InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Things That Go Murr in the Panty Drawer ❯ Feline Oozy Goodness and Canine Nosiness ( Chapter 4 )

After making another exhausting journey through the massive network of drainage pipes, Choo Choo Bear finally made his way back to the place where he had found that most recent treasure trove of dainty lower undergarments. Bag of mints in accompaniment, he oozingly frolicked across the bathroom floor and made his way to the hallway.

The lights were on this time. In the previous raids he had always arrived around nighttime here. Well, not like it mattered. He would just have to blend in with the surroundings and hope he wouldn't run into any roused beings.

Through the hallway he padded, making his way to the door that, upon opening, would reveal his prized destination. Yes, a dresser drawer full of dainty panties. Stopping, he closed his eyes and murred in appreciation of the lovely thoughts that entered his mind.

The panty-klepto chemokitty made his way into the nice smelling bedroom, despite the door being closed. To pass by the closed door, he allowed himself to melt into a puddle of pink, boneless, extra huggable goo with glassy yellow and black eyes, the bag of mints being absorbed into his body as well, then proceeded to ooze his way between the lower edge of the door and the threshold on the floor. After making it onto the other side, he shlorped back into his proper, albeit elasticized, feline form.

He made his way to the dresser and pulled the lowest drawer open, fully expecting to find a lovely pile of delightful panties in a myriad of pastel shades. What he saw made him shed several feline tears.

The drawer was empty of lower undergarments!

There were some socks and some bras, but socks bored him, and bras were only good when used as hammocks. He pouted, then hissed to himself.

Translation: damn ye, who hast dare taken my precious pile of panties?

Behind him, the door began to creak open, and Choo Choo Bear hurriedly scurried underneath the dust ruffles of the bed nearby. From beneath the bed he watched a pair of slippered feet enter the room and walk toward the dresser.

The figure made a "hmmm" sound in a questioning, feminine voice, then got down on skirted knees to close the unexpectedly pulled out drawer, failing to notice the pair of yellow feline eyes following her every movement. Upon standing again, the figure went back to the door and exited the room, shutting the door almost all the way. Almost.

The peeved pussy's tail swished back and forth as he murred with murderous thoughts in his head.

Translation: mayhaps that fiendish woman is the culprit!

He gathered his bag of mints, which had somehow gotten smooshed into a hard to reach nook within his gelatinous form, and heatedly scuttled out from under the bed towards the door, his thoughts in full attack mode.

Once in the hallway again, he searched out the best route to finding the woman who had most likely taken his plunder. On the way, while he wasn't looking where he was going, he tripped over a giant blob of multi-tan fur lounging in the middle of his path. He tumbled and splatted onto his face, nearly flattening himself and, for once, not on purpose.

The bag of mints bounced off to the side, and the ball of fur in several shades of tan and brown stirred to reveal a lazy feline face with wide, bored eyes.

Choo Choo Bear managed to pull himself into a recognizable form once again and turned to look at the obstruction in his way. As the two cats looked at each other, the fat, blob-like one yawned and made a "Nyaaaaan" sound.

Translation: hello there, who are you?

Choo Choo Bear murfled softly.

Translation: Choo Choo Bear. Where did all those delectable panties go? I think a woman in this household stole my wondrous plunder!

The fat feline blinked.

Translation: ah, I would not know. But my my, I smell mints on you. Care to share? I'm Buyo.

The pink ball of pussy putty stared back in annoyance, an eyebrow cocked. Wait, did he have eyebrows in the first place? Meh, doesn't matter. Same expression. Who cares how he described what expression he was currently making. "Meh meh murr…." he muttered.

Translation: give me dainty panties, and I'll think about it, Buyo.

Buyo smiled and "nyan"-ed again with almost a rumble.

Translation: wait right here for a moment.

Buyo traipsed off, his fat, furry belly swinging back and forth as he attempted to merrily trot off somewhere. Choo Choo Bear waited patiently for a couple minutes until he saw his new friend return with a pair of yellow and white polka dot boxer shorts. He huffed and hissed in disgust.

Translation: those aren't panties! My owner wears undergarments like those!

Buyo plopped his obese cat ass down onto the carpet and dropped the boxers from his teeth with a bored mew, eyeing the bag of mints hungrily..

Translation: awwww, c'mon, man! It's all I could find! The missus of the house is still doing her own laundry!

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In the Sengoku Jidai Kagome and Inuyasha had already reached Kaede's home long ago. As no one in the party had any real plans for the day, Kagome and Sango took Shippou outside to play, as the young kitsune youkai was becoming quite restless. Miroku had gone off to aid Kaede in some activity or another, leaving Inuyasha alone in the home and utterly bored off his canine-hanyou behind.

He muttered to himself about having nothing to do, then noticed he felt a bit hungry. Perhaps he could attempt to make some ramen for himself, he thought with reassurance. Within moments he began rooting through Kagome's large yellow backpack.

"What the hell are all these things doing in here?" he asked himself as he tossed package after package of white and pastel colored items out of her backpack and over his shoulder, where they all fell into a piling heap. After searching for a great deal, he found with disappointment that his Kagome had dared to return without a fresh supply of ramen; how dare she?!

Utterly annoyed with his current situation, the hanyou finally stood up and proceeded to leave. He had emptied the entire backpack and found nothing but the usual items and a great abundance of… things… that were sealed within some type of material that he knew only existed in her time. Actually, he wondered just what was sealed within that material, now that he thought about it. So, instead of making his way toward the flap that covered the doorway, he bent down and picked up an item from the pile and deftly used his claw to slice the clear material open.

Holding the white item up in front of his face, shaking it slightly to get all the folds out, he studied it. Having no clue as to what it could be, he looked at the package and attempted to read the labels on the front. After much time spent on trying to figure out what he was actually holding in his hand, he gave up. The most he had been able to figure out was a size and some word to describe the item; a thong.

Inuyasha took a good whiff of the material, closing his eyes at the pleasantly subtle scent. It smelled clean and fresh, with a hint of flowers. Unfortunately, it did nothing to tell him more about what this thong thing was. Well, time to ask Kagome.

Kagome was in the midst of picking flowers with Shippou and Sango a good deal away from the village when she heard Inuyasha yelling out, "Oi, Kagome!" She turned from her kneeling spot on the grass to see her hanyou companion walking up, a confused look on his face and his right hand firmly clutching something she couldn't quite discern yet.

"Yes, what is it, Inuyasha?" she answered with a smile. It seemed that he was finally feeling a bit social; that is, until he came much closer and the article in his hand became identifiable. Her face froze in embarrassment.

"Kagome, what's a thong?" the hanyou asked in a curious tone as he held the item high up in the air, the skimpy fabric dangling from his fingers. A blush spread across her face and her eyes widened.

"Osuwari!" She closed her eyes in embarrassment as Inuyasha cried out peevishly and landed smackingly upon the grassy ground in a manner she had become more than familiar with.