Story: LS Shampoo

 

Would anyone be remotely surprised to learn that the two girls wound up with their lips locked for easily double the amount of time they were engaged in any sort of martial art? How about triple that? Quadruple? No? That's not surprising at all? Not in the least? Good, you've been paying attention.

How about ten times the amount of time? Yeah, really. It's not hard to see how it wound up that way if you spend a moment thinking about it. How did the contraption work again? The one that Akane was tied up in? Oh yes, that's right. When she gets distracted, it snaps shut, and the only thing that will loosen her up is if he maintains her focus.

How was Shampoo making her regain that focus again? Oh, that's right - by making out with her. A nice, deep French kiss. From a girl who had the smallest sliver of a shard of a lesbian Goddess nestled in her body.

What we have here, folks, is a classic feedback loop. The good old leaving a microphone next to the speaker it's plugged into bit, causing a loud, annoying screeching sound that absolutely ruins your ears. Although in this case, the loud high pitched whine could be replaced with dragging Akane along the Kinsey scale from, let's be honest here, around the middle to somewhere much closer to the other end. Is anyone really gonna try to do something as stupid as to argue that Akane's not pretty solidly bisexual? No? Just the contrarians? Fantastic, let's move on to the part where she forgets all about her interest in boys, and in turn, forgets what they were actually doing here.

Which is really easy to do when making out with a girl called Shampoo.

They parted, leaving the prerequisite trail of drool still connecting their mouths. Akane's eyes were totally glazed over now, not quite seeing what was right in front of her, while Shampoo smirked in total triumph.

"How Akane feel?" Shampoo asked. "Is better kisser now, yes?"

"Yeah, I think so..." Akane burbled happily. "Wait, was that what we were - "

Shampoo had the philosophy of destroying obstacles in her way. That line of thought was an obstacle to her 'get Akane nice and gay' plan, so she nuked it on the spot with another deep smoo~ooch~

She'd give the girl this much. She was indeed much improved from her previous potential. Not bad. Shampoo liked. Shampoo liked a lot~

"Oh yeah that's right," Akane burbled happily. "How could I forget, that's absolutely what we were doing."

"Good~" Shampoo chirped happily. She let Akane out of the restraints. "Now throw punch."

It came out like a thunderbolt. Shampoo barely got her hand up in time. There we go. Much better. A little reward from the Lesbian Goddess for improving in her girl on girl kissing technique. Even Akane seemed taken aback by this, but Shampoo was certainly pleased.

Truth is, Akane Tendo had always had tremendous martial arts potential—potential that lived coiled and ready, like a spring that had never been allowed to fully uncoil. But potential alone wasn’t enough. Every martial artist in Nerima had someone pushing them: a master, a lineage, a school, or—unfortunately—Happosai.

Akane had no one.

Her father wouldn’t train her. Refused to, even though she was the only one of his daughters who genuinely wanted the art. The result was simple: she’d grown strong, brave, determined… but technique can only go so far when you’re alone in the dark, trying to teach yourself moves you’ve only ever seen done by others.

You’ve probably heard the phrase, “pull yourself up by your bootstraps,” right? People say it like it’s some virtuous struggle. But the original meaning? It was sarcasm. A metaphor for doing something physically impossible.

Go ahead. Put on boots and try to lift yourself off the ground by tugging on your own straps.

You can’t. You’re just dragging yourself downward harder.

That was Akane’s situation in a nutshell.

Ranma, infuriatingly, had been the closest thing she’d ever had to a real teacher. Not because he intended to teach—he’d have died before admitting something that mushy—but because his constant teasing, dodging, poking, prodding, and unrelenting show-offs forced her to sharpen herself. Her accuracy improved. Her focus improved. Her reflexes improved. She didn’t notice it because she lived in that improvement day by day, but if her past self had to face her present self? She’d lose in under a minute.

And yet… Everyone around her improved faster. Much faster. Ranma especially. If Akane’s growth could be measured as “2x”—a steady, linear growth —Ranma’s was more like “x².” Exponential growth. The kind of growth that breaks graphs and makes mathematicians mutter about asymptotes. He'd started off strong but improved enormously over time.

If you know even a bit of calculus, you’ll nod along in understanding. One grows with a steady slope. The other grows with acceleration. Given enough time, they stop being comparable at all, and 'enough' in this context means 'very damn little'.

That was the gap Akane saw. The gap that frustrated her. The gap that made her think she wasn’t good enough—when in truth, she’d simply never been given the right tools, the right support, the right teacher.

She’d been lifting at her own bootstraps the entire time. And now, of all people, Shampoo had come along to offer her a stepladder. She was much stronger now. Much faster, more durable, greater stamina and precision. An enormous leap up for her in sheer skill - but also an enormous leap away from being attracted to men.

"Akane learn too too much today~" Shampoo chirped happily, giving her another peck on the lip. She stood there, inside Akane's personal space, wrapping her arms around her waist, pulling their bodies closer. Punctuating each sentence with another harmless little smooch on the lips. A playful, tiny peck that carried with it the power of the lesbian goddess behind it. "You learn how to punch better." Peck. "You learn how to kiss better." Peck, and another for good measure. "And you learn hw sexy Shampoo is." Peck, peck, peck. "Akane want to celebrate?" Peck, peck, and let's slip a little tongue in there. Mmmm, Akane's hands were resting on Shampoo's rump. She pushed her boobs into Akane's chest, unable to hide her wicked smirk even a moment longer. "How Akane want to celebrate...?"

Akane's heart was racing. Her brain was being rewired right out from under her. She blinked rapidly, over and over again, trying to gather a thought, trying to concentrate, but finding it impossible when such a pretty face was right there in front of her.

"Um..." she ventured. "Could we go up to your room and make out some more?"

"Sure thing!" Shampoo replied. "For how long?"

"M-Maybe an hour?"

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Ah, there really was nothing like it. That moment, that special little moment where a supposedly straight girl gives in to the irresistible allure of lesbianism. The Goddess smirked in triumph within Shampoo's soul. This was an absolute win as far as it was concerned. The former rivals finally settled their differences, realising they didn't need no stinking man, and would be better off embracing their mutually granted sapphic pleasure instead.

It was funny, really. She'd seen straight girls have a strong appreciation for two close men, rivals or friends, in much the same way. It made more sense for girls, as far as she was concerned but in all honesty - she probably wasn't the best basis of comparison for such things, now was she? Might be a little tiny bit biased on that front.

In any event, this reversal jewel was proving to be a blessing in its own way. If not for it, then she might have gone the predictable, boring route of trying to flirt with that part time girl Ranma Saotome. She's cute. But she's also mentally a boy, and physically one half the time as well. Boo! That's a boring place to start with the flirtation! Besides which, Akane would blatantly interfere, and she's frankly better at that than Ranma is. That half and half was better at martial arts stuff, but Akane was smarter about picking how to interfere in things.

However... If she fully converted Akane, then convinced Shampoo to flip the jewel so she would go after Ranma now? Not only would things go smoother, it would also be quite a bit hotter. On top of which! She could quite easily make use of access to that Jusenkyo curse to facilitate her ability to turn guys into gals.

My, my. What a delicious approach that would be! Exactly what the doctor ordered, one might say, kukuku~ Nothing quite like it - a lesbian goddess like her could certainly profit off of that course of action. For now though, the best thing she could do was properly educate both Akane and Shampoo in the tender, beautiful art of a lengthy makeout with another cute girl. What should she teach them first...?