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The convention was quite a large one, as it seemed almost every major anime, along with comics and games, was represented well. Aiko pushed ahead of her friends as she fought against a large crowd of people going in the opposite direction. Apparently a panel discussion had just let out about the upcoming superhero movie. She could hear her friends, who were lagging behind, talking about it. For Aiko though, it didn’t look appealing at all. Why would anyone want to see another Hellboy movie? He’s a second-rate hero in just about everyone’s mind!

After finally weathering the flood of people, AIko popped out in front of a decent-sized booth with three workers behind it. Aiko stepped toward one of the workers and blushed. Due to her height, it was common for Aiko to only come up to a person’s chest. This was no exception, however the chest she was eye level with happened to be enormous. Looking up over the vast cleavage, Aiko’s eyes bulged as she stared into the deep blue eyes of what appeared to be an exact clone of Rangiku Matsumoto from the anime Bleach. She had blond hair, the beauty mark, and the shihakushō robes. “Hey there cutie, want to sign up for the contest?”

Aiko’s mouth dropped open. The woman even sounded like Rangiku! “Contest? What contest?”

The worker giggled and bent over to pick up a piece of paper. Aiko was standing far too close to the table however and ended up with her nose in between Rangiku’s breasts. The worker let out a small gasp, while Aiko hurriedly shifted backward. The end result was the diminutive twindrill-haired Aiko landing on her backside and staring up. Brushing off her frilly dress, Aiko cleared her throat. “I don’t think I look like anyone from Bleach. Why would I join the cosplay contest?”

Rangiku curled her finger while pursing her lips together. Aiko inched forward slowly as the busty worker’s blue eyes seemed to be calling to her. When Aiko was close enough, Rangiku quickly attached a collar with a large gold bell onto Aiko’s neck. “Hey! What’s the big idea?!”

The busty blond flipped her hair and winked. “What can I say? I like you! Especially your hair. It’s so cute! Now, the contest is in an hour. Don’t be late!”

Aiko brought her hands up to take the collar off while rolling her eyes at the little jingle the bell was making. “Listen lady, I don’t know why you did this but I want it off!”

One of Aiko’s friends tapped her on the shoulder. “Who are you talking to? Cute bell!”

Brow furrowed, Aiko turned to face the booth only to be staring at a wall. “I… I mean… ugh, let’s just go. I’m starving and I believe you owe me pocky.”

For the first thirty or so steps, Aiko became more annoyed as the bell made the faintest of jingles. Even when she tried to keep her upper body rigid, the jingle would happen. After a few more steps, Aiko’s expression softened a bit. The jingling wasn’t THAT bad. Maybe she was overreacting a little. When she felt the back of her dress move unnaturally, she spun around. “Did you see the jerk that was trying to touch my butt?”

The two friends looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders. “We’re right behind you and no one touched you Aiko. Maybe it got caught on something?”

Before Aiko could say anything, she felt her dress move again and spun around so fast the bell jingled loudly. “Come on! I want my Pocky! Hurry up!”

Aiko increased the speed of her walk but immediately regretted it. For one, her boots felt usually tight making her wince softly with each step. For two, her body seemed to be reacting oddly to her dress. She was getting really hot and itchy! Not wanting to show any sign of discomfort, Aiko pressed on, ignoring the fact that her dress was constantly swishing back and forth in the back. Upon reaching the food area, Aiko’s lifted her arm up and grabbed a package of Pocky but quickly dropped it on the floor. Quizzically, she inspected her hand. Something was off about it. Were her nails a little longer? Her fingers, were they a little shorter? Before she could process what she was seeing, a scent hit Aiko’s nose. Something smelled heavenly and it was coming from a little food cart over eighty feet away. “Geez Aiko, couldn’t you slow down a bit? For a shorty you walk ridiculously fast! Where’d you get those cute pink kitty ears? They match your hair perfectly!”

As her friend spoke, Aiko cringed. “Why are you shouting at me! Can’t nyuu see I’m right in front of nyuuu? Forget about the Pocky, I want whatever’s on that cart! Come on!”

This time, Aiko’s first two steps resulted in her adorable platform boots shredding at the seams. She could not be bothered with that right now as the smell was growing stronger and stronger. Aiko wasn’t just walking any longer, she was sprinting. Never having been overly athletic, it took Aiko by surprise. Quickly dodging between people, a sly smile crept over her face. The bell ringing was so satisfying and it rang harder as Aiko expertly danced between, around, and under people. Her friends could only try to keep up. “She’s going too fast. Here, get up on my shoulders. Maybe that way, we can see where she’s at.”

Nodding, he hopped up just in time to see Aiko leap in the air. “Dude! She landed face-first into the food stand! We gotta get up there right now!”

The two sped forward, actually running into many people along the way. The owner of the stand was screaming loudly and calling for security. As the two stopped in front of the cart, two things popped out to them right away. First, Aiko was head-first into a fish and chips stand, which was odd being as Aiko wasn’t the biggest fan of seafood. Second, her feet were pink, pawed, clawed, and furry all the way up to her knees. One friend tried to pull Aiko out of the stand but found himself yelling out as a long, pink tail whipped at his face and body. Working in tandem, one friend grabbed each leg and pulled hard. “Nya! Why’d you do that nya? I was soooo hungry!”

Aiko’s dressed looked dirty and disheveled while she licked her furry, pawed hand. “Umm, Aiko? Your dress is…”

“Who made me wear clothing anyway?! This dress just isn’t my style nya!”

Using her claws, Aiko shredded her dress with ease making everyone around her stop and stare. It was clear that whatever altered Aiko into a cat girl had also made other changed. Her hips, usually a bit on the narrow side, were wider and beautifully shaped. She’d always had a nice backside but now, it really popped out. Perhaps it was the tail swinging above it, or the layer of fur covering it? Aiko’s lower body was amazing, but her two friends, along with every male convention-goer’s eyes settled on her chest. Generally the dress showed exactly the kind of chest Aiko had; which was no real chest at all. Now however, they bounced and jiggled right along with her bell as she bounced from paw to paw. “What time is it nya? One! I need to get to the cosplay contest! My friends will cover the bill nya!”

Aiko stretched, drawing many oohs and aahs before she bounded away, actually leaping over several people along the way. Arriving at the contest, Aiko’s eyes widened as she saw several large, muscular men waiting to take the stage. Licking her feline teeth, Aiko walked in between them, making sure to rub her bubbly backside or generous chest on each. “Mmmm, how about after we get our turn I take you back behind the stage and see how much… spirit energy you have.”

The six men each pointed to themselves, wondering who the neko was talking to. Grinning devilishly, Aiko brushed her tail across each of the men’s groin area. “Yes. All of the above!”

Aiko was first on the stage and drew many catcalls and whistles. Once finished she shook her ample backside once more and slipped behind the curtain. As each male participant finished their turn, they followed Aiko into a back room. Of course, there were other female participants as well giving Aiko plenty of time to check each man to see how much spirit energy they possessed. It wasn’t until the last participant, a slightly older man (and by old I mean in his early 40’s) dressed as Kenpachi Zaraki. He had the swagger, and the body. Upon exiting the stage he bend down, taking Aiko by the paw. “How about I test your spirit energy for a change?”

Aiko’s pupils became so large, you couldn’t see the white in her eyes any longer. Big, strong, handsome, viril, and a gentleman? She leapt onto his back and nibbled softly on his neck. “Screw the contest, show me what you got!”

Kenpachi slid his finger under her collar, rubbing softly. The sensual purr Aiko made was enough to the muscular Kenpachi to know he had the neko wrapped around his finger. “By the time I’m finished with you Aineko, you’ll be crawling around not because of your race, but due to lack of feeling in those long sexy legs of yours.

Aiko bit her lip so hard, a small trickle of blood ran down her chin. This was the perfect mate.

Description

Commission done for

The artwork was done by the supremely talented

Caption done by yours truly

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If the text is too difficult to read, here it is:

The convention was quite a large one, as it seemed almost every major anime, along with comics and games, was represented well. Aiko pushed ahead of her friends as she fought against a large crowd of people going in the opposite direction. Apparently a panel discussion had just let out about the upcoming superhero movie. She could hear her friends, who were lagging behind, talking about it. For Aiko though, it didn’t look appealing at all. Why would anyone want to see another Hellboy movie? He’s a second-rate hero in just about everyone’s mind!

After finally weathering the flood of people, AIko popped out in front of a decent-sized booth with three workers behind it. Aiko stepped toward one of the workers and blushed. Due to her height, it was common for Aiko to only come up to a person’s chest. This was no exception, however the chest she was eye level with happened to be enormous. Looking up over the vast cleavage, Aiko’s eyes bulged as she stared into the deep blue eyes of what appeared to be an exact clone of Rangiku Matsumoto from the anime Bleach. She had blond hair, the beauty mark, and the shihakushō robes. “Hey there cutie, want to sign up for the contest?”

Aiko’s mouth dropped open. The woman even sounded like Rangiku! “Contest? What contest?”

The worker giggled and bent over to pick up a piece of paper. Aiko was standing far too close to the table however and ended up with her nose in between Rangiku’s breasts. The worker let out a small gasp, while Aiko hurriedly shifted backward. The end result was the diminutive twindrill-haired Aiko landing on her backside and staring up. Brushing off her frilly dress, Aiko cleared her throat. “I don’t think I look like anyone from Bleach. Why would I join the cosplay contest?”

Rangiku curled her finger while pursing her lips together. Aiko inched forward slowly as the busty worker’s blue eyes seemed to be calling to her. When Aiko was close enough, Rangiku quickly attached a collar with a large gold bell onto Aiko’s neck. “Hey! What’s the big idea?!”

The busty blond flipped her hair and winked. “What can I say? I like you! Especially your hair. It’s so cute! Now, the contest is in an hour. Don’t be late!”

Aiko brought her hands up to take the collar off while rolling her eyes at the little jingle the bell was making. “Listen lady, I don’t know why you did this but I want it off!”

One of Aiko’s friends tapped her on the shoulder. “Who are you talking to? Cute bell!”

Brow furrowed, Aiko turned to face the booth only to be staring at a wall. “I… I mean… ugh, let’s just go. I’m starving and I believe you owe me pocky.”

For the first thirty or so steps, Aiko became more annoyed as the bell made the faintest of jingles. Even when she tried to keep her upper body rigid, the jingle would happen. After a few more steps, Aiko’s expression softened a bit. The jingling wasn’t THAT bad. Maybe she was overreacting a little. When she felt the back of her dress move unnaturally, she spun around. “Did you see the jerk that was trying to touch my butt?”

The two friends looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders. “We’re right behind you and no one touched you Aiko. Maybe it got caught on something?”

Before Aiko could say anything, she felt her dress move again and spun around so fast the bell jingled loudly. “Come on! I want my Pocky! Hurry up!”

Aiko increased the speed of her walk but immediately regretted it. For one, her boots felt usually tight making her wince softly with each step. For two, her body seemed to be reacting oddly to her dress. She was getting really hot and itchy! Not wanting to show any sign of discomfort, Aiko pressed on, ignoring the fact that her dress was constantly swishing back and forth in the back. Upon reaching the food area, Aiko’s lifted her arm up and grabbed a package of Pocky but quickly dropped it on the floor. Quizzically, she inspected her hand. Something was off about it. Were her nails a little longer? Her fingers, were they a little shorter? Before she could process what she was seeing, a scent hit Aiko’s nose. Something smelled heavenly and it was coming from a little food cart over eighty feet away. “Geez Aiko, couldn’t you slow down a bit? For a shorty you walk ridiculously fast! Where’d you get those cute pink kitty ears? They match your hair perfectly!”

As her friend spoke, Aiko cringed. “Why are you shouting at me! Can’t nyuu see I’m right in front of nyuuu? Forget about the Pocky, I want whatever’s on that cart! Come on!”

This time, Aiko’s first two steps resulted in her adorable platform boots shredding at the seams. She could not be bothered with that right now as the smell was growing stronger and stronger. Aiko wasn’t just walking any longer, she was sprinting. Never having been overly athletic, it took Aiko by surprise. Quickly dodging between people, a sly smile crept over her face. The bell ringing was so satisfying and it rang harder as Aiko expertly danced between, around, and under people. Her friends could only try to keep up. “She’s going too fast. Here, get up on my shoulders. Maybe that way, we can see where she’s at.”

Nodding, he hopped up just in time to see Aiko leap in the air. “Dude! She landed face-first into the food stand! We gotta get up there right now!”

The two sped forward, actually running into many people along the way. The owner of the stand was screaming loudly and calling for security. As the two stopped in front of the cart, two things popped out to them right away. First, Aiko was head-first into a fish and chips stand, which was odd being as Aiko wasn’t the biggest fan of seafood. Second, her feet were pink, pawed, clawed, and furry all the way up to her knees. One friend tried to pull Aiko out of the stand but found himself yelling out as a long, pink tail whipped at his face and body. Working in tandem, one friend grabbed each leg and pulled hard. “Nya! Why’d you do that nya? I was soooo hungry!”

Aiko’s dressed looked dirty and disheveled while she licked her furry, pawed hand. “Umm, Aiko? Your dress is…”

“Who made me wear clothing anyway?! This dress just isn’t my style nya!”

Using her claws, Aiko shredded her dress with ease making everyone around her stop and stare. It was clear that whatever altered Aiko into a cat girl had also made other changed. Her hips, usually a bit on the narrow side, were wider and beautifully shaped. She’d always had a nice backside but now, it really popped out. Perhaps it was the tail swinging above it, or the layer of fur covering it? Aiko’s lower body was amazing, but her two friends, along with every male convention-goer’s eyes settled on her chest. Generally the dress showed exactly the kind of chest Aiko had; which was no real chest at all. Now however, they bounced and jiggled right along with her bell as she bounced from paw to paw. “What time is it nya? One! I need to get to the cosplay contest! My friends will cover the bill nya!”

Aiko stretched, drawing many oohs and aahs before she bounded away, actually leaping over several people along the way. Arriving at the contest, Aiko’s eyes widened as she saw several large, muscular men waiting to take the stage. Licking her feline teeth, Aiko walked in between them, making sure to rub her bubbly backside or generous chest on each. “Mmmm, how about after we get our turn I take you back behind the stage and see how much… spirit energy you have.”

The six men each pointed to themselves, wondering who the neko was talking to. Grinning devilishly, Aiko brushed her tail across each of the men’s groin area. “Yes. All of the above!”

Aiko was first on the stage and drew many catcalls and whistles. Once finished she shook her ample backside once more and slipped behind the curtain. As each male participant finished their turn, they followed Aiko into a back room. Of course, there were other female participants as well giving Aiko plenty of time to check each man to see how much spirit energy they possessed. It wasn’t until the last participant, a slightly older man (and by old I mean in his early 40’s) dressed as Kenpachi Zaraki. He had the swagger, and the body. Upon exiting the stage he bend down, taking Aiko by the paw. “How about I test your spirit energy for a change?”

Aiko’s pupils became so large, you couldn’t see the white in her eyes any longer. Big, strong, handsome, viril, and a gentleman? She leapt onto his back and nibbled softly on his neck. “Screw the contest, show me what you got!”

Kenpachi slid his finger under her collar, rubbing softly. The sensual purr Aiko made was enough to the muscular Kenpachi to know he had the neko wrapped around his finger. “By the time I’m finished with you Aineko, you’ll be crawling around not because of your race, but due to lack of feeling in those long sexy legs of yours.

Aiko bit her lip so hard, a small trickle of blood ran down her chin. This was the perfect mate.