From: "Thomas Hood" <thood3@hotmail.com>
Subject: [Ranma][FanFic][Lemon] The Perverted Oni Chapter 1


Author's Notes:
I've decided that this chapter is good enough to post on the RAAC.
I don't actually have a usenet account, so if you want to comment
on my work, email me. C&C welcome, of course.

Thomas Hood
thood3@hotmail.com

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

Started: 09/27/99
First Draft: 10/06/99
Second Draft: 11/02/99

Written using Notepad for Windows 95. Max. Column width: 66 Char-
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if you do, I can use all the flattery I can get!

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. Some dust got up his nose and he
sneezed explosively, accidentally banging into a table lined with
old pottery. 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
aren't 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!" he exclaimed before vanishing in a puff of smoke. The
curator blinked once before realizing that the smoke was actually
dust, and he was currently eating it. He coughed and waved the
dust away. 'Must clean this place soon. It's getting to be a bit
of a bother.'

Ranma caught up with Akane as she walked down the street. She
smiled and showed him the ivory elephant she bought while he was
off breaking things. "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 smirked.

"I THOUGHT you might be interested in finding out the kind of
things Kasumi likes. Or have you gotten her a gift already?" Akane
inquired archly. Ranma looked away and shrugged his shoulders
helplessly. She smirked. "Thought not. We'll do this again to-
morrow, 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 fiance 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 snakelike stream, two thin slitted eyes glowed red as they
watched the young martial-artist that had freed it. 'Perfect,'
came the dark thought, 'That one 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.

"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. "The old man's one of them black holes when
it comes to 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 pre-
dictable 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 grum-
bled something about 'stupid old men' and some sort of operation.

"What was that Ranma?" Akane asked from the door.

Ranma looked up in suprise. "Eh? Sorry, didn't mean to say that
out loud. Just wishful thinking. A while back, before we came
here, this old lady we were staying with was always commenting on
the panda we kept. She mentioned that it might be a good idea to
have him spayed." She chuckled a bit at the memory. "Pop was REAL
nervous around her ever since." She thought about it for a moment.
"It WOULD take care of a few problems though, wouldn't it? I mean
it would keep him from running off..." she giggled. Ranma 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 solemnly, "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, "we DO have
plenty of sharp objects around the house. There's no reason why we
HAVE to have a vet do it... it would certainly save on silly
things like anaesthetic..." she mused. She brightened as a thought
struck her. "Dad keeps a bunch of old Tantos from when he was
teaching at the dojo. Some are kind of rusty and dull... They'd be
perfect!" She turned her head so that the panda couldn't see her
face and winked at Ranma. Ranma looked puzzled, then caught on.

Hey, yeah! I got some darning needles from when I had to fix my
socks! We can stich him up real good, after!" While the two girls
were planning this undoubtably painful operation, one Genma
Saotome was wishing desperately to be elsewhere. In situations
like this, his trained reflex was to splash water on himself and
act like a cute, harmless panda. Somehow, he doubted it would work
this time. He decided to use his most secret of techniques.

He ran.

The two teenagers laughed as the panda fled into the house.
They exchanged grinning looks, which soon gave way to astonishment
and wonder. 'That was fun! It's so rare that me and Ranma do any-
thing fun,' Akane thought wistfully.

Ranma's thoughts on this were phrased much more crudely, and
focussed on the subject of greatest importance to him. 'Hey, this
is kinda neat. 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 fiancee 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.'

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 to himself.
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.

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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 the back of his muscle-tee
and flung him out the window and, of course, into the koi pond.
Ranma burst to the surface, water streaming down every curve of
her body and fury etched into every line of her face. "Why you,
old man! I oughtta..."

"You 'oughtta' what, Ranma?" a soft voice inquired from behind
her. Startled, she spun around to see Akane standing at the edge
of the pond, hands on hips, her hair rustling slightly in the cool
breeze. Ranma's brain took two seconds to determine that yes, she
was indeed naked as the day she was born, before squeezing her
eyes closed to prevent her brain from shutting down. Frantically,
she splashed around in the water, attempting to get enough
purchase to back away from the surely furious fiancee.

"I didn't see anything! It ain't what it looks like! I can
explain... it..." This was odd. She usually didn't get this far
in her protestations before being introduced to the business end
of Akane's mallet. Since the opportunity for it had never arose,
she hadn't needed anything more. What was the point of composing
something Akane would never listen to? Unfortunately, this left
her with nothing to say. She trailed off uncertainly, waiting for
the pain to come. When it didn't, she cracked open an eye.

Akane was now two feet away from her, thigh deep in the water, and
slowly approaching, the mallet nowhere in sight. The koi pond only
ever went up to the waist standing up, which was a good thing when
you lived with a person who swam like a hammer. Ranma frantically
shut her eyes again and waded away from Akane, seeking the edge of
the pond. She didn't get far before she was grabbed around the
waist and hauled in for a long and incredibly steamy kiss. Akane's
tongue seemed incredibly long as it invaded Ranma's mouth, evading
every attempt by the defending forces to repel it, and explored
every nook and cranny before it plunged deep into hostile
territory to tickle Ranma's tonsils, sending elecrtic jolts
shooting up through the back of her eyes to strike her brain.

Off balance by the unexpected embrace, Ranma instinctively grasped
for better purchase. Akane wriggled in her grip, letting Ranma's
slender hands slide down her soaking wet body to rest upon the
smoothly rounded curves of her buttocks. Ranma gasped in suprise
as Akane's nipples rubbed against her own, only a thin layer of
cotton holding them at bay. The brief contact ignited twin streams
of fire, lighting fuses that burned down the back of her spine,
twisting and coiling all the way down to explode deep within the
core of her being. The soft cotton of her muscle-tee now felt
incredibly coarse as the shifting cloth rubbed her nipples raw and
she was intensely aware of the crotch crease of her boxers tracing
the line of her sex. Despite the cool breeze and the icy water
lapping at her thighs, her world was a raging inferno. Ranma
buckled, eyes glazed over, pulling a suprised Akane down with her.

Ranma lay against one of the large stones bordering the koi pond,
chest heaving, hair plastered to her face as she let the cool
water have its way with her. "Wh-what WAS that?" She croaked
weakly. Akane didn't answer. Instead, she knelt down beside Ranma
and grabbed her around the waist again, pulling the muscle-tee
down over her rock-hard nipples to lie in a bunch around her
waist. Brushing Ranma's soaking red hair aside and kissing her
tenderly, Akane traced the line of her jaw with tiny kisses and
moved slowly down the curve of her neck to rest in the valley of
her bosom. Ranma's eyes bulged as Akane's lips found a nipple and
began to suckle slowly. Instinctively, she grabbed the back of
Akane's head, slender hands twining freely through damp and
clinging hair as she pressed Akane against her eager breast. Ranma
let out small gasps and moans as Akane sucked and nibbled, alter-
nating from one breast to the other, bringing her to a state of
near panicked arousal. By the time Akane was finished in her
ministrations, Ranma was writhing and twitching with lust, hips
making tiny thrusts into the air as she begged for release.

Running a finger down between mauled breasts, over a belly kept
taut through years of hard martial-arts training, Akane plunged
her hand into the watery depths, where hidden treasures lay buried
for the intrepid explorer to find. Running her hand down coarse
pubic hairs, Akane delved deeper, finding the engorged chasm in
the valley between Ranma's trembling thighs. Running a finger over
the thin slit, Akane smiled as Ranma thrust eagerly, begging for
release. Akane withdrew her hand, limiting herself to the area
immediately around it, stroking slowly and pulling gently at the
coarse red hair that grew around Ranma's throbbing sex.

Ranma writhed and tossed, splashing water everywhere as she tried
to get Akane to touch THAT spot. Suddenly, she felt something bump
against her thigh. Heedless in her need, she thrust out, eager for
more. This time, it came into contact with her clitoris, and she
wailed as she convulsed, hips shaking uncontrollably, breasts
gyrating pendulously against her hot skin. Ranma fell back with a
gasp, mind reeling at the power of the sensations. A probe at her
nether lips told her it wasn't over, however, and her eyes popped
open in suprise. Somehow, Akane had grown a penis. No-not a penis,
she amended. It was her clitoris, and it was larger than anything
she'd EVER seen on a guy! "No..." she croaked, "No WAY am I gonna
let you do THAT!" She protested. Akane just grinned and grabbed
her still-weak body, thrusting eagerly. Ranma cried out,
struggling against her captor's iron grip. "No! Don't! I won't
let-"

"Ranma?" Akane's concerned face peered down at him. He blinked,
then leapt up and away before realizing that he was a he, and SHE
was clothed. He rubbed his eyes and sagged.

'Aw man, what a dream! Where the heck did that COME from, anyway?'
He idly wondered exactly what he said aloud and how much she had
heard. 'This can't be good.' "Just a bad dream, that's all," he
said nonchalantly.

Akane's concern turned to indifference. "Whatever. Kasumi told me
to tell you that breakfast's ready. You going to come down, or
should I just tell your father to take your share?" Akane twirled,
uniform skirt swirling around her ankles as she left him to his
own devices. Ranma stared after her, watching the slight curve
of her buttocks as the skirt briefly traced the line of her legs.
Realizing what he was doing, he shook himself before heading
downstairs. 'Damn, now I'm hard. I hate cold showers.'

As Ranma went about his normal morning routine, the oni watched
from his vantage point and fumed. The boy's resistance was
admirable. He had thought that odd curse would provide for more
opportunities to gather energy-and it would, he conceded,
providing he could wean him onto the heady pleasures of the
distaff. He may have to work more slowly, but the boy would come
around, they always did.

The End: Chapter 1