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Holy mother of the fanfics, your works are SOOOO AMAZING!!! I was rereading all of they and... Fuck, GIMME MORE CAT! ICHIGO!!! I need this with adiucha form Grimmjow. If you give me this, I can die in peace, really, because all of my desires will be done. And I said I love your write/characterization style? Because I love this with all of my strength. Sorry for the bad english, by the way. I'm very out of pratice 😅

ahhh, thank you so much! i was feeling a bit directionless today, so uh...here everyone, have a little self-indulgent furry addendum to cat scratch fever 🤷‍♀️

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“Are you finished yet?” Ichigo called through the door, kneading the tatami with his paws. “It’s been ten whole minutes. If you got it wrong, it’s okay. I messed it up the first few times too. Do you have cat ears? Please tell me you have cat ears.”

“Fuck off,” Grimmjow grumbled from inside the room. “I didn’t get it wrong...exactly. Is Kisuke there?”

“You don’t honestly think I’d miss this, do you?” Urahara said merrily, petting all the way down Ichigo’s back. He’d sort of forced him into the nest between his thighs a while ago, and while Ichigo wasn’t a fan of being that close to Urahara’s dick, he actually gave pretty nice pets. They’d been sitting on the floor in the hallway ever since Grimmjow went inside to transform. Leaning on the wall beside the door, Yoruichi looked offended.

“What do you want him for? I’m the expert. Let me come in--”

“Don’t come in.”

Everyone halted what they were doing. That...hadn’t sounded right. Concern swelled in Ichigo’s small chest.

“Grimmjow? Let me in for a second.” Stepping out of Urahara’s reach, Ichigo pawed at the closed shoji door. He couldn’t see anything through the thick paper. “I won’t laugh. I don’t care what you look like.”

For a long, strangely tense moment, there was only silence. Ichigo was feeling more worried by the second. But how bad could it be? It was just a cat transformation, and totally reversible--

The door slid open with a light tap, but it wasn’t opened by any hand. With an impossible sense of dawning wonder, Ichigo looked up, up, up into the broad white muzzle of an incredible cat-like beast.

Grimmjow hadn’t turned into a housecat. He’d become an enormous hollow-like predator feline. Plated from head to tail in jointed white armour, he was as smooth as polished bone everywhere except for the sleek black fur along his joints that gave him freedom of movement. His hollow hole was still intact, punching down through his abdomen. A tail the same as his resurreccion one lashed like a sinuous whip, trailing into the bedroom behind him.

But it was the eyes that were the most incredible part. Fierce, forward-facing round eyes glared down at him, as familiar as Ichigo’s own face in the mirror. They were a jewel-like shade of blue. Grimmjow’s blue. They were also set above a snarling muzzle filled with long, sharp white teeth. For an instant Ichigo forgot to be scared and just absorbed what he was seeing. So did the others.

“Is that an adjuchas form?” Yoruichi asked, the first to break the silence. “How on earth did you envisage one of those?” She reached out with both hands but Grimmjow reared away with a snarl, almost stepping on Ichigo’s tiny orange body. Grimmjow was the size of a small car and shaped like...maybe a leopard? No, a jaguar.

“Don’t fuckin’ touch me,” Grimmjow growled, and there it was again; that rough-edged timbre beneath his regular voice. An animal rumble. He stared down at Ichigo with an unhappy gaze. “It’s not just any adjuchas form. It’s mine. Guess it overrode that dumb white cat you were trying to get me to turn into.” Turning his wide head to Urahara, he said, “This isn’t a regression, is it?”

“I certainly doubt it,” Urahara replied readily, tapping his closed fan into his other hand. He hadn’t bothered to get up. “One can’t regress or evolve by sheer want of it alone. Yoruichi-san, your thoughts?”

“Well, without examining him thoroughly, I’d say he’s successfully shapeshifted. He’ll change back when he wants to, two-legged and wearing his sword like always. The only difference is his idea of what a cat looks like is somewhat different to Ichigo’s. Or mine.” Squatting down beside them both, Yoruichi ran a slim brown hand down Grimmjow’s side, an inch above touching his actual armour. “This form is too familiar for you to ever become anything else.”

Hearing it was temporary seemed to brighten Grimmjow’s demeanour a little. Short, round black and white ears pricked up, looking adorably fuzzy. A long pink tongue lashed across his teeth, giving way to a huge yawn. God, his teeth were fucking terrifying. It was like staring into a bear trap.

“I could fit in there,” Ichigo blurted out, feeling about the size of a kitten. No, a mouse. Against his will, he felt his hackles prickle a little as his fur stood up. How embarrassing. “Not that I’m scared or anything. You’re just big. Real big.” Walking directly under Grimmjow’s belly, twining around his front legs until he could stand between them, Ichigo stood up until he could butt his head beneath his jaw. Every part of him felt hard, but the black parts were nice and soft. And warm--Grimmjow’s furred neck was putting out amazing amounts of heat. The only problem was that Grimmjow was too tall for Ichigo to get at it properly.

“Cute,” Grimmjow rumbled, lowering his enormous head until he could see Ichigo properly. “You’re so fucking small. I forgot this form was bigger than my arrancar one. Could probably swallow you whole if I wanted.” He let Ichigo rub all over his cheek and groom his ear a little, which was nice.

“You’d better not. I’d make sure I became the world’s slimiest furball for you to cough up later.” Batting his nose with sheathed claws, he gave the dry white leather of it a happy lick. “I never thought your adjuchas form would be a whole cat. Does that mean Harribel used to be a shark? In a desert? Seems weird.”

“Never saw her adjuchas,” Grimmjow said, folding down into a Sphinx pose. Unable to help it, Ichigo put his paw on top of Grimmjow’s plate-sized black one. He barely covered one toe. “Heh. Look how fuckin’ tiny you are. C’mere and let me give you a bath.”

“Size isn’t everything, you know,” Ichigo said indignantly, but it sounded weak even to his own pointed ears. He was too interested in finding out what a bath was like when it came from a giant terrifying jaguar hollow. “Do my head first. Get between my ears.”

“Don’t get pushy, asshole.” A tongue like a warm, wet hairbrush lashed over Ichigo’s entire face, pulling all his fur back, including his long whiskers. Still dragging the grain of his fur, Grimmjow’s tongue combed through the silky neatness on the top of his head, pulling it damp and straight. Ichigo wasn’t sure he still had eyelids anymore. “How’s that?”

“Aggressive,” Ichigo said dazedly. “Keep going. Do my back next.”

“Guess I could do that. Demanding bastard.”

“Shut it, Lion King.”

A whuffing snarl blasted the top of Ichigo’s head. Ensconced between big black paws, Ichigo looked up into the jaws of death and meowed happily. All the fight went out of Grimmjow in an instant.

“You’re too fuckin’ adorable in that form, you know that? Wanna ride on my back?”

“Is that even a question?” Ichigo asked excitedly. “But first, keep going with the bath. I think some hollow spit will work wonders for my tangles.”

The white flare of a camera flash blasted them both out of their conversation. Turning around, Ichigo caught sight of Urahara snapping about six more photos in quick succession on his soul phone, pink cheeked and gleeful. Asshole.

“Forgive my interruption, but I couldn’t resist.” He turned to Yoruichi, who was watching the entire thing with a fond smile. She looked as pleased as a mother hen with two fresh eggs. “Yoruichi-san, should we market Grimmjow as a potential adoptee in the shelter? The shinigami would come in droves.”

“I have a better idea: let’s stick the photo in the next Seireitei Bulletin. The Shinigami Women’s Association will lose their minds and do all the advertising for us.”

“Genius!”

Ichigo was hardly listening by that point, too busy rubbing his face all over Grimmjow’s whiskerless muzzle and cheeks. He didn’t smell the same anymore, and it was driving him nuts. Enjoying the attention, Grimmjow sank his head down onto his paws and let Ichigo play to his heart’s content. Quietly excited to just, kinda, jump all over Grimmjow’s hollow cat body like it was a new playground, he didn’t know which side, paw, haunch or shoulder to dive onto first. There were too many options!

“Is that supposed to hurt?” Grimmjow asked lazily a few minutes later, watching Ichigo bite down on his leg experimentally. “Your mouth is the size of one of my teeth. Don’t break anything.”

“I’ll break you,” Ichigo snarled around his prey, claws skittering over white armour plating. They didn’t even leave lines as evidence. His teeth couldn’t even sink in. It was like trying to bite a statue. “You think if I kept at it I’d eventually crack your armour?”

“Nah,” Grimmjow rumbled. It was an impossibly content sound. “Let’s go for a walk or something. Want to see if I can still use footholds in this body, shoot a cero, that kind of thing.”

“What about the rest of my bath?” Ichigo asked, displeased. “I don’t want to go outside--hey!” He tried to shrink down as powerful jaws closed over his midsection, but it didn’t do any good. Once long canines fit under his belly, he was caught. “Don’t eat me!”

A muffled growl was the only response Grimmjow could make. Then, like it was nothing, like Ichigo really was a tiny kitten, Grimmjow picked him up in his mouth and started practically trotting toward the door with his prize. Ichigo hung there in baffled defeat while the camera flash went off about seven hundred more times.

“This is mortifying, for the record,” Ichigo said grumpily. At least it was kind of warm in there. “Want to stop by the clinic and scare the shit out of my dad?”

Judging from the rumbly vibration that erupted around Ichigo’s body, Grimmjow thought that was a great idea.

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