Story: LS Shampoo

 

 It felt like she was walking into enemy territory. For a good while now, Shampoo had been a nuisance, a pest, a violent pretty face who was always getting on Akane's nerves by flirting brazenly, shamelessly with Ranma right there in front of her. Which made it a little weird that she'd suddenly dropped all interest out of the blue, but...

This was a rare chance. For a while now Akane had wanted training. Proper training. Ranma wasn't giving her that. Her father sure wasn't. She wasn't improving fighting Kuno, or tagging along on any of those misadventures. If she was going to improve she needed an actual proper training partner, and of all people Shampoo had offered to help her surpass her limits.

She had to be up to something. Akane's suspicions were pretty clear on that. However, it couldn't be anything too blatant. She was pretty sure Shampoo wasn't trying anything directly against her anymore in case it annoyed Ranma. Still, what was her game? Akane couldn't see it. Maybe trying to use her to make Ranma jealous? No, that couldn't be right. Definitely trying to draw his attention though, for sure.

"Nihao, Akane!"

Woah! All of a sudden Akane found herself being practically bowled off her feet by a former nemesis turned potential trainer. It was like being suddenly hugged by a giant soft vice, holding her close, her muscles were like steel coils, keeping Akane in place. Yet that softness still came through, especially with her chest...

"Akane no come in cheongsam?" Shampoo pouted, and Akane genuinely felt a little bit guilty. "Ah, you bring in bag, yes?"


"Y-yeah, I don't quite feel right going out in it in public yet," Akane said.

"Oh," Shampoo said, stepping back and smiling. "So it private show for Shampoo. That okay too!"

Akane blushed. Putting on a show for Shampoo? Like someone as blindingly sexy as her would like to watch Akane show off her body? "Um, so where are we training exactly? Is your great grandmother okay with this? Mousse won't interrupt, will he?"

"No problem there," Shampoo waved her hand and beckoned for Akane to follow. "They off dealing with local business association, they not be back until long after you go home."

Ah. Okay. That was fine. Probably. If nothing else, Kasumi knew where she was, so if anything bad happened to her inside the cafe then - Akane gulped and followed Shampoo inside.

The curtains were drawn to give some privacy, and Shampoo sat down on a chair, crossing her leg and watching Akane expectantly. Oh, right. The cheongsam. She pulled it out of the bag, still marvelling at how soft it was, and then started to undress. It was funny. If a boy was watching her the way that Shampoo was, she'd have clocked them already.

While Akane hung her clothes over the back of a chair, Shampoo nodded in appreciation. "Hrm, it plain to see that Akane work out hard," she said. "But work out smart, that may be problem..."

"What do you mean?" Akane asked.

"Well, it good to build muscles, but need to build in right way," Shampoo said. She flexed a bicep, and invited Akane to squeeze it. Without thinking, Akane did exactly that. Not really paying attention to the fact she was in her underwear right now. Woah. Quite the muscle there. Her arm wasn't as big as Akane's bicep could get, but it felt way denser, more tightly packed. More powerful.  "See? That why Shampoo stronger than Akane. Shampoo use refined training techniques to build martial arts body, while Akane too too focused on building muscle."

Ah. that was a constructive critique. Much better than anything Ranma ever said. He was too busy calling her uncute or clumsy, not really explaining why. Already, Akane was feeling extra motivated.

"Akane very pretty, would make good warrior woman - with a little tweaking to training," Shampoo said. Suddenly, Shampoo turned Akane around, and she was facing a full length mirror, finding herself standing side by side with Shampoo, the two of them wearing elegant cheongsams that showed off their figure, with a large slit up the left side, showing their leg from thigh to ankle.

The sight of the two of them like that was truly stunning. Akane couldn't believe how truly feminine she looked. True enough, she knew she could be girly when she put her mind to it, but this was beyond her expectations. Especially when standing next to Shampoo, who she thought blew her out of the water in that regard - but actually, like this they were more like - like equals.Oh, sure. Shampoo had a bigger chest and a trimmer figure, but everything else about them was very much on the same level.

"Ah, Shampoo just think of something," Shampoo said. "I give kiss of death that one time, yes?"

"Uh... Yeah?" Weridly, Akane did not much care for the fact that the much more powerful martial artist she was all alone with had randomly brought up the fact that she had once made what was, to her culture, a most solemn vow to track her down to the ends of the earth and murder her.

"Shampoo better undo that now," Shampoo giggled, then whirled Akane around and said "Kiss of friendship."

The kiss of friendship was, apparently, a deep tongue kiss that lasted five minutes. Not the peck on the cheek that the kiss of death was. Then again, there was a kind of sense to it. You don't exactly want to show that sort of affection for one you want to kill. Although, the kiss of marriage was pretty brief as well wasn't it?

Though now Akane could see why Ranma hadn’t backed away when she had frenched him that first time. Wow she could kiss. It was honestly hard to tell what she was better at, breaking down walls or smooching. She was holding Akane in that same kind of tight, warm, comfortable embrace from before, a hug that enveloped her entire body and made her feel like she never wanted to leave.

Alas, five minutes is not eternity, and so leave it she must. Shampoo stepped back, with Akane feeling even more keenly aware than ever of exactly how damned hot this girl was. How had Ranma been able to resist her? That boy must have a stronger willpower than she thought!

"Now then!" Shampoo clapped. "Does Akane know what main difference is between her level of martial arts and Shampoo's?"

"...Huh?" Akane grunted, suddenly realising she had been staring at Shampoo's thigh again. "Sorry, what?"

"Focus!" Shampoo said, bopping Akane on the head. "Hrmph, Akane tends to get too too focused, making her put too much energy into wrong thing. This make her trip, or overextend, or leave self vulnerable to attack. Is fine for unskilled fighters, even large group, but decent fighters can take advantage, so long as they not dumb."

What Shampoo was not saying was that the stat difference between them was also quite high, with Shampoo's average striking speed being a fair amount above Akane's, and her strength a little bit higher. That wasn't important now anyway, as Shampoo was clearly focusing on the issue with Akane's fighting <i>style</i>. The stats could be worked on later. Through intense, sweat drenched grinding.

"So, what do we do about - Hey, what's this harness?"

The harness in question was being rapidly tied around Akane's body, looping around her waist, over her shoulders and between her legs. It seemed to be made of silk, but there was also a metal clasp that was sitting comfortably on Akane's navel. Akane stared at it intensely -

And then found herself being bent over double, up until Shampoo smooched her again. For some reason that relaxed the harness, and she could move again.

"When Akane get too focused, that make harness pull body into uncomfortable pose," Shampoo explained.

"Oh," Akane said. "And you needed to kiss me to make it stop?"

"That distraction, break Akane's focus," Shampoo said. "Though, a kiss may not be enough next time. Now, try to hit Shampoo. Punch or kick is fine."

Akane slid into her battle posture and stared at the girl in front of her. A punch or a kick, huh?She'd better be careful here, Shampoo was very quick. Sure, she looked defenseless now but -

"Ow, ow, ow, ow!" Akane yelped when she suddenly found herself being hoisted into a crabwalk pose quite against her own will.

"Tut, tut, tut! You was too too focused again," Shampoo said. "Need to react, not think. Shampoo hear you used to beat up lots of boys every morning. Was you thinking then? Or going with flow?"

She punctuated that with another smooch, that Akane found herself leaning into a little bit. She met Shampoo's tongue with her own, and let the two appendages coil around each other, struggling for dominance. Hah! She won that one.  Now her own tongue was in Shampoo's mouth, rather than the reverse!

"Now, try again. Shampoo only dodge a little, no counterattack," Shampoo promised.

"Alright," Akane said. Don't focus, don't focus, don't focus, just punch. Akane's fist flew out, and Shampoo ducked right under it. Alright, in that case let's see how you like - Akane being suddenly folded like origami out of nowhere!

"You focus too much again," Shampoo tutted, leaning in for another kiss. This time, Akane puckered her lips in anticipation, but Shampoo held back, instead looking Akane in the eye while her hand trailed around Akane's waist. "Stop thinking. Go for what you want. Just... go for it."