Ranma felt just a little confused when Kasumi told him he needed to take a bath. He didn't think he was particularly dirty or smelly. But she had been insistent and Ranma was quickly learning that saying no to Kasumi's suggestions just couldn't be done. Kasumi had even given him a fresh towel for the task, which was more considerate than Kasumi's already very considerate usual.
"I mean I did take a bath this morning." Ranma grumbled, tossing clothing into the laundry basket. "Not like I've done any serious training today, just a bit of sparring with Shampoo and Akane, so why the hell am I having to get into the bat-"
He slid open the door to the bath, and saw Shampoo sitting on the washing stool. She was naked as the day she was born. "Nihao Master, are you ready for a bath?" She said, her voice a picture of innocence. She gave him this cute smile that hinted in no way that her being naked in the bath with him was anything unusual even deserved concideration!
Ranma quickly shut the door behind him, there were very few people he thought it would be safe to see the two of them in the same room naked. With Akane nowhere to be seen he really wished the bath had a lock. "What are you doing here!?" He asked her, his voice getting slightly higher pitched.
"Taking a bath Master." Shampoo said, her complete lack of modesty once again catching his eye. "Like you, I assume?"
Like hell she was just in here to take a bath. If Shampoo wanted to take a bath she'd be in the tub already, not sitting there waiting for him to show up. Now, it should be noted that despite his relationship with Shampoo advancing, in its own strange way, blunt physical intimacy was still a bit awkward. Especially since Ranma was still technically a virgin in his male form. So seeing Cute Girl he Liked Naked still set him on edge.
"Shampoo scrub Master's back?" Shampoo said, leaning forward in a way that made it clear she was being playful. She could speak the language pretty well by this point, but on occasion she slipped back into that talking pattern when she wanted to appear cute.
And damn if it didn't work, as little Ranma was attesting to quite vehemently. By this point Ranma had realized that for all her lip service to being nothing more than an obedient servant she clearly enjoyed teasing him like this. Well, as tempting as it was Ranma's general sense or pride would not let him give in to temptation so easily. "I'd rather not." he said, with only moderate difficulty.
"Oh, that's too bad." Shampoo said, leaning back and stretching her arms up. This, incidentally, pushed her breasts forward to be even more brazenly on display.
Ranma's hips involuntarily jutted forward for a second, and he saw her eyes lock on to them. Hah! He knew it! This was some game she was playing! Clearly it was time to try and turn this on her! "How about I wash your back? You do sooo much for me Shampoo." He turned her own innocent smile back at her.
"Master, that's far too good for me…" Shampoo said.
"I insist, Shampoo, sit there and let me scrub your back." Ranma ordered.
Shampoo straightened up, "If Master says so…" She said with some anticipation in her voice. She was clearly expecting more to be cleaned than her back! Which is where Ranma will get her! He'll just wash her back, and wait for her to get so desperate she's begging for what she really wants!
Ranma sat down on a stool behind her, getting a good view of her firm figure. Shampoo picked up one of the buckets and dumped the water over her head. The trails of cool water flowed over her, almost framing her body. Her skin was gleaming with an enticing aura, or maybe it was just the light playing off the water. Either way it was making him reevaluate the intelligence of this strategy.
Shampoo peered at him over her shoulder. "Well, Master?"
"Just getting the soap ready!" Ranma said, picking up the bar of soap, but his grip was, just a little, too tight and it flew out of his hands. It sailed through the air, landing in front of Shampoo. Right between her legs. OK, was the universe just fucking with him now? Still, he knew he had to persevere, Shampoo would be begging for Little Ranma by the end of this bath!
"I'll get it." he said, reaching around her waist and slipping his hand between her smooth thighs. Thighs which he had felt up before and had watched Akane make her scream by sticking her tongue down there a few days back. (Man and to think he used to freak out seeing Akane in her underwear.) Still, he could be quite precise when he needed to be and was able to pull the bar of soap out from between her legs without touching any part of Shampoo's body.
With that ordeal done, he began the process of washing Shampoo's back. Scrubbing the soap on her smooth skin, rubbing the cloth on her back. His lower brain was screaming at him to move a little bit around, to grab those parts of here that he knew were fun to squeeze. But not yet! Not until Shampoo herself asked instead of playing coy! He would resist! Think unsexy thought Saotome. Unsexy thoughts. Unsexy thoughts. Unsexy-
"Lower," Shampoo asked, her voice coming out in a husky breath. "I'm… dirty down there still."
Mechanically Ranma's hands slid down, scrubbing the small of her back, UNSEXY THOUGHTS UNSEXY THOUGHTS. Ignore how soft her skin was. Ignore the sweet scent of her hair. Ignore. Ignore. Ignore!
That's when the door to the bath slid open. Wait, he had put up the sign! Who was-
"Oh, there you two are." Akane said. She was, in a perverse sense of deja vu, wearing nothing but a small towel that didn't cover anything.
SEXY THOUGHTS. Ranma's hands stopped moving, his eyes trying to split their attention to the naked babe in front of him and the naked babe at the door. Which shows how frazzled Ranma's mind was, he was forgetting to be tsundere.
"Ah, Lady Akane, Master is washing my back, would you like me to wash yours once he's done?" Shampoo said.
Akane looked thoughtful, "No, if Ranma's doing you how about he wash my back too?"
Now, if Ranma was in a more functioning frame of mind he'd realize that Akane was being too calm about this, even despite the fact that they were in a more concrete relationship now. Which meant that they had planned this. But, alas, all Ranma was thinking right now was "All Thoughts are Sexy Thoughts" on repeat.
On that basis it was a good thing for his state of mind that his father didn't enter the room right about then. He would have been traumatized for life.
Shampoo dumped another bucket over her head, rinsing off the remaining suds, "Your turn Lady Akane."
Yes. It was Akane's turn. Shampoo guided Ranma's soapy hand onto her shoulder, and he was immediately struck by how different she felt to Shampoo. He was so focused on scrubbing Akane that he didn't notice the two girls sharing a victorious smile. His hands automatically wandered, covering every inch of Akane's back. It was funny. Ranma had never internally cataloged different kinds of appeal before, but now that his inhibitions were slowly shutting down his mind was wandering in those directions. Akane definitely had a lot more appeal on her lower backside compared to Shampoo. Shampoo's amazing chest was of course, amazing, but there was something to be said for Akane's childbearing hips and solid butt.
And you'd be hard pressed to get Ranma to admit which one he liked more. (When he wasn't in denial about Akane anyways, but that had been happening less and less once their relationship went physical.) For now though all he needed to do was wash Akane's back, rub the soap on her, squeeze her breasts and-
Wait. When had Akane turned around? Where did the soap and cloth go? His hands were just squeezing her chest!
"Told you I'd get Master ready." Shampoo said. "Now it's your turn Lady Akane. Show him that special technique we were practicing."
Special technique? His martial artist brain piped up for a second. What sort of special technique? Was it some esoteric technique from Shampoo's homeland? Maybe something from Mr. Tendo's part of the school, or maybe-
Or maybe it was Akane frenching his brain out. Right, Ranma suddenly remembered that "practice" was a euphemism for when it came to Akane and Shampoo. Her arms pulled him closer, not letting him move his hands from her chest. Akane had moved off the stool and was now straddling his waist, his erection was rubbing against her stomach, which was making it harder to think again.
Thinking was getting in the way of having a threesome with two hot girls. He should stop thinking.
"Is Master ready?" Shampoo asked, who was now leaning up against his back. All pretense of innocence was gone from her voice. "Ooh. I've been so patient. It was so tempting to jump you both. So glad that I waited, seduced you, drew you both in. Shampoo too too horny."
"I knew it!" Ranma said. "I knew you wanted Little Ranma!"
Shampoo didn't respond. Instead she simply slipped around him and pulled little Ranma into her mouth while Akane was busily running her tongue around his earlobe. "Little Ranma?" She giggled between nibbles. "I don't think it's that little.
Shampoo hummed in agreement, which did some interesting things to him.
"Y-you know, we haven't gone this far wi-with me as a guy!" Ranma stuttered out.
Shampoo pulled herself off Ranma's dick for long enough to say "First time for everything," before plopping it back in her mouth and sighing in genuine contentment.
"Err, just, uh... You wanna save it for something special?"
Akane rolled her eyes, "For what? Not like I'm saving myself for marriage, and we're already engaged."
That was a pretty good point. Most of the normal milestones in a relationship had already been skipped over by the pair. Unless you counted those times ice skating they hadn't even had a first date yet. But they were engaged and fooling around. Finally any semblance of a normal relationship ended once Shampoo entered it. This was an amazingly coherent line of thinking for him to maintain given that Akane was trying to suck his brain out through his ear while Shampoo was in the process of sucking it out thorough his dick.
Then again Ranma wasn't typically known for especially coherent thought under normal circumstances. Maybe getting sexed up to sufficient levels increased his intelligence instead of the opposite? Maybe he had achieved a sort of zen state from being smothered in affection from the two hottest girls he knew? It's a mystery. Though one he would be perfectly happy to solve.
"Move Shampoo, he's my fiance so I get first dibs." Akane ordered.
"Can't I decide-" Ranma gave a token protest, but Akane patted him on the cheek.
"Not for this sweetie." She said in a only slightly mocking tone. It was mostly affectionate.
Shampoo pulled out, Ranma could see a slight trail of drool as she parted, "Of course Lady Akane." She said, with a wink. Her hands went over to Akane's shoulders, helping guide Akane to her destination.
"It's weird, I never would have dreamed that I'd be the one to make the first - ngyahaha! Hooo... D-Definitely not 'little'!" Akane grinded her hips down, sliding down until Ranma was finally fully in there. "Wow.. ah.. This is a bit different then the other times…"
"Ohhh oh man." Ranma would agree with Akane if he could speak! "It's happening! It's happening!" Alright, technically speaking it had Happened but let Ranma have his moment.
Shampoo stepped back nodding happily. Finally she had gotten her Master and MIstress over their hang up! Now all they needed to do was decide it was time for babies and she could have Kasumi stop slipping birth control into their food!
"Uhh… a-anything else you'd like?" Ranma said.
"It's not enough for Master to just stick it in." Shampoo said.
"Y-yeah, you've been a girl, use your h-hands for stuff!" Akane ordered.
"How was I supposed to know that stuff wasn't just for one there isn't a dick?" Ranma said.
"Stop talking and start using your mouth for something useful!" Akane said, leaning in and taking over with another kiss. Ranma, for once taking the hint, started kissing her back while using one hand to dip down and rub her clitoris. Which lead to Akane picking up the pace, and Ranma's own hips thrust up. Up the pace went, the two lovers basically forgetting everything but their own bodies. Until finally, Akane screamed into Ranma's mouth.
Akane dropped back, panting. "N-nice…" She said. "Wow Ranma… how'd you hold it in?"
Good question! How had Ranma managed to hold back one of the most amazing sensations in his life? Well… "We can't leave Shampoo out." He said.
Akane grinned, "Oh right. Shampoo come over hereeee…"
Ranma didn't wait, he reached over and grabbed Shampoo's arm.
"Oh, you really want this now Master? Just after your fiancee-" Shampoo began, but Akane grabbed the slave girl and kissed her.
"So you see, that's why we need to work together, to free your lover from her self-imposed bondage and to help save my daughter's marriage!"
Mousse nodded, "Hmm yes I see. I've never heard of something so tragic in my life!" He said to a nearby tree.
"Are you OK boy?" Genma asked. There were some colorful characters in the Martial Arts world and Genma was wondering if this Mousse fellow had a complete deck of cards.
"Never better, Madam." Mousse said.
Genma turned to his oldest friend, the man who he considered a brother in all but blood. "And you want me to train this guy to beat my son." He said in a darkly accusing tone.
"He says he's a master of the ancient Joketsuzoku Hidden Weapons Style." Soun said, a bit worryingly.
"Indeed. I'm the strongest male fighter of my age group." Mousse said with a hint of pride.
Genma coughed to deflate this bubbling ego "Seeing how as it's called Tribe of Women Heroes where does that place you in the totem pole?" He asked.
"Err… sixth strongest overall?" Mousse admitted sheepishly.
Right, sixth of his age group. Genma recalled the feats Shampoo was capable of pulling, not as talented as his son but she was no slouch. Plus she made up for her relatively less talent than Ranma with a ruthlessness that made him glad she wanted to follow Ranma's lead for some reason. "Are you better or worse than Shampoo?" He asked
Mousse frowned, "I have to admit I'm a little bit better than her, being in the age group above hers and all. She hadn't learned the major secret techniques of her family yet…" Tears began to build up in his eyes, "And never will if I don't save her from that awful, thieving, son of a wh-"
A sign clattered down upon Mousse's head. It was engraved with the image of a pretty woman in a kimono, with a sword shaped bundle of cloth over her shoulder. "You're talking about my son boy." Genma said.
"You're going to help me beat him though!?" Mousse said.
"Yes, through a dirty trick I have in reserve." Genma said folding his arms seriously., "Nothing more, it'll be a one shot trick, you understand. My son won't fall for it twice. He's too well trained to lose to the same technique twice."
Oh boy, oh boy! Shampoo sure had trained Akane in how to use her tongue!
After releasing himself inside Shampoo, Akane had gotten the brilliant idea to make Ranma a girl to continue. At first he had protested, but then she'd kissed him again and - well, Ranma had lost to her technique a second time in quick succession. Not that he - or should that be she - minded losing all that much right now.
"The art of hidden weapons involves constantly catching your opponent off guard." Mousse said. "Like so!" In a flash dozens of chains flew out of his robes and immediately hitting Soun, wrapping him up and slamming him against the tree he had been talking to earlier. "Oh, pardon me sir!" he said to the tree. "I should be more careful not to involve civilians."
"Tendo why didn't you dodge that?" Genma asked.
"He caught me off guard!" Soun protested.
"Exactly like I said!" Mousse said. "So, when can I challenge this… person… who my beloved Shampoo is trapped serving due to her own sense of honor?"
"I'd give it a week to get you up to shape." Genma said. "Also, Tendo, when was the last time you seriously practiced?"
"Err… I think it was before Akane accidentally broke my wrist… when she was twelve?" Soun admitted, still wrapped up in chains. "She's disturbingly driven when the mood strikes her Saotome." As in, she had more talent than him and he had quickly ran out of the ability to teach her more. Akane should thank the gods that she stumbled across two martial arts geniuses willing to help her improve.
Alas, Genma had nothing to be thankful for. He groaned with the annoying revelation that his old training partner was out of practice. So this was all on him, and he hated extra work.
"Soon Shampoo, I'll free you from your misery!" Mousse declared, "And then we'll find and kill that Ranma girl together!"
"...let's not get too hasty." Genma said.
The three were now actually bathing. Relaxing in the furo after their weekly dose of torrid kinky sex. Ranma had to admit, losing his virginity again made life feel so much better. So much nicer.
Plus, watching Akane and Shampoo cuddle in the bath was like seeing a great work of art.
"So, Shampoo." Akane said, "What is with that Mousse guy?"
"Wait, Mousse 'guy'? Isn't that the word you cooked up for that safe-word thing?" Ranma said.
"I could not think of a word that better would describe me completely hating what's going on then his name, Master." Shampoo explained. "He was, err, a 'childhood friend' and has been in love with me since as long as I've known him."
"How bad was he?" Akane asked.
"Worse than Kuno." Shampoo said, grimly. "He chased off any other boys I could have interacted with… and he didn't exactly indear me to any of the girls my age." Shampoo sighed, "I pretty much grew up alone, with him constantly harassing me."
"So what, is that why you were so eager to run off?" Ranma said.
"Kind of…" Shampoo said, "I was glad to be free of him while looking for you, Master. Though I didn't realize I liked serving you until a bit into it. It was more of a consolation prize, really." She shivered, "But now he's here! How the hell did he find me? Blind dumb luck!?"
"Is he blind?" Akane asked. "He thought I was a boy for some reason."
Ranma's eyes flicked down to Akane's chest. Her fantastic chest which he would never compare negatively to any female form's again. "How?"
"Not literally, but he's incredibly nearsighted. But he won't wear his glasses because he thinks they make him look stupid." Shampoo said.
"But he's fine acting like an idiot?" Akane said.
"He is an idiot, he just thinks that he needs to look cool for me." Shampoo said, "No matter how much I tell him to leave me alone he never did!" She shuddered, "And now he has an in! If… if he challenges the two of you and wins he can take me!"
"So all I have to do is beat him?"
"You underestimate his stupidity. He won't give up with just one win!"
"Then how do we get rid of him?"
"I could kill him. I'm not part of the village anymore." Shampoo said. "Before my family would get in trouble but there aren't any Joketsuzoku witness and he'd never see it coming."
"Shampoo, we're not going to let you kill him." Akane said. She had to be in a bad state, she hadn't brought up murder in weeks.
Shampoo slumped against the side of the bathtub, "Then I'm all out of ideas."
"Whatever, this Mousse guy can't be that tough." Ranma said, "If he's like Kuno then I'll just keep pounding the idiot every time he shows up."
"I mean, he isn't as good as Ranma, right?" Akane asked.
"Not when I last saw him, no."
Akane nodded, "Then it's no problem, no matter how many times he challenges Ranma he'll win, we don't have anything to worry about."
"Now listen here boy, what I'm about to teach you can not be revealed except to defeat my son once." Genma said.
Mousse nodded, trying not to laugh maniacally. Soon, Akane, you'll be defeated by my hands and Shampoo will be free!