Ranma Fanfiction: The Neko and Ms tendo

The Neko and Ms Tendo

open on dojo scene of tendo sisters, nodoka, and ranma awaiting challenge by 'the nekoken master'. The neko master arrives, japanese man in leather, well tanned, lithe muscled, mustash, whip, think spanish don juan. With him are two girls like him, fan girls and a bunch of cats which terify ranma.

Akane takes the challenge, the perverted neko master using his whip and some basic cat moves to strip her of some clothes, but he is obviously not in a cat mind. Ranma grabs the cats and turns neko, beating guy, driving off cats. the two fan girls try to seduce him, even get his pants down enough he rips them off to not hinder movement. He drives girls off then turns on akane and kisses her, and obviously wants more, akane stopping with a hand job, kisses, and the occasional crack of the whip.

That night...

Nodoka looked at her son one last time before laying her head back on the pillow beside her husbands and trying to sleep.

Beneith Ranma's closed eyelid, flutters of movement gave away the images bombarding his mind he entered REM sleep. Lower down, his blanket began to tent up as his body reacted. Suddenly his eyes flicked open.

“Meow.”



Akane shivered slightly as she awoke, beleiving she had kicked her thin blanket off her in her tossing and turning.

A nudging at her arm by warm skin made her reluctantly turn over, eyes snapping open as hot breath washed over her face.

“Ranma?” she asked startled in the dark room, tembling at his reply.

“Meow.”

The inquisitive cat sound heralded a paw on her hip, pulling her towards him as his tongue licked across her chin and lips.

“Ranma, stop! Bad Kitty!” Akane hissed, trying to stall as his paw pushed on her chest through her night gown, her skin reacting so fast her breath caught.

Glancing down she could just make outsome pale flesh sticking out from below his signlet, his only clothing as his manhood pointed at her.

Almost without thought her hand wraped his length, fingers not able to copletely close around the iron hard super hot flesh inside the soft skin.

With a growled sigh, Ranma slowly pushed his hips in to make her grip stroke him, acompanied by the idle tearing open of her nightgown exposing her chest to the air.

“Ranma, stop!” she hissed again, failing to get his attention but unwilling to raise her voice to a commanding shout lest it attract her father and his lest they find them like this or find out what happened in the dojo.

Awkwardly Ranma bent his frame, legs bent into her grip, his face finding its way to her chest, first lick finding her nipple, his lips wrapping around it to suckle in a way that rolled Akane's eyes with pleasure.

Trying to think, Akane lifted his face from her chest, pulling him closer by his hardened shaft, closer to her chest to keep him from trying to lick her there again.

Neko-Ranma believed differently in Akane's intent, purring happily as he climbed up, his front paws on the wall to bring his manhood to his mates pink lips.

Akane's eyes went wide as Ranma changed his actions, going with her then way past her her goal, finding his manhood near her face, her eyes nearly crossing trying to focus on the wide head, her embarrassment wanting it out of sight as she pressed her lips to it.

A long cat moan from Ranma made Akane flush, embarrised but thrilled at his reaction, her hand holding his hip back from trying to push into her mouth, slowing him enough to start working his shaft with both hands, her pink tongue gliding over the rough head at her lips.