Yes, I'm writing one of those Bleach fics where the characters are cat-like. Deal with it. This one will also be the first one I'm writing that's dealing with M-preg. Don't like M-preg, then kiss my bum! *rasberry* No flaming just cuz I'm using M-preg!

Also, I blame the other authors for making me get into this type of AU. You know who you are. *Narrowing eyes deviously* Now enjoy this first chapter!

Strawberries n' Cream by Boogermeister

Chapter 1- Lovely Scent

An orange tail with darker stripes swished back and forth in agitation, the orange-haired teenage boy scowled as he glared at the school bullies with his chocolate brown eyes. He hated when they messed with him; not because he has unnaturally orange hair, not because he had cat ears and tail since everyone else have those as well. It was because he smelled good. Yes, in Karakura town, every citizens are neko hybrids. Asides from the feline attributes, the people have one of the two certain gene but usually in the males. Although females can go into 'heat' when they reached puberty, some males can too.

But unlike the females, who can discreet their cycle safely, the males' pheromones fumed out with sweet scents gradually until it becomes uncontrollable. For the orange-haired teenager, he was going into day two in his heat cycle when he finished beating the lurching bullies into a pulp. "Every fucking time," he muttered under his breath as he walked away, his school bag slouched over his shoulder when he turned a corner. He must hurry home so he can locked himself up in his room for the next three to five days.

"Yo, Ichi," said a rude, gruff voice. The orange-haired teen's striped ears perked up and glared over his shoulder, a taller teen boy walked up to him. He had very light blue hair and feral-like sky-blue eyes that seemed to intensified by the turquoise markings. His blackish, navy-blue ears twitched in amusement and his tail flicked around.

"Quit calling me that, Grimmjow," the teen scoffed as he resumed walking. "I have a name, you know. It's Ichigo."

"But I like calling you that," Grimmjow smirked, sauntering behind him. "Either that or Strawberry."

"Ugh, I hate it when you follow me whenever I'm near my . . . . 'heat'," Ichigo muttered, a faint blush appeared on his face but the other teen didn't notice. "It's annoying."

"But you smell so delicious, Ichi," smirked Grimmjow. "'Sides, I'm only here to protect your sweet ass." At the last word, he was sucker-punched in the face and stumbled backwards.

"I don't need protection by some crazed 'black' cat," scowled Ichigo. "Go stalk someone else, asshole." He turned on his heels and jogged away, leaving Grimmjow to hold his now bloody nose.

"Idiot, my color isn't really black," Grimmjow muttered but was still smirking.


Split-seconds before his bag hit the floor, Ichigo shut his bedroom door and locked it. Since he was one of the few males with the heat cycle, he had permission to stay home from school until it died down. He sighed as he took off his uniform jacket and his shirt, his skin felt warm all of the sudden. First the scent then the fever-like feeling rose in his body, with an extremely aching arousal wouldn't go down unless he do something about it. Ichigo continued to strip of his clothing until he was only in his boxers. He frowned as he noticed a half-erection tenting under the fabric.

"Shit," he muttered, going to his bed and wrapped himself with the sheets. "Here I go again . . . ."


"Shit, I could smell it from here," muttered Grimmjow, running his fingers though his hair as he stared across the street at the orange-haired neko's house. He knew it was his house since Ichigo's father owned the clinic next door. Even though the windows was closed off completely for a few days, the blue-haired neko could smell Ichigo's pheromones and it made him hard.

"If you want him so bad, then get him," a shorter teen near him muttered in a bored manner. His skin was very pale, near white, and had slightly jagged jet-black hair that was near his shoulders and his emerald green eyes were wide yet showed little emotions.

"Tch, shut the fuck up, Ulquiorra," scoffed Grimmjow as he glared at the actual black cat, since Ulquiorra's ears and tail were a true jet-black color. "First off, his family's there. I can't barge in like a fucking burgular. And if I try to, Ichi'd try to punch me."

"Wouldn't be the first time," Ulquiorra muttered as he started to walk away.

"What was that?!" Grimmjow growled.

"You heard me."

"Fucking know-it-all," muttered the blue-haired hybrid as he glared at the dwindling figure before glancing back at the windows. One of the curtains was pulled back just slightly but was quickly covered. Grimmjow huffed in agitation before catching up to his pale friend. "Quit acting so high and mighty, Ulquiorra," he scoffed. "Your heat will start in a few day, and it never arouses me for some fucking reason."

"And I'm glad it doesn't," Ulquiorra replied flatly.

"You smell weird to me, it's like spearmint and dark chocolate," frowned Grimmjow.

"Certain people prefer that scent," he muttered, as they turned to an adjacent street.

"Yeah, probably old farts," Grimmjow scoffed. "Ichi's scent is better than yours."

"Really? How does it smell like?" the pale hybrid questioned, males in heat cannot really smell each other's pheromones since they go into their own isolation. Grimmjow glanced at him and grinned in content as he licked his lips.

"Like strawberries . . . ."


"Fuck . . . .! Fuck . . . .!" Ichigo panted, arching his back against the matress as the fever-like sweat was covering his naked body. He already took an ice-cold shower, but it was only temporary relief. The orange-haired hybrid glanced down through half-lidded eyes at his already hardened erection. "Shit . . . .! Why did he come around . . . .?" he gasped, curling up in a ball with his tabby-striped tail flicked around. The presence of Grimmjow, or even the thought of him aroused him greatly whenever he's in heat.

"That asshole . . . .!" Ichigo panted; knowing that his erection won't go away, he hesitantly wrapped his fingers around it and began stroking. The blush on his face gradually deepened as he continued, biting his bottom lip to stifle his pleasurable moaning. He mewled sharply as he finally climaxed, he panted deeply as he clenched his fist and felt the sticky substance seeped between his fingers.

"Fuck . . . . that's the third time today . . . ." he muttered. It won't be long until another episode comes back, Ichigo sighed as he curled up tighter. "I hope it's over tomorrow . . . ."


"Hop!" Ichigo was pounced by a small girl with sleek black hair, as usual. "Welcome back, Ichigo! How was your cycle?!"

"Get off, Rukia," Ichigo scowled. "You always ask me that every freaking month." Rukia's black ears twitched in excitement as she jumped off his shoulders. "And I know what you're thinking. No, I didn't get a boyfriend to solve my so-called problems. Go away."

"I can't! Most of my classes are with you," smiled Rukia as they entered the the school building. "Just be glad I'm hanging around you out of pity, Ichigo."

"It's not pity, you're hanging around me 'cause you find my heat cycle interesting!" frowned Ichigo. "Only me and few other guys in the school are going through this shit. I feel so--"

"Girly?"

"Shut up," he frowned at her. It wasn't long until they reached the right classroom and went to their preferred seat. Ichigo sat next to the window, a few rows away from the front. Rukia sat behind him, as an auburn-haired girl with large breasts sat next to him.

"Morning, Ichigo," she chided, her calico ears perked up. "How're you feeling?"

"Fine, Orihime," muttered Ichigo, glancing at the window.

"Oh come on, Ichigo. It's not that bad," Rukia shrugged.

"Easy for you to say," he muttered. He hated going into the aching cycle every time, it made him very aroused and yet empty. As if he needed someone to fulfill him, someone like--

"Good fucking morning, Ichi!" Ichigo's orange ears immediately perked up as he glared up and saw Grimmjow smirking down at him. "I missed you, Ichi," he smirked. "I stopped by your house the other day."

"I know, I find that annoying," scowled the orange-haired neko. "Didn't you have anything else to do, Grimmjow?"

"Just wanting to have your wonderful ass," Grimmjow smirked before flopping down in a seat in front of him. Ichigo scoffed but a blush came across his face. In truth, he felt a sort of attraction towards the blue-haired neko but couldn't admit it.

"Quit bothering me like that," he muttered.

"Why? 'Cause you like it, Ichi?" Grimmjow smirked as he glanced over his shoulder and Ichigo blushed again.

"Sh-shut the hell up!" he scowled as he glared back at the window.

"Never, I won't stop," smirked Grimmjow. As the school day went by, Ichigo was continued being bothered by him whenever he goes. And every time Grimmjow gets near, he was rewarded either with a kick in the stomach or an elbow in the face. "C'mon Ichi, you know you want me," Grimmjow laughed, rubbing a black eye as he followed him outside to the school yard. "Your heat cycle won't go away unless I do something about it. If you want an easy solution, we could fuck right now."

Suddenly, his vision went blank white and all he felt was a blinding pain between his legs. "Shit!" he gasped out as he fell to his knees, his hands clutching at his groin. Ichigo glared at the teen in pain and started to walk away.

"Serves you fucking right, asshole!" he scoffed. Grimmjow groaned in pain as he hunched over, as Rukia and Orihime walked up to him after seeing his painful defeat.

"There's always next month, Grimmjow," smiled Rukia.

"Shut up," groaned Grimmjow. "Fuck, I think he broke it."

"I didn't know it can get broken," Orihime said blankly.

"I said, shut up," he muttered, struggling to stand up. "There's no way I won't stop pursuing him. He's mine and only mine."

"Well, keep going after him," replied Rukia, her cat ear folded down a little. "After all," she muttered, her voice lowered a little, "You don't want him getting . . . . knocked up by someone else, do you?"

"Tch, I fucking know that," muttered Grimmjow.

"Oh but we're still in high school," Orihime said. "Ichigo can't get pregnant right now." Rukia blinked at her and sighed.

"You're missing the point, Orihime," she sighed. "We didn't mean it like that."

"But you said--"

"Come on, let's go read the biology textbook. Again." Rukia tugged Orihime away, as Grimmjow sulked as he walked past the school gates. It didn't really matter if Ichigo was in heat or not, he wanted him as his scent was very intoxicating. Even when Ichigo's pheromones died down after the cycle, Grimmjow could still smell it. Only he can, and that means the orange-haired neko was destined to be his.

A very odd superstition about neko hybrids to find each other by knowing their certain smells when no one else does. But still, it's right for most parts. Ichigo often blushed when he gets too close with him, he must've smell good to him. Grimmjow grinned, though a painful one since the kick to the groin was still hurting. He might have a chance after all.


Ichigo frowned as he sat on his bed, maybe he shouldn't have kicked Grimmjow in the groin so hard. He hated himself for feeling so concerned, almost as much as he hated himself for liking the blue-haired bastard. His scent was very distinct from his own, it was a cross bewteen a rain forest and desert air. A very odd scent but it was very alluring to Ichigo, who sighed as he laid down and closed his eyes. "Fucking idiot," he mumbled, his tail curled around his leg as he drifted off to sleep.


"Wait, don't kick me in the jewels again!" Grimmjow smiled, holding his hands up in surrender when he walked up to scowling Ichigo. "Just wanna apologize for teasing you, Ichi." Ichigo rolled his eyes as he continued walking down the school hallway.

"Did I broke it?" he muttered.

"No, it still good as new," smirked Grimmjow, stalking after him.

"Well, good for you," scoffed Ichigo, his tail stiffened when the other teen got too near and he glared at him. "Quit following me around every fucking day, Grimmjow! It's irritating the hell outta me!"

"It's hard not to, Ichi," Grimmjow smirked, his grin widened a little. "You smell so damn good to me." Ichigo blushed angrily as he tried to step away but his arms were gripped suddenly by him. "C'mon Ichi, I've been after your ass since you went into your heat over a year back. Nah, it was sorta before that but still I always wanted you, Ichi."

"Oh yeah? What if I don't want you, Grimmjow?" Ichigo growled lowly.

"You're lying," sneered Grimmjow as his face leaned closer to Ichigo's blushed one. "I can see it in your face, Ichi. You want me, 'cause you can smell my scent when most can't."

"S-stop bothering me, Grimmjow," the orange-haired neko stammered angrily.

"Hell no," Grimmjow muttered huskily, his tongue darting out and licked at his lips. Ichigo gasped in shock, earning the other teen neko to kiss him and his tongue flicked at Ichigo's. Ichigo subconciously moaned at the kiss, his striped tail relaxed and curled at Grimmjow's. Breaking out of his shock, Ichigo glared at the blue-haired neko and knee'd him in the stomach, breaking the kiss.

"You. Are. An. Ass. Hole," Ichigo fumed, his tail stiffened up completely with the fur bristled outward. "I would never fall for a jerk-off like you. Try that again, and I'll rip your dick off." He stormed away, as Grimmjow simply smirked as he rubbed his stomach.

"Man, why is it that when good shit happens Ulquiorra isn't around?" he sighed. "Shit, I should mess with that emo punk today."


Waaah . . . . I'm figuring out whether or not I should mention more character throughout the story. I'll see what'll happens.

I don't really hate Ulquiorra, I actually like him. I've grown fond of him since I began reading Bleach yaoi.

Read, review, and no flames.

I'll update ASAP!!