Story: Succubus-Chan

A martial artist must know fear, but never let it control them. Well, that was true for most martial artists. Ranma Saotome wasn't afraid of nothing. You want to throw a ravenous rampaging boar at him? Please. How about a pissed off dragon? Yawn! Want to wake up Nyarlathotep and tell him Ranma Saotome had pissed in his cereal? Please do, it would be a fun afternoon adventure.

Nothing made him feel fear. Except cats. And... that thing in the kitchen.

It was perhaps the most terrifying thing he could imagine. A monster too great for Martial Arts to defeat.

"My fall will be for you. My love will be in you. If you be the one to cut me, I'll bleed forever..."

That monster being, Akane Tendo making soup and humming a symphonic metal song. While wearing one of Kasumi's apron, a red miniskirt and a sleeveless top with a bunny print pattern. The sight was so terrifying that, on merely glimpsing it, Ranma had been rooted to the spot, staring at Akane's back as she stood at the counter chop - chop - chopping away at vegetables on the chopping board seeming oblivious to his presence.

Occasionally the girl would stop to check a book she had laid open to the side of the chopping board, nod happily, and then set about with her next task. Not that it was anything complicated, but... But soup is pretty much one of the easiest things to cook. Really, if you think about it for thirty seconds, it's pretty damned trivial to do. You boil water. You cut up some vegetables. Maybe toss in something else, like cooked meat or lentils. You let it boil for, like, twenty minutes to half an hour depending on what's in it, then you serve it up. Done. Easy.

"Scent of the sea before waking afterwards. Brings me to thee, Into the blue memory..."

Such a thing should be beyond Akane Tendo. Such a thing should be a witch's brew, that would make men keel over sick from the stench alone.

"A siren from the deep came to me. Sang my name my longing..."

But that wasn't the part that scared Ranma. The prospect of being made to eat Akane's swill was mortifying, for sure, but...

"Still I write my songs about that dream of mine."

But the thing that was really scaring him was how almost very damn nearly but not quite actually c-c-cute she was looking and acting right now.

"Worth everything I may ever be"

Finally, he could take no more and entered this impending disaster zone. "Yo tomboy, what're you up to today?"

She turned to face him, and... Huh. That apron sure did hide the clothes she was wearing, didn't it? If he hadn't seen her with her back turned, he'd swear she was... under that apron... completely and totally n-na-nak...

"If you must know, I'm making soup."

Then she turned up her nose and went right back to what she was doing. It felt like a weight was released from Ranma's back. Ah, that uncute attitude was almost sort of refreshing. Why he almost smiled while watching her back, eyes drifting downwards, taking note of the gentle way her hips were swaying, as though inviting him to watch them.

"Oh yeah?" he asked. "Making soup for who?"

"Who else?" she asked. "You, dummy! I'm proving a point."

Huh, had she been doing some new leg exercises or something, there seemed to be a little more muscle around her thighs than normal. Not that he spent a long time looking at her thighs or anything like that.

"Proving a point, huh?" Ranma asked. "Let me guess, you wanted to prove that you could kill a man even with a bowl of soup?"

"No!" Akane peered into that book again. Then turned her head to stick her uncute, so viciously uncute tongue out at him. "I'm proving that I can do an-y-thi-ng I put my mind to."

Huh. It was funny, but... when she said the word 'anything' Akane had kinda... sorta... Put her free hand on her hip and made interesting motions with her butt that he didn't know she could make. Weird. For some reason watching that made his throat feel dry. So he coughed into his hand, and - since he couldn't quite find his voice - he decided to pester Akane in a wholly different way. By peeking over her shoulder to look at this book she was checking out.

"Nope! Mind your own business, buster!"

Only for Akane to spoil his fun by scooping the book up and holding it where he couldn't see it. Which didn't stop Ranma. No sir! Now he was determined to figure out what that book was about! Cue a madcap dash around the counter, with Ranma jumping and hopping around, while Akane was struggling to keep him at arm's reach.

Why, such antics might - to the eye of someone who did not know the pair - seem as though the two could possibly be flirting. Not to those who knew them, of course. Those people understood perfectly well that these two were flirting. A better understanding than these two, it must be said...

"Blegh!" Ranma pulled his cheeks apart and stuck out his tongue. "Keep your secrets, uncute tomboy! You think it makes you sexy, keeping secrets from your fiance?" <s>Because it was working.</s> "Doesn't matter what you read, you'll still be hopeless in the kitchen!"

"Says you!"

"Says everyone that's tried your -"

Ah, she decided to show him the book, by punching him with it.

"Alright, that's it buster!" Akane huffed. "How about this? If I can make soup that you like, you'll go out on a proper date with me. How does that sound?"

"Blegh! You'll never pull it off!" Ranma jeered, this time tugging his eyelid down at her. "So when you fail, you'll let me read that crummy book of yours, how does that sound?"

"Deal! Now, shoo! I don't want you trying to cheat by sneaking sugar in my soup or something like that."

While Akane shoved him out of the room, Ranma twiddled his thumbs and looked to the ceiling.

"No need for that, you'll do it yourself in five minutes without my help..."

Which is how he wound up sitting at the Tendo family dinner table, drumming his fingers and muttering darkly under his breath, the rest of the family - even Nabiki - steadfastly avoiding him.

"Stupid uncute tomboy thinking she can make soup just because she found some fancy book when her problem's always been following instructions and being a big stupid uncute clumsy girl..." He fell onto his back and stared upwards. "Man, what's with her today anyhow? Making that kind of gamble like that? I bet she just wants to show off. Or it’s a trick to get out of something. Yeah I bet Nabiki put her up to this or maybe her old man…”

Then, out of nowhere, he realised the situation he'd put himself in. The only way for this contest to be judged was to do the unthinkable. He'd have to... He'd have to eat Akane's cooking. Soup that was made by those clumsy hands that can't follow instructions.

That creeping terror returned. Ranma sat up, ready to flee at a moment's notice -

"Here you go!"

Only to find a spoon shoved into his mouth by that very same girl. Ranma's pigtail shot straight up in shock, waiting for the moment where his tastebuds would be ruined for the next hour at least. His imagination trying and failing to stop itself from imagining what horrors she might have -

The spoon was extracted. Ranma smacked his lips. He stared at the bowl in front of him, as Akane dipped the spoon back in, lifted it up a little ways in front of his mouth, and he almost couldn't help himself but scoot his head forward and open his mouth around the spoon.

"Here, let me," Akane said, and sat in his lap. "Open wide, there's a good boy."

It defied reason. It completely upended his expectations. His view of the world had turned sideways, inside out, upside down, back to front. Black was white, water was dry, the sun rose in the west and set in the east. Akane's soup was... good? And not just good, whenever she held that spoon under his nose he couldn't stop opening his mouth and gulping it down.

He was barely aware of the girl wriggling in his lap, pressing her body against his. Nor was he aware of the glazed over gleam in his eyes or the quickly building erection in his boxers.

Well, that last one... he did notice. After he'd finished the soup. After Akane got out of his lap and said "Alright, buster. Now your end of the deal. Take me out someplace nice, and shoo away those other girls if they try to interfere. Got it?"

"Yeah yeah..." Ranma groused. Dammit, why did he have to get hard now when Akane was right there? She might think something silly, like the idea that seeing her in an apron, or seeing her bare legs or shoulders <s>or having her give him a lapdance while feeding him yummy food</s> was getting him all excited... "Hey, is that Happosai trying to sneak off with your underwear again?"

"Where?! I'll punt him into orbit!" As Akane jumped off him, Ranma’s eyes were given a parting gift. Akane’s lacy black panties, clinging tightly to her rear. Stretched tightly against her crotch. Looking… almost… damp...

Ranma zipped out of there so quickly he should have broken the sound barrier. Destination - the bathroom! Unused? Perfect! No trace of anyone? Wonderful! Lock? Set! Trousers? Down. Boxers? With trousers. Hand? Wrapped firmly around penis.

"Hehehe..." Ranma cackled to himself while furiously jerking it. "I'll show her. I'll show that uncute sexless tomboy." Images assailed his mind. Akane in her gi. Akane in her school uniform. Akane walking in on him in the bath. "She wants a date? I'll show her. I'll show her the best date she'll ever be on! Hahahaha!"

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“Hah. I sure showed him. He thinks I can’t cook huh?” Akane said triumphantly, throwing her setting aside her blouse and miniskirt, before tossing her panties into the laundry. The sign was up, the bath was hot, it was time to relax before Ranma took her on the date he owed her. 

Akane had no idea that a mere half an hour ago Ranma had been furiously wanking it to the imagined site of her naked body sliding into the bath, the water rising up around her. Steam framing her figure.

Akane closed her eyes in bliss. Not just from the bath, but from the look on Ranma’s face! And it was all thanks to Succubus-chan! She could almost imagine her cute sexy sensei applauding her.

“Good job Akane!” She’d say, sitting across from her in the tub. Her own sexy figure obscured by water, but her tail was wriggling with joy. "You've got him eating out of the palm of your hand."

"Thanks, Succubus-Chan, you're such a great teacher," Akane said. Then she blinked. Huh? It - it really did seem as though Succubus-Chan was there in front of her in the bath!

Before Akane could react she heard a distinctive plop. Something had landed in the water next to her. Looking down, she saw... a large potato. Another plop, this time a carrot. Another, and a turnip landed in front of her. A leek. An onion. Another potato, another carrot, on and on it went, assorted vegetables landing in the bath next to her, turning the hot water a funny colour and giving the steam a delicious aroma.

“You’re going to be so delicious once you’re complete Akane. Just like this soup!” Succubus-chan said, pulling a carrot out of the water and sticking it in her mouth. She didn’t bite it, she feliated it, sliding it in and out of her mouth, moaning slightly… <b>Crack</b> and then a single sharp bite, the rest of the vegetable fell in the water. "Although, it seems to me like your fiance will be cooked first. That boy wants to do such nasty, nasty thing to you, he doesn't even know it himself."

"Huh, this smells really good," Akane whispered to herself. "Wait, I'm being cooked in this as well."

"Duh! You haven't figured it out yet?" Succubus-Chan giggled. "Well, unlike you humans, I don't kill my food to eat it. In fact, the bigger and better you live the tastier you are!”

Ooh, Akane felt light headed all of a sudden. Her teacher rose from the steam, giving Akane a full look at her body. Woooah! She was so jealous of that figure! Watching her made it impossible to move, impossible to think, all that she could do was sit there and stew.

"Now, lesson 3," Succubus-Chan said, leaning over to close Akane's gaping mouth. "How to cook your fiance on your first official date. The only question is, do you want him raw, medium, or rare?"

"Wh-what does that even...?" Akane gulped.

“Well, you know, if you don’t want your date to be cooked at all and be <b>boring</b> and perhaps make him more interested in a fiance who can put out you could not bother cooking at all and just give him some boring little kiss after she shows up.” Succubus-chan sighed. “But if you want to make it exciting, I suggest you add a little cream to your date.” At that point hot white cream poured over Akane’s head. “So, rare or well done?”

"Muh- Medium! I'll take medium!"

"Oho!" Succubus-Chan grinned. "How daring. Very well then, Akane Tendo. Your next lesson will be, how to entice your man into accepting a blow-."

“Akane!” Kasumi’s voice suddenly shot into Akane’s ears, and her eyes opened.

“Huh!?” Akane looked around. She was in the bath, all alone. No vegetables or cream or Succubus-chan. “Oh, uh, sorry Kausmi! I must have fallen asleep or something!” She shouted to her sister knocking at the door. What a weird dream, the memory of it fading from her mind. Instead all she could think about was the upcoming date. And how Akane would have a meal that Ranma would never forget.

1. Ranma is in full on over the top 'guy who think he knows what a cool guy is like but hasn't been on a proper date in his life' mode.
2. Somehow, certain parties find out about this 'date' and set about sabotaging it.
3. Akane isn't the only one receiving advice from Succubus-Chan.
4. Akane starts seeing Succubus-Chan everywhere, offering her sexy advice that she can't help but follow.
5. Something else