A morning routine is a really good way to establish the course of your day. It sets the tone for everything else. Puts you in the right mood and frame of mind after waking up. For Soun Tendo, it was simple enough. He would arise, bathe, dress and sit at the table to appreciate the morning view of his garden while awaiting breakfast. The only interruption in the interim would be checking the mail. Quiet contemplation to ease his mind into the new day.

For Kasumi, his eldest, she would start out her day primarily by creating that breakfast for the others to enjoy. She enjoyed cooking and had done so ever since she became sufficiently skilled at it. It was quiet and would set her body into the automatic action that she would undertake for most of the rest of the day. It would also serve as a nice reminder, did they need to pick up any more food?

Nabiki would arise from her bed like a hungover sloth, internally promising herself that if she ever met the anthropomorphization of the morning she would surely find a way to blackmail him/her into bankruptcy. She would then reluctantly place her jar full of coins back into its hiding spot under her bed, as she had been hugging it all night like some might cuddle a teddy bear, peel her eyes open and then set about planning to make everyone else as miserable as she was right at that very moment.

Genma Saotome would wake up by tossing his son out of the window and going from there. He wasn't a big forward planner.

Then there was Akane, whose morning routine had recently undergone something of a change. She used to wake herself up and get her muscles ready by going for a quick jog around the block. She still did that. However, before that she had recently added a whole new step that went first.

These days she would start off by having a nuclear hot lavender-haired Chinese girl sitting in her lap, with their lips pressed firmly together. She savoured those soft lips with her tongue, and not just the tip either. She was taking deliberate care to stroke and caress them with every inch she could manage, while also struggling for dominance over Shampoo's tongue in a bizarre wrestling match focused on but a single muscle each.

Shampoo's hands rested gently on Akane's shoulders, while Akane's were uncertain where they wanted to be, what they should be touching. Legs? Back? Butt? The back of her head? They were all good options, but she was so indecisive about it that she couldn't help but have both of her hands work a slow and steady trail.

Then in a truly agonising moment, their lips parted. Shampoo smiled down at her. Akane smiled back. "There!" Shampoo nodded. "Akane now much better kisser. Master be too too satisfied with Lady Akane's affection now."

"Sure..." Akane mumbled dreamily. "But I could probably do with a little more training."

"Of course, Lady Akane!" Shampoo chirped happily. The slave then rose to her feet and smoothed down her dress while Akane's gaze lingered lovingly on her body. There wasn't a single solitary inch of her that Akane didn't adore watching in motion, so she took the chance to do so as Shampoo walked out of the room before sighing wistfully, putting on her jogging gear and then resuming her more usual routine.

Meanwhile, Shampoo had her own morning routine now and it was time for the next part. She strolled through the house with a light spring in her step, and passed by the garden just in time to see her Master and his too, too dumb father sparring in the air above them. As a former warrior she could certainly appreciate the athletic competition, and could see that there were quite a few strengths to her Master's fighting style. It seemed to focus on outmaneuvering the opponent rather than overpowering them. Speed over strength. Quite novel, and very attractive. Were he not engaged and she not his slave, she might have even considered him a worthwhile husband.

Unfortunately on this particular day it seemed that the idiot father's skill in martial arts was a little bit better than Master's. There was a loud splash, and then the sound of a too, too cute pigtailed girl stomping off inside the house while Shampoo meekly followed closely behind.

"Ugh, stupid of me," girl form Ranma grumbled in a most unfeminine manner. "I oughta have blocked that! Why didn't I see it coming?"

"Dumb old panda is smart in only one way," Shampoo said. "Martial arts only good thing he know to do. He use attack to create blind spot, strike from there. Too, too clever and subtle. Easy to describe in theory, hard to spot in practise."

The two cute girls had gone off towards the bathroom together. Shampoo skipped ahead and slid open the door, then bowed as Ranma passed her by. Once she was inside, Shampoo followed, flipped the sign and closed the door. Once the pair were alone Shampoo removed Ranma's clothing one piece at a time. Not that she was wearing too much to begin with. After all, Ranma tended to sleep in just a tanktop and boxers.

"You don't need to do this, you know," Ranma sighed, but made no physical effort to stop her. After the massage incident a few weeks ago it seemed kind of silly to protest something like this.

"Shampoo want to please Master," she said. "And also help Master get used to touch of a woman. That way, able to please Lady Akane even more!"

For his - or her - part, Ranma shuddered and let her get on with it. Shampoo slid her hands across Ranma's stomach and peeled the wet article of clothing away from her skin, then smoothed her soft but powerful hand underneath, pulling her own body close to Ranma's back before tugging it up, and simultaneously caressing Ranma's body. When the hemline reached her breasts Shampoo shifted her grip, but didn't seem to notice that this new grip made her thumbs rub over Ranma's nipples, which were already erect from the cold water. Then at last the tanktop was discarded, tugged over head and sleeves pulled off her arms.

A month ago this would have been the most erotic thing that had ever happened to Ranma Saotome. On this particular day, it didn't even register in the top ten. Still, it was very hot, the male mind inside that girl's body couldn't help but wander, and it got worse when Shampoo pulled down her boxers with equally sensual contact.

He imagined stepping out of the boxers, then turning around and ordering Shampoo to kiss him. Then for some reason, his girl form and Akane would be on either side of his slave, looking at him with big pleading eyes. Then Shampoo and his girl form would turn towards each other and kiss with passion unmatched by anything else save the fires in Akane's eyes as she pushed him forward, made him sit on the stool and grabbed hold of the sides of his head.

"Tell me how sexy I am," she would demand. "And if you lie, you get punished..."

Then suddenly cold water poured over her, and Ranma was brought back to the real world. She felt pressure on her back as Shampoo began to scrub it with her breasts, soap trapped within her cleavage.

"Shampoo, isn't this a little much?" Ranma whimpered.

"Not yet," Shampoo answered. "Must prepare Master Ranma to satisfy Lady Akane. Her kisses get too, too good. Even Shampoo look forward to training with her now..."

And that was how Ranma started his day. More consistently aroused than he had ever been in his entire life. The fact that he hadn't snapped yet was really quite impressive, but his willpower did him credit. While others would have cracked already, it would take a whole year of this treatment for Ranma to reach his limits.

Not that Akane's willpower was all that much lesser. True enough, she was capable of resisting in part because she was getting a little sugar from Shampoo, but that was as far as she was taking things for the time being. She was holding on by one simple thread of thought: She won't make another play for Ranma until he makes a play for her. Stubborn pride was winning out over lust in the longer term.

So that's how the occupants of the Tendo household began their days. What about other people? For example, how does a certain bleary eyed young man with a camera start his day?


Hikaru Gosunkugi was the kind of boy that never got any attention. He was easy to ignore. Blended into the background to a trivial degree. Yet here he was, standing at the head of a group of mostly girls (which surprised him for reasons that would soon become apparent) preparing to make a speech.

Isn't it funny how things will change?

"L-Ladies and gentlemen," he began, then cleared his throat when they all looked right at him. "Th-this is the second weekly meeting of the anti-Ranma club!"

Polite applause. He pressed a button, and the projector showed a clip of a picture of Ranma Saotome (boy form), flashing a victory pose and cheeky grin at the camera. There was also a red circle around his face and a cross through the circle.

"S-So, after a productive meeting last week, we've been provided with some really good pictures so far of Akane Tendo, M-Miss Shampoo and even the mysterious pigtailed girl!" Gosunkugi nodded. The girls elbowed each other meaningfully, and the boys quirked an eyebrow at their antics. "Ahem! Unfortunately the core issue still needs to be addressed. How do we persuade Ranma Saotome to stay away from Akane Tendo?"

"And away from the pigtailed girl!"

"Away from Shampoo, you mean! She's my waifu!"

"Away from all three of them! They'd be much cuter together!"

Oh boy. That's the problem here, this whole organisation was a coalition of shippers. He wasn't even sure how exactly he'd wound up in charge, and the fact there were so many girls here was... A little unusual but also kind of hot the more he thought about it. The best and most reasonable place for them to start was to investigate Ranma Saotome. Learn everything about it. Put together the puzzle that is their mortal foe!

AKA: Stalk him like pretty much everybody in the club was stalking Akane.


Akane let out a contented sigh at the taste of breakfast. The entire family had, of course, gathered for the morning meal. It was when the family got together and greeted the day before heading off. The table was getting rather full. Before Ranma showed up each member would get their own side. Now it was getting rather crowded. Soun and Genma took the heads, with Kasumi and Nabiki on one side. And on the side facing the yard sat Akane, Ranma, and Shampoo. Shampoo being the the latest addition to the household, she sat between Ranma and Akane.

Akane missed the annoyed look Soun gave her as she sat down between fiances. Shampoo, for her part, had made sure both of them had food served up first before taking her seat, and took care to have a smaller serving than her Master. This being Ranma Saotome, it was not a particularly difficult task. The boy had an appetite to put hippos to shame.

"So, Shampoo." Kasumi said, "How has school been?"

"Ah." Shampoo sat down her chopsticks. "Very interesting. Educational. Though boys keep asking Shampoo out."

"Well you're a very pretty young girl." Soun said hopefully.

"Ah but Shampoo have to say no." She said. "Make sure to tell them Shampoo belong to Master."

Ranma had been in the middle of eating a particularly large piece of fish, but suddenly the ability to swallow eluded him. "W-what have you been telling them?" He asked.

Akane groaned, "Shampoo you're giving people the wrong-"

"Also some girls ask Shampoo out. Explain that Shampoo belong to Lady Akane too."

Akane hit her head on the table. "The very wrong idea."

Shampoo blinked. "But it true?"

"Not in the way they're thinking of." Ranma muttered. He made a mental note to do damage control later. Explain that Shampoo couldn't date due to some martial arts ascetic thing or something. He was a student of Genma Saotome, he could bullshit an explanation easily enough.

I mean, sure they had done some things. But he didn't want people to know about it. They might think he and Akane were perverts taking advantage of the cute foreign girl's naivete. When the opposite sometimes felt closer to the truth.


Hikaru Gousenkugi was a man on a mission. His objective was simple, get rid of Ranma Saotome so he could get his stalking target true love Akane Tendo back!

One little problem.

"And what the hell is this garbage!" A voice said behind him.

"Excuse me? Don't you dare touch my doujinshi!" Another voice said.

"This… this is Shampoo? That submissive ditz is in no way appropriate for Akane!"

"What? And let me guess, you think that dumb pigtailed girl who stole that Boys name is so much better? Now give me that back! I need to make copies for distribution!"

"President tell the Treasurer to stop wasting Club Funds on something like that!"

"Excuse me? President! Tell the Vice-President that my doujinshi is vital to the society!"

Now, one with a bit more spine would start shouting at the two young women behind to stop this dumb argument. Alas, Hikaru had only slightly more spine than your average worm. "Um… excuse me?"

"Well, President?" The two girls pressed up into his face at once.

First, there was Kyoko Matsuoka, the Vice-President of the Anti-Ranma Club. A short young lady with pale skin and long black hair (Done with a Hime Cut even) and glasses. She was the only member who knew Hikaru before this club was founded. Being the Vice-President, and only other member, of Furinkan High's Occult Club. (Which, on paper, the Anti-Ranma Club still was. Many teachers were wondering about the recent surge of interest in Occultism.) They had shared interests. Namely creepy magic and Akane Tendo, so they had gotten along… well enough. Though while Hikaru had wanted Akane for himself Kyoko was content to live vicariously through Akane's life and sigh dramatically whenever she was brought up.

She had immediately fallen in love with the mysterious Pig-Tailed Girl and decided that she was to be Akane's True Love, and nothing would dissuade from that. Of course, the pictures of the two embracing in a tree, an umbrella in the Pigtailed Girl's hand, Kyoko had taken with her telephoto camera did look pretty incriminating.

Next, there was the Treasurer, Alice Rosario. A tall, blonde, dark skinned girl. She was the daughter of pair of Otaku who had moved to Japan from the southwestern United States shortly after she had been born. She had inherited their love of anime, video games, and of course Yuri. Shampoo trailing along, obeying Akane like a loyal knight triggered all her fetish points. So upon learning that this man dared lay claim on such a beautiful princess... ? She had to do something, and so had quit the anime club and became the treasure of the Anti-Ranma Club! For the sake of her Shipping Goggles!

Of course, Alice and Kyoko got along famously. That is to say they famously did not get along at all. They were the two hardliner leaders of the biggest factions in the Anti-Ranma club. (Followed by the ones who wanted a threesome pairing, and finally the smallest one wanting Akane for themselves. This last group consisted mostly of Hikaru and the boys who had once attacked her in the mornings.)

"Ah… er… if it's budgeted right…" Hikaru mumbled… "Maybe if you want some comic of your own, Matsuoka?

"What? Why on earth I waste my time drawing something for her!" Alice immediately jumped in to complain.

"I… didn't… I mean…." Hikaru said, trying to take control and desperately failing.

"Hah! Why would I want your awful scribbles anyways?" Kyoko jeered.

"Excuse me? I'll have you know my doujinshi's sold out every year we've gone to Comiket since I was 8!" Alice snapped back, her pride pricked.

A pause.

"Uh… why were your parents taking an 8 year old to Comiket?" Kyoko asked. Before shaking her head, "Nevermind! President! Aren't we here on an important task?"

"Don't try and change the subject Kyoko!" Alice said, "You always do that when-"

"Yes!" Hikaru finally managed to say, "We're here on a mission to try and figure out how to separate Saotome from Akane, remember?"

"Yup." Kyoko pulled out an envelope. "All the club members with useful skills like photography and sorcery…" A pointed glance at Alice, "Have been trailing Saotome for the past week or so. Trying to suss out any weak points."

"Give me those." Alice said, opening the envelope and flipping through the photographs. A frown formed on her face, deepening with each photo. "Um… Ranma's posing in every photo here."

"What?" Hikaru asked, grabbing some of the photos from the stack. Sure enough, each picture was Ranma giving a "v" sign, thumbs up, or obviously posing in some way with him directly looking at the camera.

"Oh that bastard!" Alice suddenly shouted, before throwing the photo she had last been looking at to the ground.

Kyoko and Hikaru leaned over to look at it. It was a photo with both Ranma and Shampoo in a park. Shampoo's arms were wrapped around Ranma's neck in a hug Ranma's left hand was cupping Shampoo's rear. Both of them giving a "V" sign to the camera, though only Ranma was looking at them. Shampoo's eyes were closed, kissing Ranma on the cheek.

"Wait… I recognize that park. I took photos of them there just yesterday…" Hikaru said. How on earth did Ranma and Shampoo both notice him, get into the right pose, and do it all fast enough in the space it took to take a picture. Then go back to their stroll in the park with Akane without him noticing?


"Think photo people still follow?" Shampoo asked.

It was almost time for school. Ranma and Shampoo waiting outside the gate for Akane to show up.

Ranma shrugged, "Not like they're doing anything really annoying." A grin formed on his face, remembering the "goofy" pose he had thought of doing yesterday. Shampoo's butt sure fit nicely in his hand…

"Bye Kasumi!" Akane called out as she walked out the gate. She, the only one of the three wearing a school uniform, stopped and finally leveled a glance at Ranma. "Can't you wear the school uniform?"

Ranma rolled his eyes. "Why me? What about Shampoo?"

Akane peered over Shampoo, taking note of the almost form fitting qipao, showing off plenty of her legs thanks to the slits on the side, before returning back to looking at Ranma. This time with a flat glare quietly asking if he was an idiot.

Ranma got the point quickly, and the three began walking to school. Ranma leaping up on the fence, Akane walking down on the sidewalk beside him, and Shampoo trailing behind them both.

"Roar!" That's when a blonde girl in a tiger-striped bikini, a hair clip with plastic horns, and a foam club jumped in front of them.

All three stopped. "Uh…" Ranma said. "Hi?"

The girl waved the club threateningly at them.

Shampoo blinked. "Master? This normal for Japanese person?"

"Uh… no?" Ranma said.

It was Akane who recognized the person, "Ah, wait, isn't that Rosario?"

The girl stumbled from her attempts at being scary. "T-Tendo! You re-re-recognize me!?"

"Yeah she goes to our school. She's big on cosplay and stuff like that." Akane smiled, "Nice costume! Though… are you going to wear that to school."

Blushing, Alice simply shook her head, "Uh… bye!" She ran off, leaving the foam club behind.

"I think she was supposed to be an oni." Ranma commented.

Another block, and as they turned a corner.

"Killed me… You killed me!" Towering over them, a pale and gaunt face, wearing white with candles lit all over him. A ghost!

"Eeeeeekkkkkkk!" Akane shrieked, jumping up and latching onto Ranma's arm. Which pulled him off the fence and caused them both to fall to the ground in a heap.

Shampoo, not being in a tangle of limbs, calmly walked over to the "ghost" and tugged at it.

"H-hey what are you doing!" A voice inside the robes shouted, before the girl and the boy standing on her shoulders fell over, their costumes ruined.

Shampoo glanced back to Ranma and Akane. In the process of falling Ranma had fallen on top of Akane, and somehow both his hands were on her chest, and they both were staring into each other's eyes… before they separated, faces red.

Shampoo sighed. She still had a lot of work ahead of her.

"Know these guys Akane?" Ranma asked, quickly trying to turn the subject away from what had just happened.

Akane glanced at the two. "Err… nope? Can't say I've seen them before. We really should get to school Ranma." Without even sparing either a second glance, the two ran off to Furinkan, Shampoo running behind them.


"President!" Alice, still in her Oni costume, ran over to the collapsed ghost pair. "Akane knows my name!"

"Oh no fair!" Kyoko shouted, "I bet it's just because you stupidly stand out!"

"Oh, and Ranma's not scared of monsters I think." Alice pouted.

"Nor ghosts." Hikaru managed to get out.

"Well that's no good. What other costumes do we have?" Kyoko said.

"What if it's something like heights?" Alice said.

"Don't be dumb! You've seen how he climbs fences!"

"I didn't mean just that! Like maybe something not big and obvious like bugs or water… he does act a little weird around drinking fountains!"

Hikaru groaned as the two girls began arguing again, sorely tempted to just start beating his head against the concrete.

That's when an ear piercing scream, one most importantly a male one, sounded from a short distance away.

"That sounded like Saotome!" Hikaru shouted, and in an instant the trio, focused on their mission, ran over to the source.

Sure enough, Ranma was standing on top of a street light for some reason, while Akane and Shampoo were both looking up at him.

"What happened here?" Alice asked.

Akane glanced back at them. "Oh, it's Rosario and… ah… err…"

"Hikaru Gousenkugi. I'm in your class.." Hikaru said despondently.

"Really?" Akane said, "Uh… Shampoo?"

"No recognize ghost boy either."

It was at that point Ranma jumped down, giving the three a glare. "The hell are you costume groupies doing here?"

"Ah… we… ah…." Hikaru stuttered.

"We heard shouting, Saotome. So we came to see what's up." Kyoko said quickly.

Ranma snorted, "Nothings up. Come on Akane, Shampoo, we need to go to class." He snapped, turning around and walking.

"Yes Master!" Shampoo said. (Alice clenched her fists), and trailed behind him.

Akane shrugged, "Well, see you at class… err…. Sentaro!" She said before following behind.

Hikaru fell to his knees. "She forgot my name that quickly!"

"Err…. what is your name President?" Alice asked.

Hikaru glared at her.


Following behind, Shampoo found herself frowning.

While Akane had been too busy looking everywhere but at Ranma to notice, Shampoo had seen exactly what had happened to make her Master suddenly so afraid. The creature had leapt in out of nowhere, bounding out from over a house's wall, landing in front of Ranma.

With no time to prepare he had reacted by screaming and jumping back and away from it, landing on top of a lamppost.

Now, once again Shampoo's found she had another secret about her Master to unravel. Purely to protect him, of course.

Though, Shampoo couldn't understand it at all. Why on earth had Ranma been so scared of a housecat?