Akane the Half Succubus

Unending BE - episode 1251990

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Akane Tendo was an ordinary girl. Well, unless you count the fact that she could beat up a dozen boys under a minute flat and had an arranged marriage to a boy that was sometimes a girl. Aside from that though, she was absolutely and totally normal! A pretty girl who was kind of tough, a little short tempered sometimes and sweet as pie in others. She was a little clumsy, couldn't cook, couldn't swim but could ice skate pretty well. She also had the odd tendency to get guys obsessed with her, which was quite strange. There was simply something about this girl that captured the view of boys her own age.

Though why should that be when she was, after all, so completely normal?

Right about now she was in her room sleeping, and about to wake up. She was also hovering about, oh, say, five feet above her bed. That was normal, right?

"Mmm!" Akane stretched out and rolled over, momentarily oblivious to her, shall we say, elevated position. "That was a good night's sleep." She continued stretching and rubbed at her eyes, while in a seated position mid-air that was slowly, slowly dropping her back down onto her bed. At the instant before rump met bedsheets, she hopped up onto her feet and immediately set about getting dressed.

"Gosh, I feel really good today for some reason," she said to nobody in particular while pulling on her jogging shorts. This was all automatic. Ritualistic, almost. Every morning Akane went for a job to help wake herself up, and today was no different.

What was different, though, was that when she tried to pull her shirt over her head there was an obstruction of some sort. She could get her head through, and her arms into the sleeves. It came down the top a little bit, but down the back... well something was in the way.

So Akane did the only reasonable thing she could do, and kept right down that course towards the inevitable conclusion. Step one: Look in the mirror. Step two: Observe wings. Step three: Flap wings. Step four : Scream the whole damn house down.

Let it be known that Ranma Saotome did not find Akane Tendo remotely attractive or appealing in any possible way. Nope, no sir, no how, no way. He certainly didn't dream about that uncute chick, catch himself in idle fantasies about what their married life would look like and definitely did not check out her thick thighs, trim waist or stare in rapt fascination when she ate an ice cream cone.

So, the sound of her voice screaming quite loudly only really woke him up because he was a martial artist. The reason he ran to her room is entirely because she was clearly in danger, and it's a martial artist's duty to protect the weak and besides which nobody touches his fiancee and gets away with it!

He actually beat the rest of Akane's family to her room, and threw the door open ready for - say - Happosai to be in there, or maybe a naked Ryoga sitting on the floor trying to cover himself up, or maybe Pantyhose Taro trying some scheme.

"Don't worry Akane, I'm here to... Guh... buh?"

They say that if you listened very closely that day you could hear Ranma's brains melt inside his head and start dribbling out of his ears. Akane was by herself in her room. Standing in front of her wardrobe. She was wearing her normal jogging gear. A pair of decent, baggy shorts. A comfortable looking shirt, but on this occasion the shirt wasn't quite on properly. The back of it was caught on a big pair of wings, making quite sure that her sports bra and everything between it and the waistline of her shorts was there and ready for the eyes to feast upon.

And oh, what a feast it was. To his credit Ranma tried not to stare. But he couldn't not stare. He'd seen Akane's tummy before but this time it was... Enthralling. He felt a peculiar compulsion nibbling away at the back of his thoughts: Get down on your hands and knees, crawl over to her, and stick your tongue in her navel like the lowly insect you -

Splash.

"What was that for?!" Ranma - now in girl form - yelled, then backed off and truly did feel like an insect when he noticed the cup tipped out over his, ahem, her head was being held by Akane's eldest sister, Kasumi.

"Oh dear," Kasumi sighed and tutted. "Those came in a little earlier than I was expecting."

"Ah?" Akane flapped her wings. Ranma scratched at 'her' head. Weird. Suddenly Ranma was shoved into the wall by a bawling tomboy - the worst kind of tomboy in her opinion - so that that tomboy could leap into her big sister and go for a big cry on her shoulder while flapping her wings. "Kasumi! What's happened to me? Why do I have these big gross wings?"

"Actually, they're kinda easy on the eyes..." Ranma mumbled. Ooh, weird. Staring at those things made her feel funny in her abdomen. What did they feel like - Kasumi slapped the back of Ranma's hands, as though catching her reaching for the cookie jar.

"Shh... It's alright," Kasumi smiled down at Akane. It was a smile warmer than the sun. Even Ranma felt at ease, and she only caught the periphery of it. "There's no easy way to say this, so I'll just come out with it."

And then a big pair of beautiful wings sprouted out of Kasumi's back. While Akane's wings were like bats, Kasumi's were more like a giant seagull's wings. White and radiant, positively glowing with magical energies.

"Our mother was a succubus," Kasumi admitted. "I'm so sorry we didn't tell you."

Well now. Both Ranma and Akane reacted the same general way: Mute staring. Because, well, how the hell do you even react to that?

"A succubus," Akane repeated. Kasumi nodded. "As in, the demon that feeds on perverted lust?" Another nod. Akane started to squirm, glanced across at Ranma for reasons that would elude the boy turned girl because when you get right down to it Ranma Saotome was a complete idiot. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"Well... We didn't expect this to manifest for quite some time..." Kasumi answered. "Ah, Ranma... It might be best if you left for a little while. Some of what we have to discuss is pretty sensitive -"

"Like the fact that half-succubi only develop their wings when they want to fuck someone!"

It is quite commonly said around Furinkan that dropping Nabiki Tendo into a conversation is rather more damaging than dropping a dozen grenades. Of course, many that knew her well leaped to her immediate defense upon hearing that ludicrous comparison: She was worth at least two dozen, perhaps even three if she was in a bad enough mood. Nabiki sauntered into the room with her own wings out and absolutely no shirt on, oh lord Ranma look away from her boobs your life depends on it, just look away at anything else.

Nope. Can't do it. Would find it easier to bench press a mountain or verbally direct Ryoga through a labyrinth than look away at that chest right now. Heck, Ranma hadn't really properly absorbed the idea that Akane wanted to have sex with someone otherwise the question of who that was would have consumed his very being. That's how distracted he was by Nabiki right now! Any minute now Akane was going to flatten her and frankly she'd deserve -

"Guhhhhh...." Akane grunted. Just as lost in staring as Ranma was.

Luckily for both of them Kasumi was not remotely phased. She playfully flicked Nabiki on the forehead - and suddenly a shirt appeared over her.

"Nabiki..." Kasumi said in a warming tone. "What did I tell you about using those for reasons other than feeding? Your powers are not for fun or fooling around, young lady."

To that, Nabiki shrugged. "So I practised turning girls bi curious while you worked out your clothes manipulation ability." Her eyes flicked over towards Ranma for a moment, prompting Ranma to realise she'd trapped her hands between her thighs for some reason. She pulled them out and tried to look nonchalant about it. "I think Ranma-baby deserves to know all of this as well. After all, Akane is his fiancee."

"Oh no!" Akane yelped. "This is bad enough as it is! The last thing I need is him making snide comments about how unsuitable I am to be a succubus because my thighs are too thick -"

Huh? Ranma's eyes snapped down to Akane's legs. Weird... It was like something had moved on the edge of his vision right around about Akane's thighs.

"- Or that I'm flat chested," she continued. There, again! This time at chest level! Was it her imagination or was Akane's chest a little bit bigger than Ranma's all of a sudden? "Or that I have no figure to speak of! Why should I put up with any of that?"

This time Ranma was watching for it. Akane's figure just sort of... Woosh. That was the only word for it. Her stomach was already fit, but it was like someone had taken something out of her waist and moved it down a few inches, right into her hips. No, no those weren't hips. Those were Hips, easily earning the capital letter.

"No, no. I think that Nabiki is right," Kasumi stroked Akane's hair. "If anything I think that Ranma would be quite understanding about all of this. After all, this cursed form must make life very awkward."

"Not to mention that he'll make a superb test dummy for learning how to control her powers of seduction." Nabiki cooly inspected her fingernails. If it was anyone else Ranma would think that they were acting all innocent. Nabiki didn't bother acting all innocent. She acted all guilty while daring you to make the accusation.

"Ah! Wonderful idea!" Kasumi clapped her hands together. "I'll call in school, sick for both of you."

"Tell them Akane cooked last night," Ranma said automatically, giving a curt nod and actually feeling pretty great to be in a place that she fully understood. "Food poisoning. That'll do it."

"Ranma! You idiot!" Akane wheeled around and slapped her across the cheek.

To which Ranma had the same response anyone might have if they were slapped by a succubus. Her eyes rolled up in her head, she came, and then she collapsed into a crumpled heap on the floor. Yeah, Kasumi and Nabiki really had their work cut out for them if they wanted to teach her how to control these abilities!

"By the way, I would've thought that scream would've woken up daddy..." Nabiki pondered.

"Oh, he and Mister Saotome were dragged out by Master Happosai again last night," Kasumi smiled. "I believe they drank themselves unconscious to forget. I believe father mentioned something about a noodle factory and a bottle of lotion."

To that, all three sisters nodded sagely in full understanding. Ranma, meanwhile, was too busy twitching on the floor reeling from her first female orgasm to properly take in much of anything. A martial artist's duty is, in truth, a dangerous one.

It's just that in this case the danger Ranma faced was more related to dehydration than much of anything else. Oh, but the hellish day ahead, if spoken of to male peers would be the envy of their lives. If only they knew. If only they could understand.

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Lumitiel

Sun Jul 09 15:02:09 2017

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