Story: Akane the Half Succubus/Alien

Two seperate responses to a fatesplit Tritan put up a few weeks back.


Akane the Succubus

Akane Tendo was an ordinary girl. Well, unless you count the fact that she could beat up a dozen boys under a minute flat and had an arranged marriage to a boy that was sometimes a girl. Aside from that though, she was absolutely and totally normal! A pretty girl who was kind of tough, a little short tempered sometimes and sweet as pie in others. She was a little clumsy, couldn't cook, couldn't swim but could ice skate pretty well. She also had the odd tendency to get guys obsessed with her, which was quite strange. There was simply something about this girl that captured the view of boys her own age.

Though why should that be when she was, after all, so completely normal?

Right about now she was in her room sleeping, and about to wake up. She was also hovering about, oh, say, five feet above her bed. That was normal, right?

"Mmm!" Akane stretched out and rolled over, momentarily oblivious to her, shall we say, elevated position. "That was a good night's sleep." She continued stretching and rubbed at her eyes, while in a seated position mid-air that was slowly, slowly dropping her back down onto her bed. At the instant before rump met bedsheets, she hopped up onto her feet and immediately set about getting dressed.

"Gosh, I feel really good today for some reason," she said to nobody in particular while pulling on her jogging shorts. This was all automatic. Ritualistic, almost. Every morning Akane went for a job to help wake herself up, and today was no different.

What was different, though, was that when she tried to pull her shirt over her head there was an obstruction of some sort. She could get her head through, and her arms into the sleeves. It came down the top a little bit, but down the back... well something was in the way.

So Akane did the only reasonable thing she could do, and kept right down that course towards the inevitable conclusion. Step one: Look in the mirror. Step two: Observe wings. Step three: Flap wings. Step four : Scream the whole damn house down.

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Let it be known that Ranma Saotome did not find Akane Tendo remotely attractive or appealing in any possible way. Nope, no sir, no how, no way. He certainly didn't dream about that uncute chick, catch himself in idle fantasies about what their married life would look like and definitely did not check out her thick thighs, trim waist or stare in rapt fascination when she ate an ice cream cone.

So, the sound of her voice screaming quite loudly only really woke him up because he was a martial artist. The reason he ran to her room is entirely because she was clearly in danger, and it's a martial artist's duty to protect the weak and besides which nobody touches his fiancee and gets away with it!

He actually beat the rest of Akane's family to her room, and threw the door open ready for - say - Happosai to be in there, or maybe a naked Ryoga sitting on the floor trying to cover himself up, or maybe Pantyhose Taro trying some scheme.

"Don't worry Akane, I'm here to... Guh... buh?"

They say that if you listened very closely that day you could hear Ranma's brains melt inside his head and start dribbling out of his ears. Akane was by herself in her room. Standing in front of her wardrobe. She was wearing her normal jogging gear. A pair of decent, baggy shorts. A comfortable looking shirt, but on this occasion the shirt wasn't quite on properly. The back of it was caught on a big pair of wings, making quite sure that her sports bra and everything between it and the waistline of her shorts was there and ready for the eyes to feast upon.

And oh, what a feast it was. To his credit Ranma tried not to stare. But he couldn't not stare. He'd seen Akane's tummy before but this time it was... Enthralling. He felt a peculiar compulsion nibbling away at the back of his thoughts: Get down on your hands and knees, crawl over to her, and stick your tongue in her navel like the lowly insect you -

Splash.

"What was that for?!" Ranma -  now in girl form - yelled, then backed off and truly did feel like an insect when he noticed the cup tipped out over his, ahem, her head was being held by Akane's eldest sister, Kasumi.

"Oh dear," Kasumi sighed and tutted. "Those came in a little earlier than I was expecting."

"Ah?" Akane flapped her wings. Ranma scratched at 'her' head. Weird. Suddenly Ranma was shoved into the wall by a bawling tomboy -  the worst kind of tomboy in her opinion - so that that tomboy could leap into her big sister and go for a big cry on her shoulder while flapping her wings. "Kasumi! What's happened to me? Why do I have these big gross wings?"

"Actually, they're kinda easy on the eyes..." Ranma mumbled. Ooh, weird. Staring at those things made her feel funny in her abdomen. What did they feel like - Kasumi slapped the back of Ranma's hands, as though catching her reaching for the cookie jar.

"Shh... It's alright," Kasumi smiled down at Akane. It was a smile warmer than the sun. Even Ranma felt at ease, and she only caught the periphery of it. "There's no easy way to say this, so I'll just come out with it."

And then a big pair of beautiful wings sprouted out of Kasumi's back. While Akane's wings were like bats, Kasumi's were more like a giant seagull's wings. White and radiant, positively glowing with magical energies.

"Our mother was a succubus," Kasumi admitted. "I'm so sorry we didn't tell you."

Well now. Both Ranma and Akane reacted the same general way: Mute staring. Because, well, how the hell do you even react to that?

"A succubus," Akane repeated. Kasumi nodded. "As in, the demon that feeds on perverted lust?" Another nod. Akane started to squirm, glanced across at Ranma for reasons that would elude the boy turned girl because when you get right down to it Ranma Saotome was a complete <i>idiot</i>. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"Well... We didn't expect this to manifest for quite some time..." Kasumi answered. "Ah, Ranma... It might be best if you left for a little while. Some of what we have to discuss is pretty sensitive -"

"Like the fact that half-succubi only develop their wings when they want to fuck someone!"


It is quite commonly said around Furinkan that dropping Nabiki Tendo into a conversation is rather more damaging than dropping a dozen grenades. Of course, many that knew her well leaped to her immediate defense upon hearing that ludicrous comparison: She was worth at least two dozen, perhaps even three if she was in a bad enough mood. Nabiki sauntered into the room with her own wings out and absolutely no shirt on, oh lord Ranma look away from her boobs your life depends on it, just look away at anything else.

Nope. Can't do it. Would find it easier to bench press a mountain or verbally direct Ryoga through a labyrinth than look away at that chest right now. Heck, Ranma hadn't really properly absorbed the idea that Akane wanted to have sex with someone otherwise the question of who that was would have consumed his very being. That's how distracted he was by Nabiki right now! Any minute now Akane was going to flatten her and frankly she'd deserve -

"Guhhhhh...." Akane grunted. Just as lost in staring as Ranma was.

Luckily for both of them Kasumi was not remotely phased. She playfully flicked Nabiki on the forehead - and suddenly a shirt appeared over her.

"Nabiki..." Kasumi said in a warming tone. "What did I tell you about using those for reasons other than feeding? Your powers are not for fun or fooling around, young lady."

To that, Nabiki shrugged. "So I practised turning girls bi curious while you worked out your clothes manipulation ability." Her eyes flicked over towards Ranma for a moment, prompting Ranma to realise she'd trapped her hands between her thighs for some reason. She pulled them out and tried to look nonchalant about it. "I think Ranma-baby deserves to know all of this as well. After all, Akane is his fiancee."

"Oh no!" Akane yelped. "This is bad enough as it is! The last thing I need is him making snide comments about how unsuitable I am to be a succubus because my thighs are too thick -"

Huh? Ranma's eyes snapped down to Akane's legs. Weird... It was like something had moved on the edge of his vision right around about Akane's thighs.

"- Or that I'm flat chested," she continued. There, again! This time at chest level! Was it her imagination or was Akane's chest a little bit bigger than Ranma's all of a sudden? "Or that I have no figure to speak of! Why should I put up with any of that?"

This time Ranma was watching for it. Akane's figure just sort of... Woosh. That was the only word for it. Her stomach was already fit, but it was like someone had taken something out of her waist and moved it down a few inches, right into her hips. No, no those weren't hips. Those were Hips, easily earning the capital letter.

"No, no. I think that Nabiki is right," Kasumi stroked Akane's hair. "If anything I think that Ranma would be quite understanding about all of this. After all, this cursed form must make life very awkward."

"Not to mention that he'll make a superb test dummy for learning how to control her powers of seduction." Nabiki cooly inspected her fingernails. If it was anyone else Ranma would think that they were acting all innocent. Nabiki didn't bother acting all innocent. She acted all guilty while daring you to make the accusation.

"Ah! Wonderful idea!" Kasumi clapped her hands together. "I'll call in school, sick for both of you."

"Tell them Akane cooked last night," Ranma said automatically, giving a curt nod and actually feeling pretty great to be in a place that she fully understood.  "Food poisoning. That'll do it."

"Ranma! You idiot!" Akane wheeled around and slapped her across the cheek.

To which Ranma had the same response anyone might have if they were slapped by a succubus. Her eyes rolled up in her head, she came, and then she collapsed into a crumpled heap on the floor. Yeah, Kasumi and Nabiki really had their work cut out for them if they wanted to teach her how to control these abilities!

"By the way, I would've thought that scream would've woken up daddy..." Nabiki pondered.

"Oh, he and Mister Saotome were dragged out by Master Happosai again last night," Kasumi smiled. "I believe they drank themselves unconscious to forget. I believe father mentioned something about a noodle factory and a bottle of lotion."

To that, all three sisters nodded sagely in full understanding. Ranma, meanwhile, was too busy twitching on the floor reeling from her first female orgasm to properly take in much of anything.  A martial artist's duty is, in truth, a dangerous one.

It's just that in this case the danger Ranma faced was more related to dehydration than much of anything else. Oh, but the hellish day ahead, if spoken of to male peers would be the envy of their lives. If only they knew. If only they could understand.

1. Akane tries to learn to be unsexy. Is as successful with this as her cooking and swimming lessons.
2. At school, Ukyo gets suspicious that they are both absent, doesn't buy the excuse and decides to check things out.
3. Shampoo has a plot to seduce Ranma. Does not yet realise depths of her competition.
4. It turns out that Tatewaki Kuno's attraction to Akane stemmed from a demon hunter bloodline which now fully activates.
5. Hold on. If the wings only appear when the half-succubi is mentally ready to have sex, then what about Kasumi and Nabiki?
6. Something else

 
Akane the Alien

It was the first day of summer vacation, so for the Tendo and Saotome families that could mean only one thing: Beach time! The weather was glorious, the sun high in the clear blue sky. The clouds must have also taken a break, so why not follow their lead and head somewhere you can properly enjoy it?

"Ah, this is nice!" Nabiki said, stretching out as she tugged off her shirt. She was already wearing her swimsuit underneath, a dark purple one piece which she showed off with a twirl and a smirk. "Had to go on a diet to make sure I fit properly."

"Huh, really?" Ranma asked. In girl form, because for someone with a Jusenkyo curse the act of staying in regular non-cursed form was as futile a task as trying to teach Genma Saotome manners. "Wow, you girls really gotta give it your all don't you?"

This earned him three sets of annoyed stares, because Ranma was standing there wearing a bright blue one piece with the word "boy" across her chest. A trio of boys strolled by and not a one of them had eyes for Nabiki when there was a cute and busty redhead right there to stare at.

"Hey Ranma! Want to let me bury you in the sand?" Nabiki asked, wielding a bucket and shovel in the most menacing manner one can wield such tiny toys.

"Nabiki!" Akane warned. "Just because Ranma is an insensitive ass doesn't mean you can torment him."

"Yeah!" Ranma nodded. "That's her job."

A sharp elbow to the gut, and Akane was off. Ugh, honestly! Can't he just cut it with the insensitive comments and the snark? For a day. That might be nice. Oh well! On the plus side there was no sign of -

"Hotcha!"

... Guh! Really? Akane rubbed her temple in dismay and beheld the sight of Happosai tormenting some poor girl in a tiger print -

"Pervert!" Zap. Akane finished the thought: Bikini. "I may not know a lot about earth customs, but I at least know that is highly inappropriate!"

The girl turned around and her green hair played off the sunlight. After a moment she caught sight of Akane, smiled, and floated over - yes, floated over to her, over the sand waving cheerfully at her. Those were fangs. Huh! Relative of Ryoga maybe? They didn't look lost...

"Hi there!" the girl said. "I'm a little lost, could you help me out?"

Appearances could be deceiving. But no, surely not. This girl couldn't possibly be related to -

"I'm looking to get to a place called the Tendo dojo, in a place called Furinkan. Do you know where it is?"

"Uh..." Akane quirked an eyebrow. "May I ask why you want to go there?"

"Oh, well... I'm visiting relatives."

Ladies and gentlemen, it may prove prudent to remind you all at this time that the time honoured favourite activity of all who live and dwell within the Furinkan area is "grabbing the wrong end of the stick." If it were possible for this to be an Olympic event, Furinkan would bring home the gold in perpetuity. It was a reflexive habit at this point. Compounding matters further is that by this time Akane has managed to do this so often thanks to Ranma's... Quirky behaviour and quirkier friends that her thought process went like this:

"So, that makes it sound like we're her relatives because she's trying to get to our place... But then again, I have made leaps to conclusions that weren't true quite often of late. Like that time Ranma stumbled into my room shirtless and with his bare chest glistening with oil. Or the time it sounded like Ryoga was trying to tell me he loved me, when he was actually really really hungry for some pork. Hm... I wonder what Kasumi brought for lunch. Probably sandwiches... I could have at least helped her make sandwiches, I don't mess those up! In fact I've been dying to try a combination rice cake and hot pepper sandwich, with a sprinkling of cinnamon...

"Oh right! This strange floating girl was wanting to visit the dojo! I bet she's looking for Ryoga. He hangs out more at our place than he does at his own, so that must be it!"

Aloud, she said "You had better come with us. My name is Akane, what's yours?"

"I'm Lum!" the girl said, flashing a big toothy grin. It would be beautiful if it didn't also look like she could bite your fool head off in a single go. "Ah, between you and me, I'm not actually human."

Akane looked at the horns on her head, then at the distance between feet and ground.

"You don't say..." she muttered, nonplussed. She'd seen weirder by now. At least this Lum was nice.

"I'm an Oni!" the girl continued. "Ah, and... Don't tell anyone, but we're planning to invade next week. I snuck off because I wanted to meet my cousins and uncle before we took over."

"Oh!" Akane's face fell. "That's... That's really nice."

Oh crap! She'd just learned that an alien force was coming to take over the planet! She glanced over Lum's shoulder. Happosai was still lying there on the ground, his hands reaching up and twitching. Guh! And they could take out someone like him so easily! That old man was one of the two strongest fighters she'd ever seen!

"S-Sooooft!" Happosai mumbled. Ah. His hands weren't twitching. They were groping. Which meant... "I must feel those again! Kukukuku!"

<b>"Run!"</b> Akane yelled, grabbing hold of Lum's hand and pulling her off down the beach while Happosai rose like the demon he truly was. She didn't look back. She didn't dare. She could feel his battle aura, and even that was making her want to stop in place. A single glance and the sheer mortal terror would grip her soul for the rest of the day.

"There's no escape!" Happosai's voice echoed across the beach.

Funny thing about Akane. Telling her she can't do something is the most assured way to make her attempt it. Trouble is that, well, have you tried to run quickly through sand? It doesn't go well. Your feet keep on sinking in, the ground's not that even, you have real trouble judging how much force you need to put in at any given step to maximise efficiency and - Oh, would you look at that, she was flying!

"Ooh, that old man is really scary," Lum observed, carrying Akane underarm as she flew upwards. "Also... Tcha, maybe consider losing weight?"

"It's muscle! Not fat!" Akane yelled upwards. "Muscle is heavier than fat!"

Lum shot her a look as if to say 'Yeah, sure.' But if she was about to make a comment it was interrupted by a loud "Hotcha!" and a small bundle of perversion leaping for Lum's chest. Akane's face went pale. She could see electricity arcing around Lum's body - while she was holding onto Akane! She had to think quickly. She had to think fast! Unfortunately the only tactic she had seen which ever worked against the old man was -

"Hey, isn't that Ranma rubbing suntan lotion on his girl form's chest?"

And the old man was gone. Sorry Ranma. She internally promised to make it up for him later on. Maybe a foot rub, or... Oh! Cupcakes! Yes, she could always treat him for putting up with that old pervert so much.

"Sorry about him," Akane sighed. Lum set her down on a nearby wall, and Akane set herself into a seated position staring out at the sea. "He's a real troublemaker. Nobody can control him. I doubt he can even control himself. Lousy stinking pervert..."


"That's alright," Lum said, setting herself down next to Akane. "I don't mind perverts if they're at least cute."

Oh, so this alien was one of <i>those</i> kind of girls was she? Akane sighed again. Poor  Ryoga, having to deal with an alien like this for a relative. She really did feel sorry for that poor boy. Life kept on kicking him, it seemed.

Of course, she was still holding onto that stick by its wrong end like a championship contender. It absolutely refused to penetrate her skull that this girl was, in point of fact, her cousin on her mother's side. But surely that kind of misunderstanding couldn't possibly cause any problems. Right?

1. Akane tells everyone that Lum is Ryoga's cousin. They all nod sagely, understanding why she is so weird.
2. Meanwhile, Ranma suddenly has to fend off Happosai. And this dork called Ataru too!
3. The families were followed by a fiancee or two.
4. Rei arrives looking for Lum.
5. Other Urusei Yatsura characters arrive.
6. Something else