Story: Akane's Quest

Shampoo was always hot. While she might come from a village led by Warrior Women, all that meant was their appreciation of the importance of raw sex appeal. It was encouraged - though not necessary - for their strongest fighters to also be among their prettiest. A sexy little package that could trip up men, making them underestimated easily, and also enabling them to be manipulated via means other than raw strength.

It also meant if they found a man who caught their attention, an outsider especially, one strong enough to be a worthwhile partner, it would be all the easier to seduce them. Lure them into bed, and keep them there. Shampoo had long grown frustrated with how challenging Ranma was proving to seduce. She had thrown herself at him time after time, and yet he barely seemed to notice. If anything, he seemed annoyed with her. Wanted her to go away. Preferred a girl with less impressive martial prowess and a less impressive body, who was far less open with her feelings.

An irrational choice. Illogical. Though affairs of the heart often are. She'd tried a few odd things here and there to get his attention on her, but they didn't tend to pan out. Perhaps it was the curse he had? Perhaps it made him care less about the female body and the general cuteness of a partner? It wouldn't explain everything, but it was a good place to start.

Finding that Akane Tendo now had an enormous heaving bosom had spurred her into action... and given her a new avenue of attack. One she was sure would succeed where others had failed. For which she would have to send her thanks to that cult, enabling her to step into the future with much more confident steps than she could have yesterday.

She knocked on the front door to the Tendo compound. Announcing her presence for once instead of simply barging in through a wall. Not today. Today would be different, for she was different, and she was going to make a point here. 

The gate opened. Kasumi Tendo stood there. How typical. Shampoo put on her very best smile for the only mature and reasonable woman for miles around - or so it felt sometimes.

"Hello Shampoo," Kasumi said. "I'm afraid that Ranma and Akane are out right now, so they cannot play with you."

"Nihao!" Shampoo waved cheerily. "Is okay, Shampoo come inside to wait! Shampoo have big, big surprise for airen!"

Kasumi's eyes flickered for a moment down to Shampoo's rear. She was currently wearing a dress that cut off right underneath her rump, and it was being strained considerably. Her rather pleasant posterior was now somewhere between two and three times the size it had been before, so no wonder Kasumi had noticed.

"I... I see," Kasumi said. "I'm not too sure how long they will be, perhaps you should come back tomorrow?"

A polite refusal, but Shampoo simply rolled her eyes and pushed Kasumi inside. "No, Shampoo not mind waiting, gives plenty of time to try something out.

"Ah? Pardon me, but please don't -" Kasumi began, but Shampoo simply jabbed her in the side of the waist, causing her to sink to her knees, then whirled around and did something sneaky.

You see, Shampoo was already quite adept with certain pressure points. Her ability to manipulate a person's memories with some simple shampoo and deft touches to the back of the head should make that much clear already. She hadn't used it since the incident with Akane for the simple reason that... firstly, that shampoo was expensive to make, but more crucially Ranma would recognise it right away. Even if it was used on him. Also, she still hadn't worked out how Akane had broken free of it, which made the whole thing even worse!

However, thanks to that booty obsessed cult Shampoo had learned a brand new way to implement the technique. She parked the back of Kasumi's head right between her new cheeks, and used fine muscle control to massage her scalp in a faster and more efficient way than she ever could with her fingers. With fingers, you were limited to ten points at a time. Thanks to her new enormous ass, she had easily double that!

"Ohhhh, oh my..." Kasumi burbled as Shampoo set to work. "Huh! Huuuuuuh, I see, I see, how had I not seen it before?"

"Seen what?" Shampoo innocently asked.

"You are... perfect for your airen!" Kasumi blinked, but her eyes were misaligned in their timing. "You are his ideal wife. I should support you and him hooking up as soon as possible."

Hrmph! Perfect! Shampoo felt a warm satisfaction travel through her body when she heard that, everything was going exactly as - 

Her eyes suddenly went lifeless and unseeing. Her body language shifted. She continued to massage Kasumi's scalp using her hind quarters, almost machine like in behaviour.

"And... I shall visit the gym, to help improve the size of my ass," Kasumi continued. "Ass is life. Ass is divine. All must worship ass."

"All... must... worship... ass!" Shampoo repeated back. Ah, perhaps this was all going to plan, but that plan may not be Shampoo's...

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Meanwhile, we can finally answer the question about what the inside of a Succubus' Home looks like. The answer: Pretty normal actually? It didn't seem all that out of place for a mansion like this. Akane had been expecting something... lewder. Paintings and statues of naked people, furniture shaped like genitals, something like that. Instead, it was a pretty regular old mansion. Well kept, clean, with furniture that seemed pretty normal at first blush.

"Don't touch anything," Ranma warned. "This is a succubus we're dealing with, so I'm betting a lot of this stuff is cursed."

Akane turned to tell Ranma she knew all about that, only to find that he'd been saying it to Nabiki. Not her. That got a scowl out of her, and she nudged him in the ribs.

"Hey Akane could you go sit in that chair for a minute, I wanna check something," Ranma said, so she elbowed him again. "Uncute!"

"I'm not getting myself cursed with sex magic on purpose!" Akane huffed, turning her nose up and walking away - only to step on something and stumble back, landing right in Ranma's waiting arms. His strong... powerful... Manly arms. So comforting, so warm, so... Reassuring. For a moment there, Akane thought she could lie in his arms forever.

"Clumsy much?" he asked. And that's the spell broken. She pulled out of his grip. "Blegh, and there's you thinking I need to keep an eye on your sister."

"You do! She's not a martial artist!" Akane countered. "It's not my fault, I stepped on... Huh? There was definitely something there, where'd it go?"

"Keh, this place is playing tricks on your uncute brain," Ranma scoffed and shrugged. "Come on, I'll take the lead. Just try not to get distracted by my manly figure, the succubus will probably feast on your desire for me."

Another harsh nudge in the ribs, and Ranma did indeed take the lead. Oooh, that boy! The cheek of him! Hrmph! Akane fell into line with her sister by her side, and - "Glad to see you're enjoying yourself," Akane huffed.

"Why shouldn't I be?" Nabiki whispered back. "I mean, he's right. The view back here is <i>very nice</i>."

"Nabiki! He's my fiance!" Akane whispered. "Stop drooling over him!"

"Oh, sorry, what was that?" Nabiki whispered. "I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you over the sound of Ranma's manly footsteps sweeping me off my feet."

Grr! Reacting was obviously just feeding her, so Akane turned her attention back to Ranma. Who had probably heard the entire exchange and was also enjoying it quite a lot! So unfair, when the two of them work together to tease her like this! Nobody could push her buttons better than this duo!

Still... Nabiki did have a point. As annoying as it was, Ranma was... hot. In both forms. She hated admitting to that fact, but it was a definite truth. He was cute as a boy, handsome and strong with a cocky smile that could melt a girl's heart. She was cute as a girl, with a petite busty physique that could charm a guy at twenty paces. It didn't really help that the two of them had kinda, sorta, made out after that little incident at the cafe and she kinda sorta wanted to do it again. Despite him being a loudmouthed jerk. Because he was <i>her</i> loudmouthed jerk...

The sooner they found this succubus, the better. The last thing Akane wanted was this place getting to her! Especially with her sister here to make it all the worse!

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Oh wow these two were walking a really fine act. The succubus possessing Nabiki could see it easily. The two of them were about two seconds away from riding each other's faces at a moment's notice. The mutual physical and emotional attraction was off the scale, it was a wonder Akane hadn't been knocked up yet, how had they kept their hands off each other?

Searching Nabiki's memories told the answer: Stubbornness. They were both stubborn idiots. That's how. Oh, what a shame! How lamentable! That these two doofuses were able to keep their hands to themselves... Well, no matter. This house was filled to bursting with all sorts of sex magic that was designed to ensnare even the wariest of intruders, all it would take was a little nudge here and there - and the relationship between these three would be changed forever.

Then, on top of that... the sneaky succubus would gain a few more servants that she could use to ensnare the will of still others. A pair of strapping martial artists like these, and a steel trap mind like Nabiki's working for her? How ideal, how perfect, it was almost like poetry! Though one question did persist - which trap should she lead them into first?