Happosai shook his head as he placed Ranma-pon back into the body. He was really hoping to place her in Nabiki. After all, shouldn’t they allow a small old man some fun.
As he finished, he noted that Ranma was beginning to stir, rolling back onto her back. Happosai decided to press his advantage, hoping that the little display would ensure Ranma-pon would learn her place. “So then, dearie, what have you learned?”
“Meow.”
“Come now, girl. That won’t work twice.”
It was the growl coming from Ranma that made the old pervert jump back, keeping him from being sliced to pieces by the two foot ki claws from Ranma’s hands. Instead, he got several deep scratches across his chest.
He looked towards the girl, to see Ranma on all fours, her left hand raised with the claws still out, growling like the pissed of cat she was.
Neko-Ranma was pissed. This was not the Mistress who helped it! This was the stupid lame tom who constantly taunted Neko. This was the one who upset the Mistress. Knocking Ranma-pon out of control, it could accept. After all, that cat seemed to always be in heat. But this fool had the audacity to threaten the Mistress, and no one did that.
Neko’s growl became deeper, shifting from the sound of an alley cat to one of a panther or cougar.
Happosai knew he was in trouble. While still drugged, he knew Neko was even more dangerous, and unlike Ranma-kun or Ranma-chan, had no qualms about ending his life. “N...n...nice kitty. You wouldn’t hurt a poor old man, would you?”
Neko answered by leaping at the pest, intent on finishing him off...for good.
Happosai avoided the charge, managing to catch the sight of Genma’s backpack being sliced into pieces. The old pervert knew he needed to get away, as Neko would not follow in its current condition. He leapt out the window, vowing to come back.
His vows were met with multiple vacuum blades passing around him, making several deep gashes in his body. The old letch knew of only one person who might help him now, and made his way to see Cologne, hoping a few Amazon treasures being returned and news of Nabiki’s plan might allow him to regain use of the muscles the blades had cut.
Neko walked away from the window, meowing slightly. The strange thing stuck in it had not come loose, and it had hampered it’s movements slightly. It made its way back to the futon it had been lying on before, and continued to mew slightly, hoping the Mistress would return.
Neko was a little sad at how things were going. It didn’t mind its existence. After all, Nabiki did let it come out, and Ranma-chan always played with it when they weren’t in control. If Ranma-kun could just stop being afraid of it, maybe they would get along as well.
It was Ranma-pon that confused it. The kitten seemed to always be in heat, and was not shy of seeking satisfaction from Neko. Not like Mistress. Mistress loves Neko.
“Ranma!”
Neko raised its head, meowing happily at the sight of both the Mistress and the Food giver.
Nabiki ran over to Ranma, embracing her. “Neko, thank the heavens!” Neko licked her face as the tears began to fall from Nabiki’s eyes. In the moments it had taken her to get Kasumi and Sasuke, she was afraid that it was a moment she would lose her loves forever. She pulled away for a moment. “Neko, is Ranma-pon still in you?”
Neko nodded. It understood they were all needed, so it was okay to talk about the demanding kitten.
“And the others?”
Neko rolled its eyes back slightly, letting Nabiki know they were still inside.
Nabiki sighed. “Neko, when Ranma-chan returns, please let her speak to me.”
“Meow.”
“By the way, are you...okay with what I’m doing? I know you know why, but...are you okay with it?”
Neko did understand all too well. The older cat was trying to destroy them, remake their world into something none wanted, even the demanding kitten. It nodded before licking the Mistress’s lips, and pulling back, finding a weird taste on them. Maybe Mistress has been cleaning herself?
Nabiki laughed a little as she began to pet Neko, glad that the kitty was still in love with her.
But they both were shocked when Kasumi came up and ran her finger along Ranma’s stuff crotch, getting a sample of the two forms’ combined fluids, before sticking it in her mouth. “Oh, I so hate it when it’s not fresh...but the taste is still good.”
Neko just sighed and resumed rubbing its head along Nabiki's stomach. Humans are so weird.
Fri Jul 22 02:09:45 2005
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