For Kasumi, his eldest, she would start out her day primarily by creating that breakfast for the others to enjoy. She enjoyed cooking and had done so ever since she became sufficiently skilled at it. It was quiet and would set her body into the automatic action that she would undertake for most of the rest of the day. It would also serve as a nice reminder, did they need to pick up any more food?
Nabiki would arise from her bed like a hungover sloth, internally promising herself that if she ever met the anthropomorphization of the morning she would surely find a way to blackmail him/her into bankruptcy. She would then reluctantly place her jar full of coins back into its hiding spot under her bed, as she had been hugging it all night like some might cuddle a teddy bear, peel her eyes open and then set about planning to make everyone else as miserable as she was right at that very moment.
Genma Saotome would wake up by tossing his son out of the window and going from there. He wasn't a big forward planner.
Then there was Akane, whose morning routine had recently undergone something of a change. She used to wake herself up and get her muscles ready by going for a quick jog around the block. She still did that. However, before that she had recently added a whole new step that went first.
These days she would start off by having a nuclear hot lavender-haired Chinese girl sitting in her lap, with their lips pressed firmly together. She savoured those soft lips with her tongue, and not just the tip either. She was taking deliberate care to stroke and caress them with every inch she could manage, while also struggling for dominance over Shampoo's tongue in a bizarre wrestling match focused on but a single muscle each.
Shampoo's hands rested gently on Akane's shoulders, while Akane's were uncertain where they wanted to be, what they should be touching. Legs? Back? Butt? The back of her head? They were all good options, but she was so indecisive about it that she couldn't help but have both of her hands work a slow and steady trail.
Then in a truly agonising moment, their lips parted. Shampoo smiled down at her. Akane smiled back. "There!" Shampoo nodded. "Akane now much better kisser. Master be too too satisfied with Lady Akane's affection now."
"Sure..." Akane mumbled dreamily. "But I could probably do with a little more training."
"Of course, Lady Akane!" Shampoo chirped happily. The slave then rose to her feet and smoothed down her dress while Akane's gaze lingered lovingly on her body. There wasn't a single solitary inch of her that Akane didn't adore watching in motion, so she took the chance to do so as Shampoo walked out of the room before sighing wistfully, putting on her jogging gear and then resuming her more usual routine.
Meanwhile, Shampoo had her own morning routine now and it was time for the next part. She strolled through the house with a light spring in her step, and passed by the garden just in time to see her Master and his too, too dumb father sparring in the air above them. As a former warrior she could certainly appreciate the athletic competition, and could see that there were quite a few strengths to her Master's fighting style. It seemed to focus on outmaneuvering the opponent rather than overpowering them. Speed over strength. Quite novel, and very attractive. Were he not engaged and she not his slave, she might have even considered him a worthwhile husband.
Unfortunately on this particular day it seemed that the idiot father's skill in martial arts was a little bit better than Master's. There was a loud splash, and then the sound of a too, too cute pigtailed girl stomping off inside the house while Shampoo meekly followed closely behind.
"Ugh, stupid of me," girl form Ranma grumbled in a most unfeminine manner. "I oughta have blocked that! Why didn't I see it coming?"
"Dumb old panda is smart in only one way," Shampoo said. "Martial arts only good thing he know to do. He use attack to create blind spot, strike from there. Too, too clever and subtle. Easy to describe in theory, hard to spot in practise."
The two cute girls had gone off towards the bathroom together. Shampoo skipped ahead and slid open the door, then bowed as Ranma passed her by. Once she was inside, Shampoo followed, flipped the sign and closed the door. Once the pair were alone Shampoo removed Ranma's clothing one piece at a time. Not that she was wearing too much to begin with. After all, Ranma tended to sleep in just a tanktop and boxers.
"You don't need to do this, you know," Ranma sighed, but made no physical effort to stop her. After the massage incident a few weeks ago it seemed kind of silly to protest something like this.
"Shampoo want to please Master," she said. "And also help Master get used to touch of a woman. That way, able to please Lady Akane even more!"
For his - or her - part, Ranma shuddered and let her get on with it. Shampoo slid her hands across Ranma's stomach and peeled the wet article of clothing away from her skin, then smoothed her soft but powerful hand underneath, pulling her own body close to Ranma's back before tugging it up, and simultaneously caressing Ranma's body. When the hemline reached her breasts Shampoo shifted her grip, but didn't seem to notice that this new grip made her thumbs rub over Ranma's nipples, which were already erect from the cold water. Then at last the tanktop was discarded, tugged over head and sleeves pulled off her arms.
A month ago this would have been the most erotic thing that had ever happened to Ranma Saotome. On this particular day, it didn't even register in the top ten. Still, it was very hot, the male mind inside that girl's body couldn't help but wander, and it got worse when Shampoo pulled down her boxers with equally sensual contact.
He imagined stepping out of the boxers, then turning around and ordering Shampoo to kiss him. Then for some reason, his girl form and Akane would be on either side of his slave, looking at him with big pleading eyes. Then Shampoo and his girl form would turn towards each other and kiss with passion unmatched by anything else save the fires in Akane's eyes as she pushed him forward, made him sit on the stool and grabbed hold of the sides of his head.
"Tell me how sexy I am," she would demand. "And if you lie, you get punished..."
Then suddenly cold water poured over her, and Ranma was brought back to the real world. She felt pressure on her back as Shampoo began to scrub it with her breasts, soap trapped within her cleavage.
"Shampoo, isn't this a little much?" Ranma whimpered.
"Not yet," Shampoo answered. "Must prepare Master Ranma to satisfy Lady Akane. Her kisses get too, too good. Even Shampoo look forward to training with her now..."
And that was how Ranma started his day. More consistently aroused than he had ever been in his entire life. The fact that he hadn't snapped yet was really quite impressive, but his willpower did him credit. While others would have cracked already, it would take a whole year of this treatment for Ranma to reach his limits.
Not that Akane's willpower was all that much lesser. True enough, she was capable of resisting in part because she was getting a little sugar from Shampoo, but that was as far as she was taking things for the time being. She was holding on by one simple thread of thought: She won't make another play for Ranma until he makes a play for her. Stubborn pride was winning out over lust in the longer term.
So that's how the occupants of the Tendo household began their days. What about other people? For example, how does a certain bleary eyed young man with a camera start his day?
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Hikaru Gosunkugi was the kind of boy that never got any attention. He was easy to ignore. Blended into the background to a trivial degree. Yet here he was, standing at the head of a group of mostly girls (which surprised him for reasons that would soon become apparent) preparing to make a speech.
Isn't it funny how things will change?
"L-Ladies and gentlemen," he began, then cleared his throat when they all looked right at him. "Th-this is the second weekly meeting of the anti-Ranma club!"
Polite applause. He pressed a button, and the projector showed a clip of a picture of Ranma Saotome (boy form), flashing a victory pose and cheeky grin at the camera. There was also a red circle around his face and a cross through the circle.
"S-So, after a productive meeting last week, we've been provided with some really good pictures so far of Akane Tendo, M-Miss Shampoo and even the mysterious pigtailed girl!" Gosunkugi nodded. The girls elbowed each other meaningfully, and the boys quirked an eyebrow at their antics. "Ahem! Unfortunately the core issue still needs to be addressed. How do we persuade Ranma Saotome to stay away from Akane Tendo?"
"And away from the pigtailed girl!"
"Away from Shampoo, you mean! She's my waifu!"
"Away from all three of them! They'd be much cuter together!"
Oh boy. That's the problem here, this whole organisation was a coalition of shippers. He wasn't even sure how exactly he'd wound up in charge, and the fact there were so many girls here was... A little unusual but also kind of hot the more he thought about it. The best and most reasonable place for them to start was working out Ranma Saotome's weak point and then moving on from there.
- Back at the Tendo compound, Nabiki teases Akane for being so blatantly in a menage a trois relationship with Ranma and Shampoo.
- Kasumi encourages the relationship in her own little ways.
- Gosunkugi makes his move, beginning his own investigation of Ranma's weak point!
- Kuno barges into the meeting in his own usual way.
- Something else
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