A Ranma 1/2 FanFic by Targhan. Evil Kasumi II: Oni Again!

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Warning: Citrus content; this fan fiction contains scenes that may not be suitable for minors. If you aren't 18, please do not read! It's been re-edited, and has crossed the lemony-line. This fic is NC-17 because of graphic sexual content. If you are offended by such material, stop reading now!

SPAMFic Alert: This is a one-shot, and is spammish in nature. You have been warned.

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Oni Again!

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"You can't hit my dear sweet little Kasumi," Soun Tendo was visibly frustrated at the situation. Yet another foul creature, spirit, demon, or oni had possessed Kasumi. His irate response was to the priest's simple suggestion of just smacking her once would rid her of the foul spirit.

Each person under the Tendo roof had their own assessment of the situation.
Nabiki was bored, Ranma was agitated, Akane was angry, and the panda was...
Well, the panda. All in all, it didn't seem that far removed from the incident a few months earlier. In fact, the priest had mentioned that the very same monk, who was also a monkey, had imprisoned this oni along with the other. Thus, the plan of action was also the same:

Leave Kasumi alone until a way could be devised to lure the spirit out.

"We'll just have to find another way," the elder Tendo explained. The plan came down from the top, and the household went under a modified normal day. Except with another evil-Kasumi (again).

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"Really Daddy," Nabiki began, "we should just hit her let Ranma deal with it, and be done with it." She finished her statement with a roll of the eyes and a tilt of her head. "Honestly," she added for good measure.

Her father would have none of it, however. Thus, they spent the rest of the day with obscure food, and painful versions of housework. Genma had to (yes again) deal with his back being used for an ironing board. Soun had the demonic fingernail-back-rub, and he (again) told her it was wonderful. All while wondering how the possession created the oni-horns...

Evening fell, and the household turned in for an uneasy night's rest.
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Ranma was again demoted to the dojo for his sleeping arrangements, which suited him just fine under the current circumstances. "That Mr. Tendo just never learns. We could be done with this by now," he thought to himself as he went about the business of getting comfortable.

His mind wondered, "how come all of this stuff always happens to us? I mean what are the chances of two of those things coming here? Just what do those stupid old men owe that priest anyhow? Jeesh." That was about when he determined that he was too aggravated to sleep. Thus, he sat up in his bed, and propped his head into his hands.

The night was cool, particularly to someone in their boxer shorts, but the heater that Nabiki had bought for him helped fight the chill. His mind wasn't really on the particulars of heating; he was more concerned with how to deal with the situation at hand. How were they going to lure that oni out of Kasumi without hitting her? Those horns, the horns were freaking him out. They were more disturbing than the previous time, for some odd reason...

He was so preoccupied that he didn't hear Kasumi enter the dojo. "Dammit. I wonder if I could hit her when the old man isn't looking," he continued his thought, still not noticing the presence in the room with him.

"Ohh, Ranma...," A voice purred at him.

Half asleep and preoccupied with his thoughts, he simply replied, "Yeah, Kasumi?" By the time his own words registered, it was too late. He was a victim of a very Shampoo-like glomp! Also, his captor was still purring at him.

"Ranma, I'm feeling such a terribly evil desire burning within me." The voice rang in his ears, but wouldn't subside. "If you don't spank me, I may just do a very evil thing," the voice was ringing home, and his escape mechanism was running on overdrive trying to get him out of THIS one. She was completely wrapped around him now, and purring more of her spirit induced teasing into his ear, "Can you guess what I'm not wearing, Ranma-kun?"

Ranma's heart was racing;he just had to get out of there. He had to escape! Even then, wandering hands had grabbed him in places that no one, save himself, should be grabbing. Her perfumed smell was nearly too intoxicating anyway. "GACK! What are your doing, Kasumi," he squeaked as he tried to move her hands from his personage.

She was still purring at him however, "mmmm, but... Ranma... Now Ranma, you ARE enjoying it." Ranma was busted, but he didn't want to enjoy it. She found his reaction, but he was not going to do this with HER! Ranma frantically looked about, while trying to dislodge hands, feet, arms, and legs to no avail. He would have to hurt her to get her away. Then, a spark of an idea ran through his mental shroud.

"What did you say I had to do to stop the evil thought Kasumi," he asked.

Kasumi purred her answer, "Why, you have to put me in my place of course." Grinning much like a Cheshire cat, Kasumi rolled over in Ranma's lap, lifting her short nightgown to reveal her bare bottom in the moonlight pouring in thought the dojo's window. "You have to spank me for being a bad girl," Kasumi added for effect.

Ranma's face was stoic, frozen, petrified. Here was Kasumi, with her shapely behind right in his lap, and she was begging for him to spank her. He gulped, and hesitated. Ranma's hesitation did not last long, since the voice was purring at him again...

"Ranma, if you're not going to spank me," Kasumi began, only to be interrupted by a sharp pain from her hindquarters. Kasumi was suddenly in heaven, "Ooooh, Ranma make me pay for being naughty!" The stings of pain tingled her bottom, so she egged him on, "Yes, RanmmmmMMmmMMaaAAah!"

He couldn't take it anymore, he was going to have to stop, but Kasumi wouldn't let him. He paused for a moment, just resting his hand on her buttocks. Ranma noticed that it had turned to a glowing pink color, and was warm beneath his hand. Kasumi would have none of this stoppage, and grabbed his hand. When his hand was under the evil-Kasumi's grasp she began to use it on an even more private location. Ranma froze like a deer caught in headlights. That's when Kasumi smiled very wickedly at him. Assuming, of course, that Kasumi could really conjure up a wicked look; in reality, it was more of a mischievous appearance.

If Ranma was disturbed before, he was going to be outright disquieted at Kasumi's next words. Although he froze in place, he could very much sense where his hand was and the wetness there. Ranma's chest felt as if a pile-driver was inside it trying to work its way out. That's when Ranma noticed the change in Kasumi's eyes; her eyes were hers again--if only briefly. Her face pleaded for release, and she begged of Ranma, "Please Ranma, take care of me. If you don't, I fear that.... Please don't let this demon take me to someone else; I trust you. I know you'll be gentle with me; it has to be you, Ranma-kun. Please, be the one." Her last statement seemed to fade as the demon began to wrestle control of her soul once more.

Ranma's mind reeled. He realized that whatever implications that he would find himself in over this were overshadowed by the possibility of what someone else might do to her. The old pervert, Kuno, or any number of people would not only take advantage of the situation, but could very well hurt her in the process. Dear Kami, there could be videotapes or some other way to tarnish her honor forever. It did have to be him. He only had two choices, and neither were truly pleasant. Tie her up in hopes to get her exorcised, or take care of her primal needs. If he fought her off to tie her up, he may very well hurt her. With an audible gulp, he decided to enjoy what he could of it.

The demon induced Kasumi was getting impatient. While Ranma was thinking, she began touching him in a more intimate manner. Her ragged voice was teasing, "Mmm, you are thinking about finishing this aren't you?" Smiling wider, she added, "Don't you think you can handle Kasumi? Her body is ready for you, mister big-shot hero." He really didn't need to be reminded of that; he could feel the warm moisture on his fingers. "Uhm, when did I put them in there," he asked himself. The soft moans he heard, only added to his heavy and pounding heart.

With his mind finally made up, he began to lift the nightgown from Kasumi's body. Ranma had not really paid attention to her soft feminine curves before. Her soft features were finally removing whatever remnants of self-control he had. His heart pounded excitedly in his chest, as she finally rose herself to meet his lips with hers. The two rolled over; then, Kasumi wrestled the boxers away from Ranma's body. Ranma felt the need for release himself, and soon felt Kasumi's soft hands guiding him into the last leg of the night's journey.

From the very first kiss, Kasumi could feel her awareness gaining greater and greater control of her own body. She felt every pull, strain, and tug, as her body moved to do things that she would never consider proper. Moments seemed like eternities, and she felt more alive than ever before. The demon released more control to Kasumi as Ranma began to actually penetrate her buttery folds. The intensity was incredible; she had never felt anything like this before. As the night wore on, she began to realize that the spirit was indeed gone, and that she, herself, was doing these immoral acts. She was feeling the strength of Ranma's unchained desire, and it was she who was riding the waves of ecstasy. Amazingly, even though the spirit was gone, she could not stop her on hips from rising up to meet Ranma's thrust.

Somewhere in the evening air, a blue haired female oni drifted away into nothingness. Completely sated, the spirit was filled with joy. She would have to do this again sometime. Finally, the Tendo compound was oni free again.

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The next morning, Ranma found the lights a little bit too loud. They were saying various things. Like:
"Waaaaaaah, my little girl is... She is all grown up! Waaah!"

"Well now, I didn't know THAT would work.."

"That *PERVERT* did *WHAT* to my *SISTER* ?!!??"

"That's my boy! Wait Tendo! I didn't mean it like that!"

"Whoo boy," Ranma thought. "I'm not going to get out of this one. Please, if there's a God, please do SOMETHING!" He continued to pretend to be asleep, as it might delay the thrashing that he knew was coming... Then he heard a different voice.

"Mmmm, Daddy, what's the fuss about?"

"..."

"..."

"Well now, I guess that was naughty of me. Don't worry Daddy; don't cry. Ranma's already spanked me for it. Oh my!" "...Did I just say that?!!? It's not Ranma's fault, when the oni had control--it made me do it! Daddy! Don't hit.."

Ranma expected a hit from the Demon head Soun, but he kept his eyes closed just in case. Besides, didn't she just say that it was HER fault? He could feel the tension in the air subside at the sound of yet another voice. It was the voice of the priest... "Oh. How very convenient..."

"Hmm.. This spirit could only feed on desires that it turned into a reality. Kasumi must have been lusting, no! Wait! No need for violence Mr. Tendo. Wait, Mr. Tendo! She must have desired to marry Ranma for some time now (yeah, that sounds better), and the oni put her into a position to fulfill that desire. Since the thing has filled its need, I wonder where it got off too?"

Ranma really wanted to get up and protest, but that would mean that he would have to open his eyes. Yet, he still wasn't quite ready for that. He didn't know what concerned him the most: the rustling in the background, the discussion of a short ceremony, or what Kasumi was doing with her hands. "Wait," he thought, "I thought the demon was gone?"

Ranma jumped up, not quiet realizing that he was in the buff. His intention was to go completely off on these people. They deserved it, with the blue-light clearance special! However, Kasumi stopped him quickly by wrapping him in the top blanket of the futon.

Her voice struck the fear of God into his very soul...

"Ranma! Don't go showing everybody *MY* stuff!"

Ranma sank back down to the futon, "This is just lovely, absolutely lovely. It just CAN'T get any better, can it," he asked to no one in particular.

Kasumi looked up at him lovingly and said,

"You are happy, aren't you?!!?.........................................D A A A A R R L I I I I N G !"

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I'm very sick and depraved. I know it and am proud of the fact. If you spend long hours throwing logic at a computer screen all day like I do, then you likely understand ;-) Besides all of that, it just *screamed* to be done! You'll not be able to watch the "Evil Kasumi" episode ever the same, eh?

C&C welcome, flames are not: targhan_aga@yahoo.com