidenhead. When she nodded at him to continue he withdrew slightly then slammed deep breaking her hymen and burying himself to the hilt. He wiped away her tears and waited for her to get use to the intrusion.

Mulan couldn't get over how full she felt with him so deep inside her. Curious she lifted her hips, causing him to shift inside her. Mulan moaned at the friction. "Move please." She asked wanting to feel him shifting inside her more. Shang pulled almost all the way out, gaining him a whimper before thrusting gently back in. The motion made Mulan rake his back roughly with her nails. "More!" She cried, moving her hips against him, causing his gentle thrusts to get rougher. "Yes, harder!" She groaned to him.

Realizing that she wouldn't appreciate gentleness, Shang began moving roughly against and within her. She began getting wilder in her movements against him, her body tightening around him. Knowing she was about to scream again she buried her head in his shoulder muffling it as she came milking him. Shang feeling so close as well pulled out before spending himself on her stomach, groaning at the loss of her warmth. He rose and grabbed a rag and water, using them to clean them both off. He yawned and stretched out beside her panting form.

Feeling Shang fall asleep beside her, Mulan stood and dressed quickly, she pressed a kiss to his brow and took the medallions required to reach the arrow. She left the tent and heard the watch call out the midnight hour. Thinking about how to use the ropes and medallions to her advantage she swung them around the pole, causing them to wrap around together. With them to counterbalance her, she started to climb. She began noticing a crowd watching her when the sun was coming up. She slipped a few feet but kept climbing. Just as she reached the top and sat on it, Shang left his tent. Mulan pulled the arrow out of the pole and threw it, causing it to stick into the ground at his feet. He looked up from the arrow and saw her atop the pole, a smile on her face. The recruits were cheering her on as she slid down the pole, medallions hanging from her neck. Shang watched her with weary eyes as she 'man-walked' over to him. She handed him the medallions and them joined the others, falling into line.