Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ Neko's Mate ❯ Neko's Mate 8 ( Chapter 8 )

I am still not planning on doing it as a series of continous story lines. Just keeping it as short little snapshots into nekoRanma's life. 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.

Though I am writting lemon nekoRanma stories, I am unsure if I will post them on FF.net. I don't want to break the no NC17 thing they have now, and when I do a lemon, it's NC 30. So please, let me know if there's a place you, the readers, would like me to post the stories where I could put some lemon stories. I also am writting a lemon series of Ranma stories different from other stories I am doing.

Anyhow, here's the next story.

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The shorthaired girl grinned as she watched the sometimes unwanted houseguests sparing in the yard. She would never admit it to anyone, but she was fasciniated witht the awesome displays of skills the Saotomes performed each day, sometimes even several times a day.

She chuckled as the sneaky elder tripped up the younger adn sent him splashing into the pool. Instantly, the blackhaired boy was transformed into a redhaired girl. The elder took a moment to throw back his head and laugh at the girl, taunting her for loosing focus. While she couldn't hear the conversation from the window, she'd seen enough of these battles that she could almost match it word for word in her mind. Of course, the fat man's distraction over his own gloating allowed the girl to splash him with a wave of water, transforming the fat man into a huge panda. Strangely enough, except for the fur, there wasn't really that much difference between the two forms.

She watched as the redhead leapt out of the pond and double kicked the panda's round gut. The panda grunted and started chasing the girl around the yard. Now it was the girl's turn to taunt the panda.

With a sigh, she turned away from the window. She'd seen this too much to be interested anymore. With any luck, the two would chase each other for a few hours and she'd be able to do her homework.

She worked on the class assignments with half of her mind, the other half thinking of the pair fighting outside. She was far from tolerant of the greedy fat bastard by the name of Saotome Genma, but she'd grown rather fond of the younger Saotome, though she did her best to hide it. It wouldn't do for her father to overreact to something she said or did in a friendly manner. As much as she liked the boy, she wasn't really interested in marrying him.

A sudden crashing snapped her mind into focus. She turned to stare at the purple haired girl who had just smashed her way through the wall into the room. The girl was wearing a soft silk pansuit, in her usual pink and white flower pattern, and carrying a sword that was nearly the same size as her body. Her eyes had a feverish quality to them that she'd never seen before. Her hair was disheveled and her skin flushed and sweaty.

She stood from the chair and slowly backed towards the door into the hall, trying to avoid getting the other girl's attention.

Unfortunately, she bumped the wastebasket by the desk, causing the Amazon to whirl from her staring contest with the empty bed to face her. A look of rage appeared on the Amazon's face and she snarled and hissed at her in a manner exceedingly similar to her cursed for.

The sword swung back, gouging through the roof with the ease of a plasma cutter through melted butter. "Obstacles is for killing!" she snarled in her pidgin Japanese. "Shampoo no hold back no more! She tired of smelly Japan and stupid gwailo Japanese. She take husband even if he no want and go home to village. DIE!" she roared, starting to swing the massive blade that belonged in a samurai anime.

The shorthaired schoolgirl squeaked and turned to race for the door. Luckily, she tripped over a misplaced wait and fell to all fours just as the blade sliced through the air where her neck had been. She gulped and started racing on her hands and knees to escape. Just as she reached the doorway, she heard a shriek of rage from behind her and risked a glance over her shoulder.

She heaved a sigh as she saw that Ranma had heard the commotion and leapt into the room through the new entrance. She could see that he was holding both of the chinese girl's wrists with one hand, keeping her from finishing a final stroke. Deciding that it was better to run now and thank him latter, she scurried out of the room and raced down the stairs, looking for her sisters.

As she reached the bottom floor and passed the furoba, her anger caught up to her fear. She paused, allowing her mind to concentrate on the problem. A possible solution came to her mind and she dashed into the furoba, filling a wash bucket into the cold water from the tap near where her eldest sister was currently soaking, causing the modest girl to blush faintly and utter a faint 'Oh my' as she ran out, leaving the door open in her haste to return.

She shrugged, figuring she'd appologize to her 'neechan later, after she'd dealt with the bitch who'd invaded her home.

As she neared the room with the little duck on the door, she could hear sounds of fighting inside and slowed, risking a peek around the door frame before rushing in.

She was surprised to see that Shampoo had gotten loose and that she was now fighting Ranma. She'd seen Shampoo fight nearly as often as Ranma, and was very aware of the girl's skill. She could tell that the girl was holding nothing back and judging from the holes in the walls and floor and the facts that all the furniture was destroyed, she could also tell that Ranma was having a somewhat difficult time with her.

She knew, of course, that as skilled as the other girl was, Ranma was much better. But she also knew that Ranma was also incredible resistant to the idea of actually striking a girl, though Shampoo seemed a little bruised, giving evidence that Ranma was hitting her. This was a great difference from his usual avoidance though he was obviously hindering himself greatly.

Taking a moment to judge the trajectory, she launched the water, hoping to splash both of them.

It was at this point that she remembered a little fact she'd forgotten: Shampoo's curse.

As the small kitten struggled to get out of the mound of cloth and Ranma cowered in the corner, only one thought went through her head.

"Oh shit!"

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COMMERCIAL BREAK

Just a little break in this story as a pause.

How is this one compared to the others? Shampoo's finally snapped. I was thinking of trying a Ukyo one next. Any request for the other characters? Don't worry, Cologne will be soon, as will the return of Happy.

Everyone done with their 'commercials' (hint, hint, nudge, nudge, why have commercial breaks unless you use them for something, huh0)? Then let's get on with it. I hope you enjoy the rest.

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nekoRanma shook her head as her mind cleared itself of the fear that had awoken her. She rose to her four legs, trembling in anger. She could smell the foul stench of dogbitch polluting her mate's private den. The scent infuriated her. She'd thought the dogbitches would know better than to invade her mate's territory again after the last time she'd thrashed them. Taking a deeper breath, she could scent only the disgusting odor of purplefur.

Snarling she cast her gaze over the wreck of her mate's den. She soon found the false furs of purplefur and could see the shape struggling within them to escape.

Hissing and meowing at the dogbitch contained inside the skins, she stalked forward and gripped the tasteless stuff in her mouth. She spun in place, launching the furs, with the unwelcome intruder still inside, out of the large hole in the wall of her mate's den. With a glance at the girl peeking around the corner, she leaped after the dogbitch, deciding to cut off those annoying bells she wore tied into her fur.

As she landed easily on the furs, she noted that her rival/suitor had escaped and was currently hissing back at her, back arched and small claws extended.

The two cats would have leapt for each other, but a blur of air separated them.

nekoRanma turned to face the new threat, feeling strange. It was like she was slowly falling asleep. Once this though crossed her mind, she started to feel the pain of several sharp strikes to her form and collapsed on herself, struggling to remain on her feet. She hissed for she could now smell the decrepit, ancient odor that could only belong to the ghoul or the freak. The scent, and the way she could almost feel herself falling into sleep could only mean that it was the ghoul, for the freak would have removed her false furs instead of striking her.

As her legs gave out on her, she could just see the ghoul's small form, restraining the similarly injured form of purplefur. Before sleep could fully claim her, she heard the ghoul call something out to the girl peeking on them from the window. Unfortunately the words were in the human sounds she couldn't understand. She heard the girl reply, and watched, her eyes slowly closing as the ghoul shook her hated foe and bounded out of her territory, leaving nekoRanma to fall into sleep in the middle of her territory.

Just as sleep claimed her, nekoRanma gave a gentle purr. She'd successfully chased off her mate's rival, once again saving their den and family.

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COMMERCIAL BREAK 2

Still enjoying this? I hope so. This one is different from my others. I'm using these short oneshot style stories to work on flexing my writting muscles.

Dont' worry, this one still has just a bit to write. I hope the end is a bit of a surprise.

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The short haired girl made her way down stairs, again stopping at the furoba. This time, she filled the bucket with warm water from the now empty tub. As she exitted the room, she noted the sounds of her elder sister looking into the wreak of the room/ battleground where she'd so recently come close to joinging their beloved mother.

She made her way outside, thanking the kami that she was still in one piece. She paused as she looked down upon the female form of the frequently attacked housemate. Sometimes, the boy turned girl was more trouble than he was worth. He had all kinds of super powered martial artists, mages, warriors, and other supposedly mythological beings chasing after him and his idiot father. That's not to ser her life was much calmer before he arrived, just that the people involved in his life were much more powerful than the fools that had bothered her and her family before he came.

With a sigh, she poured the hot water onto the girl, watching with delight as the attractive female form gave way to the much more attractive(at least in her mind, she sometimes wondered about the boy's other so called fiancee's) male form. Though the shock of being splashed with water would usually wake the boy, she knew that since he didn't immediately shoot up and look around with that adorable confused expression on his face, that Cologne must have hit his sleep points. From previous exposure, she guess that Ranma would sleep for several hours.

"Imoutochan, did you see the damage yet?" her sister's voice called out from the destroyed room.

Sighing yet again, she turned to look up at the older girl. "Yes, oneechan. I was doing my homework at the desk when Shampoo crashed through the wall again. She was out for blood this time. If it wasn't for Ranma, I'm pretty sure she would have killed all of us." 'Of course, if it wasn't for Ranma, she'd have no reason to come after any of us in the first place but still, I can't blame her. The guy's a total baka, but he's a complete hunk and freaking martial arts phenom. There's almost nothing he can't do or learn to do when it comes to martial arts.'

Kasumi sighed while looking from the wreck of her sister's room to her sister standing outside. "Oh my. I hope Cologne san is able to talk some sense into her, I'd hate to have anything happen to anyone. She's usually a sweet girl."

Shaking her head at her sister's obliviousness, she turned to face the dojo. "Hey, Uncle, it's safe now. Cologne took Shampoo away. Why don't you make yourself usefull for once and bring Ranma up to your room."

A wooden sign came flashing out of the door. It was badly scrawled and nearly inlegible. "Are you sure that she's gone? Why should I drag that ungrateful son of mine anywhere?"

"Because if you don't, I'll tell Auntie about how cowardly you were today, leaving her precious son to fight Shampoo while you cowered in the dojo." she stated with a smirk.

The panda came out of the dojo, sulking as only a disgruntled panda could. It crouched to pick up the inate form of his son and tossed him carelessly over his shoulder, grapping the kettle from the table near the door and transforming to his human self.

With a look around the yard to scan for any other potential threats, the shorthaired girl made her way back up to the destroyed room. She entered carefully, not wanting to step on any of the large splinters, nails, and other debris covering the floor. She reached out and picked up a stuffed piglet that had it's foam guts spilling from a large tear in the stomach.

With a final deep sigh, she dropped the piglet and left the room. Walking down the hall, she entered a different room.

"It's going to be expensive to fix this, but I'm glad it's not my room." Nabiki Tendo thought as she collapsed bonelesly on her bed and fell into a deep sleep, not even waking at the shriek of shock and outrage from her younger sister as she saw the damage done to her room.

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AN:

I hope I surprised a few people with the end. I know some of you must have thought the girl was akane, when it was nabiki in akane's room.

I've tried stuff like this before, with not mentioning the name of the character events were happening to until the end, but I never felt I had it right. I hope this was at least somewhat of a surprise and that not everyone guessed it was nabiki from the start.

Anyway, I am writting the lemons, one for Ranmakun, another for Ranmachan. As I had mentioned at the start, when I do a lemon, I don't do half measures. While I have no problems doing sexual scenes, I feel that a lemon would be different than having a romantic scene. Really, the first neko's mate story could be considered a lime story, since it has a 'happy' ranma being stroked by akane.

For a lemon neko's mate story, I don't think I would do half measures. I would make it extremely explicit-as explicit as I could. I will also do some more limish ones, but I don't know about posting a full lemon on ff.net since they don't want nc17 stories.