Man, but there was nothing quite so nice as relaxing in a nice hot bath after a long, strenuous workout. Don't get him wrong: Ranma enjoyed training as much as the next martial artist. But he knew the importance of giving your muscles the time to recover and recuperate, so they could come back all the stronger. Doing it that way meant you conditioned your muscles to be stronger and stronger as time went on. For that reason, Ranma had gone directly to the bath right after his training session with Shampoo.
That had been a pretty strenuous workout session, Ranma thought while scrubbing herself down. Yes, herself. The cold water used in the first part of traditional Japanese bathing had been entirely sufficient to trigger her curse. Shampoo was a pretty good sparring partner, if a little bit more forward than she particularly liked. Must come from her culture. Still, she had the distinct feeling that she would definitely improve by sparring with her...
For some reason Ranma caught herself staring at the dividing screen between the bath and the changing area. Well, whatever. She finished cleaning herself, wiping off all the sweat and dirt before heading off to the bath itself. Yes, a nice long soak was just what the doctor ordered. Not least of which as it would turn her back to normal.
She slid the screen aside - and found Shampoo lying within.
"Aiya!" the houseguest yelped. She immediately moved to cover herself. "Ranma, be more mindful!"
Gah! How the hell did she get in there? Surely she'd have set the sign up! Ranma remembered turning it around, and she had the distinct impression that Shampoo wasn't in here earlier either! Besides, she'd definitely remember seeing that body going by.
Gulp! Actually, she really should not be staring like this. Sure, Shampoo was really pretty and her body was... wow! But that was no excuse for walking in on her like that!
"You walk in on Shampoo!" the house guest sniffed. "Which mean... You is pervert here, not Shampoo."
"Huh?" Ranma blinked. What did that mean? She made to look away from Shampoo - but then her vision returned automatically, almost voluntarily when there was movement out of the corner of her eyes. It was Shampoo's hands. While they were still over her breasts, they were moving in a more circular motion. Groping. Kneading. Teasing herself. As though for Ranma's amusement.
"It means airen remember too too sight of Shampoo sexy body naked and wet," Shampoo breathily explained. She moved her hands away from her chest, sliding them up her body until they rested behind her head. Then Shampoo arched her back to give Ranma an unfiltered look at her bare, naked chest as it gleamed from the wetness, with an extra touch of colour from the heat. "Remember this well, airen. It yours to do with as you want."
"Huh? What?" Ranma grunted in surprise. What was Shampoo saying? W-was this another cultural thing? Maybe she was talking about training. Yeah, that must be it! Shampoo was talking about the conditioning of her body. Use her for training, any kind of training. It must be that. B-Because the alternative was too embarrassing for Ranma to digest! "Uh, it doesn't bother you that I walked in on you like this?"
"Why it bother Shampoo? We both girls," Shampoo smiled and rose to her feet. Ranma blushed at the sight of her, but found it impossible to turn away. "Besides, even if not. Shampoo no mind if airen peek in on Shampoo sexy body. Shampoo no even mind if peek in on slutty pet Akane."
Now, that was extremely difficult to misunderstand. Whatever spell she'd cast on Ranma seemed to break at that moment as a deep frown set in on Ranma's pretty face. "What did you say about Akane?" she yelled.
"Shampoo say Akane is slutty pet of airen and Shampoo," the girl repeated. She flicked back her hair and began walking right towards Ranma. "Is funny. Shampoo thought she straight until start fooling around with slutty pet. Only intend to remove as threat, but she too too delicious. Too too cute. Especially when cumming."
"Wh-where the hell is this coming from?!" Ranma yelled in disbelief. Geeze! This crazy broad was up to something. Definitely up to something! Ranma backed off instinctively as Shampoo approached. Need more space to fight. "You should get the hell outta here if you're gonna keep talking like that."
The weird thing was, Shampoo wasn't doing anything particularly aggressive. She was just walking and smiling. Then, suddenly... she grabbed hold of her towel and covered herself up. Ranma blinked - and then completely forgot the last half a minute or so.
"Shampoo is done," the girl said while leaving the bath.
"Uh, sorry for walking in on you like that," Ranma blushed. Internally though, the memory of Shampoo's naked body was burned into his mind.
"Is okay, Shampoo forgive airen if acknowledge Akane as slutty pet," Shampoo said, letting the towel drop to the floor right as she was passing Ranma. For the second time Ranma was left dumb at the sight of Shampoo suddenly naked in front of her, which meant her guard was completely down when Shampoo suddenly grabbed hold of her and pulled her into a deep, deep kiss.
It actually took Ranma a moment to recognise what was happening. Her thought process was pretty much 'Woah, this is nice! Tongue, tongue, her body is soft... wait a minute Shampoo is kissing me?!' This was ample time for Shampoo to step up close enough to Ranma that there wasn't even a beam of light showing between them from the bottom of their neck down to their pelvis. Shampoo grabbed hold of Ranma's hands and firmly guided them to the small of her back, then smirked a little in the kiss when those hands slid a little further down and, of their own volition, squeezed Shampoo's delightful rump.
"Airen's girl body is too too cute," Shampoo said, pulling back to whisper in Ranma's ear. "Shampoo give it some training too. Yes?"
"T-training?" Ranma stammered. "What sort of training? Hey, cut this out! What's got into you all of a sudden?"
Shampoo's answer wasn't verbal, but rather made using two fingers. The middle and index fingers of her right hand trailed up the inside of Ranma's thighs and wasted no time in finding their target. Before Ranma even knew what was going on she was already knuckle deep inside - inside a place that Ranma never even imagined would have something inside it.
"Akane is slutty pet," Shampoo repeated, punctuating the sentence by licking Ranma's erect nipple. "Akane is airen and Shampoo's too too slutty pet."
"Sh-Shampoo cut this out already!" Ranma half begged, half moaned.
"Airen not being held down," Shampoo observed. "Is plenty strong. Can leave any time. Airen must like, yes? Is already playing with Shampoo's butt."
It took Ranma a moment to realise, but yes. Yes, she was. That couldn't be right, could it? She really shouldn't be going for this. Two girls, like this, it wasn't right. It was wrong. And yet she couldn't help but pull Shampoo's body closer. Instead of pushing away, she pulled this weird girl closer and then -
Shampoo suddenly slipped out of Ranma's grip, wrapped the towel around her waist and the entire experience vanished almost entirely from Ranma's conscious mind. H-Huh?
"Shampoo make dinner for both of us," she said while walking off. Ranma's vision felt weirdly drawn towards the girl's hips. Man, but she was so hot! "Ranma enjoy bath. Yes?"
"Y-yes..." Ranma mumbled to herself. Once Shampoo was out of the room Ranma slapped her cheeks. Focus, dummy! Oof, this wasn't like her at all. Getting hung up on some girl? Bah! Chicks were a distraction from martial arts! Then again, Shampoo was a pretty solid training partner. Now that she wasn't trying to kill her, it was like that girl's personality did a total flip. All Ranma could do was step into the bath, duck his head under the hot water and come back up with a raging erection. Oh, man! Just what he needed when he was guest in someone else’s household. Better to take care of that quickly in case that Chinese girl decided to pop up again for some reason.
Suddenly the dividing screen flew open revealing Shampoo standing there. Totally naked, and with a ravenous gleam in her eyes.
"Nihao airen!" Shampoo waved.
"H-Hey! What's the big idea?!" Ranma yelled, trying to cover himself and having quite limited success. "Shampoo, I thought you were going to make dinner!"
“Was going to do, but then remembered! First need to help with washing sparring partner, old tradition from village. Bad bad luck if not done.” The busty girl, puffing out her chest proudly while nodding to herself. Ranma couldn’t help but stare. Sure he had seen his own female body quite a bit by now, but there was just something else about another girl’s body that made his mouth water and thoughts turn to dangerous directions.
“Y-you don’t need to do that?!” Ranma called out, scrambling to cover his very hard penis. Goodness, this was all so embarrassing. It was so bad, he almost felt like all of this had been staged by someone.
"Yes Shampoo do," Shampoo solemnly said, reaching her right hand to brush Ranma's cheek. This was actually a distraction that enabled her left hand to reach her true target: Her hand delicately wrapped around Ranma's erect dick and began to gently stroke it. "This big hard thing need lots of cleaning. Yes?"
"Y-yes?" Ranma yelped. He should be stopping this. Right?
"Is good chance for Shampoo," the girl continued, smiling warmly at him while gently but firmly stroking him off. "Make airen used to Shampoo sexy body. Soon no can resist at all."
Then Shampoo stopped jerking him off and, with a serious expression on her face grabbed hold of Ranma's hand and pulled him out of the bath.
"Is too too important superstition in tribe," Shampoo said. "Warrior who train together bathe together. Must clean body to clean soul and mind. Yes?"
"I... I guess that makes sense..." Ranma mumbled. He felt dizzy. And aroused. Not just aroused. His balls were aching for release. Which was weird because all Shampoo had done was turn up naked, she hadn't touched more than his cheek or his hand.
"Then in future, we need to talk slutty pet Akane into bathing with us too," Shampoo said. "She so slutty, she try get clean by self she make self dirtier!"
Huh...? What was that about Akane? Almost as soon as the thought formed it vanished into the ether, only to get replaced with the realisation he was once again sitting on the cleaning stool. This time though, Shampoo was standing in front of him dangling a soap bottle in front of him.
A soap bottle that she then upended over her own breasts.
"This special cleaning technique, guaranteed to reach tough spots," Shampoo said, slipping behind Ranma and rubbing her breasts up and down his back. "Airen just relax. This not mean anything. Except that he accept Akane as slutty pet and Shampoo as wife."
Just after she said that Shampoo suddenly backed off, rubbing down Ranma's back with her hands instead of her breasts. But only for a few seconds before resuming with her boobs. This left Ranma feeling oddly confused. The experience of being washed by another girl was weird enough. The fact he was going along with it quite another. Throw in this weird feeling of growing arousal on top of that and this boy didn't have the faintest idea what was going on!
"Shampoo finish with this here," she said, popping in front of Ranma and leaning between his legs and - and pulling his hard dick in between her soft soapy breasts. "Is not healthy for warrior to be so pent up. It not healthy. Yes?"
"Y-yes!" Ranma yelled. Wait, no! This was a little too much wasn't it? He shouldn't let her do this to him! On the other hand, having his rock hard dick in between her big soapy tits was definitely setting off something nice inside of him.
"Mmm... Airen really like Shampoo by now. Yes?" Shampoo asked while bobbing her chest up and down. Ranma looked down at her warm and smiling face. She was pretty. So pretty. So sexy and strong. It was hard to believe that this girl spent about a month trying to kill him.
"Ah, this is a bit much isn't it?" Ranma asked. "Um... H-hang on a second here. Are you sure this is p-part of your village's traditions?"
"If airen no want it, that all he have to say!" Shampoo said, suddenly pulling away. "Ooh, but airen just about to blow his load. Make sure to think of Shampoo when jerk off. Bye bye!"
Ranma, of course, missed that last sentence. But he still remembered Shampoo’s incredible body pressing up against every single part of his. Ranma dumped a bucket of water over him, but for some reason it was warm rather than cold. So that didn’t help the twitching and hard rod between his legs.
“Shampoo…” He breathed out. Dammit she was hot. He had to admit it, she was a complete babe. Beautiful, sexy, and really strong. And now that she wasn’t trying to kill him and was just being nice and friendly he was finally noticing and his body was reacting to it. An image in his mind flashed of her enveloping his hard dick in those amazing tits. As that image formed in his imagination his hand gripped it, and he began mentally timing each pump with her imagined strokes.
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Hikaru Gosunkugi was not an athlete. Nor was he the sort of boy to exert himself all that much, really. His stamina was terrible, his maximum speed was lame. However! Such things were more psychological boundaries than physical.
Case in point: He was running twice as fast now as he would normally run in gym class, and for much longer too. Isn't it amazing what a little bit of absolute terror instilled in your soul will get you?
What was that?! What <i>was</i> that? Was it some kind of roleplay between the two of them? Was Ranma cheating on Akane with that foreign floozy? It didn't matter much either way. He'd done it. He'd taken a picture that would absolutely bring an end to the idea of Ranma Saotome and Akane Tendo as an item. It had happened on instinct and without a flash!
But... therein lay the problem. How to spread this around without getting murdered by a certain lavender haired psychopath and her pigtailed jerk of a boy toy?
"You're mumbling to yourself," a girl's voice whispered in his ear.
"Oh! How embarrassing," Gosunkugi said, turning around to see the smiling face of Akane's older sister, the Ice Queen of Furinkan High, Nabiki Tendo.
He began to run again. Unfortunately, his terror did not make up for his total lack of strength which meant that Nabiki was able to easily pinch his collar from behind between index finger and thumb, and this was entirely sufficient to keep him in place. In fact, it left him running with his legs slightly off the ground much as one might see in a cartoon.
"Well well. I was just on my way home, and what do I see but one of my sister's pervy stalkers running out full pelt with a camera, and muttering something to himself about my sister's not-as-pervy-as-sis-would-like fiance," Nabiki said.
"Eeeeeeek!" Gosunkugi screamed. "She's keeping up with me without even trying!"
Cue Nabiki Tendo sighing at the idiocy in front of her, which was so pedestrian she couldn't even enjoy it. “You know that I did train a little of martial arts in the past? Just because I dropped that doesn’t mean I am a total weakling like you.”
"Eeek, now she's threatening me with bodily harm!" Gosunkugi screamed, oblivious to the fact that Nabiki was merely holding him in place. Ah, now this was a little bit better. Not by much, but still an improvement.
"Give me the picture, or I take you to the police for trespassing on our property," Nabiki threatened. She didn't normally go so blunt. This time it seemed to be the only way to penetrate the wall of stupid surrounding his brain.
"Never! That picture is mine! Besides which, if you did they'd wind up seeing these pictures too!"
Nabiki shrugged. "Sorry what pictures would those be?"
"These ones!"
Too easy. It was almost a tragedy being so smart and surrounded with such idiots all the time. She wasn't really getting the chance to flex her muscles. It was the same way that Akane always complained that the only training partner worthwhile for a long time was Tatewaki Kuno, who always holding back when fighting her. Which meant that she had plowed right into a glass ceiling she could never... quite...
Nabiki's jaw dropped on seeing the picture in front of her. It was a picture taken in the dojo. A picture of Shampoo, topless. And Ranma, bottomless. The former giving head to the latter. This was well outside of Nabiki's expectations. With something like this she could easily destroy the both of -
<i>Nabiki was lying on her bed in the middle of the night. A beautiful foreign girl was towering over her, pressing a finger to the top of Nabiki's head while her other hand was down her pyjama bottoms working <b>magic.</b> "Also, Nabiki no let others find out truth. Distract with body if need to. Shampoo repeat until drilled into Nabiki's mind..."</i>
Gosunkugi put the picture away, but Nabiki felt... something. A big something. It shot down her spine like a rocket. She completely forgot about the content of the picture as soon as it was gone, but a distinct feeling... an impression had been left on her mind. It was something different. Something she should do. Right now. Right away without question.
"You want to destroy Ranma Saotome, don't you?" Nabiki asked the boy. "Well then. How about we see what I can do to help you there...?"
- Shampoo makes dinner for Ranma while continuing to seduce him.
- Ryoga Hibiki explains what's going on to Kuno.
- Suddenly Kodachi.
- Shampoo somehow discovers Ranma's cat fist training.
- Nabiki finds herself conditioned to seduce Gosunkugi to keep him quiet.
- Something else
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