Oni You

Shampoo

Shampoo was finding it harder to get out bed in the mornings and was often tired. She wondered if she should report what she had summoned to her great-grandmother and see what could be done. But she didn’t know about the book that Shampoo had found fallen behind the bookshelf of a small Chinese shop; she wouldn’t like that Shampoo was dabbling with forces unknown. However Shampoo was certain that in a few more days, she was going to start moving like an old person, as Mousse had towards the end. She still wondered who had ‘saved’ him and why he had changed so much since then. The oni drifted in and intoned “have you found a real sacrifice for me yet? Only the first one was untouched, of the ones that you’ve been directing me to. Choose wisely” it threatened.

“Ukyou Kuonji, she no want be girl. Definitely virgin, taste good” Shampoo said persuasively.

“I’ll see and be back if you prove incorrect” it said and vanished. Shampoo hung her head and prayed.

Mousse

Ranma and Mousse were out walking together when it started to rain. Ranma sighed with exasperation when she became a petit and curvy redhead, then bent down to duck level to retrieve her friend, only to be presented with the sight of knees clad in baggy dark blue pants. She looked up to find Mousse’s hair and robe plastered to his body from getting wet, but still a human man!

“Ranma?” Mousse said in a startled voice, expecting a quack to emerge from his throat instead his own voice.

“Shit, why can’t I get onied?” Ranma cried at the injustice. “You got onied and got your eyesight fixed, became smooth with the ladies and got rid of your curse. Kasumi did and got self-confidence and became sophisticated. Akane became sexy and kinda kinky and Kuno became a regular guy and I get nothing! It seems that if you survive the oni attack, then it fixes what was wrong with you in the first place” Ranma pointed out.

“Is onied even a word?” Mousse asked in amusement.

“It is now!” said the redhead and stalked ahead in anger, leaving an amused Mousse trailing in her wake.

She got into a bathrobe and prepared to change her for in the onsen, when Mousse appeared at her door. “Ranma, I know that you offered to have sex with Ryoga, but I want to make sure that you’re fine with it,” he said cautiously.

She looked a bit nervous “I just don’t want to feel that pain again. I’m no stranger to pain, but experiencing it there was a little terrifying,” she explained. “I’m going to do it because Akane volunteered, but she doesn’t know that he’s in love with her and would never leave her alone after that. I couldn’t handle her being with another man either. She feels the same way about me and other girls, but doesn’t seem to mind other guys for some reasons. In fact she seemed rather enthusiastic about the idea” she said in a perplexed tone of voice.

“It wouldn’t hurt this time. You had a hymen that broke when we had sex, you were a full virgin in your female form” Mousse explained.

“Akane didn’t have a hymen when we made love the first time” Ranma pointed out.

Mousse managed to school his features “She’s done martial arts most of her life, she probably lost it to a roundhouse kick” he said persuasively. “You however, have only had this curse for a short time and are rarely in your female form, therefore yours was fully intact. I would like to apologize, if I hadn’t literally been half dead, I would have prepared you properly and it would have hurt a lot less. Therefore I think we need to have sex again so I can prove to you how it’s supposed to be between a man and a woman. It’ll make it easier on you with Ryoga” Mousse explained.

Ranma blushed “But, I’m a guy and I don’t like you that way” she said.

“I prefer you in this form” Mousse whispered and undid the belt on her robe. Ranma gulped when her robe fell open. She moaned at the feeling of strong hands on her skin.
“I-I don’t know,” she said blushing furiously, and then gasped when fingers flicked her nipples.

“Just tell me when to stop and I will” Mousse said and wondered when this new power of his had begun, it seemed like girls were physically incapable of saying no to him. Perhaps it was that he offered a discreet way to rid themselves of unwanted chastity? Mousse was silent as the grave about his conquests unless they themselves volunteered the information to others. Perhaps he was good in bed? He was trained to be an Amazon husband, he had to be, it was necessary to his very survival!

Ranma blushed when he carried her to her futon and removed the robe from her body and covered her with a sheet, then removed his own and crawled in with her. She blushed even further to feel a naked body beside hers that wasn’t Akane’s. He smiled at her embarrassment and whispered “I’ll be gentle, this only goes as far as you want” he reassured her and kissed her. She tensed when his fingers sought and found her pink tipped breasts and he resumed strumming her nipples. She purred in pleasure and gave into the heady sensation, especially when his mouth joined his fingertips and her pleasure increased by a thousand fold. She gulped slightly when his mouth continued down her taunt belly and fingers entwined lovingly in her nest of bright curls, before parting the sweetly pink lips of her sex and her clit was teased from beneath its hood and his tongue swirled on it until it became stiff with desire. Ranma panted while Mousse gave her the most pleasure she had ever experienced in this form. Mousse was careful to give her the most thorough job he was capable of, her moans were music to his ears as he teased her labia itself, entered her dripping sheath with his tongue and worshipped her clit and pumped his fingers in her. With a cry, she fisted her hands in his long hair came furiously for several long seconds, Mousse swallowed every drop of her girl cum and then deposited a final kiss on her wet, wet pussy and leaned back to see her expression, her bosom still heaved slightly and she looked surprised. “Shall I continue?” he asked her. His fingers inside her felt that she was gripping at him and wet and ready. Ranma looked nervous, but nodded. He entered her so slowly, pushing himself by increments to show her that there would be no pain this time, he bit his lip when he was fully inside her; she was so tight. He moved slowly at first and Ranma gasped at the bolts of pleasure that shot through her with each stroke. Soon she was driving herself back against him, encouraging him deeper and faster until she came again in a flood and his groan answered her a few seconds later. She didn’t mind when he held her tight and accepted a final kiss before he pulled out of her. She was startled to see that he wore a condom. “Why are you wearing one of those?” she asked.

“I didn’t think that you would appreciate my guys being sealed into your body when you regain your male form and we don’t know that you can’t get pregnant. You really should have that check with a gynecologist” Mousse suggested.

Ranma paled at the suggestion and then said, “that felt great, the pleasure is more spread out then when I’m a male. Does this mean that I’m bisexual?” she asked confused.

“When you’re a male, do you want to jump me?’ Mousse asked her.

“No” she said.

“Then you just enjoy having sex. You don’t really need a man for the most part, Akane would probably love to go down on you like this” Mousse suggested.

“You think she would? Who could love someone like me?” she asked sadly.

“If she can love your male side, there’s no reason why she couldn’t love your female side. Besides, Akane’s a lot different these days” Mousse said winking at the one brown eye watching them through the crack in the door, which he deliberately hadn’t closed all the way for this reason. Akane wasn’t supposed to be home, but Mousse had run into her in the hallway and she’d been suspicious about his lack of attire, so he’d agree to let her watch. Mousse suspected that Ranma was in for a wild time that night. He watched her duck away and then she called from the kitchen “I’m home”, causing Ranma to scramble wildly about for clothes and Mousse to slip back to his room to change and then put the kettle on. He didn’t think that Ranma was going to remain dressed for long.

Ukyou

Ukyou watched suspiciously while Akane appeared to flirt with Ranma rather then fight with him. She also noticed that although Akane wasn’t dressed any differently, there was something that was provocative in the way she wore them, lending her an air of sexiness normally not present in the frigid seeming girl. Ukyou frowned at how Ranma appeared to be responding to her flirtatiousness with looks of desire. She interrupted their fun by walking up to them. They’d been joined by the white clad Chinese boy that she recognized as being the one who used to follow Shampoo around. “Hi Ran-chan, I have to reorganize the stockroom and could use a strong back to help me. Could you spare a few hours after I close up?” she asked.

Akane narrowed her eyes at the blatant attempt on Ukyou’s part to get her Ranma alone. She could feel him squirming uncomfortably beside her as she knew that his desire to help people made him want to say yes, however he also knew that Akane would kill him.

“I’ll do it” Mousse offered. “Ranma and Akane have to study for a test tonight, but I’m free to help”

Ukyou glared daggers at him “I really would Ranma help me” she replied.

“And I said that he’s busy, whereas I’m not. What time shall I be here?” Mousse challenged her.

“Don’t you have some Chinese bimbo to chase?” Ukyou snarled at him, and then realized that she went too far.

Akane’s head snapped up “Mousse’s our friend and house guest, I suggest that you apologize to him and accept his gracious offer. Like he said, Ranma’s busy we might be studying all night long” she said in a dangerous voice.

Ukyou went pale at the possessive tone in her voice and bowed to Mousse “I’m sorry Mousse; I received some bad news yesterday that set me on edge. I would be glad of your help. Is eight okay?” she asked.

“That would be fine. Just so you know, Shampoo and I had a parting of ways and I am no longer her creature. The Tendos have been gracious enough to allow me to remain as a temporary boarder and I would do anything for them” he said in a slightly threatening tone.

“I understand” she said.

Mousse

Mousse was sulking as he’d been dragged along to a bridal shop with Kasumi and Akane. Kasumi was trying on wedding gowns and Akane was trying on a few also. “I don’t see what I had to come?” he complained.

“I wanted a man’s opinion and you have a good eye for fashion,” Kasumi explained.

“How can you tell? I wear the same clothes everyday,” he pointed out.

Akane and Kasumi paused in their twirling and looked at him. “You know, you’re going to have a try a different look for Ukyou, she likes her men with muscles” Akane pointed out.

“I work out every bit as hard as Ranma; he’s more of a medium build that gains muscular mass easily. Whereas I’m leaner, making mine not so apparent unless I’m shirtless” Mousse explained. He watched while the sisters shared an evil look. What’s wrong with my clothes? I wear Chinese clothing just like Ranma” Mousse pointed out.

“He wears them tighter to show off his body, whereas you like baggy and that makes you look merely scrawny which you’re not” Akane explained.

“Yes he and Dr. Tofu have similar body structure, lean is good” Kasumi proclaimed, making Mousse blush. She looked and Akane and said “I don’t care for the selection here. Let’s take him shopping instead”

“Yes lets” Akane agreed and both sisters turned equally evil expressions on him and Mousse felt nervous.

“You can’t be serious?” Mousse said when he looked at himself in the mirror; he had on a pair of pre-faded distressed blue jeans that left nothing to the imagination and a tight zip up sports shirt.

“You look great, holy sexy,” said Akane.

Mousse blushed when both females eyed him with appreciation. He turned around, as he suspected, the lines of his underwear were visible right through the pants. His butt looked like it would rip through the fabric at any second. “I look like a gigolo. How’s this going to help me with Ukyou?” he said doubtfully.

“She wants to see visible muscle, now she does” Akane explained. Then she turned to two girls walking by “what do you ladies think of his outfit?” Mousse blushed when he was described as sexy as all hell and that Akane was a lucky girl. Mousse sourly wore the outfit home and Ranma had a good laugh, until Akane announced he was getting one similar and then it was Mousse’s turn to laugh.

He blushed as he wore it through the streets on his way to Ukyou’s, his face flamed at the admiring glances that he drew from girls and especially those that seemed to check out what Akane had termed as his ‘package’ He felt like a piece of meat and wondered if his mother would lock him up for wearing this get up, as she had threatened to do to his sisters when they attempted to leave the hut dressed too provocatively for her tastes. Mousse was not a prude, not matter what Akane said. He knew that his body was pleasing to females; recent events had proved that. He just didn’t feel the need to flaunt his goodies like Ranma did, then again he’d only ever pictured himself with one female his entire life and he’d already known that his exterior pleased her. Mousse mourned that this was necessary and hated the dating market that he’d been thrust into; he was a one woman kind of man and always had been.

Ukyou

Ukyou had been surprised by the transformation of Mousse, but refused to comment. She had to admire his strength however and dedication to hard work as they hauled sacks of flour and completely reorganized the stockroom. It was long, grueling work and in the end they were both sweaty and thirsty. “Thanks for all your help Sugar. Would you like to have a shower and stay for dinner? I couldn’t have an onsen built into so small a place, so opted for a western style shower” she explained.

“Do you have a bathrobe I can borrow?” he asked. Mousse did not want to be walking around a young girl’s house wearing only a towel.

“Sure” she said handing him the most feminine one that she had. He looked distastefully at the pink flannel one with sea horses on it, but said nothing and went to shower. Not wanting to give her the satisfaction of wearing the embarrassing garment in front of her. He pulled on his soiled clothes again, but frowned at the shirt. It was so covered with dust and cobwebs that he couldn’t bring himself to put it back on. He had to go out wearing only the jeans and black wife beater that the girls had insisted completed his more macho image. He did notice that her eyes went wide at how sculpted his torso was. She went off to take a shower and he looked at the recipe she had out and pulled the vegetable from the fridge and started chopping them. Ukyou returned to witness the domestic scene and stood back watching, she’d changed into her nightshirt and bathrobe. Wordless, she started working alongside him and welcomed that there was someone doing this with her. She’d always pictured a scene like this for when she married Ranma, being with someone, having a companion for life and no more lonely night. She found herself examining Mousse with new eyes; she’d never seen him like this, he looked handsome, confident and sexy. In the past, in the few times that she deigned to notice him, he’d seemed pathetic. Between the thick glasses, the baggy unappealing clothes and tendency to sob after Shampoo and kiss her pampered ass; he’d seemed practically asexual. She wondered what had happened to him as she examined his chiseled body, his shiny hair and handsome features. On impulse, she touched his hair idly. “Can I help you with something?” he asked in amusement to find her fingers combing through his hair. He was used to females touching his pride and joy by now.

“Sorry, I was just wondering if it’s as soft as it looks” she said snatching her hand away and blushing.

“No a problem, just ask next time” he said. “Dinner’s ready. Shall we set the table?” he asked and they did so. She returned to the kitchen to find that he had already tea brewing and just started sobbing. It was just like she had pictured her evening spent with Ranma!

“Ukyou, are you okay?” Mousse asked startled.

“I’m sorry, I’m embarrassed. J-just my father died and I wanted Ranma to come over tonight” she stammered and blushed when Mousse put his arms around her, but accepted comfort from him.

He let her cry it out as he stroked her back and said “so the stockroom was a ruse?” he asked.

“Well, it did need to be done. Damn it he’s my fiancé, he should be here!” she said, lashing out in her anger.

“You didn’t tell him” Mousse pointed out.

“But why doesn’t he want to spend time with me?” Ukyou said sadly.

“He does as a friend” Mousse explained in a soothing tone of voice.

“I’m more then just his friend!” she cried.

“Yes and that’s what the others fiancées say too. Have you ever asked him how he views you?” Mousse asked.

“No,” she said sadly. “Look I need a drink, would you like one?” she asked pouring herself a sake.

Mousse made a face “I don’t drink much” he replied, thinking about how on the journey back from the cave, his hangover had kicked in and he’d ended up vomiting into a bush while Ranma held back Mousse’s hair at his insistence. It had been intensely humiliating.

‘Please I hate drinking alone” she pleaded.

“Oh okay” he replied and they sat down to dinner. He slowly sipped his drinks while she seemed to throw them back.

“Mousse, I’m sorry about today. You seem like a nice guy and don’t deserve the way I treated you”

“It’s okay; I wasn’t the one you wanted here. I guess that must be kind of frustrating” he said reasonably.

“Why’s Ranma such an idiot! Why can’t he be more like you?” she snapped.

“I was raised to serve women in every capacity, whereas Ranma spent his formative years with his immature father. Mr. Saotome’s a horrible parent who seems to be more concerned with selling his son to the highest bidder then raising him” Mousse explained. “Ranma’s an okay guy but he’s immature. Not that I’m so much better” Mousse said with a roll of his eyes.

“So you and Shampoo are really over?” she inquired.

“More like we never got started. Let’s just say that she denied me something that could have saved my life that someone else gave freely” Mousse said cryptically. Ukyou was getting tipsy and started noticing exactly how attractive her companion was. She found herself wondering what it would be like him to kiss him and blushed at the thought.

“This someone who saved your life, are you close?” she asked.

Mousse pictured the look of ecstasy on the beautiful redhead’s face when they made love earlier. “We’re not girlfriend and boyfriend if that’s what you want to know” he teased.

Ukyou turned painfully red at what he implied “I was just curious” she said, averting her face from the amusement dancing in his green eyes.

“Sorry, I’m like Ranma, I like girls in skirts” Mousse teased again. Actually it was true about Ranma’s liking skirts, but it was mainly that they could be conveniently lifted out of the way.

“I have skirts” she said indignantly and when to change. Mousse’s eyes went wide to see her return wearing a black tank top and red mini skirt, she looked really sexy; though the fact that she was staggering kind of ruined the effect. She stumbled and he caught her and set her on his lap. “You okay?” he asked and then he she plastered her lips against his. Mousse was rather surprised at her boldness, but returned her desperate kiss. He realized that he was just being used a substitute, but as long as she wasn’t a virgin at the end of it, he didn’t care. He could tell that she was tipsy but not drunk. He also realized that she wore nothing underneath her skimpy clothes. Boldly he slipped his hand up her skirt and began rubbing her clit; Ukyou moaned and spread her legs while she continued to kiss him. Gently he probed her center and felt her hymen, she made a soft noise. He carried her to the living room and lay her down on the couch. Lifting her skirt, he lapped at her teasingly, sensing her delight. He tongued her pussy slowly and meticulously, no area was left undiscovered. He tried to sense her body's need and repeated motions when he felt her reacting to something. Ukyou moaned in bliss and came hard on his swirling tongue. Feverishly, needing to be loved to celebrate life after her father’s death she helped him strip off what little she wore. Then glaring a challenge at him with trembling hands she undid his jeans. He helped her undress him, and then poised himself above her.

“Are you sure?” he asked touching himself to her entrance. She nodded and then cried out sharply when he thrust himself downward with one quick lunge. She gasped at the sudden pain and accepted his soothing kisses. She shivered then moved with him when the pain dissipated. She clung helplessly to him while she had three orgasms in a row, she had wanted someone to make love to her tonight and it was happening. “Ranma” she gasped at the final time and then apologized to Mousse after his own orgasm faded.

“Its okay” he assured her, leaning back to study the beautiful dark hair girl.

“Could you stay with me tonight?” she almost pleaded.

“Of course, he replied and they prepared for bed. In the dim light of the room he watched the young woman asleep in his arms as her soft breaths ghosted against his cheek. ‘She needs someone else’ he thought realizing that she certainly did like the macho sort. A guy like Mousse would never last with her. But who? Someone brawny, strong and a rather stubborn, but was flawed enough to stimulate her maternal nature.

The oni showed up soon and Mousse whispered to Ukyou as she startled awake. “Just calm down, it will be over in a few seconds and it won’t hurt you” he soothed and stroked her hair until the final regurgitation and the thing departed in a huff.

Shampoo

When the oni showed up to take more of the precious little life force that she had left, all she did was cry “how all weird people in Nerima not virgin? Japanese people think strange sexy?”