Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ Neko's Mate ❯ Neko's Mate 7 ( Chapter 7 )

I had a request to do a lemon story: This isn't it. If I get a few more, I might do a lemon Neko Ranma story or two. But no more than three. Or maybe 4. Ok, you've talked me into it: 5. But that's it. 6 and not a single story more. (I'm just kidding. I won't limit myself like that. ) I'll go where my filthy, disgustingly twisted mind takes me. Enjoy!

Oh, by the way.....

This isn't a lemon, it's just a normal story. Sorry to tease those who want a lemon, but I am working on a couple, on for Ranma-kun and Akane and another for Ranma-chan and Akane.

I am willing to take requests for specific interactions with other characters, so if there's something you want to see, just email me at :

shall-iin@mindless.com

Oh, again. I hereby claim complete and total lack of ownership towards the characters, settings and names of events used in this story. I own nothing accept the idea of putting said characters into those situations I have created for them.

Here's a list of nicks I'll use for some characters(some have multiple):

Tatewaki Kuno=stickfool/boy Kodaichi Kuno=crazyflower

Kasumi Tendo=Provider(always capitalized to show his respect)

Cologne=ghoul/troll Happosai=oldfreak

Mouse=blindduck/duckboy Shampoo=purplefur

Ukyo Kuonji=? (flatstick cook or girlboy)

Konatsu Kenzan=boygirl

Ryoga Hibiki=pigidiot Nabiki Tendo=greedygirl/trickster

Genma Saotome=pandaoyaji/greedygut Nodaka=mother/

Akane Tendo=mate/brightsmile/

Soun Tendo=weteyes Tofu Ono=Healer

I'll make up more for some of the minor characters when I think of them. Collectively, nekoRanma will refer to his suitors as dogbitches. The fathers are sillysires.

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Ranma grinned as he dodged the chains sent at him by Mousse. He hadn't seen the Chinese boy in a few weeks and was starting to miss the fights. Of all the people after him, Mousse was the one he had the most trouble fighting. Ryoga was a stronger fighter, but he wasn't quite as skilled in the basics as the Amazon youth. Ryoga was all about straight on power. Like Kuno, he came straight at you and rarely changed his approach. Every fight with the lost boy was pretty much the same.

But with Mousse and his hidden weapons trick, every fight took on a different feel. You could never tell what the blind martial artist was going to pull out of his sleeves. Sure, like Ryoga, he had a few things he used all the time, like these chains and a double handfull of swords, but he also changed his attacks and added new weapons. He was no where near the strength of Ryoga, or himself, but he was a near match for pure form and much faster than the bulky Ryoga.

He ducked as Mousse suddenly dropped the chains and swiped at him with a broadaxe. The axe head struck the wooden wall of the building behind him and stuck. Mousse wasted a few seconds tugging on it, and Ranma took the opportunity to strike the taller boy with a short Chesnut Fist, throwing 25 punches in the blink of an eye. He had to constantly remind himself during these fights to lower his strength and speed to Mousse's level, since the Amazon was not a walking tank like Ryoga, or a monster like Taro or Haabu.

He shivered at the thought of the Musk prince, both repulsed and strangely attracted to the other boy. He'd denied the mental affects of Jhusenkyo for so long, he believed it himself. He would never admit to himself that he'd been attracted to Haabu's girl form, since he saw that as a betrayal of Akane, and he would prefer to marry Kodaichi and Shampoo before admitting that he'd found Haabu's male form just as attractive.

Shaking his head, he turned back to the fight at hand jus tin time to block a strike of a quarterstaff and dodge a flurry of throwing darts. He didn't notice, though Mousse had, that the darts shattered the window he was now standing in front of. He did notice the horrible sounds of his second greatest fear and froze in place, allowing Mousse to hit him and send him flying into the building they were fighting in front of. Ranma had simply been strolling along, thinking about his favorite subject: Akane, and hadn't noticed that he was in front of the largest pet store in Nerima, a place that was mainly devoted to creatures of the feline persuasion.

Mousse, however, had chosen his battle plan well in advance, having smelled and heard the place while trailing his rival. He might be blind, but he had a sense of hearing and of smell that would rival a bloodhound. This is were he'd made his mistake, a mistake all of Ranma's enemies made. None of them could believe that Ranma was as good as he claimed and always overestimated their own skills while passing his off as mere luck or chance. What they never acknowledged, despite the evidence of their own eyes from his battles against such terrible enemies like Haabu and especially Saffron, was that he generally had to hold back a vast portion of his skill and power when fighting them.

He'd seen first hand what Ranma was capable of when in the nekoken, and he still harboured the belief that Ranma was nothing but a braggart who was no match for his own superior skill. He also ignored the strength of the nekoken. He chose to believe that the exposure to the felines inhabiting the "Pretty Kitty Cathouse" would do what he'd just witnessed: Cause Ranma to freeze in terror and be unable to fight back. What actually happened was it sent Ranma into the nekoken.

Luckily for him, Ranma was soon distracted by a familiar smell and stopped clawing him into pieces before any serious damage was done.

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nekoRanma awoke to anger and fear. This was far from unusual since it was these two emotions that his human self had the least control over. As his eyes opened and he looked around, he spotted several quivering masses of fur that his sense of smell could tell were felines. He growled a little at the other cats, reminding them that he was the biggest tom and that they'd better stay out of his way. His sense of smell also picked up the familliar, if rather annoying scent, of duck, herbs, and lye soap. This of course could only mean that his human self had been fighting blindduck, and that the fool had somehow managed to knock him into this den with all the other cats and other beasts in here.

Quickly twisting to his four paws, he strode forward, hissing in anger all the while. Blindduck was rarely far from purplefur and there was no scent of the dogbitch anywhere nearby. Even the scent that always clung to blindduck was stale and old. That could only mean that blindduck had been following his human self and had attacked him outside this den with the purpose of sending him into the foul smelling building. Which meant the fool thought he could stand up to nekoRanma.

nekoRanma snorted at the thought. While he was really no more powerful than his human self, he didn't hold his human self's reluctance to use that power. nekoRanma knew to the depths of his soul, that during a fight it was kill or be killed. You either killed to eat, or died and were eaten. His human self was strangely reluctant to kill his rivals. If nekoRanma had been able to overcome his human self's will for a few moments, he'd destroy the foolish lot who constantly interfered with him and his chosen mate.

But unfortunately, nekoRanma didn't have the ability to overcome that reluctance to kill. That didn't mean he couldn't harm the fools more than his human self would do. Unlike his human self, he didn't care if the fools saw how powerful he trully was and were scared away. In fact, that would be a wonderful thing, in his mind. If they saw his true power, they'd finally know that they had no chance of defeating him or in taking his mate from him. He could tell that his mate suspected his true power, as did the troll, the freak, and the sillysires. Sometimes, Provider seemed to sense his true abilities, though it was more difficult to tell what she was feeling than the others.

She had such tight control over her emotions, it was difficult to tell what she was thinking. The only lapse in control was when she was near Healer. The scent of their combined pheromones when they were near each other was almost enough to drive nekoRanma insane with lust for his mate. It was a good thing for them both that he was rarely near the pair in this form, usually being his human self when suffering wounds requireing Healer's help.

Quickly targetting duckboy, he leapt, slicing the many weapons his rival launched towards him. Ducking a sweep of a foot, he reared up on his hindlegs and sliced up the middle of his enemies volumous robes. The sound of metal and wood striking the hard packed ground ran for sometime, distracting nekoRanma from his intent to slightly dismember his enemy. Instead, he took his rage out on the four foot high mass of wood and metal, attacking with his claws and leaving no single piece larger than the smallest of the pink wrigglies that were attached to his mate's feet.

This took mere seconds, during which duckboy had started to back way. He shouldn't have moved, since the motion attracted nekoRanma's attention.

Snarling, nekoRanma leapt onto the fool and started slicing away pieces of the false fur he was wearing. He took his time, enjoying the scent of fear and panic that permiated the air. He sliced a little lower on his enemies body and was rewarded with a sharp, pungent odor. Roaring in his enemies face to announce his victory, he paused in his attack. His sharp ears and sharper nose detected a scent and a sound he knew better than his own. His ears could hear the distinct sound of his mate's heart, and his nose twitched at scenting both her favorite flower scents she sprayed on herself, and that distinct, individual scent he knew was her own.

Crying out in joy, he took a final moment to throw some dirt onto duckboy, before leaping off to track his mate. She was nearby, probably just over these human dens and on the next path in the human constructed foirest of stone and dead wood. He bit off part of blindduck's falsefur to carry to his mate as proof of his victory over one of their suitor/rivals.