Story: Akane's Quest

 

Never in her long life had this succubus encountered such a thoroughly stupid pair. Their mutual physical and emotional attraction was as transparent as glass. They were both hot, had a lot in common, and their sexual compatability was so obvious you could probably tell by only knowing them from passing by in the street. For a being at her level they might as well have been wearing big neon signs that read 'come on in big boy' or 'free dick to satisfy your needs' aimed squarely at each other.

And yet?

"Hey clumsy, don't knock anything over!"

"Oh, pardon me for investigating!"

How? How had the people in their lives not just... locked them in a room somewhere for about an hour? Alone, together, in the dark, something would surely happen! Actually never mind that. About ten minutes. Five! These two had it bad, but they were just. Both. So. Oblivious!

At this point she was practically doing charity work rather than trying to turn them into her slaves. Their mutually tsundere nature had annoyed her to that degree that, if they rutted right there on the carpet right here and now, she'd give them some pointers, let this 'Nabiki' go, and send them on their merry way. Hell! While she was in here she might even make Nabiki into their sex pet or something as a thank you. It was like - like popping a zit. It doesn't actually do you any good, not for your skin nor for the infection that caused it, but the endorphins released from seeing it trick the brain into thinking it did feel good, and the sight of the pus leaving the body hides and obfuscates the fact you probably pushed quite a bit of it deeper in.

Gross metaphor? Blegh, sue her. She was in a gross mood right now because of -

"It's because of those thighs of yours, you know," Ranma tutted, turned away with hands behind her head. "They're so ridiculously thick that it's a wonder you've not shaken the house down with all that stomping you're doing."

"Excuse me?! Is this really the time to insult my body?!"

The two of them were sticking their tongues out at each other now, when Nabiki had a feeling they would rather use them to lick each other's bodies. How? How were they both so stubborn? Normally at least one of them should have pushed the other down and gone for it already! Nabiki had an impulse to shove them into each other, get them to sort it out that way - but no, she wasn't entirely sure she'd be able to budge either one of them really. Nabiki was not a martial artist, and the succubus didn't quite have the strength for that sort of fun.

"Okay, that's quite enough, the pair of you," Nabiki held up her hands between them in an X formation. "Ranma, go sit over there for a bit while I talk to sis. Okay?"

"Yeah, yeah..." Ranma said, sulking across the room, then sinking into the chair that Nabiki had gestured towards.

Perfect. Now, for Akane...

"Alright sis, normally I'd tease the shit out of you, but your act is getting stale," Nabiki whispered. Akane opened her mouth to say something, but the succubus was out of fucks to give, and when a succubus is out of fucks to give, then you - or someone - has fucked up beyond all mortal comprehension. Succubi exist for the purpose of giving fucks, it's like going to a dairy cow with a bucket and walking away empty handed. "One time deal: Make out with that idiot and I swear to you, as far as I'm concerned it never happened."

"Wh-who wants to make out with that idiot?" Akane stammered quite a bit there, but for the purposes of readability, it was made completely clear.

In response to hearing the stupidest fucking question she'd heard in her life, Nabiki grabbed Akane's face by the cheeks, looked her in the eyes, and then said "If I set up a kissing booth for Ranma right now, about half a dozen girls would show up spontaneously, as if summoned by a magic spell." She stopped a moment for effect. "I'm not even sure that I'm exaggerating. Have you seen Ranma's boy form? Personality aside, he's hotter than burning coal, and with personality in mind he could - if he wanted - charm panties down from a tree branch, and sis, let me tell you something else: He wants you. She wants you. Stop being stupid at each other and kiss already!"

Akane seemed to forget how to do the whole 'forming words' thing for a bit there. Nabiki could only shake her head. Idiots! Both of them! Well, it's not in her hands anymore anyway because -

"Oooohhhh~" Ranma gasped, suddenly sitting up straight. "Ah! Akane! I need a bit of help here!"

"What now?" Akane snapped.

"C-can't move my hands off this armrest," Ranma said, trying to stand up, but finding it impossible. "It feels like my butt is stuck too! This chair's enchanted!"

It sure was. The two of them rushed over to Ranma and grabbed her arms. Too late though. By now the chair would have done its work. The pair hauled away, and in no time at all Ranma was pulled off the chair, and - 

"Oops, clumsy me," Nabiki sang, pushing Ranma hard in the back and causing her to whirl around and around until she was sitting right on Akane's face. "You okay down there, sis?"

Akane gave her a trembling thumbs up, and why shouldn't she? The chair was made to turn a cute girl's butt into a big deadly weapon. Sensitive, round, enormous cheeks twice the size of Ranma's head.

"How you feeling there Saotome?" Nabiki asked. Ranma replied with a series of half restrained erotic grunts. Yep, that sounded about right. Got them this time for sure. Even with Ranma standing up now, Akane's gaze was fixed to that ass like it was hotglued directly to the centre of those glutes. Hrm? Glued, glutes, was that a play on words in some way? Probably not, it didn't really matter anyway. The point was, these two were gonna be all over each other from now on. With boobs like those, and now Ranma sporting a keister like that, there was absolutely no way - 

"Oh, I get it now, you're the succubus," Ranma said. Eep!

"Buuuuuuuh~" Akane burbled directly into Ranma's butt. "I mean. Get out of my sister, you pervy temptress!"

Ah. Oh dear. Hrm. That wasn't quite how she'd expected that to go at all. Ehehehe, maybe - maybe she ought to really carefully think through her next move, hrm?