Story: Akane's Quest

 

At this point Akane just wanted to go home. Big whoop, her manipulative older sister has succubus powers now, that she will absolutely abuse for her own power and profit and amusement. Big deal. Not much she could do about that, now was there? What was she gonna do, exorcise her own flesh and blood?

Wait she probably could actually exorcise her. Get some rosary beads, maybe some ofuda, try to find a local priest that isn't a total weirdo. Oh, wait, that killed the plan right there didn't it? Stone cold dead. Nope, not finding any priests around these parts that wasn't a total - 

Yuka's father. Right! Yuka's father is a priest. They run a pretty small shrine, if she could get Nabiki there they could exorcise these weird succubus powers from her.

Or! Or, just a thought here, just a little thought to dwell on, she could let it ride for a week and have the perfect ideal excuse to fuck Ranma any time that she (or he) wanted, and pretend like it wasn't their choice.

Akane found herself blushing when she looked back at Ranma, as she knew that was very, very sorely tempting. Then she noticed that he was staring at Nabiki's butt, or maybe her legs, and she elbowed him in the ribs.

"S-sorry..." he muttered and looked away.

"Not his fault!" Nabiki called back, and proceeded to spank herself on her... oh wow, that was a really nice pair of glutes she had there. Wait, no, stop staring! "For the record, the two of you have been having an average of about two and a half lewd thoughts about each other a minute since we left that place - and I've not been doing anything to cause it~"

The biggest blush crossed Akane's face, and it felt like if she looked at Ranma right now, she might explode. Not even peripheral vision was safe. She reached up to adjust her collar - then realised that her hand was holding onto something warm and soft and safe and strong and it was Ranma's hand, it was Ranma's hand, her fingers were interlaced with his hand. How long had they been walking like this?

No don't answer that, this question was not a safe one to answer. It would be better for her, overall, if she did not even have the slightest clue of the right response.

Worth noting that she didn't take her hand away. Nor did he take his. It would be easy to blame Nabiki, except she was ducking all the blame. All of it.

Okay. Okay! So things have been getting really, really intense between her and Ranma lately. So what! Big deal! It didn't mean anything unless he actually said something about it! Even if they were interested in each other - If! - then why should she care until he actually acted on it?

That's the core problem between them, of course. He's a stubborn idiot, but he's also the boy here. He should be the one to say that he lo-likes her. Instead of insulting her appearance, calling her uncute... Akane looked down at her boobs. They were so much bigger now. He couldn't call her flat chested anymore. Not without making an even bigger fool of himself than normal.

Thing is she was also pretty damn sure that these bigger boobs were making her hornier as well. Maybe there was more hormones swirling about her brain because of them, or they were sensitive, being stimulated or whatever. Idly, the thought came to her. Ranma. In her room. His hands on her breasts, or - or his girl form pushing their breasts together, and - 

Oh dear she'd gone cross-eyed. No, no, no, girl, come on come on, control yourself, control yourself! You're not some rutting sow, you're a tough martial artist. You hate boys, remember? Immature, bratty boys are the thing that turns you off the most in teh whole wide world!

"You're not cold are you?" Ranma asked, his voice sounding mature and responsible and extremely capable of taking care of any offspring the two of them had together.

"I'm fine," Akane said. "It's all this weird magic, it's messing with my head."

"Yeah, I get that!" Ranma nodded. Gosh,, his profile was so... Handsome. He had this wistful, far of look in his eyes. "I mean, it's like we've become a magnet for weird freaky sex magic out of nowhere. That'd mess with anyone's head."

Akane reflexively squeezed his hand. A nervous gulp travelled down her throat. Maybe... She glimpsed up ahead, felt her eyes trail down Nabiki's body for a moment there until she forced herself to look back up. Nabiki didn't seem to be paying any attention to their nonsense. Normally there would be a cutting remark here or there, but... Nothing

Maybe... maybe they could sneak a kiss or something? Have a nice, tender romantic moment...? Akane mentally prepared herself for it. Yes, that would be a nice capstone on the evening, after all the zany nonsense they had to deal with - 

"Of course it cannot possibly help having a manly stud like me around."

Ah. That's right. This is the full weight of Ranma's personality.

"I mean, how exactly were you supposed to resist?" Ranma asked.

The romantic haze evaporated, replaced by a familiar, itching urge to punch him. Akane felt the warmth in her cheeks cool instantly. The image of a tender, moonlit kiss vanished, replaced by the mental image of Ranma’s smug face floating in a sea of his own ego. She slowly slid her fingers out of his grasp, the loss of contact feeling less like a tragedy and more like a liberation.

"You are such an idiot," Akane muttered, staring straight ahead.

Ranma blinked, his confidence faltering for a split second. "What? I'm just stating the obvious!"

"Exactly. You're obviously a narcissist."

They walked in a charged, prickly silence for the remainder of the trip. The evening air carried the scent of damp earth and blooming jasmine as they turned the corner toward the Tendo compound. The familiar wooden gates loomed ahead, promising the sanctuary of a hot bath and a bed far away from magical mishaps.

As they stepped onto the stone path leading to the entrance, Nabiki abruptly stopped. Her shoulders slumped, and her knees buckled slightly. She swayed on her heels, her eyelids drooping as a glazed, distant look washed over her features. A soft, shuddering breath escaped her lips, and she leaned heavily into Ranma’s side to keep from collapsing.

"Whoa, Nabiki! You okay?" Ranma caught her by the arm, his brow furrowed.

Akane stepped in on the other side, bracing Nabiki's waist. "Did you trip? You look like you just drank a bottle of sake."

Nabiki let out a low, airy giggle that sounded far too breathy to be normal. She tilted her head back, her pupils dilated until her eyes were almost entirely black.

"Not drunk," Nabiki whispered, her voice humming with a strange vibration. "But god... do you feel that? It's like a tidal wave. Someone inside is radiating enough horny energy to power a small city."

Akane froze. A cold knot formed in her stomach. "What? Who could possibly be—"

She stopped mid-sentence. Her gaze dropped to the genkan, the sunken entryway of the house. There, neatly placed beside the sliding door, sat a pair of familiar, brightly colored shoes. The distinct style was unmistakable.

"Shampoo," Akane hissed, her voice trembling with a mix of dread and irritation.

Ranma looked down at the shoes, then back at Nabiki, who was still leaning against him with a dreamy, half-lidded expression. The realization hit them both simultaneously. The succubus energy Nabiki was sensing wasn't just a leak; it was a beacon.

"She's in there," Ranma said, his voice dropping an octave. "And if Nabiki is reacting like this just from the porch, we're walking into a disaster zone."

Akane stepped back, her mind racing. "We can't just walk in. Not while Nabiki is practically melting and you're... you."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means we need a plan before we open that door," Akane replied, glancing at the shoes with narrow eyes.