Special Needs.
A Ranma 1/2 lemon by Exar

***

Ranma 1/2 does not belong to me, and this is in no way a
claim on these characters.

That said, in no way should this story be taken seriously. Every
character in it will be OOC in some way. 'Cause it's a lemon. Deal.

This is the fault of, I mean, dedicated to the perverts at Hawk's
Fanfiction Forum.

***

Ranma sauntered in to the Tendo home, his shirt sticking to his
chest lightly. It was a hot day, late summer in Nerima. It would
have been pleasantly warm if not for the humidity. As it was,
Ranma wasn't really in the mood to continue his training. The
oppressive heat felt like it was weighing him down.

He peeled off his shirt, glad that he'd had the foresight to
wear a wife-beater underneath.

Nabiki lifted her head from the manga she was reading on the
couch and got an eyeful of Nerima's most wanted bachelor. The
beads of sweat rolling down his well muscled back were mirrored
by drool escaping the corner of her mouth. Before he could see,
she wiped her chin off and twisted on the couch to be sure and
give him the best possible view of her in her short-shorts and
tank top.

"Hey, Nabiki..." Ranma drawled. "I went by Doc Tofu's place
today and it was locked up, all the signs were taken down. Did
he move away? and why didn't he tell us?"

Nabiki grinned, he wanted information. Knowing things and selling
things turned her on nearly as much as teasing the boy in front
of her.

"Kasumi went on a date with him last week, you remember? He finally
got his shit together enough to ask her out like she'd been hoping
he would."

Nabiki lifted her leg off the couch, being careful to expose as
much crotch as possible to Ranma while making it look like she
simply had an itch on her ankle.

"Well, apparently, when she informed him of her special needs, and
the things she would expect of him as her boyfriend, he got a bit
scared, and took off."

'Yup, he's got that almost cross-eyed look, the extra swallowing,
and the ever so slight bulge in those damned loose pants. He's
enjoying the show today.'

Ranma blinked a couple times and started going through a kata in
his head. He hated when Nabiki did this. Fucking cock-tease.

"What special needs? What could Kasumi possibly want that would
scare him so bad he would move away?"

Nabiki lowered her leg and stared obviously at Ranma's barely
clothed chest.

"That you'll have to ask her. I'm not at liberty to say."

Ranma snorted and shook his head to clear it of bad thoughts.

"Thanks for nothing, Nabiki. Guess I'll go ask her."

As he walked away toward the stairs, pulling his shirt back on,
he just barely heard Nabiki say, "Didn't look like nothing in
your pants, Saotome."

"What was that, Nabiki? I didn't quite hear you."

Without batting an eye, she said, "I said, are you certain you
want to know, Saotome? One man has already run away from my
sister's secret."

'Butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. Feh.'

Ranma turned back to the stairs with a muttered, "Whatever."

***

Ranma knocked on the door to Kasumi's room, and a moment later
it opened, revealing the eldest Tendo girl in a purple house dress.

"Oh, hello Ranma. What can I do for you?"

"Hi Kasumi, sorry to bother you, but I was wonderin' if I could
ask you somethin'. I noticed Doc Tofu's place was shut down
today, and when I asked Nabiki about it, she said to talk to you."

Kasumi's face fell oh so slightly, and she said, "Oh My, Ranma,
you had better come in if you want to hear that story."

Momentary confusion flashed across Ranma's face, then he nodded.

"Come into my parlor, Ranma," said Kasumi as she held the door
for the young martial artist.

"What parlor? I thought this was your bedroom."

What might have been a shadow of vexation passed over Kasumi's
features, dimming her ever-present smile, then left as quickly
as it arrived.

"It is, Ranma. How silly of me."

She directed him to a soft chair near her writing desk, and sat
herself on the bed.

"How to start... Well, simply put, I have certain special needs
that I would expect any man I was in a relationship with to
attend to. Tofu was such a silly man, I hoped that he would
have no difficulty seeing that they were... met."

Kasumi's speech was hesitant, loaded with double meanings and
emphasis, all of which was totally wasted on Ranma.

"So basically he couldn't make you happy, but instead of tryin'
harder, he just left town? What a wimp! I never would have
thought the Doc would back down from a challenge like that. I
thought he really liked you Kasumi."

She chuckled softly, then said, "Oh, he did, he just... isn't
very open minded at times. Not accepting of new ideas."

Ranma looked very puzzled. "But he told me that he loved to
learn new things. He was always getting new books from all over
with weird things to learn in them."

'Is he completely dense? Do I have to spell it out for him?
Wait, it's Ranma. Yes, he is that oblivious.'

"Ranma, what I'm trying to say is that I have certain... desires.
That are not what you could call, socially accepted. Not
completely normal, as it were. Perhaps even deviant, at times."

Ranma seemed to think for a minute. It was clearly a difficult task.

"So you're saying you are a, a pervert?" He struggled to grasp
the concept. Sweet, innocent Kasumi the fodder of Akane's
battle cries? It boggled the mind.

"Some people would call me that. I don't see myself that way. To
me, these needs are a part of me, the way I was born and the way
I am meant to be."

"Oh, well that's all right then, Kasumi. You're the nicest person
I know. You feed me. Anything that's a part of you has to be good!"

Having sorted out that possible contradiction to his world view,
Ranma looked pleased with himself and his reasoning skills.

Kasumi smiled a sunny smile at him and thought dark, quick thoughts.

'Ranma is a moron, but he's a kind hearted moron who'll do anything
for someone he cares for. He cares for me, I feed him. I'm a goddess
to him. He'll do anything I want. God that makes me hot. But should
I do it? If i make him my love slave now, before he's had another
woman, I could scar him for life. He could be incapable of healthy
relationships, expecting all his lovers to use him the way I want to
so very bad.'

Ranma chose this moment to take his shirt back off.

'Man it's hot today.'

Kasumi stared at Ranma's sweaty, near-nude chest. She watched
intently as a bead of sweat, unable to evaporate in such humid
weather, rolled down his neck, pooled for a moment at his
collarbone, then slid sensually down his pectoral muscle to be
absorbed by his damp undershirt.

'Never mind, he's mine. Sorry Akane. Yum.'

Kasumi slowly untied the ribbon that held her hair in check.

"Ranma, I've been thinking... You might be able to meet my
needs. Do you think, as a favor to me, you would try, just once?"

Ranma smiled confidently.

"Of course, Kasumi. I'd do anything for you. Just tell me what to do."

Kasumi leaned forward with a slightly predatory grin on her face.

"Say it again."

Ranma looked confused, but obliged.

"Just tell me what to do?"

Kasumi stood up, gathering her full height, only a centimeter
taller than Ranma, but he was still sitting.

"Say it again, but beg."

Ranma was getting really confused now, but this was Kasumi. She
fed him. Whatever she wanted in return was fine, right?

"Please tell me what to do, Kasumi."

Kasumi sighed with obvious pleasure, relishing the situation.

"Say it one more time, on your knees."

Ranma looked at Kasumi for a moment, then got down on his knees.

"Please tell me what to do, Kasumi. I want to fulfill your needs."

The young woman flashed a dazzling smile at him, and spoke.

"Ranma, I spend so much time here being the nice girl, being the
dutiful daughter, the maid, the nurse, the chef. I live my life
subservient to others because I love them. And that's fine, that
is the life I have chosen to live."

She strode confidently to the door and locked it.

"But when I'm alone with a man I like, and I like you very much,
Ranma, I want things to be different. I want... control.
I need... Power."

The lovely homemaker's face twisted into a slight leer as she
said the last.

She turned to Ranma with a smile that was anything but vapid.

"Ranma, until I allow you to leave, you will address me as
'Mistress'. You will not question anything I tell you to do,
or you will be punished. Serve me well, and you will be rewarded."

She favored him with a smirk that Nabiki would have been hard
pressed to top, then sat down on her bed.

"First, take of my house shoes."

Ranma wore a look of complete bafflement throughout her commands,
but nonetheless hurried to do her bidding.

She lifted one foot, and he cradled it and swiftly pulled off
her slipper.

"Tsk, Ranma, don't be in such a hurry. Take your time about it.
Enjoy yourself."

"Okay..."

He more slowly cradled her other foot and slowly slipped the shoe
off, taking time to stroke her ankle softly as he did so. As the
shoe cleared Kasumi's toes, he ran his hand lightly down the
bottom of her foot. Not quite enough to tickle, just enough to
feel a touch.

"MMmmmm. Just right, Ranma. Now take off my socks. Take your
time again."

Ranma reached up Kasumi's leg and took hold of the top of her sock.
It was frilly and embroidered with puppies. He pulled it slowly down
her leg, teasing slightly by just barely touching her skin, letting
his breath softly fall upon her flesh, feather light. As he slid the
sock down, he could see tiny hairs, barely visible, stand up as she
got goosebumps.

He moved over slightly and took the other leg in hand. Grasping the
sock, he took a different approach and slipped his hands inside the
top of it and smoothly but slowly worked it down her calf, stroking
his hands the whole way.

He looked up at Kasumi to wait for his next order and saw her face
slightly flushed.

"Kiss my toes, Ranma. Suck on them. Worship them."

She said it quietly, tenderly, as if she was letting him in on a
secret only know to a beloved few.

Ranma bent down and captured one perfect toe in his lips, suckling
it gently. to his surprise, it didn't taste bad, just the simple
saltiness that all skin shares, plus a hint of lemon from the fabric
softener Kasumi used. Emboldened by this, he ranged around, kissing
and sucking briefly on all of her toes.

Kasumi let out a tiny moan of pleasure, and laid back on the bed with
a rapturous expression on her face.

"Oh My, Ranma. That's right, just like that."

He continued as he was for a minute or two, then reached out and
kissed her ankle. Soon, he was tenderly kissing her instep, the top
of her foot and the sole.

Kasumi sat up and smiled down at him.

"You've done well Ranma. Your next order is to remove your clothes.
It's so very hot in here that you would be much more comfortable
without them, right?"

Completely caught up in the moment, Ranma didn't hesitate for a
moment, stripping his undershirt off quickly before remembering
Kasumi's admonition to take his time. he then slowed his actions
and exaggerated his movements as he untied his pants and pulled them
down his legs, kicked off his kung fu slippers, and finally slipped
out of his boxers.

He stood before Kasumi, his arousal evident. She stared for a moment
before she remembered herself and smiled.

"Very good, Ranma. You remembered to take your time. For that, you
get a reward."

She slipped off the bed and scuttled across the room to him on her
hands and knees, and quickly engulfed his erection with her mouth.

She twisted her head to apply friction with her cheek, curling her
tongue around him as she bobbed her head back and forth on his member.

After only a few seconds of this, he was nearing the edge, and she
could tell by the sudden change in his breathing. She clamped her
hand down hard on the base of his shaft and pulled him out of her
mouth. Without lessening the pressure of her hand, she licked the
bottom of his cock, trailing kisses up and down the shaft. She took
his balls in her other hand and gently massaged them. Finally, she
took him back into her mouth and released her iron grip upon him. She
pulled his hard cock deep into her throat and looked at him
encouragingly. He lost all semblance of control and shot gobs of
semen into her throat. She swallowed with minor difficulty, and
smiled as she licked her lips.

"Your turn, Ranma."

She stood and walked back to the bed, but didn't sit.

"Undress me, Ranma."

"Yes, Mistress."

With somewhat shaky legs, he walked over to her and carefully
unbuttoned the shoulder strap of her house dress. Pulling down the
chest panel, he let it pool at her waist and wrapped his arms around
her torso. Ranma slipped his hands smoothly around her, tugging her blouse
out of her dresses' belt. He moved his hands around to the front and
stroked tenderly up her taut stomach, pulling the blouse up inch by
inch.

He reached her breasts and with a featherlight touch, raised the
blouse above them, revealing a lacy, very flattering, red bra. He
cupped her breasts gently for a moment before continuing. Ranma pulled
the blouse over her head and slid his hands across her shoulder and
down her arm, pulling the sleeve as he went. He came to her hand and took
it in both of his for a moment. He stopped and looked at Kasumi with
adoration in his gaze. She leaned forward and kissed him. Her lips
tasted salty with his seed. He moved around her and tugged off the other
sleeve of her blouse, finally letting it fall to the floor.

Ranma walked around behind the eldest Tendo girl and found the clasp
to her bra. He undid it with a practiced flick of the wrist and slid
the straps off her shoulders. He reached under her arms and pulled it
away from under her breasts, where their freed mass had it pinned. It
slid down her arms to the floor, and he stood for a moment and cupped
her breasts, embracing her from behind, nuzzling her neck and the cleft
of her jaw, right below her right ear. He smelled where she dabbed just
a touch of lilac perfume there.

The pigtailed martial artist released her and walked back around to
the front, only now seeing her milky white bosom in full view. He
stared at it, enthralled as he knelt and began to tug at her belt.
It came undone easily and he put his right hand around behind Kasumi,
stroking her soft bottom as he let the dress slowly drop to the floor
in a puddle of purple fabric.

His eyes widened as he realized his work was done. She wore no panties.
Right at eye level, her sculpted bush was on display for him and only
him to see. She'd shaved it into a tasteful triangle, an arrow pointing
to her most private spot.

"Now Ranma, it's your turn," Kasumi said breathlessly.

She laid down on the bed and spread her legs, displaying her pussy and
filling the room with the distinctive odor of feminine arousal. Ranma
bumbled over on his knees and slid his hands up her inner thighs. He
dipped his head and kissed the inside of the older girl's leg, teasing
his way up towards her crotch. He stuck out his tongue and ran it up
the side of her labia, stopping for a moment to inhale the heady scent
of her musk. he pulled apart her outer lips with his fingers and slipped
his tongue in, shallowly lapping at her pussy and causing shivers of
pleasure to wrack Kasumi's body.

Having familiarized himself with the territory down here, he then moved
up to the top of her slit and found the little man in the boat. First
he pulled the skin back that was covering it, pursed his lips, and blew
softly on her clit. Then Ranma started to flick the tip of his tongue
back and forth across the sensitive little nub. As he did so, he
tentatively slipped a finger into the folds of Kasumi's pussy. Finding
it sopping wet, he added another finger as he finally leaned closer
and captured her clit in his lips, gently applying suction to it and
drawing a heavy moan from Kasumi. He continued on like this for several
minutes, alternating between sucking on her clit and showing her inner
thighs with kisses, all the while pumping two or three fingers in and
out of her.

In what seemed to her like no time at all, Kasumi experienced a
mind-blowing orgasm as Ranma suckled at her clit and diddled her like
mad. She had to ball up a fist and shove it in her mouth to stop from
screaming. It wouldn't do to draw attention now.

Ordering Ranma to stop, which elicited an instant "Yes Mistress," Kasumi
took a moment to let the aftershocks of her powerful orgasm spasm
through her. When she was confident she was done, she turned to Ranma
and pulled him into a tight embrace. She kissed him, hard, and reveled in
tasting her own essence on his lips. She pulled Ranma up on the bed and
rolled him onto his back. She then straddled him and with a whispered,
"Don't worry, I'm on the pill," swiftly impaled herself upon him.

Kasumi ground her hips against him in an obscene manner, relishing
the flesh to flesh contact and the wonderfully full feeling she had. She
put her hands on his chest, marveling at how hard and defined his
muscles were, and how they contrasted with how smooth and soft his skin
was. She pushed on his chest for leverage and began pumping herself up
and down on his erection like a piston in an engine. She loved the slick
feel of his cock in her and the slap of her bottom striking his thighs.

Ranma, for his part, simply laid back and let Kasumi take over. For
most of his life he'd had to fight hard and often for the things he
got. He'd had to be arrogant, domineering and strong all the time to
get anything done. It felt really good to just let go and let someone
else take charge. Especially someone he trusted the way he did Kasumi.

Plus the fact that this felt better than anything he'd ever experienced
in his whole life didn't hurt either. It was incredible feeling Kasumi's
tight cunny sliding up and down on him. She would clamp down with her
vaginal muscles on the downstroke so it felt like pushing into a hot,
wet vise of flesh. On the upstroke, she would relax them until he was
almost out, then clamp down again just to tug on the head of his member.

He opened his eyes and gazed up at the woman who was pistoning up and
down on him with wonder in his eyes. Her perfect breasts bounced
hypnotically with each stroke, her hair flicked from side to side as
she tossed her head, moaning in passion. One moment, it was draped over
her shoulder, the next it was flying high into the air, one moment
after, it covered his chest like a silky blanket as she placed tender
kisses on his breastbone, working her way up to his throat and finally
seizing his lips in a fiery kiss that curled his toes. She slipped
her tongue into his mouth and wrestled with his, sliding them together
wetly as she continued to ride him smoothly. He reached up and tweaked
her nipple, then cupped her breast and started to gently massage it.

The extra stimulation was all she needed to push her over the edge. She
came hard, screaming into his mouth and biting his lip as the pleasure
overwhelmed her. Her vaginal muscles spasmed wildly, clamping down on
Ranma with the most pressure he'd felt yet. It was almost painful as she
continued to pump up and down on his cock. Her frenzy drove Ranma to
climax as well, and he uncontrollably thrust up into her, firing shot
after shot of hot spunk into her.

She collapsed onto him, all strength departing her limbs, fully
experiencing the 'little death'. He drew his arms around her, kissed
the top of her head and started stroking her hair. After a minute or so,
she stirred long enough to reach over to her bedside table. She grabbed
a couple of Kleenex and cleaned herself up a bit where his cream was
oozing out of her pussy. Then she cuddled up to him again and rested
her head on his chest. He could feel her hot breath on his nipple,
teasing it a little.

"I have one more order for you, Ranma."

"What is your order, Mistress?"

She lazily raised her head to catch his eye and with a smoky voice
said, "Do this again tomorrow."

***

Outside, a ladder rested against the side of the house. Nabiki was
perched rather precariously on top of it with a camera wedged into the
corner of Kasumi's window and what showed every sign of being a
permanent blush riding her cheeks.

-Fin.

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