Story: Own Personal Shampoo

Now Shampoo really was confused. Here she was, carrying her master's unconscious girl form out of his... her fiancee's bedroom after he... she fainted for some reason. That reaction did not make sense. In fact, it was bothering her quite a bit. Why had Master Ranma returned to the room before changing back to male form? Why had Master Ranma fainted at the sight of his betrothed unclothed? Why had Lady Akane rudely requested Master Ranma be taken from her room while scrambling to cover herself up?

"Hello, Shampoo," said Lady Akane's eldest sister, in the midst of hanging up clothing. Kasumi. Her name was Kasumi. As yet Shampoo had very little reason to properly interact with the homemaker. The girl was very much the example of the outsider mentality of a woman's place. "Oh my, I do hope you weren't playing too rough with Ranma-chan just now."

Then again, that serene smile could probably calm a hurricane. It served as a potent reminder that there was more than one kind of strength in this world, and it seemed likely Kasumi was as good with her kind as Shampoo was with hers.

"Nihao!" she cheerily replied. "Master Ranma faint in Lady Akane bedroom. Lady Akane ask Shampoo get rid of Master Ranma while she dress."

"Dress?" Kasumi asked, quirking an eyebrow. Oops.

"Yes, Shampoo give Lady Akane much, much needed massage when Master Ranma enter room, then faint." Actually, right now shouldn't that be Mistress Ranma? Or Lady Ranma as well? Oh, never mind that. "Master Ranma strange bird. Too too timid around girls even when become one. Does Master have - Shampoo not know word?"

"A deep-rooted psychological rejection of the feminine in an attempt to distance and protect himself from the ramifications, implications and potential outcomes of his curse, compounded by a regular shift in hormones, body mass proportions and societal expectations."

Shampoo stared at the taller girl and nodded. That smile seemed somehow even more serene than it had before, which should have been impossible. Funny. For some reason her danger sense was tingling, but it wasn't telling her where the threat was coming from. Kasumi slid in closer to Shampoo. Not in a threatening way. Sort of like a teacher would to a student. Then her hand fell upon Shampoo's shoulder, feather light, yet it also felt like a weight was being lifted off her.

"The point is, Ranma has been through quite a lot," Kasumi sighed. "I fear that he might be quite stressed out, but trying to tough his way through it. He is rather keen to hold onto his masculinity, you understand."

That did make a strange sort of sense. Most men transforming into a pretty girl as cute as this would find it extremely awkward and uncomfortable. That might explain his behaviour around her, as he did seem rather anxious for no good reason.

Kasumi continued, tapping her chin. "In fact, I expect that he probably fainted because - Oh my, never mind. Forget I said anything."

Then she went right back to nonchalantly hanging up clothes as though she really hadn't said anything at all. Shampoo blinked. Stared through the girl. Felt a frown settling on her brow.

"Why Master faint?" she asked, quite insistently.

"Oh no, I couldn't possibly say that," Kasumi whispered. "It would be so embarrassing for him."

Embarrassing? If there was an embarrassing secret about her Master, Shampoo was duty bound to discover it and prevent anyone else from finding out! "Tell Shampoo, Shampoo not tell anyone she know."

"But saying it aloud would humiliate him."

"That why Shampoo have to know! Shampoo insist!"

Kasumi relented at last. Her shoulders sagged, but then she straightened her posture completely, spun around in place and rested her cheek on her hand, while the other produced a microphone out of thin air. Her voice was like a melody as she said: "Ranma Saotome is sexually repressed!"

On her shoulder, Shampoo felt Master Ranma's body twitch and heard the pigtailed gurgle "Nooo..."

Now Kasumi flipped her hair, tossed the microphone from one hand to another, then put her newly freed hand across her eyes and forehead as if in shame. "He fainted because he could not handle the erotic sight of your hands on my little sister, the one he loves yet cannot bring himself to touch."

"Who'd want to touch that uncute tomboy?" Master Ranma unconsciously began to squirm in Shampoo's grip, forcing her to tighten it up a little bit.

For the final step of her explanation Kasumi tucked the microphone into the collar of her dress, then clasped her hands across her cheeks as though wailing in dismay. "If this continues much longer it could be very bad for his mental health! Not to mention the happiness of their marriage!"

The microphone vanished, Kasumi stuck her hands on her hips, and leaned over to look Shampoo right in the eye. "Please keep that quiet. It would be awful for poor Ranma if that sort of thing were let out."

"Shampoo understand! If only there was something Shampoo could do. Master not likely to let Shampoo help..."

"People generally don't know what's best for them," Kasumi observed. "Why, if little kids had their way they'd eat nothing but chocolate. Right? Sometimes if you love someone, you have to take matters into your own hands. Therefore, we should do everything we can to help those two come together any way that we can."

Right! That all made perfect sense to Shampoo. What she needed to do, Master Ranma would not allow her to do normally. Therefore! In the name of his mental health she would have no choice but to... Yes, that seemed right. She'd give him a massage! By hook or by crook, she'd massage all of the tension out of him and help him overcome his psychological burden!

And while Shampoo skipped off with Ranma in tow, looking for a private place to enact this therapy, she completely missed Kasumi watching after them and slightly licking her lips.

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Really now. She should control herself better than that. Oh dear. Oh my! What a naughty thing she had just done. Sending Shampoo off to seduce Ranma like that... But she was also quite honest at the same time. Ranma was probably very wound up and in need of release.

Which just made her squirm in delight a little bit more.

It was a bit of an odd fetish to have, but there you go. Kasumi got off on helping people. Feeding her family, keeping the house clean. That wasn't a hobby or a lifestyle. It was, to her, the same as spanking was for other people or talking dirty in bed. She was normally much better at keeping it under control than this but then -

But then the Saotomes arrived, and that poor, poor boy with that dumb, dumb father. It had awakened something inside of her. It was like one of those old adventure movies where two characters hold onto different halves of a pendant which acts as a key to some major plot point. Kasumi had seen one all of her life, and now along comes the other half to make it complete.

Don't misunderstand. She didn't want him for herself per se: She wanted him for Akane. The idea just worked for her. The two of them fit together <i>perfectly</i>. They were both abrasive, proud martial artists who had peculiar problems regarding the opposite sex. It simply worked. Some people might call it shipping, but Kasumi went further than any mere shipper.

She yearned for it. She hungered for it. When it looked like the two of them were going to kiss just before that Golden Pair battle it had set her teeth on edge. It made her feel <i>good</i>. All this time the eldest and most innocent seeming Tendo sister had been looking for a way to set her ship sailing. Then along comes Shampoo and the wind picks up! An attractive girl that both of them were drawn towards. Bound into service to both. It was the perfect catalyst to set things in motion.

And now she'd planted the seed in the slave's head: Help Ranma and Akane get over their insecurities. If anyone could pull that off it would surely be someone in her position.

She could almost, but not quite imagine it. The three of them together in a large, luxurious, heart-shaped bed. Shampoo is wearing lingerie made entirely of grapes that she pulls off one at a time and then pops into her mouth. Feeding one to Ranma, then another to Akane mouth to mouth while the two of them engage in steamy intercourse... The details of which escaped her as it was difficult to imagine who would prefer being on top, but still, the general image was there! All it would take was a little nudging and a little help from a certain "slave", and then...

"Ah?" Kasumi innocently said. "These shorts are Akane's and they seem to be dry already. Well then. No point leaving them here. I shall go upstairs to talk with my little sister. She is probably also a little bit stressed regarding this sudden further change in circumstance."

And maybe while she was up there, she could teach Akane how to set about seducing her man.

1. Kasumi advises Akane in seducing Ranma, without it seeming like that is what she's doing.
2. Kasumi "accidentally" goads Akane into proving she's not an uncute sexless tomboy.
3. Ranma wakes up. Finds himself tied down and being given a deep, thorough massage.
4. Soun comes up with the perfect plan: Hire Nabiki to get rid of Shampoo.
5. Something else