Ranma had seen some strange martial arts styles in his life, but Martial Arts Maidery was up there. The hardest part was the division of roles. It was distinctly unequal compared to some other team up styles he had seen. The "Master" spent most of the time directing the Maid. Directly attacking your opponent was forbidden, you could only act defensively until the Maid came to rescue you. So contests between two Martial Arts Maid pairs involved a complex dance of the Maids trying to beat the Masters as directed by them while the Masters tried to survive against the opposing maid without needing to be bailed out so that their Maid could win.
"OK! I need some water now!" Ranma said. They had started with tea but as you can imagine drinking so much tea for practice was tiresome. Of course, while he asked for water he was also dodging swings from a shinai held by Akane.
"Hold still!" Akane said, each swing getting closer and closer to hitting Ranma.
"Coming with water!" Shampoo said, happily charging with a teacup with water in it. She had to get past Akane. This was more difficult than it used to be. If Akane could derail Shampoo's attempt to serve Ranma then she had to retreat and get more water, thus giving Akane more time to bean him. Shampoo ran past Akane, but then Akane lashed out and grabbed the cup!
"Ah!" Shampoo turned around and ran back to the pile of teacups with water in them on the other side of the dojo.
"Why'd you just let her grab it!" Ranma complained.
"Because, Master, you didn't order me to defend it!" Shampoo said.
"Oh Damn it!" Ranma grumbled. This was stupid! How did anybody fight like-
Bonk. "I win!" Akane said happily, having finally beaned Ranma on the head with her shinai. She looked far too amused about this.
"Ugg I can't just micromanage everything!" Ranma threw his hands up in the air.
"The Maid is supposed to be the extension of the Master's Will." Shampoo said, "Doing something without your command is not allowed in this fight."
Ranma was sure there had to be some trick. It didn't help that Shampoo was wearing a very skimpy maid outfit that left plenty to the imagination, so watching Shampoo too hard led to difficulties. Tremendously hard difficulties. Shampoo inspired those sorts of thoughts. Plus despite proclaiming herself Ranma's devoted slave most of the time Ranma just asked her for things based off loose guidelines and she cheerfully interpreted those her own way.
"It's like Kendo." Akane said, "You've got to follow the rules even if they're weird."
"Yeah well the rules are stupid." Ranma grumbled. "This has to be some rich old pervs wanting to see cute girls in maid outfits running around and fighting."
"Either way we've got to deal with the rules Master." Shampoo said, standing in such a way that her skirt swayed just enough to hint at her lacy panties. Which drew the eyes of both of Shampoo's masters. Both of them were kind of used to their attraction to Shampoo by now and could stand simply showing her affection when needed. But now that she was dressed up like several different fantasies it was only the drive to win at martial arts that kept them focused.
"OK, this time Akane you're the defending 'Master'." Ranma said, "So, Shampoo, the can you mop the floor?"
"Yes Master!" Shampoo said, grabbing the mob and sliding on the dojo floor towards Akane. She went bent over to mop as fast as possible. This gave Akane a perfect view of Shampoo's cleavage, which Akane had buried her head into more than once. She had been staring at Shampoo in this outfit for hours, and now she felt the urge to check how it felt. So it was that she was knocked off her feet by Shampoo's mop. "Woah!"
"Uh, great Shampoo! Now, uh, Mop again!" Ranma said. Shampoo spun around, this time causing her skirt to flare up enough for Ranma to see a portion of her rear end, her lacy panties clinging tightly to it. "Errk!" He made some noise that might have been a command, but nothing that could be understood.
Akane shot up, she wasn't going to be hit by Shampoo again! She stood up, faced her maid, and jumped to the side to avoid the next mop attack!
And immediately hit Ranma, and both of them collapsed in a messy tangle. Both fiances hit the ground with a loud groan. Ranma had ended up on top of Akane, straddling her waist and leaning into her, while Akane's legs had wrapped around Ranma's waist and her hands were pushing up against her chest.
Shampoo looked over at them, a smile coming up. "Ah you two look cute together like that."
"You mean I look good and she basks in it." Ranma said.
"You're not nearly cute enough to improve me." Akane said in a much dryer tone. But despite the light bickering neither moved for some time. Finally Akane looked back to Shampoo. "This isn't working. Ranma you're just not leading her like the style needs! You saw the way they beat Kuno, you've got to command her every step."
"In Martial Arts Maidery, I'm almost a weapon you wield." Shampoo said.
"You've both got the basics of your fighting styles down. You just need to get used to ordering." Akane said, untangling herself from her fiance. She had felt his reaction to her body being so close, but didn't feel the need to comment on it. It was normal by this point. "I'm going to lock the dojo, and we're going to get down you ordering Shampoo."
"...how is locking supposed to help?" Ranma said.
"Because here's how we're going to do it. Shampoo, the only thing you're allowed to do without an order until we're done is stand and breathe." Akane headed over to the dojo doors, making sure they were locked. It wouldn't do for anybody to wander in, who knows what they'd see. Well, Akane was hoping Ranma would go in that direction, if how his crotch had felt was any indication he might get the idea. "You will do everything else, exactly, as 'Master Ranma' orders it.
Shampoo let go of the mop, letting it clatter uselessly to the ground. She stared at Ranma. It was a bit unnerving to tell the truth, "Uh, Shampoo? Did you hear Akane?"
Shampoo didn't say anything.
Akane tapped Ranma on the shoulder, "You have to tell her to answer the question."
"Err, tell me if you heard Akane." Ranma said.
"Yes Master. I heard her." Shampoo answered in a clipped tone. She was smiling. Something told her this might be a fun game to play even after they won this match!
Ranma looked between the two women in her life. Both of them looked amused now. Right, so this might not be a bad idea. Cooking up a training game to help him get past the block might work!
"Remember Ranma, you're the Master. The only thing you can do is order your maid." Akane said, she knew she needed to push Ranma to get him to win.
"So what, if I want to scratch myself I gotta tell Shampoo to do it?"
"That's the rule!" Akane said. She pushed Ranma closer to Shampoo. Master and Maid, within arms reach. Akane leaned over Ranma's back. "So what now Ranma?"
Ranma felt his throat dry up. Suddenly he understood why Akane had locked the dojo up. If he was going to get used to micromanaging Shampoo, why not do it in a fun way? He had just said this entire martial arts style was clearly a fetish thing. Why not lean into that?
"Shampoo," Ranma began, "Lift up your skirt."
With nod Shampoo obeyed, gripping both sides of her skirt like she was going to do a curtsy, but instead of bowing she lifted them up. Showing her Masters her black, french cut lace panties. Ranma's hand instinctively reached out, but Akane's shinai slapped it down.
"You can't do anything Ranma, you've got to order Shampoo." Akane said, her expression was smug. That was bad! He had already been a little excited from just her outfit and Akane falling on him! But seeing her expose herself like that was making his pants risk tearing!
Ranma looked over Shampoo, her legs were trembling slightly now, her thighs slightly rubbing together. He supposed he could order her to do something about that, but what kind of maid would be concerned with her own pleasure before others? "Undo your blouse." Silent obedience followed, she released her skirt and unbuttoned her blouse. Since this was not the sort of outfit one could wear a bra with the moment her top was allowed to hang lose Ranma got a good look at her breasts, with light pink nipples standing straight up. This time Ranma resisted the urge to feel them up.
Akane, who wasn't bound by any such rule, walked over to Shampoo and gave her chest a solid grope with the hand that wasn't holding a shinai. Shampoo gasped, "Ah, Lady Aka-"
WHAP! Akane swung the shinai without hesitation, hitting Shampoo's rear under her skirt. "Master Ranma did not tell you to talk." Akane said sternly, and Ranma felt his pants tighten even further. Akane had slipped into dom mode, if Shampoo didn't have her dinner in her pet bowl tonight Ranma would eat his gi.
"Apologize to Akane for messing up." Ranma said.
"I'm sorry for speaking out of turn, Lady Akane." Shampoo said, bowing briefly in apology.
Akane smiled, "I forgive you." She leaned in and kissed Shampoo on the lips, still groping her chest. There was something enjoyable about seeing them kiss. In fact, "Shampoo come put my hands on your chest."
Akane looked at Ranma slyly, "I think that's bending the rules."
"Oh I'm sorry but I can't hear you over my sexy maid putting my hands on her boobs." Ranma said, because Shampoo was doing just that. Her hands gripped his wrists and pulled them up to her chest left. He took a moment to enjoy her firm breasts and roll her nipples through his fingers. Shampoo let out quiet gasps, her eyes closed and she leaned in closer to him. "Kiss me." He ordered her. Shampoo happily obliged, fulling leaning against him to push her lips and tongue into his mouth. Low groans rose up from their throats, Ranma enjoying the sensation of Shampoo's body in his arms. Shampoo's hips grinded up against Ranma's crotch, now more like a sold rod than anything else.
Ranma was done with the foreplay, he pulled away slightly and Shampoo got the hint. She broke off the kiss and looked up at him. Her face was pink, and her eyes were alight with desire. Ranma was usually in at least moderate denial of his own feelings. Even with his relationships with the two women in his life pushing forward he didn't like to dwell on them. But when his mind was addled with lust like this he didn't have the processing power to let his pride keep the full extent of his feelings on the down low. To put it in the most blunt possible terms; He wanted to fuck this beautiful woman, he wanted to fuck her, then watch Akane fuck her, then repeat it in various configurations until they all passed out. Which would take a while because they all had loads of stamina.
So, since Ranma could only act by ordering Shampoo to act, he gave out the signal that this game was moving to another level. "Take off my pants." He said.
Shampoo nodded, pulling herself free from his grip and, with a sly smile, kneeled down and pulled down Ranma's pants. With her teeth. Ranma ended up gritting his teeth when this resulted in his dick springing out, like a straight pole, right into Shampoo's face. Shampoo let go of his pants, and Akane saw the slight drool that was coming out of her mouth now.
"That was cute Shampoo, he didn't tell you how to do it." Akane said.
"Reply to her." Ranma said.
Shampoo looked back to Akane, one eye still on the dick, "It's important to be flexible in how I handle my duties, Lady Akane."
"Flexible is a good word in this context." Akane said, "Well Ranma what are you going to have our flexible maid do now?"
Ranma grinned, this was pretty fun. "Show me how flexible your throat is Shampoo." He said.
Shampoo accepted this order like she had just been told to eat an entire cake. She opened her mouth and slowly slid it over his dick. Licking around the tip, savoring each taste. When Ranma tried to grip her head, Akane swatted his hands away.
"The Master can only order the maid." Akane said, looking far too happy to torment him. "If you want relief Shampoo has to offer it." She pointed her shinai at Shampoo, who had slowly gotten his dick halfway into her mouth now. "She's doing a great job."
"Uggg this is hard!" Ranma grunted.
"I'd say." Akane said. "Boys are a bit crude with that thing, wouldn't you say Shampoo?"
Shampoo didn't answer, which was good as it was a trap Akane set up. She would only answer to Ranma. So she focused on getting the penis in her mouth all the way in, pushing down into her throat. Thank goodness she had gained control of her gag reflex. She then pulled out slowly, letting her drool drip off the dick. Before the tip reached her lips, she then swallowed it so quickly Ranma barely had time to shout. Her light lipstick smeared it, and Ranma was having trouble standing up.
Ranma felt pressure building up, he was going to blow soon, he needed to make a choice… what did he... "Swallow!" He ordered, and not a second too soon. He finally lost control, and his dick poured thick fluid down Shampoo's throat. The cute slave-maid took it all like a champ, her throat swelling with each swallow.
The shinai snapped in half from Akane gripping it too hard.
"Good job Shampoo." Ranma said, he looked over at Akane. "Jealous?"
"Why would I be jealous of your weird looking penis?" Akane said.
"Because Shampoo's been sucking on it?" Ranma said. Damn, he got her there. "I guess I could be a generous Master. Shampoo, pull out."
Shampoo had been gently licking Ranma after he came, so his dick was quickly hardening up again when she pulled out. She looked up at him expectantly. Ranma then sat down in front of her, putting him closer to eye level. "OK Shampoo, you're going to take off your panties and get on top of this." He pointed down at his dick, "While you're doing that, if Akane just happens to stand in front of you, show her how good you are with your mouth.
Akane remembered why she loved liked this idiot. A bit of drool escaped the corner of her mouth, drinking in the sight of Shampoo tugging off her panties and tossing them aside. Turning around, she gave Ranma a nice view before lowering herself down. At that exact moment Akane had kicked off her gi bottoms and was standing in front of Shampoo.
"Aahhhhh…" Shampoo gasped, she had been unable to do anything about her own body since this game started, so feeling Master slide inside her felt so good. In front of her was her other Master, and she wanted her attention, So she leaned in forward, putting her tongue to good use while using her hips to bounce. Even with her getting pleasure, she knew her purpose was to please them. So she ground Ranma's dick against her body, while immediately moving up to Akane's clit. Her breathing was becoming unsteady, she had to finish fast or else she might pass out from the pleasure!
Shampoo steadied herself on Akane's legs, hearing both of their shouts of encouragement. Faster and faster. Both Master's flavors bit at her throat. She heard their cries of approval and that drove her on. She was going to come she had to let them feel.
"Yes!" Akane shouted, her body shaking as she came, and a moment later another spray of of Rnama's cum entered Shampoo's body from.
"Ah… good… stop Shampoo." Ranma said.
And Shampoo obeyed, she was trembling. She was so close, but she knew. She did not deserve anything more unless her Masters gave it to her… she had to…
"I don't think she finished Ranma." Akane said.
"Yeah, you're right. OK Shampoo, do what you want to finish." Ranma said.
Shampoo smiled, "Thank you Master!"
WHAP!" Ranma's hand stung her rear, which made Shampoo shiver. "I didn't say you could thank me."
"Ah… sorry." Shampoo said, leaning off Ranma's soft dick and her fingers sliding down.
WHAP!" Akane slapped her breasts, "Did he tell you to apologize?"
"Now Apologize." Ranma said, kissing her neck.
"I'm a bad maid sometimes." Shampoo said, her hand plunging between her legs. It didn't take long, her fingers bringing her up to a climax within record time.
"Shampoo! Water, now!" Ranma ordered.
"Yes Master!" Shampoo poured the water into a tea cup, and dashed over. Akane moved to deflect, but Shampoo managed to avoid it and hand him the water. "Here you are Master!"
"Good work, now go wash the windows!" Ranma said. The Dojo didn't have windows, but they set up some fake ones. So when Shampoo slammed a cloth into Akane's face she just went through the fake panes. She pretended to wash the windows, but as Akane jumped at her...
"Sandwich!" Ranma ordered. This let Shampoo barely step out of the way, slapping down some peanut butter and jelly onto some cheap bread. While doing this she deflected Akane's attacks with the butter knife.
"Here Lunch Master." Shampoo offered the sandwich on a silvery plastic tray, bowing to duck under Akane' kick, and then stood up to knock Akane off balance and stop her from attacking Ranma.
Ding! the timer rang, and the session was over.
"Wow you're doing a lot better now." Akane said, standing up and patting Ranma on the side. It had been five days since the new training schedule had been cooked up. First they'd practice Martial Arts Maidery as a whole, then they'd do a more intense set of "Master" training. Which proved exciting for all three of them.
Shampoo had stopped bothering to wear panties on the third day.
Today the first half of the training session was actually watched by some of the family. Namely Nabiki and Kasumi. Nabiki was taking pictures.
"So how much of a fetish thing do you think this is." Nabiki said.
"It's totally something cooked up by rich perverts." Akane said, "At least Shampoo is cute like this."
"Thank you." Shampoo said.
"Oh dear I hope it's not too… revealing." Kasumi said, in her mind imagining Ranma and Akane ordering her to do perverse acts for their pleasure. In other words, she was imagining what would be happening later tonight.
"We'll show that jerk who's boss!" Ranma said. "Just two more days!"
"Two more days… maybe we could continue practicing this style even after we win Master, it is a little fun?" Shampoo said.
Ranma and Akane both blushed a little, "We'll think about it." Akane said.
