The Perverted Oni
By: Thomas Hood(thood3@hotmail.com)

Started: 09/27/99(introductory idea draft posted to FFML)
First Draft: 10/06/99(first draft of chapter 1 posted to FFML)

Written using Notepad for Windows 95. Max. Column width: 70 Characters
Fixed-width font recommended for reading('Courier New' is good)
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Chapter 1: The Demon Unleashed

"Hey Akane, do you really think Kasumi would like any of this stuff?"
Ranma was bored. This old junk shop Akane had taken him to was dusty
and full of, well, junk. He could think of a thousand things he'd
rather be doing than this.

"Positive, Ranma! Kasumi loves old things. We just need to find the
right gift, that's all." Akane picked up an old-looking clock from
a shelf. "Hmm..." She checked it all over, then shook her head and put
it down. She moved down the aisle, examining various items of
interest.

Ranma was bored, bored, BORED. 'Argh!' Some dust got up his nose and
he sneezed, accidentally banging into a table lined with old pottery.
One of the pieces, a ceramic vial, toppled off the table and landed
with a smash, shattering to pieces. A small piece of paper that had
been wrapped around the stopper came loose, and fluttered away under
the table. "Aw man," he grumbled, gathering the shards, "now I gotta
pay for this piece o' junk." Where his father would have hid the
evidence of his misdeed, Ranma felt a bit more responsible than that.
He just hoped it wouldn't cost him too much. Heading up to the front
of the shop, he put the shards on the counter. "How much is it," he
sighed. The curator briefly glanced at the pieces, then did a
doubletake.

"Sir, this... where did you get this?!"

Ranma looked puzzled. "It was on the table with all the other bits of
pottery, 'n stuff like that. I accidentally knocked it over. Sorry
'bout that," he apologized.

The curator scratched his head. "How did that get out here? Those are
not for sale..."

Ranma groaned. Even better, a PRICELESS piece of junk. "So what do I
gotta do to pay ya back?"

The curator shook his head distractedly. "No, no, that's quite
alright, it wasn't really WORTH anything..."

That was all Ranma needed to hear. "Really? Alright! Thanks, mister!"
Exclaimed Ranma, happy as a clam. The curator waved him off, still
trying to figure out how the vial was even on display. He was the only
one here, and HE hadn't put it out... Suddenly he remembered WHY he
hadn't put that vial out in the first place. It was broken, too...
He looked up to warn the boy, but he was gone. 'Oh well, it was
probably a fake, anyway,' he thought to himself, shrugging.

Ranma had quickly realized that Akane had left already. Leaving the
shop, Ranma caught up with Akane walking down the street. She smiled
and showed him the ivory elephant she bought for Kasumi for her
birthday. "What do you think?"

"Looks okay," he shrugged. Akane glared at him. "Why'd you bring me
along, anyway? Couldn't do this by yourself, eh?" he said mockingly.

"I THOUGHT you might be interested in finding out the kind of things
Kasumi likes. Or have you gotten her a gift already?" Akane asked
archly. Ranma looked away and shrugged his shoulders helplessly. She
smirked. "Thought not. We'll do this again tomorrow, maybe we'll find
something for you to get her then." She checked her watch. "Hey, it's
almost time for supper! We'll be late!" She dashed off, leaving her
fiancee in the dust.

"Hey, wait for me!" Ranma yelled, running after her.

Behind them, a thin stream of smoke oozed under the door of the dusty
old shop and followed them down the street. At the head of the snake-
like stream, two thin slitted eyes glowed red as they watched the
young martial-artist that had freed it. 'Perfect,' came the dark
thought, 'he will suit my... tastes... well.'

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Kasumi had just laid out supper when they dashed through the front
door. "I'm home!" yelled Akane. Ranma made similar noises.

"Welcome home," greeted Kasumi, "Mr. Saotome hasn't come down yet, so
you're just in time."

"Yeah, the old man would suck everything down given the chance,"
Ranma commented wryly.

"Oh no, I would never allow that. That would be rude!" Kasumi shook
her head delicately.

"He's done it before, he'll do it again. Rude ain't got nothin' to do
with it," he stated firmly, "the old man's a walking vacuum for food."
Akane twitched an eyebrow at this case-in-point of the pot calling the
kettle black.

"RANMA! Show respect for your elders!" roared the elderly Saotome from
the top of the stairs. Leaping down, he threw a kick to his son's
head. Ranma easily dodged and tossed his father out the front door.
Akane watched as father and son fought their predictable fight which
inevitably ended up with both being soaked to the skin in the koi
pond. 

Ranma climbed out of the pond, wringing her shirt out, and grumbled
something about 'stupid old men' and 'getting the panda spayed.' Akane
snorted.

"I'd like to see you try THAT, Ranma!"

Ranma looked up in suprise. "Eh? Sorry, didn't mean to say that out
loud." She chuckled a bit at the thought. "It WOULD take care of a
few problems though, wouldn't it? I mean it would keep him from
running off..." she giggled. She HATED it when she giggled. It made
her sound so... girlish.

Akane fought hard to keep the grin off her face. "Yep, you really
should consider it," she noted in a mock-serious tone, "Fixed animals
are usually much more docile." She remembered something else. "Whoops,
pandas are endangered, aren't they? There goes that idea..." The panda
in the pond let out a loud breath. They both looked at the sweating
bear. "On the OTHER hand," she continued, "there's no reason why we
HAVE to have a vet do it... it would certainly save on silly things
like anaesthetic..." she mused. The panda fled into the house, leaving
the two teenagers laughing in his wake. The two girls looked at each
other's grinning faces, and realized exactly what they were doing and
who they were doing it with. 'We... actually get along when we're not
worrying about the engagement,' Akane thought, astonished. Similar
thoughts were passing through Ranma's head.

'Hey, this is kinda nice. Beats gettin' pounded on.' "C'mon Akane,
let's get some grub before Pop eats it all." They both headed in.

Supper was excellent, of course. Genma had disappeared into his room
for some reason, which meant that there was more all around for
everyone else. Since he didn't need to fight for every morsel, Ranma
slowed down a little to enjoy the culinary delights. The others didn't
really notice any improvement, as he still looked like a trash
compactor, shoveling it in faster than he could refill his plate.

No matter how many times she watched it, it still made her slightly
ill to see her iinazuke shovel it down. 'How can he eat like that?!'
she thought in exasperation. Ranma belched. Akane hung her head in
embarrassment. 'He can't have tasted any of that,' she thought.
'Honestly, why do we even bother preparing it? We should just toss it
all together in a mash and feed it to him out of a bucket like his
namesake.'

Later in the evening, Ranma was soaking in the furo thinking about
the day. 'Man, this has got to be the best day I've had in a long
time! I didn't get pounded once!' he thought happily. He closed his
eyes and enjoyed the warm water soaking into his skin. Above his head,
a serpentine column of smoke curled and twisted in the air, the steam
masking its presence. Taking advantage of the brief period of
inattention, the snakelike creature dived into Ranma's head without
him noticing.

When Ranma returned to his room, he found a note from his father,
spouting off stuff about 'going on a training trip,' and 'getting soft
lying around the house.' He didn't actually write this, wording it to
sound grand and noble, but Ranma knew what he was doing. He had run
off yet again, probably because of the joke they played on him before
supper. 'Serves him right,' Ranma thought as he got ready for bed, 'I
wonder how long it will take him to realize that he has NO money, NO
supplies, and is horribly out of shape. He won't last two days out
there alone.'

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The next morning, Ranma woke up with a gasp. 'I was... it was...
what?' He scratched his head. 'What was I dreaming about?' From
behind, a pair of hands grabbed him by the muscle-tee, tossed him out
the window, and, of course, into the koi pond. Ranma burst to the
surface, fury etched on her face. "Why you old fool! I oughtta..."

"'Ought to' what, Ranma?" Came an unexpected voice. Ranma turned to
see Akane standing in the doorway of the house. She took two seconds
to determine that yes, Akane was indeed naked as the day she was born,
before squeezing her eyes closed in a panic.

"Aack! Akane What're you DOING?" Ranma yelled, "go get something ON,
for God's sake!" She waited a few minutes for Akane to go before
leaving the pond and heading over to the door, blindly feeling her
way. She was halfway there before she was caught in a hard embrace and
hauled in for an incredibly steamy kiss. Akane's tongue invaded her
mouth and seemed incredibly long as it explored every nook and cranny
of Ranma's mouth, evading all attempts to eject it as it slid around
Ranma's tongue and tickled her tonsils. Ranma's eyes bugged out as
Akane reached down into Ranma's muscle-tee and pulled out a breast,
massaging it and flicking the nipple until it was rock-hard with lust.
The pleasure this was inducing was just too much for Ranma. She had to
get away! She tried to pull back, but Akane's grip was like iron.
Ranma knew one hundred and fifty three ways to break the hold, but
they all involved hurting Akane, something she just was not willing to
do. 'Can't go back, can't go sideways,' she thought desperately, 'only
one way left. Forward!' Ranma pushed against Akane, forcing her tongue
into Akane's mouth this time, running her tongue over her teeth and
tickling her tongue. Akane moaned in appreciation and continued her
ministrations with even more vigor. Ranma reached up and grabbed one
of Akane's breasts, attempting to even the score. Akane broke off the
kiss and giggled with her inexpert attempts.

"You don't know much about this, do you? Haven't you ever done this as
a girl?" Ranma shook her head. "That's alright. Here, I'll show you."
She guided Ranma's hand in the proper motions, bringing the nipple
to a hard boil. "Mmm... ahh..." Akane moaned. "Good... now you try it
on yourself." She guided Ranma's hand to Ranma's other breast, and
lightly held on as Ranma tweaked and massaged it into readiness. This
activity brought Ranma tumbling to the ground as her knees gave way.
A light trickle ran down her inner thigh from the pulsing heat in her
groin. Ranma lay on the grass gasping, feelings she never even knew
EXISTED coursing through her. Akane stood over her, smiling wickedly.
"Well, well," she breathed huskily, "someone seems to be ready. But
poor me," she pouted, "high and dry with no relief in sight! I've done
something for YOU Ranma, now I want you to help ME." She kneeled down
next to Ranma and grabbed her by the ears, hauling her back onto her.
"Eat me," she commanded.

"H... Huh?" came the brilliant reply. Akane rolled her eyes.
"Get down there," she pointed, "And eat me out. Make me come. And
then," her eyes glittered in anticipation, "we can move on to the main
course."

"Uh... okay..." Ranma mumbled, unsure of how to proceed with this.
Looking down, she gulped as she saw the small triangle of blue-black
down covering Akane's pussy. Nervously, she crawled down to Akane's
thighs and looked at it. Ranma was familiar with a girl's body and
exactly what it looked like down there, after all, she had a similar
body thanks to her curse. 'The damn curse,' she thought angrily. She
hated it, and as such didn't like spending any more time than
absolutely necessary. It CERTAINLY meant she'd never spent time
exploring it sexually. All this meant she was travelling on new
ground, despite knowing the territory. She stuck her tongue out,
sliding it up and down Akane's slit. The gasp that came from above
indicated that she was on the right track. Using only her tongue, she
pried open the nether lips and explored the inner depths cautiously.
Akane spread her legs even wider, opening the lips to the cool night
air. Ranma licked and explored every inch of Akane's pussy, taking
care to avoid the two places she KNEW were hot spots, the clit and
the hole. Akane writhed  and moaned, begging her to finish it, even
thrusting her hips into Ranma's face. Finally, Ranma finished her
voyage and quickly shot her tongue deeply into Akane's hole. Akane
arched her back and let out a loud wail. Squirts of fluid hit a very
suprised Ranma in the face, and she looked up at her exhausted
fiancee, smiling slightly. "Have fun?" she commented wryly. Akane
gave a weak nod. Then noting the mess all over her fiancee's face,
she grabbed her by the ears again('what was it with those ears?' Ranma
wondered) and slowly licked all trace of her come from Ranma's face.
When she was done, she hauled Ranma in for another kiss, sharing
the fruits of her labors. 'Salty, not bad. Doesn't taste like much,'
Ranma noted clinically. Akane broke her kiss breathlessly.

"Main course?" She breathed huskily. Ranma nodded, all thoughts of
escape permanantly banished. She was having too much FUN here! "This
is called a sixty-nine," Akane continued as she grabbed Ranma's waist,
flipping her around so that they both had a pussy to play with.
Her ministrations had distracted Ranma from her own arousal, but a
few licks from Akane sent her shooting back to the rafters. Not
willing to be outdone, she delved in yet again, this time working
around Akane's clit. Akane worked desperately, attempting to bring
her off before losing herself in another orgasm. Here, Ranma's
inexperience worked against her, and Akane's tongue shot jolts of
electricity as Ranma's first female oragasm shot through her limbs,
rendering her numb. By the time feeling returned to her, Akane had
turned around again and kissed her, this time sharing her own juices.
Tongue met tongue and both relaxed on the grass in exhaustion, Akane's
head on her shoulder. As they both fell asleep, a tiny voice in
Ranma's head wondered where, exactly, everyone else had been through
all this.

The next morning, Ranma woke up with a gasp. 'I was... it was...
what?' He scratched his head. 'What was I dreaming about? And why do
I get this wierd feeling of deja-vu?' He half-expected to be hurled
out the window into the pond, but then he remembered his father's
little 'training trip.' He chuckled as he got dressed for school.
'Looks like a good day today,' he thought contentedly to himself.

The End: Chapter 1

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Author's Notes: Muhahahah.... this is my first serious attempt at a
lemon fanfic. I REALLY want C&C, particularly regarding my lemon
scenes, which I admit need work. This is a first draft of chapter
one, folks, and I intend to work on this lots more. Also, I note with
dismay that my story isn't nearly as long as some of them out there,
which leaves me to wonder if I'm not being descriptive enough in
my scenes, or should I include more in each chapter? Regarding my
lemon scenes, I don't want to get into the major dirty talk. I prefer
not to use words like pussy and clit unless I think they work in the
context of the action. Mostly, I rely on descriptions to get the point
across. I hope I haven't offended anyone with this fic.

Thomas Hood
thood3@hotmail.com