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Chapter 3: I am Cat, I am Girl

Neko’s ears twitched as the sound of gunfire below drew her attention. With a hard angle into a dive she rocketed toward the alleyway. Two figures hid in the darkness but she saw them clear as day with her crimson eyes. Drawing her pupils into daggers she hovers a few inches in the space between the figures. The one behind her was bleeding from a wound to the shoulder, the smell of gun power still in the air from the smoking gun.

“Drop it, or I drop you.” Neko growled.

The thug fired, screaming hot death flew toward Neko faster then the eye could track. It smashed into her pelt, shifting a few strands around before it flattened like a penny on the railroad tracks, its gunpowder detonating harmlessly against the crimson fur.

“That was a bad move.” Neko growled as she flashed toward the gun man. He had barely blinked before her hot breath was on his face. In the dim light of the night he swore he saw a monster in that fraction of a second she was there. The sound of rent metal was the next sound the thug heard as the gun seemed to explode in the vigilante’s grip. Sharp black claws piercing the steel like paper and dropping the scraps of metal at his feet.

He blinked a second time in disbelieve and she was gone! On the third blink he saw the creature rending a steel trash box into slivers of metal that were soon binding him.

The wind screamed in his ears as he felt his body crush against soft flesh and hard fur, opposite him in the creatures other arms was the girl he had tried to mug. Before he had got the bugs out of his teeth they had landed at the hospital, Paramedics were swarming out and toward the girl and police toward him. And the creature, the devil in the red body armor and Halloween mask who looked like a reject from a comic book convention. She was gone.

Neko rose into the clouds taking in a cleansing breath. “That felt good. But the night is still young.”

Neko sniffed the air, an enticing scent coming to her nose, Neko smiled, and left behind only a jet stream.

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Drathan watched, idly spinning a memory crystal in one hand. This costume had completely subsumed the identity of the girl and yet the girl’s desire to be this…thing must have been intense that even subsumed by Neko the girl produced enough energy to fuel it that within an hour of the merge the abilities of Neko were at there peek with no signs of weakness.

What worried Drathan was that this Neko persona was crafted in the image of the hero, of the spotlight. How would the suit rectify that with the spells in place to conceal his magic from the town.

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Dawn broke and Neko, and her newfound tiger companion sat atop Nala’s roof looking at the rising sun. Giving the large creature a stroke along its back she set the creature off into the wilds near Nala’s house, her voice a low whisper of feline grows and mewls.

[You keep a low profile ok? I’ll come back and join back up with you when I can.]

[Why must you go?] The tiger demanded fiercely.

[Because I must come to terms with the human whose body I share. Now go, and be cautious.]

The tiger nodded as Neko watched it vanish into the green. Lifting herself to the window she slipped silently inside. Slipping into a corner of the room she curled up into a ball and began to demerge with Nala. A seem formed at mid calf as the flesh under disconnected from the fur and returned to its original shape. Slipping themselves off the all two human feet that were connected to the all too inhuman legs of the Neko. Next up a slit traced her waist as well as just below her tail as the pants of the suit worked their way off of Nala. Flesh pulled array from fur and returned to its original shape as the pants slid away leaving behind just the tail still attacked.

Nala groaned, stirred, as she began to wake from her slumber, her mind only in partial awareness of the strange feeling of her body. A body she lacked any control of. As if in a final farewell the claws in her fingers slid in and out once, then twice before her hands tortured from its pudgy and paw like form to the more delicate digits of a girl. Her tail thumped rhythmically as Neko continued to fade and Nala found her mind more and more her own. The shirt loosened, the flesh under shifting and settling as it came loose and with it Nala’s mind was almost fully aware. With only the head gear and tail left she looked around her room still unable to move.

{Get the hell off me!} She shouted in her mind.

[In a moment.] Neko voice in her head fading. [Before we finish the procedure we will talk. And until we finish I will not release my hold on our body.]

{Our body, this is my body, you have no claim to it.}

[Deep in the back of you mind I have always been there. Now that I am free I will not return to the void. But I can not in good conscious condemn you to the void and usurp your life.]

{Damn straight!} Nala’s mind shouted.

[Now listen, this suit, its magic, and that magic need fuel. You’re desires in that fuel and your desire to be me, to be Neko is a potent force. I will not let you reject me. I will not return to the void.]

Nala hissed {Screw your void, the Real Neko is nothing like you, the Real Neko would not do what you would do.}

[The real Neko, the one you created in your mind, is a survivor. She would do what she would need to live.]

{She will still live, where she belongs, in my head!}

[And how did you enjoy that, how did you enjoy living in the back of my head for the night.]

Nala paused, a retort right on the tip of her tongue but she couldn’t do it. Her body sighed heavily. {You have not right to claim ownership of my body. I’m the one who suffered birth, infancy, and growing up. I’m the one who created a life out of what god sent my way. You can just sweep in and take my body now that it’s ripe for you and discard me, it’s not….}

[Fair.]

Nala paused, {R…Right, not fair.}

[Is it fair that I vanish into the abyss then because I was never born. Is it fair I can know life but never experience it. That that is fair?]

{N…No} Nala stammered.

[Alright then, let us discuss terms.]

{Get off my body first!} Nala railed indignantly

[Fair enough.]

Nala felt her bones crack and shift as the mask pulled away, soon settling at her feet with the rest of the suit as she sat up. Her tail swished behind her and after a moment she reached and felt for her ears. There they were large and angled much higher on her head. The twitched at the touch. She growled and her tongue ran over her lengthened canines.

{The ears, tail, teeth eyes too.}

[No, there needs to be enough of me to have some presence in your mind.]

Nala found herself absently stroking the fur of one of the gloves, apart of her feeling incomplete ad drawing strength from the contact even as it drew strength from her.

{When we come to terms then will you leave me, completely?}

[Mostly…]

{Mostly?}

[Depending on your terms I may be willing to part with two or three more pieces but the ears will remain.]

Nala stroked the inside of the large red ears in thought, feeling the fur and the war flesh underneath. {Ok, I can live with the ears.]

[Good, we have much to discuss.]

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Chapter 3: I am Cat, I am Girl

Neko’s ears twitched as the sound of gunfire below drew her attention. With a hard angle into a dive she rocketed toward the alleyway. Two figures hid in the darkness but she saw them clear as day with her crimson eyes. Drawing her pupils into daggers she hovers a few inches in the space between the figures. The one behind her was bleeding from a wound to the shoulder, the smell of gun power still in the air from the smoking gun.

“Drop it, or I drop you.” Neko growled.

The thug fired, screaming hot death flew toward Neko faster then the eye could track. It smashed into her pelt, shifting a few strands around before it flattened like a penny on the railroad tracks, its gunpowder detonating harmlessly against the crimson fur.

“That was a bad move.” Neko growled as she flashed toward the gun man. He had barely blinked before her hot breath was on his face. In the dim light of the night he swore he saw a monster in that fraction of a second she was there. The sound of rent metal was the next sound the thug heard as the gun seemed to explode in the vigilante’s grip. Sharp black claws piercing the steel like paper and dropping the scraps of metal at his feet.

He blinked a second time in disbelieve and she was gone! On the third blink he saw the creature rending a steel trash box into slivers of metal that were soon binding him.

The wind screamed in his ears as he felt his body crush against soft flesh and hard fur, opposite him in the creatures other arms was the girl he had tried to mug. Before he had got the bugs out of his teeth they had landed at the hospital, Paramedics were swarming out and toward the girl and police toward him. And the creature, the devil in the red body armor and Halloween mask who looked like a reject from a comic book convention. She was gone.

Neko rose into the clouds taking in a cleansing breath. “That felt good. But the night is still young.”

Neko sniffed the air, an enticing scent coming to her nose, Neko smiled, and left behind only a jet stream.

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Drathan watched, idly spinning a memory crystal in one hand. This costume had completely subsumed the identity of the girl and yet the girl’s desire to be this…thing must have been intense that even subsumed by Neko the girl produced enough energy to fuel it that within an hour of the merge the abilities of Neko were at there peek with no signs of weakness.

What worried Drathan was that this Neko persona was crafted in the image of the hero, of the spotlight. How would the suit rectify that with the spells in place to conceal his magic from the town.

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Dawn broke and Neko, and her newfound tiger companion sat atop Nala’s roof looking at the rising sun. Giving the large creature a stroke along its back she set the creature off into the wilds near Nala’s house, her voice a low whisper of feline grows and mewls.

[You keep a low profile ok? I’ll come back and join back up with you when I can.]

[Why must you go?] The tiger demanded fiercely.

[Because I must come to terms with the human whose body I share. Now go, and be cautious.]

The tiger nodded as Neko watched it vanish into the green. Lifting herself to the window she slipped silently inside. Slipping into a corner of the room she curled up into a ball and began to demerge with Nala. A seem formed at mid calf as the flesh under disconnected from the fur and returned to its original shape. Slipping themselves off the all two human feet that were connected to the all too inhuman legs of the Neko. Next up a slit traced her waist as well as just below her tail as the pants of the suit worked their way off of Nala. Flesh pulled array from fur and returned to its original shape as the pants slid away leaving behind just the tail still attacked.

Nala groaned, stirred, as she began to wake from her slumber, her mind only in partial awareness of the strange feeling of her body. A body she lacked any control of. As if in a final farewell the claws in her fingers slid in and out once, then twice before her hands tortured from its pudgy and paw like form to the more delicate digits of a girl. Her tail thumped rhythmically as Neko continued to fade and Nala found her mind more and more her own. The shirt loosened, the flesh under shifting and settling as it came loose and with it Nala’s mind was almost fully aware. With only the head gear and tail left she looked around her room still unable to move.

{Get the hell off me!} She shouted in her mind.

[In a moment.] Neko voice in her head fading. [Before we finish the procedure we will talk. And until we finish I will not release my hold on our body.]

{Our body, this is my body, you have no claim to it.}

[Deep in the back of you mind I have always been there. Now that I am free I will not return to the void. But I can not in good conscious condemn you to the void and usurp your life.]

{Damn straight!} Nala’s mind shouted.

[Now listen, this suit, its magic, and that magic need fuel. You’re desires in that fuel and your desire to be me, to be Neko is a potent force. I will not let you reject me. I will not return to the void.]

Nala hissed {Screw your void, the Real Neko is nothing like you, the Real Neko would not do what you would do.}

[The real Neko, the one you created in your mind, is a survivor. She would do what she would need to live.]

{She will still live, where she belongs, in my head!}

[And how did you enjoy that, how did you enjoy living in the back of my head for the night.]

Nala paused, a retort right on the tip of her tongue but she couldn’t do it. Her body sighed heavily. {You have not right to claim ownership of my body. I’m the one who suffered birth, infancy, and growing up. I’m the one who created a life out of what god sent my way. You can just sweep in and take my body now that it’s ripe for you and discard me, it’s not….}

[Fair.]

Nala paused, {R…Right, not fair.}

[Is it fair that I vanish into the abyss then because I was never born. Is it fair I can know life but never experience it. That that is fair?]

{N…No} Nala stammered.

[Alright then, let us discuss terms.]

{Get off my body first!} Nala railed indignantly

[Fair enough.]

Nala felt her bones crack and shift as the mask pulled away, soon settling at her feet with the rest of the suit as she sat up. Her tail swished behind her and after a moment she reached and felt for her ears. There they were large and angled much higher on her head. The twitched at the touch. She growled and her tongue ran over her lengthened canines.

{The ears, tail, teeth eyes too.}

[No, there needs to be enough of me to have some presence in your mind.]

Nala found herself absently stroking the fur of one of the gloves, apart of her feeling incomplete ad drawing strength from the contact even as it drew strength from her.

{When we come to terms then will you leave me, completely?}

[Mostly…]

{Mostly?}

[Depending on your terms I may be willing to part with two or three more pieces but the ears will remain.]

Nala stroked the inside of the large red ears in thought, feeling the fur and the war flesh underneath. {Ok, I can live with the ears.]

[Good, we have much to discuss.]