Oni You

Decided to continue this story, actually Scorpinac, you had a similar idea to mine, but I loved the idea of including the males. You should be my collaborator. Or just tell me what to write :P

Animedevildog:

I already did a Mousse/Ranma pairing; they have one kid and are expecting another. It’s called He’s Pregnant. It’s on ff, you just have to do a search from the drop down menu on author and type in obsidians, and I’m at the top of the second column with 24 stories and with an avatar of sexy Naraku. Yum

Kasumi

Shampoo

“No stop” she cried as the oni started to drain her life force. “Shampoo give you another sacrifice. Too too delicious soul” she hurriedly suggested.

It paused for a second “who?” it was questioned voicelessly.

‘Who indeed’ Shampoo thought frantically and went over the list of the people that she knew in Nerima, most being Ranma’s rival fiancées or enemies. Lightening quick she sifted them all in her mind, until she arrived at the one most likely to be a virgin. She felt bad because she actually liked the person, but she just wasn’t sure the others were as virginal as they appeared, whereas, this person was the embodiment of innocence and could save Shampoo’s life. “Kasumi Tendo, she’s young, pretty and tasty. Take her, spare Shampoo”

“I shall see if she’s sufficient for my purposes, if not, I will be back for more of your virgin life force” the oni threatened and vanished. Leaving Shampoo feeling quite drained, but relieved.

Mousse

Mousse continued to stay with the Tendo family, but after the third day, he announced that he refused to remain living on their charity. He told everyone that unless he could contribute to the household income, then he couldn’t stay. That same day Dr. Tofu offered him Genma Saotome’s old assistant job, which he gratefully accepted. Mousse suspected the job was orchestrated by one of the kind hearted Tendo sisters and felt very grateful towards them.

Mousse had been regarded somewhat of an oddity by the two families who lived there, because he thought nothing of it when he assisted Kasumi with her chores or cleared the table and did the dishes. The males kind of sneered about him doing ‘women’s work’ until they were given a tongue lashing by the women who had overheard. After that, his tendency to help out was considered to be acceptable. Mousse was in awe of Kasumi Tendo in how she managed to run a household that size without any assistance from anyone. The place was immaculate, no one ever lacked for clean clothes and all meals were served on time and done to tasty perfection.

Then there was the other problem with Mousse; ever since the oni attack, he found himself obsessed with sex and wanting it all the time. It was as if some of the creature’s evil had been thrust into him along with his returning life force. He didn’t understand it, his culture had taught him to revere all women and not regard them as sex objects. Yet he found himself greedily examining the women around him, staring at breasts and rounded bottoms and imagining them naked and writhing beneath him. It was like he was a beast unleashed or felt the need to celebrate life by rutting non-stop. Yes, he’d thought about sex before this, but it had been more about what it could lead to, that being his wedding night and the procreation of his off spring. ‘Did I lack a sex drive before?’ he wondered. Well whatever it was, he was way, way out of control with perverse thoughts and rampant desires, but managed not to make it appear so.

He started watching the female members of the household and found himself intrigued by both sisters. Akane, he noticed was the more passionate of the two sisters present and wondered if her violent temper was the result of lust for Ranma that she’d been repressing. That would make sense, he deduced, then he turned his attentions to Kasumi and wondered if it was true what they said of the quiet ones. He knew how it felt to be overlooked and identified with Kasumi more closely, then Akane, with her quiet ways and shy demeanor. He noted that her figure was just as toned as her more athletic sisters and far more appealing then her dowdy clothes would suggest. She was just lovely as any of them, but in a more subtle way with her long soft brown hair and large, gentle brown eyes. On the surface she seemed like the perfect wifely or motherly figure and he wondered what lay beneath. ‘What did she do late at night alone in her room and who did she think of?’ Mousse questioned himself. Then shook his head to clear it of the hentai thoughts and wondered if he needed the help of a skilled psychiatrist, or an exorcism.

Mousse found himself following Kasumi about, helping her with her chores during the days when he wasn’t working and no one else was present, as her father was on train trip with Mr. Saotome. “Mu-san, you don’t have to help me change the beds” the polite young girl said.

“I can’t just sit idly by while you do everything around here. This is it the sort of thing I normally do at home” he replied, carrying the sheets for her. He marveled at how her room was just like her; seemingly plain and unadorned. He couldn’t help regarding her rear when she bent over her futon to change the sheets while she hummed softly to herself. It seemed to be rounder and curvier then he’d imagined, then she moved around to the other side and her breasts strained the fabric of her blouse; these seemed larger too, he observed. She straightened up to find her face inches from Mousse’s, a strange shiver ran through her at the look in his eyes.

“Are you okay, Mu-san” she asked nervously.

“Never better” he replied and took the soiled sheets that she hadn’t even been aware that she was clutching to her and placed them in the basket. “May I ask you a personal question, Tendo-sama?”

“Of course” she said.

“I was just wondering why a beautiful woman like you dresses this way?” Mousse asked and smiled when she jumped as he did nothing more then brush a button on her blouse.

Kasumi’s eyes opened wide; no one had ever called her beautiful before. Sometimes she felt like no one even noticed her, except for her cooking or domestic skills. It was nice to have the polite, handsome young man, who was a friend of Ranma’s say so, even if Ranma was acting strangely around their guest. “You think I’m beautiful?” she asked shyly.

“Of course, you have an earth mother quality that’s very fetching and a great body” Mousse answered with a twinkle in his eye, causing Kasumi to blush

“I’m nothing compared to Shampoo. She’s so beautiful” Kasumi said shyly, remembering his affection for her.

Mousse snorted “Shampoo’s all sexy clothing and makeup; it isn’t the sort of beauty that will last, not like yours. Shampoo and I never even kissed. Heck I’ve never kissed anyone in my life” Mousse said with a frown.

“Me neither” Kasumi admitted. “Would you like to kiss me?” she suggested shyly.

“I’d love to” Mousse said and drew the blushing maiden against him. Shyly she placed her lips against his own; he captured them in a deep kiss and gently parted them with his tongue to tease her own. He smiled against her soft lips as she moaned and pressed closer to him, he slid his hands up her curves inquisitively, until they were just under her breasts. So was not to scare her, he slid them up so softly that she didn’t even register that his hands were on her breasts until he was cupping them and tweaking her nipples through her clothes. Kasumi gasped at the feeling and surprised herself by pressing into his massaging fingers. Mousse used one hand to caress her nipples and with the skill of a ninja, undid her blouse. Finding the front clasp of her utilitarian white bra, he released it before she even knew his hands were there. She gasped to feel male hands on her bare flesh. “Oh my, Mu-san?” she questioned as her face flushed. Then gasped when he began rolling her nipples in earnest, her head lolled back at the sensation, each flick of his fingertips seemed to shoot directly to her groin.

He leaned back and said “do you want me to stop? I’m willing to take this as far as you’ll let me and promise never to tell a soul” he said persuasively and bent his head to take her nipple in his mouth and swirled his tongue around the sensitive bud. Kasumi’s knees almost buckled as a bolt of pure pleasure shot through her. His fingers on her nipples were nothing compared to this! Mousse caught her and lay on her on the bed, she blushed to be carried bridal style but didn’t try and cover her chest, nor protest when he parted her blouse and bra on each side to fully reveal her breasts to his sweet torture.

Kasumi buried her hands in his hair to hold him to her chest when he took her other nipple in his mouth. “But, we’re not married” she protested weakly, still allowing him full access to her half nude body.

He looked up for a few seconds “do you really want to marry a sixteen year old male? I’m pretty sure we make lousy husband” he observed and went back to his pleasurable pursuits, each caress making her writhe. He slipped his hand carefully up her plain, shapeless skirt and skimmed it up her toned legs until he reached the panty clad apex of her sex. He sought and found her untouched clit and massaged it in a circular motion with his finger. Kasumi was startled for a second, and then mewed when waves of pleasure started buffeting her pure body. She blushed when she felt the crotch of her panties go damp as her juices started to leak through. Not keeping her in suspense, Mousse pushed them aside and began his assault anew on her now bare pussy. Kasumi let out a strangled cry when two fingers entered her wet channel and his thumb kept on massaging her clit. It was just like in her fantasies that she had late at night when she touched herself in this very bed. Of a handsome stranger, who gently yet forcefully wouldn’t take no for an answer until he conquered her body completely. She let out a small cry of protest when he pulled her panties down, sliding them over her sensible grey knee socks and slipper clad feet, and then reinserted his fingers to pump them inside her.

He bent down and kissed her “isn’t it more comfortable without them in the way?” he asked and was rewarded by her opening her legs wider. Using the same tactic, he undid her skirt and slid it off her, while she watched him through humid eyes, but didn’t object. Piece by piece he coaxed her out of her clothes, until she was stripped to her ivory hued skin. Her body was even nicer then he pictured, her breasts were fuller and topped with surprisingly dark nipples for her colouring and her waist small and in proportion to her curvy hips. These lead to long, slim legs, enhanced by her sweet nest of light brown curls that graced the top of them. Kasumi naked was a blushing goddess. She gasped when Mousse removed his own clothes and drew her against him. She moaned out loud at being clasped to a powerful muscular body, this was better then any of her romance novels. “Perhaps we should stop?” she gasped when she felt his erect penis against her.

Mousse pulled back slightly and took her hand, guided it to his cock and wrapped her hand around it. “It’s nothing to be scared of” he soothed and showed her how to pump it with her hand until it was his turn to moan. Kasumi kept going while she looked at it closely; it looked huge to her and interesting. Remembering reading about fellatio, she licked it experimentally. Mousse gasped and asked her to do it again. She did and he showed her how to orally pleasure a male, until he pulled her back “getting to close” he explained and then pushed her onto back and returned the favour. Kasumi cried out as he teased her sweet pink lips, her molten hot core and throbbing clitoris. Her body was on fire as Mousse used every oral technique he had been taught in Amazon sex ed to drive her closer to the edge until she came with loud scream. Mousse slid his body up hers and settled himself against her entrance, he groaned, the waves of heat coming off her bare sex were intoxicating. Kasumi tensed to feel a man about to break down her final defense.

“Do you want me to stop when we’ve come this far?” Mousse asked staring down into her eyes.

Kasumi bit her lip against the doubts and gave into her fantasy come to life. “No!” she cried, wrapping her legs around his waist as the heroines did in her novels and surrendering herself to him completely. Mousse drove himself sharply forward, breaching her barrier and joining their bodies together until their pubic hairs mingled. He waited until the pain seemed to have subsided and then worked himself slowly within her. Kasumi seemed to get caught up in the sensation of it, because soon she was bucking against him and cumming like a run away train. Soon they were straining against each other, bodies heaving as they both sought all the satisfaction that the other could provide. Kasumi proved to be just as much as a beast unleashed as Mousse, because she practically demanded two more times from him before she was completely satisfied. When the others came home, she was innocently cleaning the washroom while Mousse was making dinner.

That Night

Everyone in the Tendo household ran in the direction of Kasumi’s room when they heard a scream. Ranma and Mousse both gasped to see the familiar oni attempting to suck the life force from the helpless girl. All five martial artists charged the thing, only to be unable to breach the force field. No one noticed that Ranma’s jaw dropped and Mousse’s face looked on in triumph, when the familiar look of disgust crossed the oni’s face. Then Kasumi’s life force was regurgitated back into her body with one ectoplasmic heave and the oni vanished from view. Everyone else went to console the frightened girl while Ranma and Mousse slipped from the room.

“Someone changed the sacrifice” was mixed with “how can Kasumi not be a virgin?” as they both started speaking at once.

Mousse blushed and mumbled “I don’t know anything about that”, luckily Ranma was too shaken up to notice his odd reaction “Now what are we going to do? Someone’s obviously targeting virgins that you and I know”

“I don’t know” Ranma said honestly.

Shampoo

Shampoo was sleeping comfortably with the knowledge that her oni would be satisfied with her sacrifice this time and wouldn’t take any more of Shampoo’s life force. She gasped when it appeared above her “What you want?” she demanded.

“The sacrifice that you directed me to is again inadequate for my purposes. I need virgin life force to eat and you shall provide it for me” it said sharply into her mind.

“No, Kasumi Tendo has be virgin. She can’t be anything else” she cried and then could only lie back helplessly as her life force was taken from her again.

Mousse

Mousse returned to his room and made up a list of everyone in Nerima known to him personally, who might be a possible target. He had a suspicion that the oni might be connected to Ranma; all weird occurrences in Nerima appeared to be.

Females:

Nabiki
Akane
Ukyou
Kodachi
Shampoo

Males:

Tatewaki
Ryoga

He looked at his list and pondered what to do about it. He could take care of the females, like he did Kasumi. But who would take care of the males? Mousse wondered when having sex with someone could save their life, as Ranma had with Mousse.

Although Mousse was fond of Kasumi and enjoyed being with her, he knew that they weren’t destined for anything else. So he wondered who her destiny was with. Until one day at work, he witnessed the normally unflappable Dr. Ono Tofu become completely unglued because she had brought him some food that she’d made. Mousse put two and two together and decided to put two and two together in a carnal way. He snuck into her room that night and they had a silent, yet satisfying time together. He had found several condoms under Nabiki’s floorboards, along with some weird photos of the female Ranma that had given him pause and caused him to cross Nabiki off his list. Thus he was able to provide the insatiable Kasumi with a satisfyingly great time and still keep them safe. “Kasumi, Doctor Tofu’s going out for the afternoon tomorrow. How would you like to swing by my work and so we can have some fun together?” he suggested.

“I don’t know, I don’t think I would enjoy that” Kasumi said cautiously.

“It would be fun and Dr. Tofu would never know” he said persuasively.

“Oh, okay” she said with a smile.

The Next Day

He smuggled Kasumi in the back way, while Dr. Tofu was out for an hour and stashed her in his office. Putting up sign the sign that they were closed temporarily, he went in to join her. She was nervous at first, but with some skillful words and caresses, he soon coaxed her out of her clothing until she wore only her panties. He lay on top of her on the examination table and ground his hard cock against her panty covered crotch through his clothes. He smiled at the scent of female arousal as her juices soaked through the thin cotton fabric. Kasumi groaned in disappointment when he pulled away. Taking out a scarf, he tied it over her eyes “no peeking, I will give you what you want, but you have to ask for it”

“Make love to me” she gasped, when he touched her clit.

“I have to use the washroom to put on protection; say that when I get back” he suggested and left the room. He quickly took down the sign and unlocked the door a minute before Dr. Tofu walked in.

Dr. Tofu

“Hi Mousse, were there any calls?” he asked.

“Yes, Miss Kasumi Tendo dropped by to see you, she said she was burning up and needed to see you right away. She’s waiting for you in your office” Mousse said innocently.

Dr. Tofu’s eyeglasses fogged over and he practically ran to his office. His jaw dropped and he wasn’t able to speak to see the girl of his dreams practically naked and ready for him.

“Make love to me” she requested, not realizing the substitution.

Dr. Tofu was still unable to speak but scrambled out of his clothes in his haste to prove to himself that this wasn’t a dream. With trembling hands he drew off her panties and examined her body with hungry eyes. Then he pounced, Kasumi couldn’t repress the moans as she was feverishly eaten out with a frenzy that board lined on savagery, while hands explored her body unabated. She howled when she was stabbed onto a hard cock and came with the force of the gale winds as she rode it to ecstasy, until he finished pumping his lust into her and ripped off her blindfold. “Dr. Tofu” she said in surprise at his feral expression.

“Miss Tendo, Kasumi. I love you. You have no clue how much I wanted to do this with you. Does this mean you love me to?” he asked anxiously. Actually able to talk to her honestly for once, sex had jarred the idiocy from his brain.

Kasumi thought about it very fast; she’d always had a soft spot for the handsome doctor and had desperately wished that he would ask her out. She thought of how many times she touched herself to her other fantasy of making love to him and said “Yes, I do love you”

“Really? Will you marry me?” he asked impulsively.

Kasumi giggled at the absurdity of the proposal, considering he was still buried inside her and was getting hard again. She imagined many years of doing this as a respectable doctor’s wife. “Yes” she cried. In his joy, Dr. Tofu started rocking in her again, until their moans joined.

Mousse

Mousse smiled and finished sweeping the clinic and left a note saying that he ran out of things to do. He locked the door and slipped out the window after putting up the sign that read that they were closed.