Story: Shampoo and Conditioning

Consider Ryoga Hibiki, if you will. No, please. Come back, you don't have to accompany him anywhere. Just think about him for a bit. He's a brooding sort, isn't he? A natural loner, born from his lifetime of not knowing where the fuck he actually is right now. The present tense is used, by the way, because that is something which is always true for this young man. That fact has formed him into who he is today.

He has a romantic ideal because he sees beautiful vistas, the glory of nature whenever he wakes up and looks around to ponder where the hell he's wound up this time. He has a rugged form because <i>have you seen his rucksack?</i> The boy's muscles have higher definition than the most advanced camera will have in the year 2050. But... he was also socially awkward because he didn't actually talk to people all that often, compared to how much wandering he did.

"That Kuno guy was completely worthless," Ryoga groused. Huddled in his tent. Hugging his knees and scowling at the dirt. "If anything, he was more a liability than a help. Clumsy idiot doesn't even compare to that crazy foreign girl!"

He could picture her in his mind. That devious Shampoo, wearing skimpy chinese clothing. Molesting Akane and giggling about how she was going to be her love toy!

Ryoga pinched his nose to stave off the bleeding. Though he liked to think of himself as pure hearted, there was only so much his pure heart could take.

"D-damn that Chinese floozy!" Ryoga yelled. "How dare he brainwash Akane! Ranma I'm not so annoyed about, but touching a hair on Akane's head is an unforgivable sin!"

“Oh good evening Ryoga. Why did you set up a tent in our back garden?

“Ah...Kasumi? Wait this isn’t the dark wilderness?” He looked back towards the tree he had planted his tent next to. “And this isn’t a mountain side?” He put his hand against the stone next to the tree.

“That’s our wall, Ryoga.” Kasumi said.

“Oh.” Ryoga said.

To his embarrassment Kasumi giggled, “You’re so funny Ryoga.”

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Consider Kasumi Tendo. Oh yes, this is a much nicer topic than Ryoga Hibiki to think on. Not only is she pretty, but she is nigh angelic. She's selfless, she's calm, she's the very embodiment of the yamato nadeshiko concept, the ideal Japanese housewife.

That's the view that everyone has of her. As such, she is the number one most desired woman in Furinkan. Bar none. Nobody talked about it and nobody made a move because it would be akin to spoiling the Garden of Eden. But what about Kasumi's desires?

Well, it was as you saw on the surface. While she would rather like to start her own family and get married, Kasumi was simply far too worried about her little sisters and her father to leave them alone so simply. Until their futures were secure, she would be the housewife.

So one might say that Kasumi’s desires were for everybody else to be happy. You see? Sometimes what you see on the surface is exactly what you get. Was she repressing her sexual desires? Well, a little. But not to an unhealthy degree by any means. Still though... It had been a while since she had a boyfriend. It didn't feel right. It probably wouldn't feel right until this arranged marriage with Akane and Ranma was sorted out one way or the other.

But hearing Ryoga talk about Shampoo awoke something within Kasumi. Several commands, planted in the young woman’s psyche. Commands to use herself to protect Shampoo’s plans. Commands that acted like a bullseye right to her semi-neglected sex drive.

<i>"If Kasumi notice anyone cause trouble for Shampoo, do what you need to..."</i>

Kasumi licked her lips, noticing for the first time Ryoga’s rather powerful looking arms. He was wearing a tank top that showed off most of his muscles, and she could see hints of a six pack underneath it. Phantom fingers danced between her thighs, a half formed memory.

“Oh, good evening Kasumi.” Ryoga said, his cute face looking a little nervous. “Err, where’s Akane?”

A thought propped itself up in Kasumi’s mind.<i>I should make him forget about Akane.</i> She smiled at the handsome young man, “Akane’s out right now. I think with Ranma and friends.” She gave him a meaningful look over. "I'm all alone tonight I'm afraid. Would you like to keep me company?"

"Ah... well I wouldn't want to impose -"

"You set up a tent in our garden."

“I thought I was in the vast wilderness!”



"Imposing is imposing," Kasumi said. "Come along. You must be hungry. If you wander off by yourself, you'll only wind up lost again, right?"

“Uhhh…” Ryoga tried to think of a way to counter that. He would get lost, but he felt weird imposing on Kasumi. It’d be different if Akane was offering to take him in since that would be clearly because she was into him instead of just being polite.

Then Kasumi walked over to him and took his arm, using her arms to grab it and pull it up to her chest. Ryoga suddenly felt her breasts, which were not inconsiderate, slightly mould around his muscular arm.

“I insist, come in Ryoga.”

“Urk.” Ryoga said, unable to think much beyond beautiful girl wanting to take care of him now. And certainly not thinking about how the love of his life was being brainwashed by a sneaky foreign girl.

Incidentally, when Kasumi did used to date and had her eyes on a boy this was exactly how she'd snare them. The easiest way into a man's heart is his stomach. As for the easiest way into his trousers, a pretty smile and some physical contact has the best chance of working.

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Now consider Nabiki Tendo. No, you won't get charged for this. Yes, it's free. Yes really, no strings attached. She was the quintessential middle child. An absolute opposite of both the elder and younger sister in just about every way. Where Kasumi was selfless, Nabiki was selfish. Where Akane was fairly loose with her emotions Nabiki kept them tight to her chest. To cross her was to amount to saying to the Gods themselves "I'm fine not having any money in my wallet, no really. And say, while you're at it do you mind throwing some casual humiliation my way for the near future?"

So it was probably going to be quite weird for anyone that knew her reputation if they could see her right then. On her hands and knees, buck naked, licking Shampoo's pussy like it was a juicy yummy treat. Her eyes were kind of glazed over, because Nabiki’s mind wasn’t quite there.

Unlike Akane, Shampoo wanted quick relief from Nabiki, so with a combination of brainwashing tricks and encouragement she figured out how to get the middle sister into an obedient trance. In this state, Nabiki did what she was told but basically thought it was her own idea.

'Heh, this Chinese bimbo will fall for anything,' Nabiki thought as her tongue danced along Shampoo's clit. 'Any minute now I'll have her so worked up that she won't know what day of th week it is. Then she'll be easy pickings.'

"Oooh! Fuck! Mercenary girl not as good as slutty pet Akane yet, but Shampoo think she enjoy teaching!"

Nabiki found it a bit of a challenge to grin, or even to smirk, while she was eating pussy but somehow she managed it. Listen to that whimpering foreign bitch. Hah! Some tough girl, right? She'd be eating out of Nabiki's hands before long. There was nothing that Shampoo could do about it.

Especially not, say, sneaking into Nabiki's room in the dead of night without a stitch of clothing, hitting her with a paralysis point and then whispering to her how she was going to gradually submit her will to Shampoo's while under the mistaken delusion that the opposite was happening.

Right as Nabiki was about to finish her off Shampoo suddenly grabbed Nabiki by the hair and pulled her up into a deep, sloppy kiss while the other hand trailed down Nabiki's hips and settled right onto her right buttcheek, where it took a frighteningly tight but also rather pleasant grip.

"Tendo sluts have good genes," Shampoo said after she was done. "Not martial artist, but have fit body. Fit body for Shampoo to play with."

Nabiki’s eyes became even more blank, for a moment, as her conditioning purged her memory of that moment. Shampoo used that moment to hump her body up against Nabiki's, while whispering into Nabiki's ear. "Nabiki horny for Shampoo. Want to help set up Ranma with Shampoo. It make Nabiki too too wet to help do this.”

This triggered something in Nabiki’s mind “Hmmm man, I just remembered, that picture of Shampoo sucking down Ranma. Man that was hot… maybe he should stick with her instead of my little sister…”

Picture? What picture did she mean by that?! Shampoo stepped back, making one last comment. "Ask Shampoo about picture," she said, and then lay back on the bed with her legs spreadeagle.

"Aiyah! Shampoo think we go too too quickly," she said, pretending to swoon. "At this rate, if we start to scissor then Shampoo go crazy!"

Normally Nabiki would see through such blatant manipulation. Right now was not a normal time for her. As such she licked her lips and crawled into bed, locking legs with Shampoo and beginning to slowly grind her hips. In no time at all Shampoo was matching her pace.

"By the way Shampoo, speaking of moving quickly," Nabiki moaned, though she imagined herself speaking with her normal cool demeanour. "You'll never guess what I found."

"If you is about to say Shampoo g-spot, Shampoo bop on head."

"I found a picture," Nabiki teased, rolling her hips just a little bit more as she humped into Shampoo. "Of you. And Ranma. In the dojo. You were sucking on his di- fuck!"

"Nabiki make that up," Shampoo calmly answered. The pace had switched all of a sudden without Nabiki noticing. "No evidence of photo. No way such photo can exist. Is too, too naughty to lie."

Ahhh, the protest and lamentation of those backed into a corner! Fuck, but she was a demon in the sack when the mood took her!

"Oh, it exists," Nabiki said. "Nnnng! Yeah! So what's the story there? How long have you and Ranma being going at - Holy shit!"

"Shampoo still not believe photo exists," the girl said, now seeming to tower over Nabiki even as she was fucking her. The foreign girl's toes found their way to Nabiki's chest, catching her nipple in between her toes. "You say found photo. Who take?"

“Hah! Like I’d tell you my sources. Nobody even remembers that scrawny Gosunkugi’s name.”

A few seconds later and Nabiki's eyes rolled back in her head, leaving her a naked sweaty heap on her bed, tongue rolled out the side of her mouth and giving off a general vibe of 'extremely well fucked'.

"That was nice," Shampoo said, getting dressed with a surprising amount of calm. "Come here to blow off scheme. Find out something too too useful." She stopped for a moment. "Maybe this boy have other pictures... Shampoo might be able to use those to cure phobia, maybe?"

And then she left. Just like that. Heh! That warrior chick might act tough and cute, but Nabiki knew for a cold hard fact that any day now she'd be sitting in the palm of Nabiki Tendo's hand.

1. The next thing Ryoga knows, he's balls deep inside of Kasumi.
2. Shampoo goes on the hunt for Gosunkugi.
3. Meanwhile, Ranma and Akane are hanging out with their suspicious friends.
4. Kuno has his own plans to liberate Akane from Shampoo's clutches.
5. Something else