Sometimes, if you're not careful you become the thing you hate. A worthwhile and important lesson the nature of hatred for 'the other' that... actually doesn't apply in this case, because the thing Akane hated was 'perverts', and she didn't become a pervert because she hated them so much that it made her act like one. Quite the contrary. In this case she became one because, ahem, she was descended from a succubus. (Which arguably means her actions aren’t actually perverse but rather simply her nature, but that’s a debate Akane probably wouldn’t get into.)
It didn't hurt that Ukyo was hot. 'Cute fiance', yeah she could see it. For all that Ukyo acted like a boy half the time, she had a killer feminine physique. Feel those thighs, look at those hips, taste those breasts... Those weren't commands, those were descriptions of what Akane was doing at that very moment.
"M-More!" Ukyo whimpered, desperately, needily, in a tone that made Akane's feeding instincts salivate. "Give me more!"
This taste was heady. Exquisite. It had to beat out anything else that Ukyo had made in her life. Hah! Her pride as a chef would surely be shattered if that thought was ever put aloud. It almost served her right. All those times trying to split her and Ranma up. Setting her up with Ryoga. That whole thing with the sauce of ten years. And who could forget the Cave of Cursed Broken Love? Oh yes, Akane had found out about that one well after the fact.
Akane licked her lips, and part of her went 'hey, did we used to have fangs like that?' before getting distracted by Ukyo's greedy hands falling upon her breasts.
"I'll do anything you say," Ukyo begged, pleaded, promised. "Just let me cum again. Please, I can't take it anymore!"
To that, Akane answered by closing her hands over the back of Ukyo's, pushing them into a deeper grope of her breasts, unnoticing, or perhaps uncaring that her skin had a healthier shade of red about it, and that her tail was more prominent to the point it was practically glowing.
"Now, Ukyo, I'm not much of a chef," Akane grinned, beautiful and yet predatory. "Even I know you don't have your meal until it's finished cooking."
Yes, that's right. You don't want to leave your food undercooked. And more and more, Akane was starting to see Ukyo as less 'my friend and romantic rival' and more 'sirloin steak sizzling away.' It was with that kind of mouth watering frenzy she set upon Ukyo's body, not biting but kissing, sucking, licking. Making her feel good. Making her feel better than she ever had. Unleashing her sexual energy for Akane to feast upon. More. More. More! She'd been holding back from this? This feast? This full feeling in the pit of her stomach, this tingling on her tongue, this appetite long since ignored satiated at last -
Yet every time it felt truly full yet more emptiness was found. Enough wasn't enough. Her mouth trailed upwards leaving red marks wherever they landed leaving a path from stomach to mouth. Akane's tongue, now more like a prehensile penis than a human tongue, snaked its way into Ukyo's mouth, while her fingers, oh her busy fingers rubbed and kneaded and caressed and the tail with its heart shape throbbing at the end of it split open, revealing two smaller tails that each went for a different target. One for the pussy, the other anals, both pumping in and thrusting, eah thrust making Ukyo's nerves alight with desire and unashamed naked lust.
Take her. Break her. Remake her. Those words repeated like a mantra in Akane's mind. It would be easy at this point. She didn't hate Ukyo or anything, they got on pretty well, but she couldn't let her marry Ranma and the only way she'd give up is if she... reprioritized a little. Wouldn't it be better this way? Everyone would be happy. All she'd have to do was push a little bit further and then Ukyo would be her -
<b>Bonk.</b> “No. Bad Akane. Don’t get drunk on lust.”
"Hssssss!" Akane hissed, rubbing her head. "Did you just hit me with a small wooden mallet?"
Yuka shrugged. "I could always contact your fanon self, borrow her hammer."
"Oh no, please don't contact her, she scares me," Akane waved off. "Honestly, why do some people think I'm that bad? The way they tell it, I'd get pissed off if Ranma walked an old woman across the street."
“You just tried to mind whammy Ukyo into a sex slave, just saying.” Yuka said, “Honestly Dad’s still trying to fix Dr. Tofu, so you’re not the biggest screw up with your family at least.”
A hand fell upon Akane's shoulder, and she had to look down at the source. Ukyo. Totally blissed out. Looking like the cover art for Ahegao Monthly. Tongue rolled out, eyes in the back of her head, trembling slightly, every inch of exposed skin covered in a thin layer of - Akane couldn't help herself, she licked some of Ukyo's sweat right off her body.
"Oh wow, what's wrong with me?" Akane gasped on realising what she'd just done. Then she smacked her lips. That sweat had tasted good. And then she noticed something that should have been bleeding obvious. "My skin! Why is it red?"
"Jokes on your name aside, it's because you got really greedy about feeding," Yuka said. “You modified your body to get in line with more about what you think is a succubus.” She ran a finger along Akane’s forehead. "God, next time you and Ranma get at it, you'd need someone a lot stronger than me to split you apart. You really need some self control or your feeding habits are going to drive you and everyone you know up the wall."
"Mistress please fuck me more!" Ukyo yelled from her prone position on the ground. Yuka sighed, stepped around Akane, then whacked Ukyo on the head with the mallet. She popped up like a spring into a seated position. "Woah, I just had the weirdest yet hottest dream. Hi Akane, nice cosplay but it's a lot lewder than I'd expect from you." Ukyo’s face turned red, “Really, really lewd...” Her eyes flicked up and down Akane’s body… “Ah… err… you busy after school?”
Akane's wings flapped - and she ate another tiny wooden mallet to the top of her head.
"It's important to feed regularly," Yuka said. "But it's also important that you don't accidentally drain them of too much lust."
"Why not?" Akane asked. More being thorough than anything else.
"Well, you know how vampires can turn people into zombies if they drain them of too much blood?" Yuka asked. Actually Akane thought they turned them into more vampires, but sure. She nodded. "Well... exactly nothing like that happens here . All you get is a mindwiped love slave who will cater to your every whim without being able to give you another drop of lust to feed from."
Oh. There were at least three reasons that would be a bad thing. Wait a second.
"You couldn't have told me this before I sexed up Ukyo?!" Akane yelled, and ate yet another tiny mallet to the head.
“What are you two talking about?” Ukyo said, somehow catching on that there was a conversation going on around her.
“A roleplaying game.” Yuka said immediately. "Go back to staring at Akane's breasts."
This instruction was not necessary, as Ukyo had already tuned back into channel boob.
"Well, you're not meant to be <i>that</I> developed yet..." Yuka said. "I thought you were just hungry and spewing out horny magic, but your instincts were fixing to drain Ukyo dry. My prescription: Regular sex with both of Ranma's forms, and occasional casual sex with your romantic rivals."
"How regular are we talking?" Akane asked. "And how long until I don't look like the cover chick for a black metal album?"
"Booobs," Ukyo gurgled. "Red boooooobs!"
"When you get enough self control," Yuka said. "Until then, you're going to have to go to horny jail."
Akane thought that Yuka was joking. Alas, as she was about to learn, she was not.
- Akane goes to horny jail.
- Ukyo continues to deny that anything weird and sexy is going on between her and Akane.
- So, we've kept Shampoo out of this for too long at this point. Time for Akane to seduce her too!
- Meanwhile, Nabiki's making use of her own succubus talents.
- Something else
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