So far as Shampoo was concerned, getting into a seduction contest with Akane Tendo was like getting into a cooking contest with her. Or a fight, or any kind of physical activity one could ask for. It was a mismatch. The very idea that she was her biggest rival for the affections of her airen was something that niggled at her, gnawed at her like a gaping, sucking wound.
You would be as well setting a bear against a puppy. A lion against a kitten. It wasn't a fair match, no matter how you looked at it. Shampoo was prettier, had a better body, less shame about using it to get what she wants. She can cook. She can clean. She's more affectionate. She's a better martial artist. She really was the ideal package for Ranma - at least in her own mind.
Standing here right now in front of her airen, Shampoo took the time to drink him in before she started. He was already obviously aroused. All that Shampoo had to do was bring in the landing lights - and that would be it. That silly tomboy had even brought her some clothes that would seal the deal. This silly cheerleader uniform was practically made for fetish wear!
"And... action!"
Shampoo immediately got to work, stepping into Ranma's personal space to the point he couldn't help but notice she was there. "So, brave hero. You think you can resist my charms?" she recited from the script, batting her eyes at him. He tried to look away and blushed, but Shampoo simply reached behind the back of his head and forced him to look down at her while holding him close. That's right. Look at her smiling face. Feel the warmth of her body. Let your already obvious erection throb all the more. "We shall see before too long."
"It will take more than a pretty face to sway me," Ranma said. Oh, how brave he sounded! A perfect match for how handsome he was. Shampoo felt like swooning in his arms - but no! She was the seducer this time, not the one being seduced!
"You say that, but your body tells a different story," Shampoo whispered softly, blowing into his ear. "What are you afraid of? That you cannot resist after a single bite?"
"I fear that if I bite, all I shall taste is poison."
Then he should be truly terrified of Akane's cooking. Shampoo giggled to herself but stayed in character. Forcing Ranma to look at her, holding their bodies close together. Relishing the role of the seductive vixen that always, always got her man.
"That is silly," she said. "If you really afraid of that, you attack already. Admit it. You is curious. You want taste of poison. You not afraid. You is brave hero, and I am pretty girl."
Then she leaned up to kiss him on the lips. Ah, how nice! She got this treat oh so rarely at the moment. She drew back, fluttered her eyes at him, and said the phrase that would seal the deal.
"Fall under my spell."
From there, the script insisted that he return her affections. Ah! How sweet! How nice! Her without a camera. Being held this close, this tightly by her airen as he - for once - moved in to let her have some fun. His lips were warm and loving, she could feel his strength and compassion coming through them. Oh, how tender! Oh, how sweet! Though not quite as sweet as the taste of victory! Now that he'd had a taste of Shampoo, he'd never look twice at that flat chested violent girl, who had adopted a phony ditzy slut persona.
"And scene!" Akane clapped and Shampoo slunk away, savouring the taste of him on her lips. Ranma, for his part, looked quite dazed. Which was good, it meant he was still reeling from the sensation of her presence, and finally showing her physical affection. While it might have been a performance, that hardly mattered to her in the slightest. Now that he'd had a proper taste, there'd be no turning back. He'd come back for more. And more. And more.
At least, so goes the hypothesis that Shampoo was operating from. Which rather goes to show why she had failed so far. She assumed that Ranma Saotome was like other boys, and would drool over her just because she was hot. Except, she was forgetting to factor in something important - Ranma was pretty used to hot girls already. He became one half the time!
Even if that wasn't a problem she wasn't quite showing the right sort of personality to tick his boxes anyway. The funny part is that if all she was after was a roll in the hay, she'd have gotten what she'd wanted out of that scene. But no, alas, her intentions weren't grounded in lust, and so she could not be called a true pervert.
"Shampoo, look what you did!" said a true pervert, Akane Tendo. She gestured to Ranma's trousers, which had the oil all over them from Shampoo's legs. "Oh, we should have waited for that to dry in before running that scene. If you hadn't been so impatient..."
"Oh heck, this kind of stuff is the sort to leave a stain too, unless it's washed out right away!" Ranma said. What, he did his own washing up until arriving at the Tendos. Really, when you think about it, traditional gender roles in Ranma and Akane's relationship are kind of an optional thing.
Now, normally Shampoo would rightly peg this as a trick of some kind, but with the rules of the world being the way they were, her brain didn't quite pick up on it. All she knew was that Akane was using her teeth to untie Ranma's rope-belt, and a moment later was tossing his trousers at her. Leaving him standing in his boxers, with a very obvious erection threatening to pop out through the hole in front.
None of which felt weird to her. Nor did it feel weird when Akane passed her a tub, some soap, and a thermos full of hot water. Right. She had made the mistake. She had rubbed the oil onto Ranma's trousers. Therefore- therefore she should wash it while Akane plays out her stupid, dumb, unsexy and unromantic version of the same scene.
As such, Shampoo sat down and started to scrub. Oblivious to what was about to happen right before her eyes.
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Everything was going according to plan. Akane smirked in triumph, while Ranma stared helplessly at her gleaming legs. She'd thought of this scheme last night, and it felt... so right. As if she was being guided by an unseen force, which was in turn ensuring that nothing made her scheme go awry. Like she'd gained a keen insight into what made Ranma's motor run.
And that thing was most definitely not leaping into his arms. Oh, sure, it might provoke a physical response, but it would make him retreat internally almost right away. She had the right of it that one time with the reversal jewel. You want a piece of that? You've got to make him come to you.
That's why she was standing at a distance from him. Letting him drink her in while pretending to be disinterested. Even the location was in her favour here, as the wind whipping around the rooftop was causing her skirt to billow around. Then, at the very moment that his penis finally managed to escape his boxers, she said the words.
"And action!"
Where Shampoo had immediately gone straight for the embrace (as Akane knew she would), her response was to walk a slow circle around him.
"So, brave hero. You think you can resist my charms?"
She continued to walk around him, with Ranma continuing to turn and watch her. In response to that, she turned up her nose and looked away from him dismissively. "We shall see before too long."
"It will take more than a pretty face to sway me," Ranma said, in something more like his natural tone than the one he'd used with Shampoo.
"You say that, but your body tells a different story," Akane said, not seductively but teasing him. The way she would normally talk to him. Pushing his buttons. Riling him up. Then she reached into her pocket and pulled out an apple, holding it aloft. "What are you afraid of? That you cannot resist after a single bite?"
This line was punctuated with her seductively biting into the apple, letting its juice run down her fingers while her other hand remained confidently, almost defiantly planted on her hip.
"I fear that if I bite, all I shall taste is poison." Ranma said that line, but he was staring at the apple. Food was another weakness of his. It was one of the reasons she'd wanted to learn how to cook, an ill suited attempt to impress him.
"That is silly," she said, and brought her fingers to her lips to suck the apple juice off them. "If you are really afraid of that, you attack already. Admit it. You are curious. You want a taste of poison. You are not afraid. You are a brave hero, and I am a pretty girl."
By this time, she had stalked around to reach the fence. She turned her back to him, leaned against the fence and said the final line for the scene.
"Fall under my spell."
"S-So uncute," Ranma muttered, though using the same tone he'd have when coming in for dinner after a hard training session. "No appeal at all. You think I can't resist this? You think I can't -"
By the time he'd said that, he was right behind her. Ranma's hands went under her skirt, grabbed onto her hips and used them for leverage so he could pull down her underwear and then push his way inside.
There's a rush that comes with victory. However, in this case it was easily surpassed by how full she felt in that moment. This was something that she had wanted, yet repressed until only recently. Having sex with Ranma! And it was better than she imagined!
Her fingers gripped tightly onto the outer gate running around the rooftop. Akane nearly drew blood from her lower lip from biting into it so hard. But it was strange, it was funny, she sort of... how to put it? She understood exactly how to make Ranma feel good too. Not just good, but really really good even while he was humping into her from behind.
"So uncute!" Ranma grunted. "Not sexy at all. Clumsy. Violent. Thighs... these thighs right here, they're way too thick."
His hands were wandering over her oiled up thighs in a way that reminded her of a dam being burst. Like he'd been holding back from touching them, but now that he was able to he was going hell for leather. Akane began to hump back as well, slowly at first because she was afraid of her strength, but it didn't take long for her to think... fuck it, this feels too good to hold back!
Alas, her fears about her strength proved justified as she accidentally pushed Ranma back onto his butt, with her landing in his lap. "See! Clumsy!" he yelped, so she shut him up by turning back to give him a kiss that put Shampoo's to shame. By comparison her supposed smooch was chaste. Romantic, yet without passion. Because the thing about a kiss is, it can only be as passionate as the least passionate person in it, and Akane could tell from watching that Ranma felt <i>nothing</i> from kissing Shampoo.
"Ah... Ah... This is... so hot... Shampoo no help but touch self!" a voice whimpered at the edge of her hearing. Oho! Now it was true enough. Her victory was complete. Shampoo was busy watching, masturbating with one hand under her skirt and another squeezing at her breast.
This scheme had gone really well for Akane... Which of course must mean that things are going to go badly for her in the near future. Regardless of whether this universe likes perverts or not, it still can't stand letting one person have their way for too long.
- Shampoo awakens to her own perversion, and a battle begins for Ranma's penis.
- Shampoo asks her great grandmother for help.
- Ranma somehow twigs that something is up, and vow to return Akane to normal.
- Another pervert gets involved.
- Something else.
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