Akane was quite mechanical about giving Shampoo her orders under the Word of Command. The other girl listened with extreme attentiveness. Then Akane finished her litany, gave the command to awaken, and they both came to life.
“What are you doing here?” demanded Akane; as though only seeing the girl for the very first time.
“Shampoo came to date with husband!” she exclaimed, pouncing on said prey with feline possessiveness. “Is okay, yes, yes?” She poked her tongue out provocatively.
“I guess so,” Akane answered hesitantly; all things considered, she could hardly protest after all. She then smiled brightly on seeing how Shampoo’s breast rub against Ranma’s chest. She couldn’t see why he was trying to pull away. “Okay, sure. You two have fun.”
“Huh?” Shampoo paused in sudden confusion, then grinned on conclusion that everything was going according to plan. Somehow. “Yes! We go on date now. Bye, bye!”
“Oh, Ranma. You wanted to see me?” Kasumi emerged from the apparently empty dojo; appearing suddenly as if out of nowhere. Though dressed once more in her customary homemaker skirt, blouse, and apron, there were immediately obvious differences. Her normally starched clothes were rumpled and her usually immaculate hair hung in cloudy disarray.
Shampoo clutched Ranma tighter, instinctively sensing the air of sensuality around the sisters as Kasumi approached Akane from behind, stood behind her sister and rested her hand on her arse. Shampoo’s eyes widened as she took in the site of the rumpled gi, barely containing a lush figure—the belt tied around Akane’s bust to keep it from falling out—and the air of possessive sensuality around her sister. “Aiyiyi! Why Shampoo nots see how hots you gots?”
“Oh, my Akane had a lovely growth spurt,” Kasumi purred, lifting her hand to weigh her sister’s breast.
“Your Akane?” Ranma repeated, startled out of his attempt to ward Shampoo off. ‘Wait. Why am I he doing that now? No, wait…’
“Oh, well, she’s yours, I guess,” Kasumi pouted. “But, I’m yours too and since I’ll be the eldest in the harem so …”
“Excuse me?” Shampoo interrupted, startled out of her attempt to squeeze the resistance out of Ranma. “Harem!?”
“Mmmm,… Yes. You see, a harem is when a man takes several women as his lovers…”
“Shampoo knows what word means! What you talking about? Arien no can has harem!”
“Oh, well, yes actually. It seems Akane finally decided to share Ranma, or well, something like that,” Kasumi answered hesitantly. “You know, I’m a little confused by the sudden development myself, but when she, uhm… asked me to join I just could not, er, say no. She was simply irresistible!”
“Yes, yes, Hammer Girl too, too cute all a sudden,” Shampoo agreed. “Is not problem here! Is too, too bad…”
“Shampoo, shush!” Ranma instructed suddenly, laying his finger over her mouth. That provoked an image of those luscious lips sliding wetly along his shaft, but he had other things to think about… wait, no he didn’t.
“Mmmpf…” Shampoo protested silently.
“You want to please me, right? You’ll do whatever I say, okay?”
Shampoo nodded quietly—her mouth dry and her heart in her throat—unable to get words out.
“Good girl,” Ranma smirked. “You are not going to complain about this again, are you?”
Shampoo shook her head, and trembled in his arms. It was a very dangerous situation but — she just could not help it.
“Very good. Now, here’s how it’s going to be. I’m tired of you girls fighting over me, so I’m taking control of you. I mean, the situation. From now on, it’s all or nothing. You get along in my harem, or you leave! Understand?”
Shampoo nodded, suddenly weak at the knees. When did her husband get so domineering? So, so, … so like her daddy with her mommy in private? It was so right, and yet so wrong.
“Good. Are you going to stay?”
Shampoo trembled. Then nodded. It was very wrong—so very dangerous—but she just could not say no.
“Very good,” Ranma purred. “You know, I think I like you like this. Heh. You’re always so confident and aggressive. This is a different side of you; so uncertain and submissive. You want to be mine? I think I’ll make you my cute little pet. Maybe collar you and parade you about? How does that sound?”
Shampoo’s eyes flashed with anger. That was taking things too far! Submission to her husband was for private. Did he think he could make her accept such an outrage just by leaning close and whispering into her ear? Wait… What was he saying? It had a weird reverberation. It…
Suddenly it didn’t matter anymore. Nothing mattered but his approval. Shampoo sank to her knee before master, raised her hand up in a folded fist and pawed at his thighs. “Meow?” she pleaded nervously.
“Ranma, you idiot! What have you done?” Akane demanded with a roll of her eyes. “Honestly!”
“Opps!” Ranma indicated that he hadn’t expected that to happen.
Fri Aug 06 11:05:17 2010