Here is the long awaited continuation of Neko's Mate. Not coincidentally,
it is also the first story I was asked to write using a character. I hope
it meets the expecations of the readers.
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.
Konatsu Kenzan was feeling rather put out. He had been following the love of his life, Kuonji Ukyo, for most of the day, as was his habit when he was not left to work at her beloved restaurant. And as was her usual habit, she had been discretely trailing after the man she loved, Saotome Ranma.
One would think that being rivals for the affections of the okonomiyaki chef would have made Konatsu and Ranma bitter enemies, but this was not the case. Konatsu held nothing but the deepest respect for Ranma. For both his skills as a warrior and the ease in which he interacted with others in his life. Konatsu's life had not been easy. Raised in ancient clan traditions as a kunoichi, despite being male, he had been taught little about the ways in which people interacted outside of the confines of the strict traditional forms. Even now, more than a year since being freed from virtual slavery to his only remaining family, he still dressed and acted as a traditional Japanese woman. Few indeed, were the people who even knew or remembered that he was in reality a man, not a woman, so effective was his guise.
No, Saotome Ranma was not a rival for his affections. Ranma thought of Ukyo as nothing more than his oldest and dearest friend. Ukyo, like so many others he had met since leaving his family, was deluding herself. Saotome Ranma loved one person and oen person only: Tendo Akane. And she, despite her often violent denials was totally and completely in love with the brash and arrogant youth.
Although, to be fair, Ranma had a right to be brash and arrogant. He was without a doubt one of the greatest martial artists currently living, and with time, he would no doubt grow to be one of the greatest the world had ever seen. Konatsu was no slouch himself, but he had to admit to himself that he was no match for Ranma. He knew that while he might, with enough time and effort, manage to perform some of the feats Ranma could do, Ranma could right now, do anything he could devise simply from observing him perform it once or twice. He had absolutely no doubt in his mind that Ranma withheld the vast majority of his skills when facing his rivals and suitors, not wishing to cause them harm.
From his usual spot in the shadows, he had watched unnoticed as challenger after challenger sought to defeat Ranma. He had noted several times when Ranma had forced himself to reign in his instincts and keep from using his entire force during his almost daily battles. He strongly suspected that even Cologne and Happosai were no longer a serious match against Ranma on a purely skill wise field. Though the pair had a great deal more experience, then the young man and knew techniques that they had yet to demonstrate.
Shaking his head to return his wandering mind to the task at hand, he stealthily started to move forward, making sure to remain hidden in the shadows. Ukyo was going to visit Ranma and Akane, responding once again to rumors that the pair had been seen acting much friendlier towards each other. Konatsu had heard the rumors himself, and after trailing Akane one evening, he had noted the rumors were for once, accurate. Throughout the entire night, he had not seen any sign of the usual behaviour they would use to cover their feelings for each other.
In fact, he had seen them being openly affectionate, holding hands and whispering in each other's ears, causing blushes and hushes. None of the Tendo household made any indication of noting the oddity, though there was a rather triumphant look on the faces of Ranma's mother and Akane's eldest sister. At one point, Ranma had looked in his direction and whispered something into Akane's ear, and the two had put a little distance between themselves, before Akane made a quick exit, followed a minute later by Ranma. As he left the room, Ranma had again looked directly at him and nodded, showing that he had again known all the time that Konatsu had been there.
He had said nothing of his observations to his beloved. He had not wanted to be the one who was responsible for shattering her illusions. He knew that time would be cruel to her love, and dearly wished that he could spare her the pain he knew was coming, but he knew the only way for that to happen was for Ranma to start to love her the way he loved Akane. And that would not happen, even with Akane's death. So for now, he trailed Ukyo as always as she reached to Tendo compound and made her way through the gate, only to freeze in midstride.
Sensing a rush of shock and fear from the object of his adoration, he moved as quickly as he could to her side, only to freeze in place himself as he caught sight of what was happening in the Tendo dojo.
While he had heard of the nekoken, he had not had the chance to witness it himself. And he had never heard of it causing Ranma to prance around naked, chasing an equally naked-and wildly laughing- Akane around the dubious confines of the oft repaired dojo.
"What the hell is going on?" roared Ukyo, catching the attention of the lovers.
Konatsu frowned and suddenly wished he had brought his sword as Ranma's inhuman gaze turned towards them. His entire body pulsed with the sudden urge of danger. He moved in front of Ukyo, desparately seeking to gain her some time to escape.
He was distracted by Akane's shriek for a moment and turned to glance in her direction, only to find himself being slammed into by the muscular body of Ranma Saotome. As he flew back from the shoulder block, he could only feel relieved that NekoRanma had decided to show restraint against the male invading his territory.
Before the darkness overtook him, he only prayed that he would show that same restraint towards the encroaching female.
nekoRanma gave a rolling growl as he playfully chased his mate around their dwelling. He was happier then he had ever been, now that he had finally laid claim to his mate. She too was happier, and took great delight in the games they played, both when his human self was in charge and when he was incharge. She had even learned to enjoy and relax with his female form.
He couldn't remember how he had awoken into control today, but he knew that it had been at his mate's request to his human half. He had awoken to find his mate preparing herself for him and he had gladly moved to mount her, only to have her scurry away, throwing him a look over her shoulder while wagging her shapely behind. Quickly moving towards her again, he had felt a moments irritation as she had again moved away, repeating her entreating gestures.
He caught on and gave a faint growl and whimper, causing her to giggle. He slowly started to stalk towards her, only for her to scamper out of their private cave and into the public den. He had started chasing her, thoughts of mating drifting from his mind as he took in the simple joy and pleasure of playing witrh her with no real threats of violence.
They had been playing for hours. She would occassionally allow him to catch her, and reward his skills by allowing him to mount her. They would rest a few moments afterwards, only to start the chase anew, taking turns chasing each other and pleasuring each other. NekoRanma had been watching the times his human self had mated with her and he had learned as his human self did the many ways he and his mate could pleasure each other.
He was chasing her into the fighting den for a little exercise with their playtime when he felt a shift in the surrounding aura of peace distracted him and he turned to see what had entered their territory. A faint growling began as he caught sight of flaststick cook and girlyboy standing in the entrance to their den. He winced as his sensitive ears were punished by flatstick's shriek of outrage.
He took a step towards the cook but paused as his mate gave a shriek of rage and dashed to hide behind the door of the fighting den. A motion as girlyboy moved in front of flatstick drew his attention and anger took over when the disguised male took a peek at his mate. He leapt forward, slamming his shoulder into the slighter boy and sending him flying out of the gates and slamming into the wall across the street.
Flatstick yammered at him in her annoying voice, and he growled a warning at her, turning away and dismissing her. He trotted back into the fighting den, totally ignoring the dogbitch as she continued to yammer and screech at him. He wanted only to find his mate and make sure she was alright.
He would have continued to ignore her, but his senses detected an incoming attack, and twisted out of the way, lashing out in retaliation and slicing the flatstick into a dozen tiny pieces. He gave a hiss of warning to the dogbitch and again turned to search for his mate, when the foolish female made a huge mistake. She reached out and grabbed his shoulder.
He turned slowly and swiped at her, extending his claws just enough to draw a thin line of blood. She seemed startled and reacted instinctively, hitting him several times. Deciding that he was tired of the dogbitch and it was time to put an end to her interference, he swung a paw, connecting with her midsection and sending her backwards several feet to fall on her butt.
He rose to his full height on his four paws and allowed his aura to shine outwards. He released a roar and slashed his paws at her feet. Luckily for her, she had enough sense to draw her feet away, allowing her to keep them attached to her legs.
He would have pressed his attack, but he stopped as the other male appeared between them, arms outwide and head bowed. Confused he paused his attack long enough for his mate to reappear, once again wearing the false furs she wore to protect her from the prying eyes of others. She moved in front of him, placing a restraining hand on his tense shoulder. She was muttering soothing sounds low in her throat, stroaking his head in a calming manner. She was speaking again, but he was too angry at the intrusion to even attempt and reach within for his human self's understanding of her words. Besides, her actions spoke for her. She wished him to let the rivals live, even after their untimely interuption and unwanted observation of their playtime.
Deciding to allow his mate to deal with the pair, he gave a couple of warning roars and trotted inside. The fake pond inside was filled with fresh water and would be able to give control back over to his human self. This time, he would let them live, but next time. . . next time they would die.
Konatsu looked up as he heard Ranma roar, fully expecting to be meeting his ancestors sometime soon. He was surprised to see Ranma's backend disappearing into the house while Akane was glaring at him and Ukyo, her clenched hands resting on her hips. For the first time, he could understand Ranma's reaction to Akane's glare. "Miss Akane? You have stopped Mister Ranma?"
Akane's glare lightened a fraction as she swung it in his direction. "Konatsu, I didn't do it for you, or for Ukyo. I did it because no matter what, Ranma is not a killer. He would never forgive himself if he had seriously injured either of you just because you walked in on us when we were . . . involved."
Konatsu blushed, remembering that the sight that had greeted their eyes when he and Ukyo had entered the Tendo compound. "I am very sorry for that, Miss Akane. Ukyo-sama had heard several students talking about how close you and Ranmasan had been lately. She wanted to see for herself if the rumors were true." Konatsu's blush deepened, heightening the image of a girl on the threshold of woman hood. "It seems they were not. You are much closer than the rumors state."
Akane blushed. "Look, Konatsu, what Ranma and I do is none of your or anyone elses concern. He is my fiancee and I . . . I love him. And he, he loves me." She glanced at Ukyo, who was still dazed, her eyes glazed over. She seemed to be mumbling something under her breath, but neither of them could make out what she was saying.
"Take her home, Konatsu, and make sure she doesn't do anything stupid. I'm going to go and see if Ranma's human again." She made her way to the entrance and paused, looking over her shoulder as Konatsu easily bent down and lifted the larger Ukyo into his arms. "Oh, Konatsu?"
The kunoichi turned to look at her. "Yes Miss Akane?"
"The next time you try and spy on us, I'll let Ranma do what ever he feels is needed, understand?"
Konatsu blinked and looked away. "Hai, Akanesama."
Akane grinned. "That means hidding outside the windows too, Konatsu. If you want to see people making love, there are movies and stuff on TV. Make Ukyo buy you a dish or something and you can watch your perverted little heart out."
His entire body now as red as Ranma's hair, Konatsu mumbled a reply and fled to the saftey of Ucchan's, vowing to do his best in the future to make sure and avoid Ranma when was nekofied.
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.
Konatsu Kenzan was feeling rather put out. He had been following the love of his life, Kuonji Ukyo, for most of the day, as was his habit when he was not left to work at her beloved restaurant. And as was her usual habit, she had been discretely trailing after the man she loved, Saotome Ranma.
One would think that being rivals for the affections of the okonomiyaki chef would have made Konatsu and Ranma bitter enemies, but this was not the case. Konatsu held nothing but the deepest respect for Ranma. For both his skills as a warrior and the ease in which he interacted with others in his life. Konatsu's life had not been easy. Raised in ancient clan traditions as a kunoichi, despite being male, he had been taught little about the ways in which people interacted outside of the confines of the strict traditional forms. Even now, more than a year since being freed from virtual slavery to his only remaining family, he still dressed and acted as a traditional Japanese woman. Few indeed, were the people who even knew or remembered that he was in reality a man, not a woman, so effective was his guise.
No, Saotome Ranma was not a rival for his affections. Ranma thought of Ukyo as nothing more than his oldest and dearest friend. Ukyo, like so many others he had met since leaving his family, was deluding herself. Saotome Ranma loved one person and oen person only: Tendo Akane. And she, despite her often violent denials was totally and completely in love with the brash and arrogant youth.
Although, to be fair, Ranma had a right to be brash and arrogant. He was without a doubt one of the greatest martial artists currently living, and with time, he would no doubt grow to be one of the greatest the world had ever seen. Konatsu was no slouch himself, but he had to admit to himself that he was no match for Ranma. He knew that while he might, with enough time and effort, manage to perform some of the feats Ranma could do, Ranma could right now, do anything he could devise simply from observing him perform it once or twice. He had absolutely no doubt in his mind that Ranma withheld the vast majority of his skills when facing his rivals and suitors, not wishing to cause them harm.
From his usual spot in the shadows, he had watched unnoticed as challenger after challenger sought to defeat Ranma. He had noted several times when Ranma had forced himself to reign in his instincts and keep from using his entire force during his almost daily battles. He strongly suspected that even Cologne and Happosai were no longer a serious match against Ranma on a purely skill wise field. Though the pair had a great deal more experience, then the young man and knew techniques that they had yet to demonstrate.
Shaking his head to return his wandering mind to the task at hand, he stealthily started to move forward, making sure to remain hidden in the shadows. Ukyo was going to visit Ranma and Akane, responding once again to rumors that the pair had been seen acting much friendlier towards each other. Konatsu had heard the rumors himself, and after trailing Akane one evening, he had noted the rumors were for once, accurate. Throughout the entire night, he had not seen any sign of the usual behaviour they would use to cover their feelings for each other.
In fact, he had seen them being openly affectionate, holding hands and whispering in each other's ears, causing blushes and hushes. None of the Tendo household made any indication of noting the oddity, though there was a rather triumphant look on the faces of Ranma's mother and Akane's eldest sister. At one point, Ranma had looked in his direction and whispered something into Akane's ear, and the two had put a little distance between themselves, before Akane made a quick exit, followed a minute later by Ranma. As he left the room, Ranma had again looked directly at him and nodded, showing that he had again known all the time that Konatsu had been there.
He had said nothing of his observations to his beloved. He had not wanted to be the one who was responsible for shattering her illusions. He knew that time would be cruel to her love, and dearly wished that he could spare her the pain he knew was coming, but he knew the only way for that to happen was for Ranma to start to love her the way he loved Akane. And that would not happen, even with Akane's death. So for now, he trailed Ukyo as always as she reached to Tendo compound and made her way through the gate, only to freeze in midstride.
Sensing a rush of shock and fear from the object of his adoration, he moved as quickly as he could to her side, only to freeze in place himself as he caught sight of what was happening in the Tendo dojo.
While he had heard of the nekoken, he had not had the chance to witness it himself. And he had never heard of it causing Ranma to prance around naked, chasing an equally naked-and wildly laughing- Akane around the dubious confines of the oft repaired dojo.
"What the hell is going on?" roared Ukyo, catching the attention of the lovers.
Konatsu frowned and suddenly wished he had brought his sword as Ranma's inhuman gaze turned towards them. His entire body pulsed with the sudden urge of danger. He moved in front of Ukyo, desparately seeking to gain her some time to escape.
He was distracted by Akane's shriek for a moment and turned to glance in her direction, only to find himself being slammed into by the muscular body of Ranma Saotome. As he flew back from the shoulder block, he could only feel relieved that NekoRanma had decided to show restraint against the male invading his territory.
Before the darkness overtook him, he only prayed that he would show that same restraint towards the encroaching female.
nekoRanma gave a rolling growl as he playfully chased his mate around their dwelling. He was happier then he had ever been, now that he had finally laid claim to his mate. She too was happier, and took great delight in the games they played, both when his human self was in charge and when he was incharge. She had even learned to enjoy and relax with his female form.
He couldn't remember how he had awoken into control today, but he knew that it had been at his mate's request to his human half. He had awoken to find his mate preparing herself for him and he had gladly moved to mount her, only to have her scurry away, throwing him a look over her shoulder while wagging her shapely behind. Quickly moving towards her again, he had felt a moments irritation as she had again moved away, repeating her entreating gestures.
He caught on and gave a faint growl and whimper, causing her to giggle. He slowly started to stalk towards her, only for her to scamper out of their private cave and into the public den. He had started chasing her, thoughts of mating drifting from his mind as he took in the simple joy and pleasure of playing witrh her with no real threats of violence.
They had been playing for hours. She would occassionally allow him to catch her, and reward his skills by allowing him to mount her. They would rest a few moments afterwards, only to start the chase anew, taking turns chasing each other and pleasuring each other. NekoRanma had been watching the times his human self had mated with her and he had learned as his human self did the many ways he and his mate could pleasure each other.
He was chasing her into the fighting den for a little exercise with their playtime when he felt a shift in the surrounding aura of peace distracted him and he turned to see what had entered their territory. A faint growling began as he caught sight of flaststick cook and girlyboy standing in the entrance to their den. He winced as his sensitive ears were punished by flatstick's shriek of outrage.
He took a step towards the cook but paused as his mate gave a shriek of rage and dashed to hide behind the door of the fighting den. A motion as girlyboy moved in front of flatstick drew his attention and anger took over when the disguised male took a peek at his mate. He leapt forward, slamming his shoulder into the slighter boy and sending him flying out of the gates and slamming into the wall across the street.
Flatstick yammered at him in her annoying voice, and he growled a warning at her, turning away and dismissing her. He trotted back into the fighting den, totally ignoring the dogbitch as she continued to yammer and screech at him. He wanted only to find his mate and make sure she was alright.
He would have continued to ignore her, but his senses detected an incoming attack, and twisted out of the way, lashing out in retaliation and slicing the flatstick into a dozen tiny pieces. He gave a hiss of warning to the dogbitch and again turned to search for his mate, when the foolish female made a huge mistake. She reached out and grabbed his shoulder.
He turned slowly and swiped at her, extending his claws just enough to draw a thin line of blood. She seemed startled and reacted instinctively, hitting him several times. Deciding that he was tired of the dogbitch and it was time to put an end to her interference, he swung a paw, connecting with her midsection and sending her backwards several feet to fall on her butt.
He rose to his full height on his four paws and allowed his aura to shine outwards. He released a roar and slashed his paws at her feet. Luckily for her, she had enough sense to draw her feet away, allowing her to keep them attached to her legs.
He would have pressed his attack, but he stopped as the other male appeared between them, arms outwide and head bowed. Confused he paused his attack long enough for his mate to reappear, once again wearing the false furs she wore to protect her from the prying eyes of others. She moved in front of him, placing a restraining hand on his tense shoulder. She was muttering soothing sounds low in her throat, stroaking his head in a calming manner. She was speaking again, but he was too angry at the intrusion to even attempt and reach within for his human self's understanding of her words. Besides, her actions spoke for her. She wished him to let the rivals live, even after their untimely interuption and unwanted observation of their playtime.
Deciding to allow his mate to deal with the pair, he gave a couple of warning roars and trotted inside. The fake pond inside was filled with fresh water and would be able to give control back over to his human self. This time, he would let them live, but next time. . . next time they would die.
Konatsu looked up as he heard Ranma roar, fully expecting to be meeting his ancestors sometime soon. He was surprised to see Ranma's backend disappearing into the house while Akane was glaring at him and Ukyo, her clenched hands resting on her hips. For the first time, he could understand Ranma's reaction to Akane's glare. "Miss Akane? You have stopped Mister Ranma?"
Akane's glare lightened a fraction as she swung it in his direction. "Konatsu, I didn't do it for you, or for Ukyo. I did it because no matter what, Ranma is not a killer. He would never forgive himself if he had seriously injured either of you just because you walked in on us when we were . . . involved."
Konatsu blushed, remembering that the sight that had greeted their eyes when he and Ukyo had entered the Tendo compound. "I am very sorry for that, Miss Akane. Ukyo-sama had heard several students talking about how close you and Ranmasan had been lately. She wanted to see for herself if the rumors were true." Konatsu's blush deepened, heightening the image of a girl on the threshold of woman hood. "It seems they were not. You are much closer than the rumors state."
Akane blushed. "Look, Konatsu, what Ranma and I do is none of your or anyone elses concern. He is my fiancee and I . . . I love him. And he, he loves me." She glanced at Ukyo, who was still dazed, her eyes glazed over. She seemed to be mumbling something under her breath, but neither of them could make out what she was saying.
"Take her home, Konatsu, and make sure she doesn't do anything stupid. I'm going to go and see if Ranma's human again." She made her way to the entrance and paused, looking over her shoulder as Konatsu easily bent down and lifted the larger Ukyo into his arms. "Oh, Konatsu?"
The kunoichi turned to look at her. "Yes Miss Akane?"
"The next time you try and spy on us, I'll let Ranma do what ever he feels is needed, understand?"
Konatsu blinked and looked away. "Hai, Akanesama."
Akane grinned. "That means hidding outside the windows too, Konatsu. If you want to see people making love, there are movies and stuff on TV. Make Ukyo buy you a dish or something and you can watch your perverted little heart out."
His entire body now as red as Ranma's hair, Konatsu mumbled a reply and fled to the saftey of Ucchan's, vowing to do his best in the future to make sure and avoid Ranma when was nekofied.