Story: Creeping Perversion

Do you know, there are times when people make a decision and then justify it to themselves after the fact? It happens when a decision is needed immediately, with little time to think through the consequences. And so the body moves to make that choice, then the mind plays catch up with the body to justify that decision to itself. "I chose the left door because it is red, and so is my shirt." Or "I chose scissors because last time, he chose rock."


Or in Ranma's case, "I chose to go to this ballroom dancing lesson with Shampoo, the super-cute, super-hot girl obsessed with luring me into bed (oh, add good taste to the list of positives) because it would help my martial arts training, and not at all because she's a total bangable babe and this would give me an excuse to touch her in ways I would normally not get away with."


The thought did not cross his mind at all while waiting outside the building. Then why was he making grabby motions with his hands? Warming up exercise.


"Nihao, airen."


Ranma quickly tucked his hands into his pockets in a desperate attempt to be nonchalant. He considered whistling to add to the effect. Trouble was, the instant he turned around to face Shampoo the only tune he could think of to whistle was that of the wolf. He felt remarkably underdressed in his regular silk shirt and black trousers. Shampoo had showed up in a shoulderless black dress that could only look better on the floor of his bedroom. Some girls have a body. Shampoo had a <i>body</i>. The difference goes beyond italic text. Hers was the kind of figure that made trees bend over for a better look.


Sort of like how a certain short-haired tomboy he wanted to bang was watching proceedings from that bush over there. Knowing that, it seemed a rather unwise move to go on this da- training expedition with this total ba- uh, person that Akane did not get on well with.


Then Shampoo wrapped herself around his arm and those thoughts, among others, turned to pudding. Soft, bouncy, warm pudding. He completely missed Shampoo turning her head to stick out her tongue at a certain shaking bush, which was rapidly losing its leaves and hence becoming an even worse hiding spot than it already was (already ranked as a 1 Star by 'Stealth Anonymous' magazine's newest columnist, Tsubasa Kurenai).


The two of them stepped inside the dancing hall arm in arm. There were only three other couples in the room, whirling around arm in arm while an evening dress watched. It was a long, flowing red... Thing which appeared to have captured some poor woman and was holding her hostage. It had even gone so far as to cover her face completely in makeup. Gaudy, brightly coloured makeup that hid every possible feature one could use to recognise her.


"Ah, mon nu students!" the woman screamed, abusing a fake French accent so thoroughly that Ranma had half a mind to call the police. "Mon, mon! What a charmeng pair. Ranma ét Shampoo, non? Mon, mon! You aré too cute togethair! We cannot wait to see you mastair le waltz!"


"Airen, Shampoo is scared," the girl whispered in his ear. Her breath was making his brain melt.


"I know," he answered, clutching her hip a little closer. "I am too. Be brave."


The woman clapped, and the others cleared off to the side. "To begin wiv, lét us see yur danceng skeehl level," she commanded. They backed off just a fraction, then she somehow got behind them and directed them firmly, irresistibly to the middle of the floor. "Now, now, non need to be shy. Dance eez an exprezion. Le first lezon shall be to ovaircomé yur shynéz and pairfourm!"


And that's pretty much how Ranma and Shampoo wound up in the middle of a dancing hall, with a spotlight on them. Okay. So here he was. The teacher - Ranma didn't even think she had introduced herself yet - placed his hand on her hip, hers on his shoulder, and their other hands holding each other. Uh... Gulp?


"S-So what do we do?" Ranma asked.


"Eet eez alright," the teacher insisted, patting them both on the head and then pinching their cheeks. "Ze point of zis éxaircize eez to see yur skeehl level. How flexibuhl and coairdinated you are. Lét la musique command yur body."


Alright then. Let the music command his body. That seemed simple enough. Calm down. Use the soul of ice, and let your body move automatically.


First thing, he adjusted his grip to pull Shampoo closer to himself, so close their foreheads were touching and not a glimmer of light could shine between their bodies. He could plainly see Shampoo's beautiful eyes widening by degrees, and then again when his hand shifted just a fraction of a degree down her hip. He hadn't really meant to do that. The dress was a little shiny and slippery, so his hand had just gone down automatically.


Then the music hit him. Music has a certain power over people. It taps into parts of their brain they don't normally use, and this was especially true with good music. In Ranma's case though he had a spell in the back of his mind urging him on, telling him to become more and more of a pervert, constantly whispering and teasing and suggesting. This classical music while he was holding onto Shampoo and being told to just cut loose was like giving it a megaphone.


He stepped back and she followed. He felt everything. Every muscle movement, every shift of flesh. Everything worth feeling. It felt good. Shampoo was both beautiful and powerful. So good. He stepped forward and then stepped around her, forcing her to turn with him. Felt good. Felt great! Now try something more ambitious. He used the hand holding onto hers. Lifted it up and spun her around. Shampoo gasped at his display of strength, as Ranma had done this without her co-operation or even expecting it.


Now her back was to him. Ranma trailed one arm across her waist, resting it on her opposite hip. The other hand kept hold of hers, but now was left across her collarbone. It was like he was hugging her from behind. Ranma rested his chin on her shoulder, the one where her hand was free, and Shampoo immediately seemed to grasp his intention, and used that spare hand to grab hold of the top of his head.


Smelled nice. So soft. So sexy. Without thinking anything of it, Ranma began whispering words into her ear. Arcane words. Powerful words. Words he'd only ever heard once before as he slept...


The two of them shuffled around to the left and right. Shampoo quickly got hold of what Ranma was grasping for. Her body began to writhe against his, pressing back. Wriggling her body and relishing in his strength, just as he was cherishing hers. This wasn't like him. He'd never normally do something like this, but now that they'd started he couldn't imagine stopping.


To his surprise Shampoo was the one to take the next step. That is to say, she performed a semi-leap that most couldn't manage, stepping around his arm so that she was again face to face with him, the difference this time being that Ranma's hand was caught underneath her leg. She was resting his foot on her shoulder and giving him a smouldering glare.


It was like being shown a delicious cake, while also being told that it was forbidden to have any. It made Ranma want it even more. At the window, he could see the top of a familiar head, and little lines of steam rising from it forming into a cloud that looked positively demonic. Yet he was too far gone. The music had him. The spell had him. Shampoo had him.


He used his other hand to pick her up, initially intending to get her leg out from his arm so they could resume dancing properly. Then a little something in his head compelled him to push his face into her stomach, then turn around with her hoisted up in the air before letting him slide her down, as the song came to a slow close. Shampoo almost seemed to melt down at an angle, so he caught her there, held her for a second. Looked into her eyes.


Then he moved in as if to kiss her. Closer, closer... Just a little more...


"Ah, 'eavens abové!"


The gasp broke the spell, and Ranma sheepishly dropped Shampoo to the floor. He blinked. There was an evening gown barreling towards her, and the next he knew his ear was being twisted, ow, ow, ow! So was Shampoo's, and she was cursing in mandarin (based on what he'd learned while travelling through China, one does not go anywhere with Genma Saotome without quickly learning how the locals cuss) while the two of them were being dragged towards the door.


"Ai weehl not let you deux mak a mokairy of ballruhm dancéng! Pairvairts lik you disgust mé. Ai weehl not teach you 'ow to plai yur kinky games, get oot and stai oot!"


And just like that, they were kicked out. Ranma stared at the door with his hands in his pockets, then kicked a rock.


"That went well," he said. "Better than I expected, at any rate."


"Airen want practise more?" Shampoo asked.


"Nah," Ranma yawned. "I'd better get back home," and try to figure out how to make this up to Akane. Maybe if he showed up in her room naked, with her bed covered in rose petals, a riding crop in his teeth and a target on his butt? No, she might get too creative for his tastes... Maybe if he did that in girl form? "Whatever Ryoga's come up with won't be a problem. I'll kick his ass anyway! Night, Shampoo!"


"Night, night!"


Once Ranma had hopped out of sight, Akane came out of hiding. You could tell because she'd put the leafless branches she'd been holding in the trash, like a dutiful young girl should.


"There is definitely something wrong with him," Akane seethed, clenching her fists and staring an angry hole right through Shampoo. "Ranma... Doesn't normally do that sort of thing. His body language completely changed as soon as that music hit." She then and attempted to elbow Shampoo  in the side. Shampoo swerved her body out of the way. "You didn't exactly help either! This is no time to be flirty!  Don't you want to find out what's wrong with Ranma?"


"If something wrong with airen," Shampoo mused. "Shampoo not want it right."

1. Akane returns home. Finds girl form Ranma waiting in room, lying seductively on bed.
2. Akane looks for other allies to help unpervert Ranma.
3. Shampoo returns home, unaware that now she's under the influence of Happi's spell.
4. Shampoo heard the words, but was unaffected by them. She looks them up.
5. Something else