Well the celebration was over. Time to clean up for the next day...
All the streamers, old paper lanterns, and whatnot were in the trash, or packed away for next year.
The only thing left were the large balloons. They were no longer floating, so they could not just be released into the sky, but they were still so full they could not be thrown out just yet.
So she had to pop them first.
Of course just because the balloons were old, and no longer floating, did not mean they would give up without a fight, as the Chinese Amazon soon discovered with the orange balloon. Her kicks were powerful enough to blow holes in walls, but her full-powered stomp only bounced upon the sphere. Shampoo blinked in surprise, before grabbing the offending decoration from the floor, and squeezing it in her hands.
"Pop!" she yelled, yet the balloon refused to comply and instead squished like jello in her strong dainty hands. "POP, stupid balloon!"
Clutching the ribbon in one hand, and the top of the balloon in the other, she attempted to pull the balloon apart, only for the ribbon to break before the balloon. Undaunted, she tossed the flat string aside, and squeezed the balloon into her body . . . As she did so though, an odd sensation came over her . . .
Because she would turn into a cat when splashed with cold water, and she worked in a place where cold beverages were something customers sometimes ordered, Shampoo often did not wear a bra, as her feline paws would get tangled in the straps after transforming. This meant though that while squishing the stubborn orange balloon to her chest, she could feel the soft rubber now through her dress, and it made her nipples tingle a little.
No longer completely angry with the balloon she still intended to destroy, she began squishing it into her chest on purpose. Although she could not quite say why, her body seemed to LIKE the balloon being rubbed against herself.
Of course as it so happened, the balloon chose that moment to give in to her original demand.
Shampoo gave a tiny little shriek as the balloon burst against her chest, the freed air & leftover helium sweeping her hair back in a quick gust; it was much louder than an old balloon should have been, and surprised her with its sudden explosion.
The girl found herself amid a storm of competing emotions. Shock over the balloon popping. Accomplishment over its demise. Annoyance about it having stood up to so much before, only to go right when she was NOT trying to burst it. Embarrassment over being caught off guard by a balloon . . . Also more than a little arousal; the balloon whipping around her chest, and the sensation of the large rubber ball being reduced to a couple, much smaller scraps of latex, gave Shampoo some more tingling sensations in her body . . . And not just in her nipples this time either.
Turning around, the Chinese warrior maiden looked at the two remaining balloons. The red one reminded her of her darling Ranma's female form, while the blue one kind of reminded her of the school dress that her rival sometimes wore . . .
A mischief-filled smirk crossed her face as she remembered she would be alone to clean up for quite some time. Nobody would know or care if she decided to fool around a bit, with these last couple decorations that needed to be thrown out.
Pulling the red balloon up to herself, she gave it a little kiss. It was NOT the infamous "Kiss of Death" though.
She did not want THIS one to pop before she had some REAL fun with it first
Uploaded a more "complete" version now.
Originally this was just a quick sketch I threw together, and decided to scan. I was only going to color in Shampoo herself, but one thing led to another, and soon I was coloring in the whole thing. Before I could get to the shading though, I found I was late for something Sunday night, so I had to put finishing it on hold, but I decided to upload what I had done until I came back, just on a whim.
Until next time!