Story: Akane's Quest

The answer to her question was obvious after only a moment's thought: The kitchen. It's well known that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. Think about it for a moment. For many men the ultimate turnon was 'naked apron', right? The maid was another common fetish. Then there was all manner of food play that existed, eating food off your partner or having it eaten off of you... Food had a strong association with sex.

Ultimately, there is a part of all men that don't grow up. They want to be fed by a beautiful woman. There's something perhaps a little oedipal about it, something that leads to the fixation upon large breasts. Which Akane certainly had. Hence, taking her to the kitchen felt like a stupendously good idea, and -

"Do you hear laughing?" Nabiki asked. She patted at her ears. "I could swear I heard someone laughing just now."

"Must be the house playing tricks," Ranma said. "That succubus must be hiding somewhere laughing at us."

"Whatever," Nabiki shrugged. Weird. Probably didn't mean anything. "Let's check in here - Oh look, the kitchen!"

"Let's look upstairs," Ranma said very quickly, trying to drag Akane towards the flight of stairs and away from the kitchen. Suddenly in quite the hurry. Yet Akane wasn't having it. She poked her head inside the room, and then tiptoed inside to take a look. "Now see what you did?"

Nabiki shrugged and followed Akane inside. Alright! Let's see, let's see. What exactly should she do with these two in here...?

"Maybe we could lure the succubus out with the smell of a nicely cooked meal?" Nabiki offered.

"Then we don't let Akane anywhere near it," Ranma said, sticking out his tongue. Akane promptly elbowed him for that remark.

"I'll have you know that I am improving, buster!" she warned. "Anyway, this food is all enchanted, cooking it seems like a really bad idea."

"Eh, maybe not, you'd probably spoil the enchantment anyway," Ranma grumbled. "It'll probably use all its magic up trying to taste edible."

The two of them entered into a stern staring contest that was burning with sexual tension. Oooh, delicious! Feed it more! More, more, more! It was so yummy, so scrummy, she couldn't help but want a deeper taste! Though outwardly, they were angry at each other, for Nabiki this had the taste of foreplay. If their self control dropped even an iota, they'd be throwing each other against the wall and tearing off their clothes in wild reckless abandon!

There it was again. That cruel, mocking laughter. What was that?

"Alright buster, have it your way!" Akane huffed. "I bet you want me to get corrupted by this stupid succubus enchanted food, don't you?"

"Blegh! Maybe you'll be cuter if you were!" Ranma teased. "Hrmph! Maybe you should go for it? The succubus would take one whiff of your cooking and - Wait why are you putting on an apron? Akane, no!"

"Akane yes!" Akane replied, pulling the apron over her head and then tugging out some pots, some pans and blowing dust off an old recipe book. "Alright, let's see here, what do we have? Um, let's make it simple... Pancakes, perfect!"

"Nabiki, if we walk out slowly, she might not notice us," Ranma whispered, a snug grip on Nabiki's arm, stepping back slowly out of the room. "There's a chance she'll wind up burning this mansion to the ground - or maybe she'll poison the succubus and that'll be the end of it."

Huh? A frown fell upon Nabiki's face here. What was this idiot saying? Come on. Look at her. There's no way such a cute girl could be that bad at cooking. Surely it was more of their mutually tsundere teasing. Right?

That laughter again? Hold on. The other two weren't hearing it... Maybe she should take a closer look at Nabiki's memories and -

Oh no. <i>Oh no</i>. She'd made a grave tactical error! Akane Tendo was terrible at cooking!

"Here we go, dum de dum..." Akane sang while pouring a heaping load of salt into the scale. That's salt. Not sugar. While it contained aphrodisiac qualities - like every other scrap of food in this kitchen - the taste would be so bad it might render them unconscious! Or at least be a hard counter to the effects! This was terrible, she couldn't allow this to happen! There was little else for it but to take drastic measures before her tastebuds were ruined forever! "That's all the ingredients together, now I just have to carefully whisk them and then - "

A discrete little spell upon that whisk, and the ingredients suddenly, violently exploded out of the bowl all over Akane's hair and clothes. Perfect. The ultimate backup plan!

"See? Even the bowl knew to reject your cooking," Ranma said.

"Guuuuuh!" Akane grunted in blatant disgust. "Yuck! Ew, oh! Wow, why am I so hot all of a sudden. Gosh, phew!" That would be the aphrodisiac soaking into your skin, dear.

"You've got to get that stuff off of you," Nabiki offered. "It's enchanted, remember? Who knows what effect it's having on you, and your clothes for that matter."

Kukuku. Her common sense should be skewed enough that she undresses from that alone. While it was true, the food on her clothes and skin would make her hornier than the running of the bulls, there's little that will set a man off more than a woman stripping down in front of him.

"I- I can't go around naked..." Akane said, while fiddling with the buttons on her top. And then... A shirt hit her in the face. Ranma's red shirt.

"Wear that," Ranma said, now topless and <i>holy hell the boy was jacked</i>. "If you put on something weird from this place, who knows what might happen."

"Good thinking Saotome," Nabiki said. "Come on, let's let her get undressed. Give the girl some privacy." So she could come out wearing your shirt, and probably just your shirt, which is another thing that really gets a guy's engine running. Not to mention that Akane had just been exposed to a heaping dose of aphrodisiac, and would now be wearing something with the scent of the guy she likes. The two of them might be avoiding her trap due to being a pair of dense tsundere goofballs, but... In time, the lust would win out. In time, the two of them would give in and in time the two of them wouldn't be able to hold back from mounting each other to the nearest wall.

In time. Give it time. Just... give it <i>time</i> goddammit! 

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Control yourself. Control yourself. You're better than this, you're smarter than this. Just wash this gunk out of your hair, put on Ranma's shirt, take a biiiiig whiff of the collar and ignore how hard your nipples are as best you can.

"Oh I'm in trouble," Akane muttered to herself. She felt moist. She felt.... Mmm, those butterflies in her stomach were feeling pretty good right about now. She took another hit off Ranma's shirt and - God help her it was no less effective the second time.

There was no mistaking or denying it this time. She was horny. Horny for Ranma. Her previous misadventures had made it kinda clear, but right now the only reason - quite literally the only reason - that she wasn't sitting on his stupid handsome face right now was because they were in a succubus mansion and <i>she would not be bested by some stupid succubus</i>.

Yep. Stubborn pride. Not the fact that Nabiki was here, nor that it would mean admitting to Ranma that she was kinda into him. Not even the idea that there was a small risk she could get knocked up by -

"Nnnnnrgh~" she went crosseyed there for a second and patted at her belly. "Oh, I'm in bigger trouble than I tho~ought." The way she was feeling right now it'd be a miracle if she wasn't a mother by this time next year. Brace yourself, brace yourself, don't give in to the influence of this succubus. Instead just head out into the foyer where your fiance and sister are waiting for you. In a mansion full of succubus traps.

She burst out quickly, half expecting to find Nabiki grinding her ass into Ranma's crotch, but- No, actually Nabiki was just reclining on a sofa that was out there. For some reason. While Ranma was looking out a window. Shirtless. His rippling biceps exposed, his manly back bare to her eyes...

Oh, she was in a lot of trouble. A whole lot of trouble. The best kind of trouble there is.