Story: Own Personal Shampoo

 

There was nothing in the world like the sweet taste of victory. Shampoo was feeling properly smug as she skipped off home with her Master and Lady. Putting that snotty, horny pervert down was exactly the pick me up she'd needed for such a long time!

Of course, she had little illusion that this would be the last time they'd see the Black Rose. Alas, the curse of being so attractive you appeal even to members of your own sex... Then again, stealing a glimpse at her Master and Lady, you could say something similar for them.

Oh, she was truly blessed to have been defeated by Master. The two of them treated her well. They did not abuse her in any way. If anything, they seemed determined to treat her like an equal, and - 

And when they arrived home, they all said their greetings, and Ranma and Akane made a beeline for the training hall. Hrm? Not going upstairs? Right to the training hall? How strange.

"Say, Shampoo," Akane rolled on her heels. "You wouldn't mind, uh, putting that leotard back on would you?"

"Hrm? Right here?" Shampoo asked. Of course, she'd changed out of it as soon as they'd left. But why would... Oh. Of course. "I am only too happy to oblige, my Lady."

Her Master had already shut the door to the training hall. Of course, Shampoo saw no point in being coy about this. She didn't simply take off her clothes and drop them on the floor. That's not what they wanted. They wanted a show. Lady Akane sat in Master's lap, the two of them watching Shampoo as she <i>stripped</i> for the pair of them.

It's one of those definitional paradoxes a philosopher might come up with, isn't it? How many grains of sand make a pile? By that same token, what is the difference between taking off your clothes and stripping? Well. For one thing, the word 'strip' is short-hand for 'striptease'. The teasing is part of it. Thus, one does not rush while stripping. One takes time. Shows a little of the body at a time. You have a zip? Pull it down slowly. A good piece of advice is to start with either belly or shoulder exposure, as those are erotic but not the full prize, as it were.

So Shampoo began with her back turned, dragging the zip on the back of her dress down, down, and further down, then spun around as the fabric began to slide off her shoulders. She extracted one arm, put it on her hip, then squat down and drew that hand up and down her leg, pulling up the dress to show off more of her thigh. This is what it means to strip. You could think of its definition as 'inefficient removal of your clothes', if you were an emotionless robot.

"Whoo, take it off!" Akane whisper-yelled, then clapped. Shampoo giggled a bit at the attention. So cute! She pinched her breasts together, then pulled her other arm out of her sleeve, which let the dress slip down a little more. Then, she leaned over to flaunt her cleavage and winked seductively at her Lady, who swooned back into her Master's arms.

Next up, she put her hands on top of her head, made eye contact with her Master and spun her hips like she had a hula hoop around her. The dress pooled slowly at her feet, revealing more and more of her body until all that was left was her underwear. A quick snap at her back undid the bra, and just to show off she did a backflip on the spot while removing her panties. The two of them were left tangling from her index finger's, and she spun them around and around while skipping off to where she'd left her bag, bending over at the waist to retrieve it, and in absolutely no rush to do so.

Only then did she pull on her leotard. Flicked back her hair. Stood triumphantly with her hands on her hips... and then, she tugged on the material to deliberately wedgie herself, pinched the material between her cheeks, spread her legs apart and squat down with her back to them both. She held her hair up with her hands so they could get a really good look at her back, and her glutes for good measure.

"Does Master and Lady Akane like what they see?" she asked.

"Oh yeah, that's the stuff," Ranma said. He reached out and squeezed her butt. "Nice, very nice."

"God, I wish I had a butt like that," Akane sighed. "Hrm, I can feel that Ranma's ready. When did I become such a pervert?"

"Nothing perverted or dirty about having sex with those you like," Shampoo whirled around and pecked Akane on the cheek. "Only dirty if it's not reciprocated - and in Shampoo's case, it very much is."

That was the difference, you see. If you told someone that Shampoo was her Master's slave, you would think that there was something very sketchy going on. If you told them that they had sex every now and then, they'd likely call the police. However... At this point Shampoo was perfectly happy with her life, and her circumstances. It would certainly be unusual compared to other people they would come to know in the neighbourhood, in time, but she was sure they'd come to accept it in time. Like she had.

For now, though, the best thing for the three of them was to relax in the afterglow of victory, and from it create a whole new kind of afterglow. Hehe! If people like Kodachi were the worst thing they'd have to deal with then they had nothing to fear at all!

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So! This was the bitter taste of abject humiliation, was it? Kodachi didn't much care for it. Twice over, she'd been humiliated now! First, on her own battlefield! And then a second time by the asinine rumour mill, spinning and turning even as she fumed!

"Hey, isn't that the Black Rose?" she heard people whisper. "The gymnast who is into girls?"

How infuriating! Maddening! She wasn't into girls! She just wanted revenge! Revenge upon that ridiculously curvaceous foreign girl, who kept getting! In! Her! Way! And yet, the more that she tried to get that menace out of her way, the worse things got for her!

Clearly, a direct assault was doomed to failure. Hrmph. No doubt that girl is living it up with her friends even at this moment. The slut. Proof positive that reality was a zero sum game. There are winners and there are losers, and right now Kodachi Kuno was a loser. How much worse could things get? She'd rather avoid the girl, lick her wounds, than find out... at least until she found an indirect means to lay down her revenge!

"Hortense! Hortense!"

Stepping back as narrator for a moment, it's a little hard to believe that this is a combination that's not really seen much play before. I mean. Their arcs are pretty much right next to each other. You'd think that they would play off each other in a natural enough way, but... No dice. They don't interact. At all. The closest we get is when her brother has to fend this annoying girl off in the anime, and... that's about it.

Anyway, Azusa Shiratori had arrived, jumping in to grab at Kodachi's ribbon. No, not the one she used as a weapon, but rather the one she used to tie her hair back in a ponytail!

"Stay your hand!" Kodachi warned, jumping back with poise and grace, only for the girl to keep pace with her. "What sort of harlot seizes the property of another without a care!"

"Hortense!" the girl yelled in a cutesy tone that was really starting to rankle her. "Give me Hortense, now, now, now! You big meanie!"

This got Kodachi reaching for the ribbon at her hip - but she suddenly found herself spun around and gazing up into the eyes of a rather handsome young man. Ah, now, here we have something interesting to look at, yes? Any other girl in the series would see through the fake charm of Mikado Sanzenin, but Kodachi Kuno...?

"My apologies for my partner, she is a little on the handsy side," he said, flashing a smile. If this was television one of his teeth would have sparkled. "May I make this up to you somehow, Miss...?"

Kodachi reacted to this handsome, charming stud of a man, who was using one hand to dip her and the other to hold Azusa at bay, by... Spraying him in the face with paralysis powder, and then the girl to boot. Hrmph!

"I see how it is," Kodachi sniffed, disentangling herself from him. "She feigns kleptomania, making pretty girls rush straight into your arms. Then you sweep them off their feet, and - Aha! Here we go. A notebook... full of the names of girls you've doubtless bilked over the years."

"M-Mikey, she's onto us!" Azusa croaked out.

"Shut up, you idiot!" Mikado hissed back. "T-To think that the Golden Pair could be brought low by -"

"Did you say, the Golden Pair...?" Kodachi asked. "As in, the Couple Cleavers? The well known team of figure stating martial artists known for tearing loving couples asunder?" The expressions on their twitching faces as they lay on the floor said the whole story. "Ohohoho, in that case, my friends, have I the job for you. Ohohohohohoho!"