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The Lovers\' Law	By : unicornlord Category: +M to R > Ranma ½ Views: 20898 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Ranma 1/2 or any of the character involved. I made no money off this story.

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Akane awoke to a very unusual sight. Ranma sitting ideally next to his fiancees, chatting idly while they waited for her. They spoke of old times, of things about China and the Amazon village where Shampoo was raised. Ukyo's beginnings as an Okonomiyaki Chef. They seemed to be, for once, enjoying themselves, the bitter feuding replaced with idyllic chatterings.

Akane had to admit, if it had been more like this, she probably wouldn't have been so stand offish with them. “H-hello.” She said, breaking chat they were having, forcing all eyes on her.

“There she is. Hey Akane, you sleep well?” Ranma asked gently. It was another one of those things; did she find it weird, peaceful, or some combination of the two? In any case, she didn't know how to respond. A simple nod seemed to be all she could manage.

“Alright, my girls are all here.” Ranma said, standing up and dusting his knees off. “I don't wanna get in your way, so I'll leave you three to it.”

“Huh, you're leaving?” Akane said.

“Like I said, I don't wanna get in the way. Don't worry Akane. Shampoo and Ukyo are master-chefs. Just pay attention and you'll be cooking in no time.” He winked, for good measure, tugging her heart unwillingly into that oh so odd emotion she hadn't quite pinpointed. “I'll be back for breakfast, I want to try everybody's dishes!”

And with that he left. To where? The Nekohaten of course, to confer in private with Cologne. Leaving the three girls alone, all in different bewilderments. Ukyo clapped her hands, and stood up, walking over to the youngest Tendo, and grabbing her hands. “We should get started. Akane, do you know what Pancakes are?”

“Pancakes?” She heard of them. An European food, but she'd never had the privilege of eating much western foods. She nodded gently, which caused the other two to smile.

They'd brought extra ingredients, knowing who their apprentice was. A smart thing, it appeared. She'd done most of everything wrong, from pouring too much milk, to too many eggs, and of course, burning it. Needless to say, some small frustration had settled in. Most of it Akane's. “Oh... Dammit!” She said, throwing away another botched attempt.

“Is harder then expected.” Shampoo said, scratching her head for hidden thoughts. “Is hour, only get mixture down right couple of times.”

She turned to Ukyo, who cradled her chin, thinking from her many trials and journeys to become a skilled artisan chef. There had to be something she could do. Ranma was counting on her to teach the girl to be able to cook; maybe not well, but at least ably.

A spark of memory shot through her mind. It was a old memory, perhaps her oldest. Sitting, in her father's lap, learning the basic of the griddle. The heat, the mixture, how to pour. Her father had taught her all this while in the middle of a busy work day. The adoring eyes of the customers as little Ucchan struggled with the grill herself.

Yes, she remembered! That was how she learned to work the grill for the time. That technique! “Shampoo!” She said. “I've got an idea!”

The purple haired girl looked over to her fellow teacher, and gave her the go ahead. “Akane... here.” Gently, as to not frighten her, she enveloped the Tendo girl in with her body, wrapping around and grabbing the girls hands, pressing herself against her back, leaning over to see the table itself.

Akane was frozen, a little out of fear, but more out of the odd gentle comfort that seemed to emanate from the chef. Ukyo could be very soft when needed, cooking hard forced surgeons hands out of her. But she had always done it with passion, eyes fixated and sharp on her work. As Akane looked over, she didn't see Ukyo the chef. She saw Ukyo, her friend, breathing softly down her neck. “You okay, Akane?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Shampoo... We've been going at this wrong. Akane's always learned by muscle memory. So... we teach her through memory.” Ukyo's breathy words tickled her neck, causing her to sharply inhale, and her heart to pulsate. It was akin to all those odd times Ranma had called her cute.

And it was not unnoticed of Ukyo. “Hmm? Don't be nervous, Akane. Just... remember what I'm doing with your body, okay.”

Closing, Gently, each of the fingers wrapping around the bowl. Ukyo's- no Akane's hand gripped and steadied with the right amount of pressure. She guided Tendo like a puppet on a million strings, each touch soft and gentle, yet unyelding. “There. Your movements were jerky, undisciplined, you need to calm down. Cooking's about patience. You can't just power through. I'm sure Mrs. Saotome told you that.” She whispered into her ear. “Just follow my movements with your body.”

Akane couldn't help but flush at the intimacy of the moment. Shampoo looked on with interest, but Ukyo, looked over to the girl. “Shampoo, Eggs, please.” She asked. The purple haired girl nodded, and brought the last carton they had.

Crack, split, plop, with a single hand. Stir with the wrist, instead of Akane's hole arm. “See? Just like this Akane.”

“I-I see.” Akane said. “T-thank, Ucchan.”

“Ucchan?” That was Ranma's pet name. Still, she didn't mind. It was nice. “No problem, Akane. Okay now, pour slowly with me.”

Even Shampoo had to admit, it was rather nice to just hand out, with no cares in the world. It was a shame they had to be divided by divine right to marry.

The first came out prefectly; golden brown, soft chewy inside, and a tiny drizzle of syrup Ukyo had prepared earlier, it was rather delicious. “Okay Akane, good job... but now it's time to do it by yourself.”

She stood back, and motioned for Akane to go through the motions she'd just instilled in her through her shadow puppetry. “Remember, finesse.”

Akane swallowed, and nodded, slowly reaching for the eggs.

Ranma sat on the roof nearby, Cologne at the right of him, looking on through her honed senses. “That Ukyo girl is something truly special. She's very comfortable in a dominating role. Even Shampoo sits back when she takes charge.”

“Yeah, Ucchan's something else, all right. I feel kinda bad for making her that way.” He admitting, without taking her eyes off the scene.

“Oh? It's not like you to reflect on the past, Ranma. Ukyo's forgiven you-”

“Actually, I'm not sure she has. Or can.” Ranma noted. “I think... I left a permanent scar on her heart.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Ucchan... I don't think she trusts me as a guy. Or any guy for that matter. Every time I talk to her, try to get her to open up, she turns me into a girl. She wanted Ranko, not Ranma.”

“You think she plays for the other team?”

“I dunno. Maybe.” Ranma sighed. He paused, and scrunched his face, thinking a little deeper. “Actually... no. I think she's as open as Shampoo and Akane are. Just... untrusting, unwilling to open up to the other side again. To Ukyo, boys are just friends, you can abandon friends, like I did to her. Girls... girls are easier to deal with.”

“Well well, son-in-law.” Cologne laughed. “You've become more perceptive, it seems. That's good. It means you'll be able to navigate this labyrinth even better. However...”

Ranma curled a brow toward her. “If that's the case, then Ukyo won't need Ranko. She'll need Ranma.”

“What do you mean, Cologne? I have Ranko just for these reasons.”

“But that's not what she needs. Still... Ranko is the prize you offered, don't renege on it.” She bopped him on the head gently with the cane. “I'm curious to see how that turns out. I wonder, Ranma... you may be more comfortable with your girl half, but how far are you willing to take it?”

“What's that suppose to mean?” She chuckled, and leap off back to the Nekohanten. “Dammit, Cologne!”

Ranma leapt down, walking over atop the walls of the Tendo Dojo. He jumped off, and landed in the yard infront of the dinning room, where all the girls, Nadoka, Nabiki, Kasumi, Genma, and Soun were all sitting, with some bewilderment.

At least, most of them. “Oh my, you three made all this for us, how nice. Ranma's very lucky to have three wonderful girls like you.” She turned, and spying her child, smiled. “Aren't you, Ranma?”

“Wow, it looks great for a first try.” Ranma noted blindly. “How did you get this far this quickly.”

Both Shampoo and Ukyo looked at each other, with small blushes, and then to Akane, who also blushed. “Trade secret.” Ukyo said a wink to Akane. “Besides, we've yet to taste the fruits of our training! Ranma-honey, here you go!”

She slid a small stack over to the boy. Ah crap, I forgot about this part. He though, looking back at the stack as if they were trying to mug him with a pistol. He tilted his head back, to the girls, who all seemed anxious, paticularly Akane, which was expected, then back to over to his mother, who urged him silently.

It wasn't bad. In fact, it was very good for a first try. The stack was somewhat sloppy, roughed out edges with some drips and drops from an amateur, giving some little ears, but they were mostly the right size. they was only slightly burnt on a couple, and nothing a good dabbing of syrup couldn't make up for, and far from the normal ashes she served before all the help.

“Not bad, Akane, it's a definite improvement. Good job Ukyo, Shampoo.” He said, taking in another bite. Seeing Ranma willingly ingest another piece, Soun and Genma nodded to themselves, and asked for a serving.

“Uh, sure!” Akane squeaked with growing happiness. Ranma looked around. Ukyo was busy pouring syrup, and Shampoo serving juice. For once, even with all his fiancees, it was rather peaceful. Conversation broke out, and Genma and Soun laughed at the good fortune.

It only reminded Ranma of what exactly he was fighting for. “You girls did great.” He said again, finishing off the plate. “How about I treat you to the mall?”

“All of us?” Akane said.

“Yeah sure. I've got some spare cash.” from cologne, he added to himself. She'd given it to him for “the few days you worked as a waitress at the Nekohaten.” She, of course, said this with a wink, meaning he'd better have spent it on the girl, or Shampoo, at the very least. “Summer's coming up. Why don't we go swimsuit shopping? You girls are used to ”

Now it was the girls tun to blush, save for Shampoo, who just seemed excited at the prospect of posing in a bikini again. Ukyo seemed to be near her exploding point. “Come on, it'll be fun.”

“Shampoo love to go!” She said, standing up.

“S-sure! I've love to!” Ukyo quickly recovered, doing her best to act natural.

“Are you sure about this Ranma?” Akane asked. Nadoka nudged her from behind.

“Oh, don't be so shy Akane, you've earned it for all your hard work. Go enjoy yourself.”

“'Sides Akane, you girls are better at picking up girly swimsuits then I am. You could help me out.” He said, offering a hand to help her up. She gracefully accepted, and stood. “There's my Akane.”

She blushed at the comment.

It was all well and fun, but Ranma had considered, for the most part, heading to the Mall, and ditching the girls to get them to mingle, coming back to pay for the suits, with some lame apology. However, it seemed he'd have to change that, as it seemed three girls together was the rough equivalent of glue. He never had a chance, and ended up sitting just outside a couple of change rooms, with the girls busy with any number of outfits. He looked over to his side, where a couple, both male and female setups, laid, including a cringe worthy little number Shampoo had accidently left him; a teeny, tiny little bit of cloth that dared to call itself a bikini.

He was busy eying his cash, trying to figure out how many suits he could afford. One, two... six.... dozen or so it seemed, judging off the average price. More if he was buying for himself. But still, he promised, he'd have to figure it out.

“Are you girls having fun in there?” Ranma said, listening to the giggles and squeals, mostly from Shampoo, some from Akane, and Ukyo seemed dead quiet.

“Ranma want come join us?” More then you can imagine. He mused himself, the smallest twinge in his cock passing through his body as Shampoo teased him. Ranma just grunted, not wanting to start anything, not while they were having fun.

It was Akane who stepped out first, in a basic, one piece, high cut, light blue, almost akin to a school suit, but showing a lot of what was arguable her best feature, her delicious hips and perky butt. Ranma paused breathing, swallowing hard as she smiled, and did a little twirl, showing off the barely there backside, hugging down tightly on her beautiful ass, low cut in the back to show off her well maintain body, tight and toned with just the slightest muscular build from years of martial arts. Of all the girls, Akane had the most toned, which was something to be admired, but even with the dips and curves and slopes they were smoothed down with the thinnest layers of fat, the effect porcelain smooth flesh hiding a power house form.

It didn't help Ranma's growing attention that the suit was starting to ride up her crack, , forcing her to readjust it in front of him without thought. “W...wow.” He fumbled.

“What do you think Ranma?” He did his best to hide his body's obvious approval, opting for some sweet red cheeks and a thumbs up.

“It suits you perfectly, Akane!” He said. “Really, you look great!”

“R-really?” She said, throwing her hands behind her, wiggling at his compliment. “T-thanks!”

“Shampoo ready!” Came from behind, and out stepped out the busty purple haired girl a far, FAR, more revealing ensemble. Purple, to match her hair, with collar to hold the whole thing, as there was no back, but two straps that came from the front to cover only the tiniest section of her behind. The front was sliced down the middle, stretched over the curve of her breasts, barely covering her nipples as they continued, avoiding the stomach completely, displaying her taut abs that were too-too inviting to not look at. Down the suit trailed, until lastly. The two sides came back together to just only cover her womanhood.

Ranma swore she could've made a less revealing suit just using her own hair. Not that he was protesting. God no. He mused to himself as he struggled to keep his leg up over his crotch. The girl had managed to attract no the little amount of gazes from onlookers. And quite a few lustful looks from the girls, too.

“Jeez Shampoo! Why don't you just show up naked?” Shampoo twirled about, but Ranma knew where this was going.

“Hey, Akane, come on, you both look sexy.... why don't you try on each other's suits?” He quickly thought with sudden shine in his eyes, realizing what he said. Akane flushed harder.

“W-what?” Akane squeaked. “Y-you want me to try on Shampoo's...”

“Shampoo no mind.” Said the purple haired vixen. “It not like Shampoo can go in water, so show off body at beach is best to do.”

“... Huh?” Oh crap, I forgot about that. He slapped himself mentally, remembering that two of people here current changed when exposed to the cold waters of the beach. “Why didn't you remind me about the curse, Shampoo? We could've done something else.”

“Yeah Shampoo, why didn't you say something?” Akane said, her natural ability to sympathize come through.

“Shampoo doesn't care.” She said, tossing her hair. “Get to show off beautiful body to Ranma, so what if no swim?”

“...Shampoo.” Akane said as the girl suddenly perked up and grabbed the Amazon's wrist. “Come on, help me out of this swimsuit. I'm sure Ranma would love to see you in this.”

“Akane?” Shampoo blinked.

“Come on, you want to give Ranma a little show, right?” The blue haired girl. “Well... let's give him a little show, all three... come to think of it, where's Ukyo?”

“H-here.” Ukyo said from behind the door to change stall number 3. “I'm coming out, don't worry.”

The door swung open, and out came Ukyo, it a little number that did wonders to Ranma's libido. Orange, One piece in design, but revealing, with the sides cut into crisscrossed patterns, showing that little bit of extra that showed Ukyo, was, in fact, very much a woman with curves.

Not that many could argue with the way it wrapped around her surprisingly ample bosom, low cut and revealing quite a bit of cleavage usually wrapped up tightly. Nobody at Ranma's school would ever believe Ukyo was this busty, ever, coming in second only to shampoo's chest. Third, if you counted Ranma's, but only just, and Ranma was specifically built by magic to be that way, so he didn't count.

“W-wow.” Akane said. “Y-you look great Ukyo.”

“Yeah!” Ranma blurted.

“Shampoo know Ukyo pretty, didn't know Ukyo was also too too sexy.” Ukyo's face seemed to ripen with each comment, and she squirmed about, crossing her arms to hide her chest. “Ukyo give Shampoo Run for money.”

“Ah, thanks!” She said rather meekly. “I wasn't sure if it would look good on me, Shampoo.”

All eyes turned to the purple haired girl. “Shampoo tell Ukyo, no is good hiding behind disguise. Too-too pretty to be boy.”

“Yeah Ucchan, You'd have guys falling all over you if you didn't wear pants all the time.” Akane chimed in. “I'm actually a little jealous.”

“Y-yeah.” Ukyo said, looking at Ranma, who cocked the most predatory look back at her. She squirmed some more, and did a little twirl with Shampoo's help, showing off the incredibly low backside, the small of her back exposed dangerous. “N-no really guys, it looks okay?”

“Ukyo, you look delicious, trust me.” Ranma said. He quickly added. “You all do. Daisuke and Hiroshi would kill to be me right now; surrounded by three hot girls in swimsuits.”

“Speaking of swimsuits, didn't you say you wanted to shop for yourself?” Akane pointed out. The other two girls agreed. “But you're sitting here, like a horn dog.”

“Can you really blame me, Akane, dressed like that.” He chuckled as she flustered under the comment. “Sides, you're all better at picking out swimsuits then me, I figure I'd take whatever you girls offered.”

The smallest glint of idea appeared in the girl's eyes. “Really...” All three of them said.

“...Crap.” Ranma mumbled as he was suddenly yanked up up and into a dressing room with Shampoo and Akane, as Ukyo seemed to return to hers. A few minutes later, a she reappeared, back in her usual, with a cup of water. Ranma put up no struggle as it hit him, and she fell back with worried laughter as Shampoo pulled off her shirt, exposing her impressive bust to all three girls. The girls looked through the collection of bikinis, thongs, one pieces, and whatever that little bit of scrap Shampoo was holding was.

“Let's get him to put on this one.” Ukyo said, holding a two piece leopard print with string sides.

“Really?” Ranma gulped. “Girls, c-come-on.”

“Oooh, what about this one?” Akane said, holding up a one piece that had a long sloping cut down the middle, tie-down sides, and nothing that could be considered a backside. “I think Ranma-chan would look cute in this.”

“Nothing I say is gonna help me here, is it?” Ranma grimaced as Shampoo pulled up a the smallest two piece Ranma had ever seen.

“Nope.” All three of them said in unison as Shampoo hooked her fingers around Ranma's waistband.

“H-hey!” Shampoo smirked as she peeled off Ranma's pants and boxers in one slow motion, leaving the young, voluptuous red-head completely naked in the middle of a store. There was a brief moment in which the girl admired her in secret, before Akane spoke up.

It also hadn't done much favors that Ranma was slightly slickening from arousal. Something which had not gone completely unnoticed by them.

“So Ranma, get to it.” Ukyo said as she dropped the small pile of swimsuits they had collected.

“...Do I really have to try them all on?” She said, holding up that amazingly little bit of string Shampoo had been fiddling with.

“Yes.” Came all three's reply. Ranma sighed. Well, if it makes them happy, I suppose.... she couldn't help but fiddle with smallest ones in the group. “C-can I at least change in private?”

And so it was, as all three of the girl had replaced Ranma, with some small excitement.

“I can't believe he actually agreed to it.” Akane said as they waited.

“I know, right? Ranma-honey's really been something lately.”

“Shampoo like.” She giggled. “Akane and Ukyo agree, yes? Ranma better this way.”

“Yeah....” Ukyo trailed off. “Plus, I like hanging out like this. It's.. nice. No fighting, not being at each others throats.”

“Shampoo agree, should do more often.”

“Sure.” Akane said. “I'd love to hand out more often like this.”

“If your friends would let us.” Ukyo added with some sulk.

“Hey, Ucchan, come on, I can't control what my friends say. You know I don't mind hanging out with you. I mean... I can try to talk to them about it again, if you want.”

“Nah, it's fine, Akane. Thanks.” Ukyo waved her off. “I know you tried.”

“Are you sure, Ucchan? Do you mind if I visit your cart during lunch? It's always better then the food they serve.”

“Sure, Akane-chan. I'd love that.”

“O-okay!” Came Ranma's sudden call. “Y-you better get ready for the sexy show!”

It was hard not to laugh at Ranma's lackluster attempt at being confident. “Hiyah!” She cried as she leapt out, trying her best to proudly display herself off.

Not that it was that hard, in that swimsuit, in that pose. Ranma had chosen a two piece string bikini that was fairly modest in the front: two large orange triangles that cover a fair amount of her chest, held together with laces that were tied in the middle, which could be tighten with a simple pull, which Ranma avoided doing. The back and neck were string, tied off with simple knots, The bottom had much the same, A large yellow strip of cloth that covered a fair amount... that was, till she turned around.

All of the girl cooed at the sight. Thong. Ranma was in a thong. Granted, it was a bigger cut, but she was definitely showing more of her ass then she usually did. Ukyo squealed in delight. “Oh my god...”

“L-like what you see.” She continued with her charade, shaking her hips a little.

All three of them burst out laughing instantly. “H-hey! This was your idea.”

“We didn't think you'd actually... try on that!” Akane said between laughter. At the growing scowl on Ranma-chan's face, she added. “Wait, Ranma, it's great. You look great! Really! It's...”

“I wish I had a camera.” Ukyo said. “I wish I had brought a camera.”

“Shampoo think Ranma should wear more often.” She said with a lick of her lips. “Ranma very pretty girl, is too bad boy inside body.”

“Down, Shampoo.” Ukyo said. “You're right, though. Ranma should dress up more often. He doesn't even need makeup, lucky girl.”

“Hey, try on another one. How about the one Shampoo was wearing.” Akane said, as Ranma was done strutting pitifully. She looked back over to the pile of swimsuits, and then gulped. Shampoo clapped happily at the idea. “Go on.”

“I get the feeling you three are enjoying this a little too much.”

“That obvious?” Ukyo said, nudging her back in.

The girls giggling, laughing, talking as Ranma struggled to find which was was up with Shampoo's swimsuit. She eventually found it, and grunted as she pulled the suit through the firm lining of her butt. “Why do girl's torture themselves with this stuff.”

“Because men like.” Shampoo said back. “In Amazon village, is much easier to go swimming naked, so most do.”

“You too?” Ukyo asked.

“Shampoo not really like it. Too-too many men stare, is uncomfortable after while. Shampoo wear Bikini, take men's attention away.”

“Really? Always kinda figured you were the opposite.” Akane said.

“Shampoo may be warrior, but still woman. One time, customer try to see under Shampoo's dress. Shampoo break hand. Like privacy. Is for Airen's eyes only. Never happen again.” She pointed out. Ukyo and Akane looked at each other, then shrugged.

Shampoo had some modesty. Who knew? Speaking of modest. “... Seriously, Shampoo, you're a brave girl for putting up with this.” Came Ranma's admission as the door swung open.

Much like Shampoo, Ranma gain the attention of most of the people in the store. Like Shampoo, that including a decent amount of women. It was tight, even on the smaller girl, gripping and groping whatever it could find, stretching far beyond the reach of her stomach, her supple, prefect female form bare to the room. Ranma didn't even try to hide her embarrassment as she twisted so the girl her backside.

“... Wow.” All three girls said in Unison.

“I can't walk straight.” Said Ranma as she took a few awkward steps forward, the feeling of silk riding up her butt foreign to her.

Oddly, it wasn't all the unenjoyable, which worried Ranma. She'd been learning to enjoy her girl side more and more (the last time being a incredibly quick go in the shower this morning, fearing Genma would walk in on her.), and, as a result, the feeling of silk pressed against her had begun to set her off. Yes, just the tiny amount of juice seemed to drip down Ranma's leg, causing her to force them close, another part of her awkward walk. Mom would take my head if she saw me enjoying this. She mused to herself as she flashed the girls what she knew was considered her best feature, which earned a couple of claps from the girls.

She ventured back and closed the door, and spread her legs to see the damage. Oh god, it had turned into a small stream running down her leg. “How the hell do they control this feeling.” she whispered as she feel back onto the little seat attached to the wall. “I can't stop getting turned on ever since then. This... is a dangerous form.”

She didn't even realize she was panting as hard as she was. Or that she'd taken that long to admire the dribble down her thighs, until she heard a knock on the door. “Ranma, is okay yes?”

“I-uh... Sorry, shampoo, just thinking about what to try on.” She wiped her thighs with her hand, looking for somewhere to clean them. She couldn't do on the cloths. “Gimme a minute.” she fumbled as she looked around.

The door creaked open, and Shampoo stepped inside, smiling, closing it behind her. Before Ranma said anything, she shushed her with a finger. “Shampoo know what happen to Airen.” She whispered in her ear. “Airen... need help.”

“S-shampoo, I don't...” She gulped as Shampoo took her sticky hand, spreading the digits slowly, looking at the thing ribbons of juice that webbed between them. Without a word, she took Ranma's middle finger into her mouth, suckling on it softly, like a babe on a teat. Ranma could only gasp at the feeling, shocked at the sight as Shampoo came off with a small pop, and gave a long smooth lick.

“Airen should try this one!” She said louder, alerting Ranma. “Is cute!”

“I-uh... S-sure Shampoo. Just... help me put it on.” The red-head played along. Shampoo took another finger, cleaning it one motion. Then another, and another. Finally, nothing left. Shampoo smiled as she dropped a hand down Ranma's thighs.

“Airen try this one, actually.” Shampoo said, prying Ranma's amazingly weak legs apart. “Is much better.”

“Shampoo...” Ranma whispered. “S-stop... they'll see.”

“Let them... Akane might like.” She said, dropping down to her knees. “Ukyo like, Shampoo know. Maybe join us. She like to be man, maybe take Ranma like one.”

Kisses, so gentle she swore they weren't kisses so much as feather gracing her skin. It took ever ounce of will to bite down on her lip to stop herself from chirping like her shower sessions. Her voice hitched with every frail touch of supple lips that drew ever closer to her center a harder and much harder test to remain silent. Finally, there was only the place Ranma had only just discovered herself to clean, twitching with excitement.

And then, nothing. Well, nothing but a panting, heap of slightly disheveled red-headed girl. “S-shampoo?”

The girl stood, smirking evilly as she tossed down a incredibly small two piece white bikini that would never stand up to even the smallest drizzle of water. Or love juices. “Ranma try this on, show Akane and Ukyo.”

“S-shampoo?” She whined again, her body still crying foul, demanding more. The purple haired girl picked the red head up to her weaken legs, her knees buckling and shaking. “W-why?” She whispered as the purple haired girl tied the string of the bottom around Ranma's hips, holding the girl in place with her knee, which she purposely ground a little into Ranma's button, causing the girl to wince.

“Shampoo think it fun. Ranma always tease Shampoo, no?” She wanted to say no, but she couldn't really argue anything, or think about anything other then the feeling of the tiny strings of silk that rubbed against he with Shampoo's help. “Stand up straight, Airen. Akane and Ukyo will get suspicious if Ranma no act normal.”

“Damn... you.... Shampoo...” She moaned, trying to sound mad, but only coming out desperate.

“Wǒ ài nǐ.” She said, kissing her on the lips, before opening the door, and pushing Ranma out.

“Ah~!” It came out as half a moan, and half in surprise, as the Red-head struggled to stay upright, her body bouncing wildly, threatening to come out of the suit with every twist and turn. Now, more then ever, every male in the room was transfixed on the busty young Red-head that instantly covered her crotch with her hands, pressing her chest even further out.

“R-Ranma?!” Akane said, her face as beet red as Ranma's hair was.

Ukyo was a completely different story, having the tiniest amount of blood trickle down her nose. “H-how did Shampoo talk you into that.”

“Shampoo no talk into anything.” She said with a smirk.

Ranma could only stand there and try to hold her in place as her eyes laid glazed over with lust.

“Shampoo like it, turn around, show back.”

“Yeah, turn around! Show us.” Came the growing gallery that only added fuel to the fire in the red-head's stomach. It was, of course silenced a second later with bit of floorboard Ukyo had pried off in front of her chair.

“Scatter, NOW.” She growled, picking up another piece and raising above her head. The effect was instant, with only the lone straggler who quickly realize his mistake and bolted as well. “Shampoo, this is a bit much.”

“Ranma no mind. Is right, Airen?” She kept that smirked that seemed to only be insane to Ranma.

“S-sure...” She chirped. “I... wanted …. to give... you …. girls... a show...”

“Well... you sure gave a show, that's for sure. I think that's enough for now. Let's just pick out the one's we like best and head back to Akane's to make dinner.” Ukyo said with a slight stare at Shampoo. “Ranma, go and change, we'll meet you at the register.”

Ranma hobbled back in, Ukyo closing the door behind her. Allowing the Redhead to fall to her knees, trying desperately to catch her breath. Juices poured down her sides as she struggled against the urge to reach down and completely ruin a swimsuit before she bought it. She quickly pulled it loose, tossing it aside, with raised hips presenting to the door, dipped her longest fingers in with a soft coo, and began to work, biting her lip to stop from being heard.

Quite a sight to anybody who might have peeked under the door. Like Ukyo Kuoji, who stood with her own hitched breath. “R-ranma is...” She bit down on her own thumb. “S-shampoo!”

“Is here, Ukyo.” Shampoo called to her friend from the stall. Not a good thing, it turned out, as Ukyo nearly burst the door down trying to get to the purple haired blonde, who was still dressless, her prefect body exposed for a split second. “What you doing, Ukyo?!” She gasped as the chef pinned her against the wall.

“What are YOU doing?” Ukyo hissed, pinning the purple haired girls hands apart, over her shoulder, pressing too close to throw a knee. “What did you do you Ranma-honey?” She whispered into the girls ear. “Why is he...”

“Ukyo like, yes?” The girl whispered with a knowing smirk. “Is how you want Ranma. As girl, no?”

“T-that's not the point!” Ukyo hissed back. “You took it too far! What if somebody sees him like that?”

“So, help him, Ukyo.”

Ukyo jumped in shock. She hadn't even considered... well, she had... but... It wasn't actually a bad idea. No wait! “You can't be serious...”

“Why no? Ranma is helpless, prefect for Ukyo to take. To have to herself. Or with Shampoo, maybe join myself.”

“S-shampoo! Dammit, this is why he avoids you all the time. How would you like it if I left you hot and bothered in the middle of a store where people could see you?”

Now it was Shampoo's turn to jump. “Ukyo no dare.”

“Why not?”

“Shampoo is no-”

“Bull. You just gave a pretty young redhead a good going.”

“Red head is Airen. Love no matter-gnk!” She couldn't finish as Ukyo knee pierced her thighs, cause them to spread, and she found herself straddling Ukyo's knee. “S-shampoo sorry, s-stop Ukyo!”

“Bet Ranma said that.” She said, pressing her thigh against Shampoo's love button, cause the girl to twitch Ukyo's scowl began to soften into a smile. She lifted her leg up slightly, picking the vixen up, causing her to chirp as she jerked from the movements. She gently bucked into the girl, cause Shampoo to feel jolts of pleasure. “My my, I wonder if Ranma knows you're this easy to please. I'm sure mousse would love to know. Maybe I should tell him.”

“U-ukyo...” She panted. “I t-thought we f-friends.”

“We are.” The brown haired beauty giggled, leaning in. “That's why I'm gonna kept this my little secret.”

She sealed her promise with a kiss on the cheeks, then let shampoo slide off, then down into a panting heap on the floor. “Now think about what you've done. I'm going to check on Ranma-honey.”

The girl didn't nod, only laid there, trying to catch her breath, with a small whine of displeasure from Ukyo having stopped as Ukyo discreetly shut the down behind her.
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