Story: Own Personal Shampoo

Man oh man, but he was feeling relaxed right about now. The first things Ranma noticed on waking up were the nice and comfy something or other beneath him and the warm, fluffed-up pillow under his head. He was lying face down for some reason, with his arms down by his sides. Kind of strange, but not nearly as strange as the dreams he'd been having about being eaten alive by a giant, uncute -

"Nihao, Master! Have nice nap?"

Ranma tried to sit up, but felt a gentle pressure on the small of his back push him back down to the ground. He blinked as his eyes readjusted to light and slowly took in exactly where he was. The guest room where he and Pops were staying. There was a mat of some sort under him and, yes, that was definitely a pillow. Not his usual one. Now, in light of that and his comfort level being quite high at the moment one might think he would retain that relaxed composure from when he was awakening. In which case, dear reader, you have not long observed the life of Ranma Saotome.

Point one of deep concern: His clothes were over in the corner, neatly folded up. A little concentration on his sense of touch revealed that there was a high probability the only covering on his body at all was a small towel draped over his butt. This was embarrassing.

Point two of deep concern: He couldn't quite get his legs to cooperate with him. The most he could do was wiggle his toes.  This was quite alarming.

Point three of deep concern: There was a mirror directly in front of him. In that mirror he could see Shampoo. What he could not see was Shampoo's clothing. It was like a perverted magic act. "Hello, my dear volunteer. Now watch as I transform your clothing into a thin layer of oil."

Ranma gulped. That last point was both peculiarly arousing and, to someone like Ranma, setting off the loudest alarm bells in his head. Shampoo was smearing some kind of oil right in the valley of her breasts. All he could do was try to focus on something else, like the serene and warm smile she was flashing down at him.

On reflection describing anything Shampoo was doing as 'flashing' was perhaps a little unwise at the moment. Under the circumstances. In this context. She lifted her hands behind her head and thrust out her chest, and in so doing completely defeated Ranma's desperate attempt to distract himself with synonyms.

"Master too too stressed," Shampoo said as if that explained any aspect of this. "Shampoo help Master relax. Is good massage, too too good!"

<i>Too too good</i> was exactly what he was afraid of. "Ahhh, now!" Ranma protested. "There's no need for this."

She ignored his protests and eased her oil-covered hands onto his shoulders. Just the fingertips, but it was enough to make his lips quiver from a restrained moan. Guys don't moan in pleasure! "H-hey! Who is the master here again?"

"You is," Shampoo confirmed. "But Master is so stressed he faint at sight of fiancee's naked body." She leaned over him. Her nipples just barely touched his back. The sound he made was not a whimper of anticipation, he was stronger than that! "So Shampoo help Master relax. Is for Master's own good!"

Guh! Now that didn't fit at all! So far Shampoo had been throwing herself into every single order he'd even implied with the same enthusiasm as a dog chasing a stick. So he tried again. "Sh-Shampoo! Stop! Right now!"

Yet her hands persisted. Dancing across his back. He could barely bear to take his eyes off her bare body. She was doing things to his back muscles he didn't know could be done in the first place. In spite of himself and his deep, justified concerns over the consequence of this massage, Ranma really could feel his entire body relaxing against his will!

Then, mercifully, she stopped. Thank goodness, and nobody had even walked in on them or anything! Now maybe she could undo whatever shiatsu thing she'd done to his legs, let him get dressed and explain what the hell she was trying to do -

"Shampoo have idea of stress points now," the naked oily girl nodded. "Now can massage!"

"Huh?" Ranma asked. "What do you mean 'now can massaaaah!"

She was standing on his back. Ranma went stock still. It was a purely defensive measure. Because men do not whimper in pleasure. They do not groan in delight. Nor do gentlemen leer uncontrollably at the sight of a stunningly beautiful, naked and oily girl performing a simultaneous back massage and erotic dance, but he was damned if he dared look away for even an instant!

Shampoo started slowly, as most good dancers do. While it may be simple just to jump into a rhythm, she wanted to make sure the massage was as perfect as possible. That meant taking her time and making sure she followed proper protocol. Which was very easy to do, as there didn't exist a rulebook for her odd fusion of massage and dance. It began with dainty steps on her tiptoes, leading from Ranma's tailbone up towards the bottom of his neck. A bit of the oil she'd spread across her chest dripped off of her erect nipples and landed on Ranma's back below her, but she kept her footing easily. She could have been standing on nothing more than the tip of an unsharpened pencil and still had perfect balance.

Ranma couldn't describe the noises that came out of his mouth as Shampoo's feet touched more of his back, as she added more points of pressure to the dance. While she slowly moved her legs so everything from toe to heel was pressing down on Ranma, her body was undulating wildly in an erotic display that kept Ranma's attention focused on the mirror. Her body seemed as flexible as a snake, especially with the way her waist moved from side to side. She had incredible control over every part of her body, it seemed. Even the way her breasts moved up and down and all around had a level of control to them that created the illusion that every motion had been well practised.

Then she began to bend, dipping her backside down until it pressed against the small of his back. Ranma shuddered and a bit of drool leaked out of his mouth as she moved her rear forward, pressing those wonderful butt cheeks against him and lifting it up again. Shampoo repeated the process, holding up her breasts as she did so that they didn't slap his head when she bent down. But at this point he wasn't sure if such a thing would be all that terrible. Clearly she wanted to save that for later. After a few repetitions of her twerking and butt-bouncing, Shampoo started rubbing her hands into specific spots on Ranma's body. They barely ever lasted for a few seconds, but with the Chinese woman's strength and incredible knowledge of Ranma's more stressed spots, each touch allowed her to fix a point of tension he didn't even know he had. There were small sounds of cracking as she poked at spots around his spine and shoulders, letting out years of stress from dealing with his father.

Shampoo did a few twirls on his back, letting her gorgeous purple hair flow around as she moved her feet back towards his toned backside, which she gave a few delicate squeezes to before running her hands up his sides and lying down across him. With the weight of her full back against his, she lifted her feet in the air, stretching them over, higher and higher, until they touched the back of his head and she was able to lock her own ankles behind her neck. This only lasted for a second as she flipped around, so she had her breasts pushed into his body. That softness, that oily goodness, made Ranma feel like he'd pass out in an instant, but somehow he stayed conscious.

From then on, it was hard for Ranma to describe exactly what Shampoo was doing. As she picked up the intensity of the massage, he began to black out here and there. One second, Shampoo would be on one foot, with her other raised high in the air as she bent forward and rubbed her tits into his body, using her nipples to strike two points at the same time. The next, she'd be balanced on her forearms, sliding her boobs in circles as her butt wiggled around. Then, before he knew it, Shampoo had spun around and was sitting on him and using muscle control in her butt to clench her cheeks and apply alternating points of pressure to his shoulder blades, making his arms go limp. But no matter how limp certain parts of his body got, as Shampoo kept up her erotic dance and kept applying oil to her body at regular intervals, one part of Ranma's body stayed firm.

"Is good," Shampoo said, not that Ranma was especially paying attention. "Soon, Master Ranma and Lady Akane have lots and lots of babies together! Shampoo see to that!"

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Meanwhile, a certain girl with tendencies some might describe as tomboyish was pacing back and forth in her room mulling over what her sister had said. She was right. Of course. Kasumi was always right. She was so smart and kind, always looking out for Akane's best interests.

So! First thing then. If she was going to 'show Ranma more affection' that meant she had to smile more for him. That was the first step, right? A warm and friendly smile to help set the tone. Then a little more physical contact. Holding hands. Hugs. Kisses. Maybe some spanking, foreplay and -

She reeled a little. Ooh boy, too much too quickly. Not ready for that sort of thing. It was fun to fantasise about things like tackling Ranma to the ground and doing... stuff. It was quite another actually trying to go about doing that sort of thing! There was only one solution.

"Tsundere mode, activate!" Akane rolled her shoulders and scowled. "I'm not doing this because I like him or anything. I'm just - I'm just helping him deal with Shampoo!" Yeah, that's the ticket. She was - She was doing Ranma a favour. By playing along. By pretending that she was the kind of girl that would - That would put up with a babe like Shampoo doing absolutely anything Ranma asked for.

And that's why Akane stomped out of her room with great affection in her heart. A strange manner to walk for one set on being more affectionate to her man? Well, like Kasumi had calculated this was not a girl to do things by half measures. If you were to film Akane and slow it down, you would see that she was actually skipping. Intensely and quickly, but skipping.

She soon arrived at the guest rooms. Right. Shampoo probably took Ranma here. In her head Akane ran through how this would probably go. Knowing Ranma's luck she was probably going to walk in there and Ranma was sleeping with his head in her lap, or she was in the middle of changing his clothes and it would all look very suggestive and she'd get upset and yell at him for making a pass at that hot, sexy, smoking hot curvy beautiful warrior who was honour bound to be his slave for life.

Actually, put in those terms it was kind of impressive that he hadn't made a pass at her yet.

"No, no!" Akane slapped herself. "Don't lose the tsundere, use the tsundere. You're not going to get upset at Shampoo, you're going to use her as motivation!"

Right. Deep breath. Then Akane threw open the door to the room with her eyes closed, ready for anything. She felt like if she opened her eyes right now and saw a flaming ball of death dropping out of the sky towards the house she could affection it back into orbit!

"Ranma, we need to talk... About..."

The sentence didn't stand a chance. It was dead on arrival. No words could end it. How on earth could any ending exist in light of what Akane was watching right now? Akane stepped into the room, closed the door, then raised a finger as if to ask a question. Oddly, none came to mind.

"Nihao, Lady Akane!" oiled up dancing Shampoo cheered, not missing a beat and running her other hand down her side. "We pick up massage after Shampoo finish with Master!"

"Akane," Ranma moaned. "This isn't what it looks like!"

"I'm not even mad," Akane found herself saying aloud. For the second time today all she could do was stare in abject horny disbelief. If she was going to seduce Ranma away from his slave, then she really did have her work cut out for her. But Akane Tendo never backed down from a challenge. She was much too proud for that!

1. Shampoo invites Akane to join in the massage/dance.
2. Shampoo returns to massaging Akane while Ranma watches.
3. Nabiki pops her head in. Acquires blackmail material.
4. Where is P-chan right now?
5. Something else