There were tears of embarrassment in Shampoos eyes, when she started pouring her heart out to Nabiki. "Shampoo doesn't know why! Three days now, Shampoo get strange urges. Suddenly Shampoo want to visit violent girl Akane and get tied up and tickled. Next day, Shampoo must show naked body to people - no can help herself! And today Shampoo wake up and feel horny for feet! Now Shampoo afraid of tomorrow... What come next? Tomorrow Shampoo want to kiss Mousse?" She shuddered at the thought.
Nabiki raised an eyebrow. That was certainly an unusual psychological problem. Shampoo seemed determined to humiliate herself thoroughly by trying out a progression of fetishistic behaviors. Then again, with all the magic Nabiki had witnessed (particularly the changes in Ranma and Akane recently), who was to say that Shampoo wasn't manipulated by an outside force? But how to make a profit from this...?
Meanwhile Shampoo's thighs had clenched together. "Oh no! Sex talk made Shampoo horny again! Please - Shampoo need to suck feets again."
Nabiki grinned. There was her answer. Shampoo had a need, and Nabiki was adept at filling needs - for a price. "Sure," she said. "Same price as before."
Shampoo's eyes flashed angrily for half a second, but then she whimpered and pulled out more money for Nabiki.
Nabiki pulled off her socks again and let Shampoo have her way with her feet. She had to admit that watching Shampoo slurp on her toes and lick her foot all over was a bit arousing and a strange way. She wasn't physically attracted to the girl, but seeing the usually so proud warrior girl debase herself before Nabiki, who had previously been beneath her notice, gave her a thrill she couldn't deny. She spun a plan for wringing more money from Shampoo.
When Shampoo had finally creamed her pants again from salivating over Nabiki's feet, Nabiki held off putting on her socks for a while - in case Shampoo needed more, and to let them dry a bit. "Well," she said, "that seems to be a problem you have there. But I might be able to help you."
Shampoo looked at her hopefully. "Nabiki know way to help Shampoo?"
"Before you get your hopes up too much, I don't know a cure to your condition - yet. There have been other strange changes, lately, and I'll investigate them anyway. We'll see what comes from that. What I was referring to is that I might be able to provide you with safe outlets for your... changing needs. You'll have to inform me every morning about your pleasure of the day, and I'll try to arrange a way for you to follow your urges in a way that doesn't endanger or embarrass you to much. At the very least I'll be able to provide most body parts you may wish to taste." She smirked, when she said that, but deep inside she felt a little thrill that had nothing to do with the thought of making money. "The price will be variable, depending on how much work it takes to provide you with what you need."
Shampoo blushed and nodded quickly. "That... sound good. Shampoo go home now. We meet again tomorrow morning, yes?"
"Meet me at seven, on the corner of Koheshi and Hasawara street. Depending on what you need, we'll have an hour to satisfy you, or will have to meet again after school, if the arrangements take longer." She nodded once to Shampoo and started to put on her socks and shoes, while the Chinese girl left.
That night, Nabiki lay in bed, lazily fondling herself. She wasn't outright masturbating - merely squeezing her breasts a little and occasionally stroking her panty-covered mound. She hadn't washed her feet since Shampoo "cleaned" them, and she imagined she could still feel the girl's saliva coating them. She closed her eyes and imagined Shampoo on her knees before herself again, stroking her little tongue all over Nabiki's toes and feet. The Dream-Shampoo started working her way up Nabiki's legs, sensuously licking and kissing her thighs, until her face was buried right between them and her tongue flicked faster and faster over Nabiki's center.
Nabiki came with a muffled squeal and realized that her gentle self-stimulation had turned to frantic rubbing and kneading. Her panties and pajamas now had a wet spot. She sighed and changed her panties, before lying down again and drifting off to sleep. That night she dreamed of a soft and yielding lover with purple hair.
The next morning saw Nabiki meeting with Shampoo on the corner she had specified. It was a little out of the way from her usual way to school, but it was a quiet area with several well-concealed spots where you could have a little privacy.
"Well, Shampoo," Nabiki said with an almost eager grin, "what can I do for you today?"
Shampoo blushed deeply and looked left and right to assure herself nobody was near. Then she leaned forwards and whispered into Nabiki's ear.
Nabiki could smell Shampoo's distinct fragrance, as the girl came so close to her, and she felt her hot breath on her ear. She clamped down on the quivering feelings that tried to start up inside her belly. This was business.
As it turned out, Shampoo's fetish of the day was
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