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.
I will be posting any lemons stories I happen to write, including the neko's mate lemons at :
mediaminer .org
Under the Title of Neko's Mate. Should have them up soon. Thanks to everyone who wrote and mentioned the places could post them.
And thanks to those who've expressed interest in possibly drawing parts of my stories. I just wish I was able to draw myself, so I wouldn't have to bother anyone else with doing it for me.
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"Kasumi, I'm home!" Akane called out happily as she entered her home. She was in a good mood. Ranma hadn't bothered her all day, and the baka's stupid fiancee's had stayed away as well. Even Kuno had been absent, though no one really knew why. Rumor had it that his father had finally won out and chopped off Kuno's ridiculous hair.
She removed her shoes and slid into her house slippers, humming a little under her breath. She made her way to the kitchen, waving absently to her father and Uncle Saotome who were playing another in their endless series of Go games. She had seen a dish in a recipe book she'd snuck a peek at during home-ec that she wished to try. It had been unusual for her to disobey the teacher, but really, baning her from the cooking portion of the class just because of a few measly 3 alarm fires and a couple of minor explosions! Ranma and his friends cost the school more on a daily basis in groundskeeper overtime alone.
So they'd had to replace two walls, a dozen stoves, three industrial fridges, and repaint the entire floor. Honestly, it was a mistake. Whose idiotic idea was it to place the science lab next to the cooking class and have their supply rooms numbered as 6 and 9? It wasn't her fault that the 9 had become loose and swung down to look like a 6. How was she to know that substituting pure Na for the NaCl in the recipe would cause the room to blow up? They were both sodium, weren't they? That was what salt was, wasn't it?
Shaking her head to clear it of unpleasant memories, she entered the kitchen and frowned at finding it empty. She checked the clock over the sink, and noted that it was about the time that Kasumi would usually be getting things ready for supper. Since the arrival of the Saotome's, Kasumi's job had been tripled. She now had to start cooking earlier, since the pair each ate as much in one sitting as all three Tendo's did in a full day. She would think her sister would be angered by all the extra work she had to do, and had often offered to help in the kitchen or doing the chores, butr Kasumi had gently refused the offer and suggested she concentrate on studying her schoolwork or on her martial arts.
She was deciding on whether she should start making supper herself or wait for Kasumi to return when she noticed a note stuck on the fridge. Going over, she removed and read the obviously hastily scrawled message.
'Akane,
Do not worry about supper, imoutochan. I will have something delivered. Auntie called. She said there was a problem with Ranma and she needed my help. I will not be too long. Please do not worry about Ranma, I am sure he is fine. I will call later to let you know what happened and to let you know when to expect supper to arrive. Father and Uncle are playing go. If you'd like to prepare them a snack and let them know that supper will be arriving later, I would appreciate it.
I love you, imouto.
Kasumi'
Akane reread the note, wondering what could possibly worry Auntie enough to call Kasumi for help yet not ask for her help. Shrugging, she opened the fridge and started pulling out a variety of presliced veggies and cheeses. She placed them on the counter and looked through the cupboards for a servingtray. She found it and started arranging the snack on the tray, all the while humming to herself. She prepared a pot of tea and added it to the tray.
She brought the tray out and placed it on the table next to the fathers. She was not surprised in the slightest to hear them mutter thanks to Kasumi, as not once did they look up from their game. Deciding that she might as well put her good mood to use by working out in the dojo, she skipped up to her room and changed into a gi. As she made her way out towards the dojo, she remembered Kasumi's note, and rushed in to grab the portable handset for the phone. The kami knew that little would force the father's to abandon their endless game.
She spent an enjoyable time working on her forms. Since Ranma's arrival into their lives, she rarely had the dojo to herself. She'd taken to doing her form work in her room, where she had at least a slight chance of privacy. She knew her forms well, and didn't want to give Ranma any more ammunition than he had to tease her with since she knew he would doubtlessly find flaws with her form. She hated the fact that she wasn't as good as Ranma and the people who'd followed him into her life. She knew that she was good, very good, far beyond what most would consider to be excellent, but among Ranma's crowd, excellent amounted to exactly squat. In order to be in their league, you had to be superior, almost supernatural.
She was interupted in her thoughts by the ringing of the phone. This caused her to trip and crash into the mats. She swore and scrambled to the portable handset.
"Moshi-Moshi?" she stated into the phone.
"Akane chan, you need to get father and Uncle out of the house, right away." came the breathless voice of her eldest sister.
"Nani?" Akane uttered at the near terror in her sister's voice. Kasumi was never so abrubt or authorative. "What's going on?"
She heard Kasumi take a calming breath before she answered her questions. "Akane, I need you to get Father and Uncle Saotome, and get them out of the house. Send them to the bar or something. Auntie called me over here to help her with Ranma. He went into the nekoken today, and he started to behave very odd. Auntie didn't know what was happening, so she called me."
"How odd is odd?" she asked, a quiver of worry in her voice. A nekoRanma gone insane would be very dangerous.
"Er, it's hard to say, really. He started to be very agressive and sort of twitchy. Auntie had a delivery today, and Ranma attacked the deliveryman. We tried splashing him to bring him out of the nekoken, but he started to act even weirder. He was very affectionate towards Auntie and myself, yet he chased off Shampoo and Ukyo when they stopped by. He even slashed Shampoo and left several claw marks on her arm. She was bleeding, Akane. Ranma never makes other's bleed. Shampoo tried to shrug it off, but she looked terrified. She said she'd go to the Nekohauten to ask for Cologne's aid.
We tried splashing Ranma with hot water, then cold, but nothing worked. He must have gotten fed up with it, since the last time Auntie tried splashing him with hot water, he destroyed the kettle and hissed at her. Than she mentioned trying to call you and Ranma's whole posture changed. He started purring loudly, and rubbing his . .. his .. . his bottom against the floor and against the couch. Then he gave a little yelp and ran out of the house. I'm pretty sure he's gone looking for you, Akane. I think . . . I think Ranma might be in heat. Auntie says he had told her that he had had periods before, and that his female form was due for one soon. That means she must be ovulating right now."
Akane swallowed. "Are you sure, Kasumi?"
There was a pause, then Kasumi's voice came back over the line, sounding sorrowful. "Yes, imoutochan. After the first time, Ranma went neko, I studied as much as I could find about cats. Like it or not, imouto, Ranma sees you as his mate. Just as you see him as the same. You love each other, imouto. No matter what you say, you do love him and he loves you. Right now, Ranma thinks he's a cat, and he's acting like a cat. He's gone looking for his mate, and when he finds you, it would not be a good idea for other men to be around. So get rid of father and Uncle as fast as you can. And imouto?"
Gulping, Akane held the phone with a shaking hand. She wasn't sure if she was ready for what Kasumi was implying. "Yes, oneechan?"
"Ranma is still female, and very, very frustrated right now. He'll be looking to mate, but neither of you has the equipment for what he wants right now. Be careful." Kasumi warned.
Trembling, Akane said goodbye to her sister, slowly collapsing to her knees. A horny, female nekoRanma was out there somewhere looking for her. Not exactly something to inspire a sense of peace. Shaking out of her momentary panic, she leapt to her feet. She just needed to look at this another way. It wasn't that Ranma was out there stalking her in order to do perverted things with her, oh no. It was that Ranma needed her help, and only her help. She was the only one that could help him right now. And to do so, she had to get rid of their fathers.
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nekoRanma cried out as she caught her mate's scent. She had been here not long before. Looking around for her, she didn't notice her anywhere nearby. Pouting and whining as only a cat could, she again swatted stickboy away. He'd been annoying her ever since she'd arrived at this communal den. She growled in his direction, but the fool was too stupid to hear her warning. Luckily for him, other's weren't as stupid.
nekoRanma frowned, as stickboy seemed to disappear before her eyes. She started testing the winds to find his scent, and was distracted by the distinctive scent of oldghoul. She turned in a circle, trying to spot her enemy.
A blow to her back caused her to howl in anger and spin, slashing out with her claws. They missed the target, digging long gouges into the dirt of the hard packed earth.
The pair faced off, nekoRanma staring at the hated oldghoul who so often stymied her attempts at showing her mate how she felt. Growling, she leapt, flashing her claws at the shrunken figure. The figure barely dodged them, a thin tear appearing in the flowing false furs it wore to hide its hideous form. The figure lashed out with the long stick it used in place of it's now fallen claws.
Snarling, nekoRanma slashed at the wooden stick, shredding it into mishappen slices. She prepared to pounce, her snarl greowing as she felt the frustration of the day coursing through her. All she'd wanted was to find her mate so that they could finally complete their mating dance, and here was oldghoul, keeping her from tracking her mate. Just like Mother and Provider, back at Mother's den. They'd tried to keep her there, away from her mate, and she'd nearly lashed out against them. Only her respect and love for them had kept them safe from her anger. She had, however gotten tired of the constant splashing and changing, and had destroyed the strange tool they'd used to transform her.
Oldghoul took a look at her stance and seemed to come to an internal decision. Just as nekoRanma was preparing to finally end the shrunken little ghoul's existence, her form blurred and she disappeared. nekoRanma landed and roared in frustration again. First the oldghoul kept her from killing stickboy, then she tried keeping her from her mate again, and now she'd left in the middle of a fight. Next time, no playing. Oldghoul was going down. nekoRanma was tired of playing with her and with purplefur. They'd kept her and her mate apart for too long.
The thought of being kept apart from her mate reminder her that she still had to find her mate. Again sniffing the air, she caught the freshest scent her mate had laid for her and started bounding happily in the direction. She realized after a moment that the scent was heading towards their den. Now, she didn't need to follow it, increasing her speed so that she was now nothing but a streak of red and black to those watching.
She arrived at their den and slowed, approaching cautiously. She'd been interupted too often today to trust that someone else wouldn't try and keep her from finding her mate. As she neared their territory, she could smell the scent of males heading away from the den. Growling low in her throat, she stood straight and stalked forward, leaping over the wall and striding into the den. She could smell the lovely scent of her mate wafting down the stairs and took a moment to rub herself over the hated male scents on many of the surfaces in their home.
She leapt the stairs, and ran to her mates door, finding it sealed. Mewing pityingly and scratching at the door, she waited for her mate to let her in. A noise from behind her distracted her, and she turned, somewhat surprised to see her mate standing on the stairs. Happy to have found her, she started loping towards her mate, who turned and ran down the stairs. nekoRanma paused, while tilting her head at her mate's strange actions. Realizing that her mate wanted her to follow, she let out a happy chirp and bounded to the stairs, taking them several at a time.
She reached the bottom of the stairs just in time to see her mate smile at her and run into the cleaning room. Feeling her excitement mount, she purred loudly as she made her way to the door of the cleaning room and paused, looking inside. She couldn't see her mate, and the smells were too concentrated for her to make any specific ones out, but she knew her mate had to be inside since this was the only way to enter or leave this chamber.
She entered cautiously, eyes roaming the various objects and spaces in the room. She reached the small fake pool and turned to look the other way, not seeing her mate. She was surprised as she felt two strong arms encircle her from behind and drag her into the warm water, mentally fuming as her mind snapped with the sudden change in form and her human self reasserted itself into control.
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Ranma sputtered and coughed he shot up out of the furo. Looking around wildly, he noticed Akane staring at him from the other side of small tub. "Akane? What's going on? What am I doing here? Last thing I remember, I was walking down the street with mom to her place."
Seeing that her fiancee was back to normal, Akane gave a sigh of relief. It had been a gamble, leading Ranma into the furo. If the water hadn't snapped his mind back, she'd have had to try and deal with a nekoRanma who was male, ready, and more than willing to try and have his way with her. "Don't worry, Ranma. Everything is fine, now. But next time, try and avoid cats when your female form is ovulating, ok?"
Ranma blushed and nodded, not really understanding, but realizing that this time, it might be best not to understand.
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.
I will be posting any lemons stories I happen to write, including the neko's mate lemons at :
mediaminer .org
Under the Title of Neko's Mate. Should have them up soon. Thanks to everyone who wrote and mentioned the places could post them.
And thanks to those who've expressed interest in possibly drawing parts of my stories. I just wish I was able to draw myself, so I wouldn't have to bother anyone else with doing it for me.
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"Kasumi, I'm home!" Akane called out happily as she entered her home. She was in a good mood. Ranma hadn't bothered her all day, and the baka's stupid fiancee's had stayed away as well. Even Kuno had been absent, though no one really knew why. Rumor had it that his father had finally won out and chopped off Kuno's ridiculous hair.
She removed her shoes and slid into her house slippers, humming a little under her breath. She made her way to the kitchen, waving absently to her father and Uncle Saotome who were playing another in their endless series of Go games. She had seen a dish in a recipe book she'd snuck a peek at during home-ec that she wished to try. It had been unusual for her to disobey the teacher, but really, baning her from the cooking portion of the class just because of a few measly 3 alarm fires and a couple of minor explosions! Ranma and his friends cost the school more on a daily basis in groundskeeper overtime alone.
So they'd had to replace two walls, a dozen stoves, three industrial fridges, and repaint the entire floor. Honestly, it was a mistake. Whose idiotic idea was it to place the science lab next to the cooking class and have their supply rooms numbered as 6 and 9? It wasn't her fault that the 9 had become loose and swung down to look like a 6. How was she to know that substituting pure Na for the NaCl in the recipe would cause the room to blow up? They were both sodium, weren't they? That was what salt was, wasn't it?
Shaking her head to clear it of unpleasant memories, she entered the kitchen and frowned at finding it empty. She checked the clock over the sink, and noted that it was about the time that Kasumi would usually be getting things ready for supper. Since the arrival of the Saotome's, Kasumi's job had been tripled. She now had to start cooking earlier, since the pair each ate as much in one sitting as all three Tendo's did in a full day. She would think her sister would be angered by all the extra work she had to do, and had often offered to help in the kitchen or doing the chores, butr Kasumi had gently refused the offer and suggested she concentrate on studying her schoolwork or on her martial arts.
She was deciding on whether she should start making supper herself or wait for Kasumi to return when she noticed a note stuck on the fridge. Going over, she removed and read the obviously hastily scrawled message.
'Akane,
Do not worry about supper, imoutochan. I will have something delivered. Auntie called. She said there was a problem with Ranma and she needed my help. I will not be too long. Please do not worry about Ranma, I am sure he is fine. I will call later to let you know what happened and to let you know when to expect supper to arrive. Father and Uncle are playing go. If you'd like to prepare them a snack and let them know that supper will be arriving later, I would appreciate it.
I love you, imouto.
Kasumi'
Akane reread the note, wondering what could possibly worry Auntie enough to call Kasumi for help yet not ask for her help. Shrugging, she opened the fridge and started pulling out a variety of presliced veggies and cheeses. She placed them on the counter and looked through the cupboards for a servingtray. She found it and started arranging the snack on the tray, all the while humming to herself. She prepared a pot of tea and added it to the tray.
She brought the tray out and placed it on the table next to the fathers. She was not surprised in the slightest to hear them mutter thanks to Kasumi, as not once did they look up from their game. Deciding that she might as well put her good mood to use by working out in the dojo, she skipped up to her room and changed into a gi. As she made her way out towards the dojo, she remembered Kasumi's note, and rushed in to grab the portable handset for the phone. The kami knew that little would force the father's to abandon their endless game.
She spent an enjoyable time working on her forms. Since Ranma's arrival into their lives, she rarely had the dojo to herself. She'd taken to doing her form work in her room, where she had at least a slight chance of privacy. She knew her forms well, and didn't want to give Ranma any more ammunition than he had to tease her with since she knew he would doubtlessly find flaws with her form. She hated the fact that she wasn't as good as Ranma and the people who'd followed him into her life. She knew that she was good, very good, far beyond what most would consider to be excellent, but among Ranma's crowd, excellent amounted to exactly squat. In order to be in their league, you had to be superior, almost supernatural.
She was interupted in her thoughts by the ringing of the phone. This caused her to trip and crash into the mats. She swore and scrambled to the portable handset.
"Moshi-Moshi?" she stated into the phone.
"Akane chan, you need to get father and Uncle out of the house, right away." came the breathless voice of her eldest sister.
"Nani?" Akane uttered at the near terror in her sister's voice. Kasumi was never so abrubt or authorative. "What's going on?"
She heard Kasumi take a calming breath before she answered her questions. "Akane, I need you to get Father and Uncle Saotome, and get them out of the house. Send them to the bar or something. Auntie called me over here to help her with Ranma. He went into the nekoken today, and he started to behave very odd. Auntie didn't know what was happening, so she called me."
"How odd is odd?" she asked, a quiver of worry in her voice. A nekoRanma gone insane would be very dangerous.
"Er, it's hard to say, really. He started to be very agressive and sort of twitchy. Auntie had a delivery today, and Ranma attacked the deliveryman. We tried splashing him to bring him out of the nekoken, but he started to act even weirder. He was very affectionate towards Auntie and myself, yet he chased off Shampoo and Ukyo when they stopped by. He even slashed Shampoo and left several claw marks on her arm. She was bleeding, Akane. Ranma never makes other's bleed. Shampoo tried to shrug it off, but she looked terrified. She said she'd go to the Nekohauten to ask for Cologne's aid.
We tried splashing Ranma with hot water, then cold, but nothing worked. He must have gotten fed up with it, since the last time Auntie tried splashing him with hot water, he destroyed the kettle and hissed at her. Than she mentioned trying to call you and Ranma's whole posture changed. He started purring loudly, and rubbing his . .. his .. . his bottom against the floor and against the couch. Then he gave a little yelp and ran out of the house. I'm pretty sure he's gone looking for you, Akane. I think . . . I think Ranma might be in heat. Auntie says he had told her that he had had periods before, and that his female form was due for one soon. That means she must be ovulating right now."
Akane swallowed. "Are you sure, Kasumi?"
There was a pause, then Kasumi's voice came back over the line, sounding sorrowful. "Yes, imoutochan. After the first time, Ranma went neko, I studied as much as I could find about cats. Like it or not, imouto, Ranma sees you as his mate. Just as you see him as the same. You love each other, imouto. No matter what you say, you do love him and he loves you. Right now, Ranma thinks he's a cat, and he's acting like a cat. He's gone looking for his mate, and when he finds you, it would not be a good idea for other men to be around. So get rid of father and Uncle as fast as you can. And imouto?"
Gulping, Akane held the phone with a shaking hand. She wasn't sure if she was ready for what Kasumi was implying. "Yes, oneechan?"
"Ranma is still female, and very, very frustrated right now. He'll be looking to mate, but neither of you has the equipment for what he wants right now. Be careful." Kasumi warned.
Trembling, Akane said goodbye to her sister, slowly collapsing to her knees. A horny, female nekoRanma was out there somewhere looking for her. Not exactly something to inspire a sense of peace. Shaking out of her momentary panic, she leapt to her feet. She just needed to look at this another way. It wasn't that Ranma was out there stalking her in order to do perverted things with her, oh no. It was that Ranma needed her help, and only her help. She was the only one that could help him right now. And to do so, she had to get rid of their fathers.
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nekoRanma cried out as she caught her mate's scent. She had been here not long before. Looking around for her, she didn't notice her anywhere nearby. Pouting and whining as only a cat could, she again swatted stickboy away. He'd been annoying her ever since she'd arrived at this communal den. She growled in his direction, but the fool was too stupid to hear her warning. Luckily for him, other's weren't as stupid.
nekoRanma frowned, as stickboy seemed to disappear before her eyes. She started testing the winds to find his scent, and was distracted by the distinctive scent of oldghoul. She turned in a circle, trying to spot her enemy.
A blow to her back caused her to howl in anger and spin, slashing out with her claws. They missed the target, digging long gouges into the dirt of the hard packed earth.
The pair faced off, nekoRanma staring at the hated oldghoul who so often stymied her attempts at showing her mate how she felt. Growling, she leapt, flashing her claws at the shrunken figure. The figure barely dodged them, a thin tear appearing in the flowing false furs it wore to hide its hideous form. The figure lashed out with the long stick it used in place of it's now fallen claws.
Snarling, nekoRanma slashed at the wooden stick, shredding it into mishappen slices. She prepared to pounce, her snarl greowing as she felt the frustration of the day coursing through her. All she'd wanted was to find her mate so that they could finally complete their mating dance, and here was oldghoul, keeping her from tracking her mate. Just like Mother and Provider, back at Mother's den. They'd tried to keep her there, away from her mate, and she'd nearly lashed out against them. Only her respect and love for them had kept them safe from her anger. She had, however gotten tired of the constant splashing and changing, and had destroyed the strange tool they'd used to transform her.
Oldghoul took a look at her stance and seemed to come to an internal decision. Just as nekoRanma was preparing to finally end the shrunken little ghoul's existence, her form blurred and she disappeared. nekoRanma landed and roared in frustration again. First the oldghoul kept her from killing stickboy, then she tried keeping her from her mate again, and now she'd left in the middle of a fight. Next time, no playing. Oldghoul was going down. nekoRanma was tired of playing with her and with purplefur. They'd kept her and her mate apart for too long.
The thought of being kept apart from her mate reminder her that she still had to find her mate. Again sniffing the air, she caught the freshest scent her mate had laid for her and started bounding happily in the direction. She realized after a moment that the scent was heading towards their den. Now, she didn't need to follow it, increasing her speed so that she was now nothing but a streak of red and black to those watching.
She arrived at their den and slowed, approaching cautiously. She'd been interupted too often today to trust that someone else wouldn't try and keep her from finding her mate. As she neared their territory, she could smell the scent of males heading away from the den. Growling low in her throat, she stood straight and stalked forward, leaping over the wall and striding into the den. She could smell the lovely scent of her mate wafting down the stairs and took a moment to rub herself over the hated male scents on many of the surfaces in their home.
She leapt the stairs, and ran to her mates door, finding it sealed. Mewing pityingly and scratching at the door, she waited for her mate to let her in. A noise from behind her distracted her, and she turned, somewhat surprised to see her mate standing on the stairs. Happy to have found her, she started loping towards her mate, who turned and ran down the stairs. nekoRanma paused, while tilting her head at her mate's strange actions. Realizing that her mate wanted her to follow, she let out a happy chirp and bounded to the stairs, taking them several at a time.
She reached the bottom of the stairs just in time to see her mate smile at her and run into the cleaning room. Feeling her excitement mount, she purred loudly as she made her way to the door of the cleaning room and paused, looking inside. She couldn't see her mate, and the smells were too concentrated for her to make any specific ones out, but she knew her mate had to be inside since this was the only way to enter or leave this chamber.
She entered cautiously, eyes roaming the various objects and spaces in the room. She reached the small fake pool and turned to look the other way, not seeing her mate. She was surprised as she felt two strong arms encircle her from behind and drag her into the warm water, mentally fuming as her mind snapped with the sudden change in form and her human self reasserted itself into control.
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Ranma sputtered and coughed he shot up out of the furo. Looking around wildly, he noticed Akane staring at him from the other side of small tub. "Akane? What's going on? What am I doing here? Last thing I remember, I was walking down the street with mom to her place."
Seeing that her fiancee was back to normal, Akane gave a sigh of relief. It had been a gamble, leading Ranma into the furo. If the water hadn't snapped his mind back, she'd have had to try and deal with a nekoRanma who was male, ready, and more than willing to try and have his way with her. "Don't worry, Ranma. Everything is fine, now. But next time, try and avoid cats when your female form is ovulating, ok?"
Ranma blushed and nodded, not really understanding, but realizing that this time, it might be best not to understand.