Disclaimer: I don't own Power Rangers. Someone else does. I don't know whom because it keeps changing. Please don't get offended if I insult your favorite character. Some pairings are easy to write a story for while others are really tough. So please realize that some of my stories will be better than others. Hi to all my fellow AFPR's including my fellow female Psychos :). And I really appreciate the reviews :).
This is the first story based on requests made by readers. Since I've only had three requests so far, I am going to give everyone one more week to request a particular pairing of Rangers. You can post your request in the review section here or e-mail me at sulo5@comcast.net. The deadline is now November 16, 2003. Thank you.
This pairing was requested by True-To-Blue. I'm not sure if it's what she wanted…but you never know where my crazed mind will take me :). I kind have based Kimberly's character on yet another cartoon character (think Tiny Toons). I just couldn't resist :). Uh, I guess this is one of the stories that earns its PG13 rating for some suggestive language.
Kat and Kim
By
Eileen (Psycho Tangerine)
Kat turned over in the warm sun and purred contentedly. One great thing about being able to turn into a cat was the ability to sunbathe in the nude. Not fully aware of how it would look if she were in her human form, she began to lick herself all over as she dreamed of ruling the Earth with a certain White Ranger at her side and a certain Pink Ranger as her slave.
"Ooh, there you are, Kitty!" cooed an enthusiastic voice. A pair of hands picked her up and jolted her out of her daydreams. Kat began to gag as she smelled the overpower stench…err..scent of the perfume worn by her sworn nemesis…Kimberly Hart.
"Aisha asked me to watch you for a little while. You can come with me while I get ready for Tommy's birthday party. You'll just love the extra special 'present' I'm going to give him later," Kim enthused.
"Special present?" Kat winced at what that might mean. "Just like that little pink slut to brag," she mused bitterly as she fought to get away from Kim's arms.
Kim, blissfully ignorant of the cat's frantic hissing and struggling, hugged her even tighter. "Oh, P.C., you are such a cute cuddly wuddly. I'm going to hug you and squeeze you to pieces."
"Not if I cut you to pieces first," hissed Kat as she unsheathed her claws.
Almost ten minutes later, Kim arrived in her bedroom with her blouse all shredded and but still holding P.C….errr, Kat tightly. "Aw, poor wittle kitty is so lonely she just wants to pway with Kimmie," purred Kim. "Let Auntie Kimmie go get you that cute little mousy-wousy she bought you and we can play for a few minutes." With that, Kim skipped out of her room.
Kat sighed (well, as best a cat can sigh) with relief. She concentrated hard, then walked to the door and reached for the knob. Her paw hit the edge of the door. Paw? What? Kat concentrated even harder on turning back into a girl. Nothing. "Mistress Rita" she mentally called. "I can't turn back into a human."
No response came into her mind.
"Mistress Rita??????" she mentally called as loud as she could. "Please turn me back into a human. I'm stuck in the Pink Power Ranger's room and it's making me nauseous."
Still nothing.
"Oh, for Evil's sake…PLEEEESAASSSSEEEE!!!!!!! All this disgusting pink is making me want to…." Kat paused as an uncomfortable feeling entered her throat. "Hagh….hagggghhh…..hagggggggghhhhhhh………hagggghhhhh……" a gigantic hairball landed in a pair of Kimberly's favorite shoes.
"Sorry," came Rita's voice in an automated voice, "we are not available to answer your call at the moment. Please leave your name, phone number, and time you called and we will get back to you as soon as possible." There was a slight pause and then Rita's voice came on, this time in its normally screechy tone. "And we will not be available again until a certain little Kitty Kat learns that it is NOT acceptable to curl up in the lap of her Mistress's husband!"
"Damn, I forgot about that," thought Kat as she heard a pair of skipping feet coming down the hall.
"Oh, Kitty!" called Kim as she reopened the door, "Were you all wonewy? I hope you haven't missed me too much."
"I miss my ear mites more," thought Kat sarcastically.
Kim continued on enthusiastically. "I'm so sowwy I took so long to get back to you but guess who called me and asked if I would cover him in chocolate frosting and lick it off slowly?"
"Eeeeeeeewwwww….noooooooo," hacked Kat as another hairball came out, this time in Kim's jewelry box.
"Well, anyway," Kim continued, blissfully unaware of the cat's behavior, "after I called the police on Skull, I called Tommy and asked him to meet us at Ernie's tonight. Boy will he ever be surprised when he sees all the stuff we're going to have at the party. And guess what? It's going to be a surprise party!" Kim jumped around the room with glee.
"Oh, and there's no way Tommy's going to be suspicious if you specially invite him to Ernie's on the evening of his birthday. Oh no, he'll really be completely surprised," thought Kat sarcastically. "Oh, wait a minute," she considered. "This is Tommy after all. He won't have a clue."
"Now, P.C., here is your mousy-wousy like I promised." Kim tossed a grey rubber mouse at the cat. "You can get play with it while Auntie Kimmie gets changed for the party." Kim, reaching for her top blouse button, finally noticed the shredded material. "Oh dear, I must give that dry-cleaning place a piece of my mind."
Kat, more to keep from having to watch Kim change than anything else, began to poke at the rubber mouse with her paw. "Not another stupid mouse," she groaned. "Why can't they buy me something nice, like that diamond studded collar I saw in that store window last week? Or that…" She began to sniff. "Is that? No, it can't be…but it is…oh it's not fair!" Kat suddenly felt a wave of euphoria crash over her. She began batting the catnip-filled mouse all over the room in a crazed frenzy. When she finally tired out under Kim's bed, she contentedly rolled over the mouse to sniff it just once more. It was then that she noticed the other small rubbery item lying next to it.
"What the????" Kat hissed furiously. "That slut! That whore! He's supposed to be mine, all mine! I can't believe they're already…"
"Aw, what's the matter, P.C.?" asked Kim as she approached the bed in a fresh blouse and miniskirt (both shocking pink of course). She reached down and picked up the item Kat was hissing at. "Aw, what a sweet kitty. You found one of the balloons for Tommy's party. I thought I had them all blown up." She opened her closet where, to Kat's immense relief, were about twenty colorful balloons.
"A balloon," she began to purr contentedly "It was just a stupid balloon. And here I thought…never mind, I've still got a chance with him."
"I just hope the guys made that gigantic cake like they promised," said Kim as she pulled the pile of balloons out of the closet, revealing the thong bikini they were attached to. "Gee, P.C., do you think I should cover the rest of myself with chocolate frosting?"
At that, Kat completely freaked out and tore viciously at the balloons with her claws. When she had finished she lay on the floor, panting hard from exhaustion.
"Oh, did Kitty want to play with Auntie Kimmie's balloons?" Kim asked nonchalantly. "Never mind, I have a lot more and I'm sure Tommy won't mind the rips in my bikini."
"I can't win," moaned Kat. "Oh, Rita, my wonderful, grand, mistress, I am so sorry. I promise never to even look at Lord Zedd again. Please, oh please get me out of here," she begged.
Still no answer. As Kat was still learning, evil witch queens were infamously slow to forgive.
"Oh, I almost forgot," said Kim as she stuck her feet into the hairball-filled shoes. Blissfully ignorant of the squelching sounds she made as she walked, she picked up the now cowering cat. "I promised Aisha I would drop you off at the vet's for your declawing and spaying before I got to the party."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" meowled Kat as Kim skipped out of the room with her.