Subject: [SWATKats_Adult] Digest Number 318 Date: 2 Oct 2000 11:12:42 -0000 From: SWATKats_Adult@egroups.com To: SWATKats_Adult@egroups.com FAQ/ Rules: http://www.swatkats.net/~lists/ MKC BlackNet: http://www.swatkats.org The Galleries: http://www.Shadowynd.com/~calis ------------------------------------------------------------------------ There are 6 messages in this issue. Topics in this digest: 1. Re: FIC: Ethics and Need 20 (NEW) From: Rauhnee Ranshanka 2. Re: Fav Fic? From: EnsTren@aol.com 3. Re: Fav Fic? From: Rauhnee Ranshanka 4. Re: Fav Fic? From: EnsTren@aol.com 5. Re: Fav Fic? From: Rauhnee Ranshanka 6. Re: Fav Fic? From: EnsTren@aol.com ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 1 Date: Sun, 01 Oct 2000 16:22:17 -0700 From: Rauhnee Ranshanka Subject: Re: FIC: Ethics and Need 20 (NEW) Vorex wrote: > I'm caught somewhere between exstatic joy that the guy's back, Hay, high demand works on me sometimes. I think *everybody* was pissed when I killed him, and he was destined to die before he even had a name :/ > and horrible sympathetic pain for what he's going through. ~grins~ my stock and trade. > Excellent, excellent writing Rauhnee ... though I could be accused of bias. Who isn't :) and thank you. I'll try to set part 21 down soon. -- Rauhnee ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 2 Date: Sun, 1 Oct 2000 19:57:35 EDT From: EnsTren@aol.com Subject: Re: Fav Fic? In a message dated 9/30/00 4:17:39 PM Pacific Daylight Time, gatekat@swatkats.net writes: > > Trikell's First Gift I want to see a sequel to > > Just a note: This is a Phantom Menace fic, not SK :) > So? I see it as my Duty to pester authors into completeing stuff. Besides knowing you, your love of the Kats and Crossovers you'll probelly figure out someway to throw them in there, somehow--they do have inter galactic travel after all > And yes, I intend to write a sequel. > > > Dragon Fire, Dragon Flight I want to see finished > > So do I. It's not cooperating at *all* :( > *pouts, sulks, and waves her fists in threat at your muses and the story* > -- > Rauhnee Nemi, lover of Pern, Kats, and Yaoi ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 3 Date: Sun, 01 Oct 2000 18:21:20 -0700 From: Rauhnee Ranshanka Subject: Re: Fav Fic? EnsTren@aol.com wrote: > > > Trikell's First Gift I want to see a sequel to > > Just a note: This is a Phantom Menace fic, not SK :) > So? So anyone who goes looking for it under SK fic won't find it. > I see it as my Duty to pester authors into completeing stuff. Well, you're welcome to pester me. Maybe I'll actually finish something :) > Besides knowing you, your love of the Kats and Crossovers you'll probelly > figure out someway to throw them in there, somehow--they do have inter > galactic travel after all Urr, I pray not in this one. That plot has it own series; Padawan Jake, meet Razor ~evil grin~ -- Rauhnee ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 4 Date: Sun, 1 Oct 2000 21:25:15 EDT From: EnsTren@aol.com Subject: Re: Fav Fic? In a message dated 10/1/00 6:22:07 PM Pacific Daylight Time, gatekat@swatkats.net writes: > > So? > > So anyone who goes looking for it under SK fic won't find it. > My bad. > > I see it as my Duty to pester authors into completeing stuff. > > Well, you're welcome to pester me. Maybe I'll actually finish > something :) > *poke!* Finish! *pester* Hurry! *Poke!* Right Now! *Pester!* Move it! *POKE!* START WRITING DAMNIT! > > Besides knowing you, your love of the Kats and Crossovers you'll probelly > > figure out someway to throw them in there, somehow--they do have inter > > galactic travel after all > > Urr, I pray not in this one. That plot has it own series; > Padawan Jake, meet Razor ~evil grin~ > *giggles inanely* talking about set way in the future from the Kats > -- > Rauhnee Nemi, Pester Poker ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 5 Date: Sun, 01 Oct 2000 20:10:12 -0700 From: Rauhnee Ranshanka Subject: Re: Fav Fic? EnsTren@aol.com wrote: > START WRITING DAMNIT! Hay, I did. You got a Jeremy is Alive story last night *and* a picture of him. ~pout~ What more could you want in 12 hours? -- Rauhnee (who's writing a hell of a lot more than you're seeing. I have a zine novel in production -- 100+ pages done already :) ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 6 Date: Mon, 2 Oct 2000 05:07:02 EDT From: EnsTren@aol.com Subject: Re: Fav Fic? In a message dated 10/1/00 8:11:25 PM Pacific Daylight Time, gatekat@swatkats.net writes: > > START WRITING DAMNIT! > > Hay, I did. You got a Jeremy is Alive story last night *and* a > picture of him. ~pout~ What more could you want in 12 hours? > *snorts* good. And I supose you don't have anymore time to write cause it's the workweek?? Think about what you want/should write when you have time. *PesterPoke!* Now! > -- > Rauhnee (who's writing a hell of a lot more than you're seeing. > I have a zine novel in production -- 100+ pages done already :) Nemi, tiered beyond all belief ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Subject: [SWATKats_Adult] Digest Number 319 Date: 5 Oct 2000 11:53:03 -0000 From: SWATKats_Adult@egroups.com To: SWATKats_Adult@egroups.com FAQ/ Rules: http://www.swatkats.net/~lists/ MKC BlackNet: http://www.swatkats.org The Galleries: http://www.Shadowynd.com/~calis ------------------------------------------------------------------------ There are 2 messages in this issue. Topics in this digest: 1. Glitches in the system From: "Id Wielder" 2. Re: Glitches in the system From: "Proxima Shatterclaw" ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 1 Date: Wed, 04 Oct 2000 11:30:00 CDT From: "Id Wielder" Subject: Glitches in the system I've been sending messages and hope folks get this one. My messages don't seem to be making it to the list. Anyway, here's a story for you to enjoy. _________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com. Share information about yourself, create your own public profile at http://profiles.msn.com. ---------- Past Lives (Mainstream Part 12) By Wielder Yet another chapter in my main stream type universe. Defining one of the extra characters a bit more and offering insights to another more used character. At some point this became less focused on the Swat Kats, and more focused on everyone they get near. :) No spooge in this story, just implied situations, some of which are interesting given the right imagination. Though this falls in my Swat Kat stories, none of them are used. Sher Khan is Disney, but this is an act of parody, and I make no claim on the character. This is for entertainment only. ************ Mr. Collins sat by his desk dutifully. Accepting packages, routing calls, and basically running on automatic. With a few years training it actually got quite easy to run Sher Khan's personal and business affairs. The elevator door opened up as a lithe young kat in a brown uniform walked in carrying a package. Peter grinned as he stood and examined the kat. "I have a package for Mr. Khan." The kat said formally. "I'll take it." Peter said as he reached out with his left arm. The kat blinked in surprise, seeing that the tabby only had one arm, but handed over the package anyway. "I'm supposed to give this to Mr. Khan personally." The kat said. Peter nodded. "Must be new to this route. Khan doesn't receive his packages personally. The proper paperwork has been filed with your office." The kat nodded as he handed the tabby a form to sign. Peter signed the slip and handed it back. The kat nodded and left. As the door closed, Peter logged the package in as received and checked the address. Not recognizing it, he sat by the computer and pulled up the expected packages file. Scanning the addresses quickly, he saw that the delivery was expected and that it was flagged. Peter grinned as he stood. He grabbed a cutter and deftly opened the box. Peering inside, he confirmed the bizarre contents and closed the lid. Setting the cutter aside, he pressed the intercom button to Khan's office. "Mr. Khan?" "Yes, Mr. Collins." The voice said in its usual calm reserved tone. "A package for you has arrived." Peter said evenly. Dead silence greeted him. "Are you well, Mr. Collins? Packages Very RARELY concern me. It's your job to handle that." There was some minor irritation and some confusion mixed in the voice. Peter grinned. "It's from the House of Leather, Sir. And I don't think any of these things are my size." There was a surprised snort from the other end, then faint chuckling. "Of course. I forgot about that delivery. Bring it in." Peter smiled as he grabbed the box. He knew Khan better than anyone and knew how much was a mask and act, and how much was real. And he loved making his boss laugh. It was a rare, yet delightful occurrence. Opening the door to Khan's office, the tabby walked across the long room and set the box on the desk. Khan was standing beside the desk and had a calm composed look on his face, but his tail was jerking madly, betraying the tiger's excitement. Peter opened the box and stepped aside as his boss tore into the contents. "I'm glad this arrived now." Khan said evenly. "I'll be able to take them with me to the wedding." Peter chuckled. "Must be an interesting wedding, since most that I know of would frown if you brought sex toys." Khan smiled, dropping his masks in front of his most trusted assistant and friend. He pulled out a large metal ring. Grinning playfully, he held it down in front of the crotch of his pants. "Do you think it'll fit, Mr. Collins." Peter started laughing. "Knowing you, it might be a little tight." Khan grinned as he tossed the ring back inside the box, closed it and slid it under the desk. Moving around the desk, the tiger sat and opened a desk drawer. For a moment, he seemed startled by something, then quickly closed the drawer. "That'll be all, Mr. Collins." Khan said. The tabby turned to leave, but hesitated. In his mind, he weighed the options and decided that now was the time. "Actually, Khan, I think we need to talk." Peter said evenly as he turned to face his boss. Khan looked up in surprise at the kat. "About what?" Peter walked around the desk and looked the tiger squarely in the eyes. A difficult feat since Peter was very short and had to look up, even with Khan sitting. "About us, Khan." Peter said quietly. The tiger hung his head. "There is no us." He said even quieter. "And you still hate that fact, don't you?" the tabby asked. Khan said nothing. Peter sighed. He could tell this was going no where. So he reached back with his hand and slapped Khan across the face as hard as he could. The tiger jumped in shock and yelped in surprise as he rose to his feet hurriedly, knocking his chair over. "Peter!" Khan exclaimed in confusion as he held his face. The tabby didn't back down. "I am NOT letting you mess this up you silly tiger! So shut up and listen to me!" Khan blinked in shock, but did nothing. He simply stared at the small kat. "Do you remember when we met?" Peter asked. The tiger simply nodded. "I applied for a job and got it." The small kat continued. "You interviewed me personally. And inside of two months I was promoted." Khan picked his chair up and sat down in it. "I know how we met, Peter." Khan said, the sorrow evident in his voice. "Then tell me." The kat countered. "You caught my eye." Khan said. "I had a crush on you. So I promoted you to a position where I could see you daily. You did well, so I gave you a better position. Then I got you alone." The tabby walked over and gently slid his hand over Khan's still stinging face. "We went out. We made love. We started dating." Khan hung his head. "Why are you bringing this up?" "Cause you are the smartest most brilliant businesskat out there, but when it comes to emotions and how others feel you miss important things. I know about the ring, Khan. I run your finances too, I saw the check." Khan looked up, a hurt look on his face. "You're mad because of the reason I bought it?" Peter growled. "No! I'm mad cause you bought it almost two months ago and you still haven't asked him! I'm mad cause I know what you are doing and thinking! I'm MAD cause you are letting our OLD relationship mess up your life with Feral!" Khan flinched away from the small kat's anger. "But..." the tiger stammered, unsure. Peter's shoulders slumped. "Khan, why are you such a fool when it comes to the heart?" The kat said as he slid his hand down Khan's face gently. "Why are you waiting? Why are you holding back admitting how he makes you feel?" Khan hung his shoulders, the proud look gone, replaced by a weary and defeated tiger. "Cause I still love you." He said in a faint whisper. Peter nodded. "I thought as much." The tabby stood and grabbed Khan's arm. Moving with practiced ease, he climbed into the tiger's lap and looked his old lover in the eye. "It is over, Khan." Peter said evenly. "I know you still love me. And I still love you." The tiger's eyes brightened at the statement. "But we cannot be a couple." The tabby continued. "It would never work for us to be a couple the way you wanted. I knew about the ring then too, you know." The tiger looked at the tabby in surprise and some fear. "You knew?" Peter sighed and shook his head. "I worked in your office. You left it in your desk. I knew it was for me." Khan hung his head. "Do you know why I broke up with you?" Peter asked. Khan looked up. "You said I was pushing too far, too fast." Peter looked at the tiger. "You wanted to propose to me. And I told you I wasn't looking for a mate." Peter lifted Khan's eyes and stared into them. "I still love you Khan." The tabby said evenly. "But our lives were not meant to be one. I didn't want to marry you. I didn't break up because I didn't like you or because I didn't think you were sexy. Hell, some nights I miss what we did. Sneaking into the copy room so I could pound away at you rough and hard like we used to. But I don't love you the way you want. I don't love you the way that would let me spend the rest of my life with you." Khan hung his head. "But I still love you. Always have." Peter smiled. "Khan, I know I was your first, but you weren't mine. I knew what I wanted in life by the time I met you, and it wasn't what you offered." Khan hugged the tabby close. "I don't want to loose you." He almost whimpered. Peter glared at the tiger. "Am I going to have to slap you again?" Khan cringed back. "You silly Tiger. You NEVER lost me! And you are not going to now. Don't you get it? I love you. I love being with you and I MISS being with you! But there are other ways of showing love than marriage and I don't want to get married." Peter kissed the tiger gently. "All you ever had to do was ask me. I never said we couldn't be lovers. That was your decision when I told you I wasn't interested in marriage, but here you are now." Peter leaned over and pulled the top desk drawer open. Inside, on top of some papers was a small black box. The kind that held jewelry. "I've been watching you and I'm happy for you, Khan. Feral makes you happy, and I know you make him happy as well, but if you keep from asking him just cause of me, then I'll quit this job right now!" Khan flinched. "Don't say that! I need you here and I don't want you to go!" Peter sighed. "Then tell me why. And don't you dare lie to me! Tell me why you haven't asked him yet." Khan got very quiet. "I love him with all my heart. I want to spend the rest of my life with him. But if I marry him, then I loose you for good." Peter blinked in surprise. "Is that what you think? That I'll refuse to have anything to do with you just cause you're married? Khan, you are stupid sometimes, you know that?" Peter stood and shook his head. "Is this a faith issue? Are you afraid it'll be unfaithful to Feral if you and I occasionally had sex? You have seen his friends right? The mated couple who you fooled around with? If it's such an issue, then just talk with Feral. See how he feels about it. I SERIOUSLY doubt that horny kat would refuse sharing his bed. I know about this wedding reception thing you're going to. Do you really think a kat can be raised in a family where that's a TRADITION and still feel that there can never be a third party? Or is it something else?" Khan seemed hesitant, but finally spoke up. "I still love you and don't know how I can promise him my heart if I still think about you. I don't know if I should propose to him or you. If I marry him, will you still want to be with me?" Peter glared at the silly tiger for a moment, then saw the tears around the corner of the feline eyes. Everyone saw Khan as indestructible, but Peter saw the other side. The scared virgin side that had appeared years ago when they had snuck into his office. The terrified tiger that had begun shaking as an obviously smaller kat mounted him for the first time. The emotional side that was always kept in check cause his image gave him so much authority. Peter reached out and hugged Khan close. "Khan, listen to my words. Don't read anything into them. Just hear them and take them for what they really mean. I love you. I never want to spend my life without you. You could marry the pope and you would never loose me. I'm not going anywhere." Khan hugged the small kat close and they shared the moment. For a long time they just sat there, quietly. Finally they pulled away. Khan smiled and set his friend down and opened the desk drawer. Picking the small box up nervously, he turned and looked at Peter. "You mean that?" Khan asked. The tabby nodded. "But you have to ask yourself one thing. Who is your life-mate? It isn't me. I'm just a lover, your lover, but that's all. Is Feral your life-mate, or your lover?" Khan looked at the box and opened it. A ring was inside. A gold ring with a silver badge matching the one Feral wore, with the Khan industries symbol engraved on it. Khan closed the box and stood there, his composure returned. He was once again Sher Khan, owner and master of Khan industries. And he had no doubts. "You will come to the wedding at least, won't you?" Khan asked the tabby. Peter grinned from ear to ear. "Of course." Khan sat down in his large chair and put the ring in his jacket pocket. Something he had never had the courage to do until now. "So when will you ask him." Peter inquired. Khan smiled. "In a few days, at the wedding of his brother." "You are going to ask him right?" Peter asked making it clear the answer he expected. Khan smiled. "I'll ask him Peter. You have my word." The small tabby grinned and kissed the tiger briefly. "Good for you." Peter turned and began walking from the room. "Peter?" Khan asked causing the kat to turn. "Thanks." The tiger finished. The tabby smiled and nodded. "Anytime." Khan's face grew stony. "And if you ever slap me again, Mr. Collins, you're fired." Peter blinked in shock, then grinned as Khan smiled and rubbed his face. "That actually hurt you know." Khan said. Peter grinned and left the room, closing the door quietly behind him. Leaving his boss to stare at the ring inside the small box and the promise it offered. End. [This message contained attachments] ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 2 Date: Wed, 04 Oct 2000 23:21:21 -0000 From: "Proxima Shatterclaw" Subject: Re: Glitches in the system Wielder wrote: > I've been sending messages and hope folks get this one. My messages > don't seem to be making it to the list. > > Anyway, here's a story for you to enjoy. Well, I'm glad at least one of your messages got through. Nice to see a not-too-smutty fic posted here once in a while. Reminds me that we have a romantic/emotional side too. Not that I'm bashing spooge flingers or anything :) Very interesting to see you work exclusively with non SK characters in your story. New perspectives can be fun and some of the most memorable characters I've read about here have been creations soley of the writer's mind (mmmmm, Jeremy...). Good work. I can't wait for the next part. And good luck getting back on the good side of the tech-gods of the list. I hate to think of anybody's work getting lost. --Proxima ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Subject: [SWATKats_Adult] Digest Number 320 Date: 7 Oct 2000 10:18:05 -0000 From: SWATKats_Adult@egroups.com To: SWATKats_Adult@egroups.com FAQ/ Rules: http://www.swatkats.net/~lists/ MKC BlackNet: http://www.swatkats.org The Galleries: http://www.Shadowynd.com/~calis ------------------------------------------------------------------------ There are 2 messages in this issue. Topics in this digest: 1. New file uploaded to SWATKats_Adult From: 2. The pic... From: Kenny_K@att.net ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 1 Date: 7 Oct 2000 05:10:22 -0000 From: Subject: New file uploaded to SWATKats_Adult Hello, This email message is a notification to let you know that a file has been uploaded to the Files area of the SWATKats_Adult group. File : /Ulysses.gif Uploaded by : Kenny_K@att.net Description : I challenge all artists to do a hot pic of Ulysses Feral. It doesn't have to be porn; just a simply seductive and alluring pic of him will do very nicely. ;) I think Ulysses is the hottest kat of them all!! =) This is a pic that A She-Kat, a *wonderful* artist, did for me. :) I hope y'all love him. ;) - Kenny K You can access this file at the URL http://www.egroups.com/files/SWATKats_Adult/Ulysses%2Egif To learn more about eGroups file sharing, please visit http://www.egroups.com/help/files.html Regards, Kenny_K@att.net ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 2 Date: Sat, 07 Oct 2000 05:16:53 -0000 From: Kenny_K@att.net Subject: The pic... Sorry for all the extra steps, but I don't know how to attach a file to the e-mails on this thing. I can't figure it out. Sorry. If anyone could tell me, I'd be very greatful. - Kenny K ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Subject: [SWATKats_Adult] Digest Number 321 Date: 8 Oct 2000 10:18:37 -0000 From: SWATKats_Adult@egroups.com To: SWATKats_Adult@egroups.com FAQ/ Rules: http://www.swatkats.net/~lists/ MKC BlackNet: http://www.swatkats.org The Galleries: http://www.Shadowynd.com/~calis ------------------------------------------------------------------------ There are 3 messages in this issue. Topics in this digest: 1. Re: New file uploaded to SWATKats_Adult From: Rauhnee Ranshanka 2. Re: Glitches in the system From: Rauhnee Ranshanka 3. Jeremy Darkeye Posing (pencil and marker) Male Nude Tame From: Rauhnee Ranshanka ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 1 Date: Sat, 07 Oct 2000 16:21:41 -0700 From: Rauhnee Ranshanka Subject: Re: New file uploaded to SWATKats_Adult SWATKats_Adult@egroups.com wrote: > Description : I challenge all artists to do a hot pic of Ulysses Feral. It doesn't have to be porn; just a simply seductive and alluring pic of him will do very nicely. ;) Mmm, maybe I'll finally finish that 'PlayKat' set I started. Uly is one of them :) -- Rauhnee ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 2 Date: Sat, 07 Oct 2000 16:21:49 -0700 From: Rauhnee Ranshanka Subject: Re: Glitches in the system Id Wielder wrote: > I've been sending messages and hope folks get this one. My messages > don't seem to be making it to the list. Well this one made it :) Though if you sent anything afterwards, it didn't. -- Rauhnee ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 3 Date: Sun, 08 Oct 2000 01:42:12 -0700 From: Rauhnee Ranshanka Subject: Jeremy Darkeye Posing (pencil and marker) Male Nude Tame Well, my writing Muses kidnapped me to work on my novel. 25 pages later, I get to answer my mail and finish this. I'm really quite happy with it, all things considered. It turned out much better than the computer colored one IMO. -- Rauhnee Ranshanka; The GateKat, http://www.Shadowynd.com/~rauhnee ~Sometimes there is no place to hide but within your dreams~ ***************************************************************** [This message contained attachments] ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Subject: [SWATKats_Adult] Digest Number 322 Date: 12 Oct 2000 12:18:26 -0000 From: SWATKats_Adult@egroups.com To: SWATKats_Adult@egroups.com -------------------------- eGroups Sponsor -------------------------~-~> eGroups eLerts It's Easy. It's Fun. Best of All, it's Free! http://click.egroups.com/1/9698/0/_/450810/_/971353106/ ---------------------------------------------------------------------_-> FAQ/ Rules: http://www.swatkats.net/~lists/ MKC BlackNet: http://www.swatkats.org The Galleries: http://www.Shadowynd.com/~calis ------------------------------------------------------------------------ There are 4 messages in this issue. Topics in this digest: 1. Write me a story From: "Proxima Shatterclaw" 2. Re: Write me a story From: Rauhnee Ranshanka 3. Re: Write me a story From: "Proxima Shatterclaw" 4. Re: FIC: Write me a story From: "Kane" ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 1 Date: Wed, 11 Oct 2000 21:58:08 -0000 From: "Proxima Shatterclaw" Subject: Write me a story No no, I'm not just complaining about the lack of new material here (although the lack of new work is just no fun). I actualy have a premise that I'd love to see written into a story: Jake and Chance are teenagers going to highschool together. They've been best friends for years but nothing else has come of it relationship-wise. Jake finaly builds up the courage to ask Chance out and he says yes. Jake spends the next couple of days going crazy making sure that their first date will go perfectly. Do Jake's plans fall appart? Does it turn out to be a beautifully romantic evening? Does anything happen after the date ;)? It's all up to you. Since my best efforts to write a story have failed miserably, I hope someone here likes the idea enough to do *something* with it... --Proxima ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 2 Date: Wed, 11 Oct 2000 18:29:37 -0700 From: Rauhnee Ranshanka Subject: Re: Write me a story Proxima Shatterclaw wrote: > No no, I'm not just complaining about the lack of new material here (although the lack of new work is just no fun). Not to whine here, but if more than a pawful of folks out of the hundred and twenty here gave feedback, there'd probably be more stuff posted. Posting into a void is no fun. > I actualy have a premise that I'd love to see written into a story: /Rauhnee howls as the Plot Creepings bite and hang on for dear life/ ~whines~ I have a novel to write. I don't have time to write this one ... not like that's going to stop it from happening :/ This'll be a fun AU. -- Rauhnee ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 3 Date: Thu, 12 Oct 2000 02:25:14 -0000 From: "Proxima Shatterclaw" Subject: Re: Write me a story Rauhnee Ranshanka wrote: > Not to whine here, but if more than a pawful of folks out of the > hundred and twenty here gave feedback, there'd probably be more > stuff posted. Posting into a void is no fun. Go easy on the lurkers. I know it must be hard not getting anything back from us for all the work you put into writing, but just remember that there *are* a hundred and twenty people here to read stuff. That alone should show how appreciated your work and the work of all the others who post is. It's not a futile as you might think. > /Rauhnee howls as the Plot Creepings bite and hang on for dear > life/ > > ~whines~ I have a novel to write. I don't have time to write > this one ... not like that's going to stop it from happening :/ > This'll be a fun AU. just so long as *someone* keeps on writing *something* I'll be happy. I just hate waiting... --Proxima ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 4 Date: Thu, 12 Oct 2000 07:36:08 -0400 From: "Kane" Subject: Re: FIC: Write me a story Ask and ye shall receive. Please note that this is the first serious attempt at writing I have made in well over a year, so PLEASE give me feedback. If I hear enough good things, I might be persuaded to write more. ;) Title: New Friends from Old Series: None Date: October 12, 2000 Author: Kane Email: kane@gis.net Fandom: SWAT Kats Parings: Jake Clawson/ Chance Furlong Rating: R, possibly NC-17 Codes: AU, Slash (M/M) Status: (Hopefully) Completed. Summary: Jake and Chance are teenagers going to high school together. They've been best friends for years but nothing else has come of it relationship-wise. Jake finaly builds up the courage to ask Chance out and he says yes. Disclaimer: This Fanfic includes sexual encounters between two consenting male teenage kats. If you find such material offensive, stop reading now. ************* New Friends from Old The principal's voice droned on as he read the morning announcements. In homeroom, Jake Clawson was fighting to stay awake. Hundred pound weights seemed to be strapped to his eyelids. *Damn*, he thought, *I let myself go over the summer*. He looked at the clock. 7:32. *He's late again.* The door to the room burst open, and Chance stumbled in. He was panting softly, even at 16 he had acquired a great deal of muscular bulk, earning him his claim to fame as the starting center for the varsity football team. A few of the students looked up at Chance as he entered including Jake, whose face broke into a smile. Chance was wearing that muscle shirt that Jake loved so dearly, arms exposed, showing off the tabby stripes on his arms. His barrel chest filled the shirt seemingly to bursting, hugging the outline of his torso. His legs were covered only by a pair of shorts, proudly displaying his corded thighs. "Hey, Jake!" The bell had rung. There was a mad rush for the door as students scrambled to get to their first class. Jake blinked and looked up. "Oh, hey Chance." "Come on, we're gonna be late," said Chance. Jake got up from his seat and fell into stride next to Chance. "Did you finish that paper?" asked Chance as they walked to English, their only class together. "Yeah," Jake mumbled. "God, I was up till midnight," Chance replied. *Ask him. Ask him now.* "Uh. Chance?" "Yeah, Jake?" ".Never mind." *Damn, blew it.* The day dragged on. Jake couldn't keep his mind off of Chance. As he sat in the back of trigonometry, very bored, he leaned back in his chair and gazed down at his notebook. Aimlessly, he began to doodle. It started out as just a few lines, then it slowly developed further. It was Chance, stripped naked. Every detail, perfect. The strikingly noble features of his face, his massive chest, his. "Mr. Clawson?" Jake jerked out of his reverie, almost falling backwards out of his chair. He quickly turned his notebook over covering the doodle. "Um. yeah?" Mr. Kattaris, the teacher, was looking right at him, as was most of the class. "Not a morning person, I see. I asked if you were ready for Thursday's test." *Test? TEST!?* "Yeah, of course." Mr. Kattaris smiled. "Well then, could you please tell me the law of cosines?" Jake balked. His mouth stopped working. A few snickers were heard. "I suggest you study harder, Mr. Clawson," said Mr. Kattaris. Jake didn't see Chance again until the end of school. He spotted him walking towards the gym for practice. He broke into a run before Chance could meet up with his football buddies. "Chance! Chance!" Chance stopped and turned around, smiling as he saw his best friend. "Hey Jake, what's up?" Jake's hand began to sweat. His felt his pulse pounding in his eardrums. "My parents are going out of town Friday night, and I got whole bunch of videos and a big screen TV. Wanna come over and watch some flicks?" The words tumbled out of his mouth like a waterfall. Chance grinned. "Sure, I'd love to." He turned back to the gym, hefting his duffel bag over his shoulder. "Give me a ring after practice." He said as he walked into the building. A massive weight unhinged from Jake's stomach, replaced by a pleasant sensation of butterflies. He almost skipped as he walked home, springing upstairs to his room without even saying hello to his mother. He tossed his backpack into the corner of his room and pulled out his notebook. He flipped to the doodle in his trigonometry section, which he had finished during his other classes. He gazed at it longingly, admiring both his own artistic talent and the massive endowment he had drawn on Chance. With one hand he unbuckled his pants, never taking his eyes off the drawing. He closed and locked the door, laying back on the bed with his notebook in one hand and his throbbing erection in the other. He closed his eyes and imagined Chance was with him as he relieved his sexual frustration with a happy sigh. Friday seemed to never come. The school day slowed to a crawl. Whenever Jake saw Chance, he seemed to be smiling or winking at him, instantly giving Jake a painful erection. He had to switch to loose fitting jeans after he almost got caught. Every moment at home was spent in either fantasy or masturbation, each vision grew more wild than the last. After an eternity of waiting, Friday finally came. Jake's smile seemed to be surgically grafted onto his face, nothing could spoil his mood. He sat down in trigonometry class in a dreamy haze, reliving his most recent and favorite fantasy. "Mr. Clawson, did you study for the test yesterday?" Suddenly Mr. Kattaris was standing over him, looking even more irritable than usual. Jake blinked and looked up. "Uh, yeah, I did." The teacher's mouth narrowed into a slit as he dropped the test paper face up in front of Jake, showing the bright red F for all to see. "Study harder. You've got detention. I'll see you after class." Jake's heart splashed into his stomach. *No, not today.* His skin crawled as he put the paper into his backpack, ignoring the snickering of his fellow students. Jake's mood had gone from euphoria to despair in a matter of seconds. As the final bell drew near, he looked at the clock, watching the last few seconds tick away. His tightened his grip on his backpack, his fingers kneading the strong fabric tensely. He was out the door and on his way home before the bell stopped ringing. Jake didn't stop running until he got home. He pulled the key out of his pocket and let himself into the empty house, panting in fear and shock. Ditching a detention? That would definitely be a letter home, he would have to watch the mailbox tomorrow. Maybe even a suspension. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He opened his backpack to look at the doodle in his notebook again. A great calm flowed over him as he stared into the drawing. He pressed the book to his chest for a moment, steadying himself. There was a knock on the door. *Chance!* Jake's heart leapt again. He put the notebook away and opened the door. Chance was standing there, in all his glory. "Hey Jake, how come you didn't wait up for me?" asked Chance. "I. wanted to clean things up a bit before you got here," stammered Jake, opening the door wide. "Come on in." Chance smiled as he walked in, dropping his backpack next to Jake's and making himself at home. "Got anything to drink? What do you want to watch first?" Chance asked he walked into the kitchen. Jake looked down at Chance's backpack, casually dropped in front of the closet, next to his own. *I wonder what I would find if I looked in his notebook?* "I got Galaxy Quest. There's Coke in the fridge." *Oh God, please let the rumors be true.* Ten minutes later they were sitting on the couch, a bowl of popcorn in front of them on the table and Galaxy Quest playing on the TV. Chance leaned back into the couch and relaxed, shrugging his heavy shoulders, propping one of his bare feet up on the table. *Break the ice.* "So," said Jake, "how's practice?" Chance looked over at him. "Practice? I thought you didn't like football." "I was just curious." Chance blinked. "It's fine. How's your advanced trig class?" "Fine." "That's not what I heard." Jake sat bolt upright in his seat. "I heard you failed that test," said Chance. "And that you got detention." Jake looked down. "No.yeah, I did." "Why'd you blow it off?" Jake looked back up, directly into Chance's eyes. *He can see through me.* "I. wanted to hang out with you." Chance smiled faintly. "I stopped by detention hall before I came here. When I didn't find you there, I figured that you had gone home instead. Don't worry, I told them I hadn't seen you." He reached over and put his hand on Jake's shoulder. *He touched me!* "So, what's the real reason?" Jake began the shake violently. He felt like he was going to cry. With a tremendous effort, he drew in a deep breath and looked Chance in the eyes again. "There's a rumor around school. that you're gay." Chance's smile fell. He withdrew his hand and stared down at the floor, resting his elbows on his knees. Jake slid over next to him. "We've been best friends since we we're kittens, Chance. You can tell me." Chance sighed heavily. "It's true." Jake's body tensed. He reached out to his old friend, pulling him up towards him, looking once again into his beautiful eyes. "So am I, Chance." Like a dream, the fell into each other, Jake sliding into Chance's warm embrace, laying on top of each other there on the couch, not speaking, just holding each other. Jake inhaled deeply, loving the big kat's clean scent of sweat and muscle. He looked up at Chance, admiring the softness of his face. He leaned up to nuzzle at his neck gently. Chance held Jake a bit closer, returning the warm touch, his breath cascading over the smaller kat's neck. It felt so good. "Chance?" asked Jake. "Would you. take off your shirt?" Chance smiled and sat up on the couch, pulling off his T-shirt with one fluid motion, tossing it aside. It was everything Jake had imagined. His fur was an even cream color all over, a pair of inviting looking nipples just peeking out of the soft fur. The fur did little to hide the definition of his firm stomach. With a longing moan Jake collapsed into the huge chest, burrowing into the soft fur. Chance leaned back, opening his arms wide to accept the smaller kat, gently pressing him to his chest. It was heaven. After a minute of being held in Chance's powerful embrace, Jake began to nuzzle the massive chest. His nose pressed against one of Chance's firm nipples, eliciting a moan from the big kat. With a smile, Jake opened his mouth, pressing his lips around the warm nub and began to suck softly. Chance closed his eyes and moaned out loud, arching his back into Jake's warm mouth. Jake alternated nipples, sucking, licking, and teasing each one, gradually reducing Chance to a whimpering kitten. Finally, when he could take no more teasing, Chance stood up, grinning hugely at Jake. "I think I know what you'd like," he said. As Jake sat up, Chance unbuckled his pants, dropping them around his ankles and stepping out of them. Jake watched with awe as he stripped, he tried not to stare at the massive bulge in Chance's boxers. With a lustful wink, Chance stood upright and flexed, making his muscles bugle and jump. Jake giggled softly, standing up to be hugged again, resting his nose under Chance's chin. He felt a finger tugging on the back of his shirt. "How about you?" whispered Chance. Jake just stoop up and lifted his arms above his head, allowing Chance to remove his shirt and pants. He was quite skinny for his age, still not quite having really gotten into his growth spurt yet, but he still looked lean and tough, his entire slender frame was pure muscle. For a moment they just stood there and giggled, not making any attempt to hide their respective erections. Chance pulled Jake close again, resting his hands on his hips, teasingly flicking at the elastic waistband of Jake's shorts. "Want to?" he asked, his voice still barely a whisper. With his heart pounding, Jake reached down to strip off the tight underwear, revealing his hard cock. With a purr of delight, Chance knelt down in front of him to get a closer look. "Nice. he whispered, reaching around to caress the insides of Jake's thighs. Jake sighed with relief and pleasure, then gasped audibly as Chance's hand found his balls, cupping them, giving them a gentle tug. Chance chuckled softly, kneading the warm, furry sac tenderly. "Need a little help here, partner?" Jake could only tremble and whimper in ecstasy, finally drawing in enough breath to reply. "Y..yes." He then moaned again, his knees almost bucking as Chance's warm, wet tongue caressed the underside of his shaft. Reflexively, he bucked his hips forward, yearning for more of the feather-like touch. Chance was more then willing to help. He gently guided Jake back down onto the couch in a sitting position, spreading his legs a bit. His hand went back to massaging Jake's swollen testicles. "You're gonna love this," he said with a wink, burying his nose in Jake's crotch, engulfing his cock in his mouth and beginning to suck. Jake's shrill moan was almost a howl, only Chance's restraining hand kept him from trying to wildly hump into Chance's mouth. He had never felt such a sensation before. His cock throbbed and dripped precum as Chance nursed eagerly at it, rubbing his tongue around the tip. Jake's breath came in short gasps. "Chance. I'm gonna." At that moment, Chance slid his hand underneath Jake, sliding a finger into the cleft of his buttocks to rub the base of his tail. The effect was electrifying. Jake threw his head back and howled as the most powerful orgasm of his life erupted inside of Chance's sucking muzzle, filling his mouth with creamy kat cum. Chance never missed a beat as he worked Jake, milking him, pulling the cream from him with long, powerful sucks. Moments later, the flow of cum slowed to a trickle, and Jake fell back onto the couch, whimpering and moaning. Chance gave Jake's cock a few more sucks, making sure he had drained his balls dry. He sat back on the floor, his head level with Jake's who had tipped over and was laying on the couch, gasping for breath. Chance smiled and licked his lips, reaching up to rub Jake's shoulders. "How do you feel, buddy?" Jake opened his eyes and groaned. "How.did.you.do that?" Chance smiled and climbed back on the couch, cradling Jake tenderly in his arms. "I had a little experience." Jake sighed as his breath came back to him, snuggling back into the tabby. "Who?" "Ulysses Feral. On the football team. He's gay too. Showed me the ropes." Jake looked up in surprise. "No way! He was a senior when you were a freshman! He graduated last year!" Chance nodded. "Oh yeah. Real cute too, built like a brick, with a head to match. We only went out for a week. Did you know he wants to be an Enforcer?" Jake laughed out loud. "Yeah, right." "It's true. Personally, I just think he has a thing for guys in uniforms." Jake sighed and looked back down at Chance. His was still quite hard, a tiny wet spot spread around the tip of his cock. He reached down and stroked up the massive length. *My fantasy wasn't very far off.* A happy moan escaped Chance. "What about you?" asked Jake, stroking Chance again. Chance slipped his hand down the front of his boxers, wrapping it around his shaft. "I'll be okay." Jake pressed his muzzle back into Chance's chestfur, seeking his nipples and finding them again. "I'll give you a little help." His mouth and hand went back to work on Chance's nipples, sucking and working the harder than before. Chance gave a deep groan, and began to quickly stroke himself off. It wasn't long at all before Chance's shorts were sticky with cum. Jake gently guided the damp boxers off while the tabby relaxed, basking in the warm glow of his orgasm. "What does it taste like?" asked Jake. Chance sighed deeply, a happy grin on his face. "See for yourself," he said, shifting around a bit on the couch. Jake knelt and curiously licked at the small splatter of cum that still covered Chance's shrinking cock. He made a face as he tasted it. Chance laughed. "You get used to it. There's a towel in my bag, would you get it and clean me up?" It was much later. Jake had rewound the tape to watch it again, since they had missed most of it. They nestled together for warmth and for love as they watched, their clothes discarded on the floor. Occasionally, Jake would lean over to give Chance's nipple a soft kiss, which never failed to cause Chance to moan softly. As Jake pressed himself back into Chance's deep chest, he decided that he liked the taste of his new boyfriend. [This message contained attachments] ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Subject: [SWATKats_Adult] Digest Number 323 Date: 13 Oct 2000 11:59:21 -0000 From: SWATKats_Adult@egroups.com To: SWATKats_Adult@egroups.com -------------------------- eGroups Sponsor -------------------------~-~> eGroups eLerts It's Easy. It's Fun. Best of All, it's Free! http://click.egroups.com/1/9698/0/_/450810/_/971438361/ ---------------------------------------------------------------------_-> FAQ/ Rules: http://www.swatkats.net/~lists/ MKC BlackNet: http://www.swatkats.org The Galleries: http://www.Shadowynd.com/~calis ------------------------------------------------------------------------ There are 7 messages in this issue. Topics in this digest: 1. Re: Write me a story From: "Id Wielder" 2. Re: Write me a story From: Brian Newman 3. Re: FIC: Write me a story From: "Id Wielder" 4. Re: FIC: Write me a story From: "Proxima Shatterclaw" 5. Re: Write me a story From: "Proxima Shatterclaw" 6. Re: Re: Write me a story From: "Id Wielder" 7. Re: Write me a story From: "Proxima Shatterclaw" ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 1 Date: Wed, 11 Oct 2000 22:49:35 CDT From: "Id Wielder" Subject: Re: Write me a story >Proxima Shatterclaw wrote: > > No no, I'm not just complaining about the lack of new material here >(although the lack of new work is just no fun). > >Not to whine here, but if more than a pawful of folks out of the >hundred and twenty here gave feedback, there'd probably be more >stuff posted. Posting into a void is no fun. I agree! > > I actualy have a premise that I'd love to see written into a story: > >/Rauhnee howls as the Plot Creepings bite and hang on for dear >life/ (Grrr. Grab. Bite. Snag.) :) >~whines~ I have a novel to write. I don't have time to write >this one ... not like that's going to stop it from happening :/ >This'll be a fun AU. Or you can give into an interesting temptation, and let me give it a try. I know you like my writings. It might take some time as I have a few others on the slate first, but I can add it to the shrinking list. Wielder _________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com. Share information about yourself, create your own public profile at http://profiles.msn.com. ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 2 Date: Thu, 12 Oct 2000 06:39:32 -0700 (PDT) From: Brian Newman Subject: Re: Write me a story I just wanted to say that I love to see all of the art and stories that Rauhnee, Wielder, and all the rest put out. Even if I don't necessarily go for what's depicted in that particular work, I enjoy seeing it, and I save most of them for my, er, personal use. ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 3 Date: Thu, 12 Oct 2000 12:58:41 CDT From: "Id Wielder" Subject: Re: FIC: Write me a story >Title: New Friends from Old >Series: None >Date: October 12, 2000 >Author: Kane >Email: kane@gis.net >Fandom: SWAT Kats >Parings: Jake Clawson/ Chance Furlong >Rating: R, possibly NC-17 >Codes: AU, Slash (M/M) >Status: (Hopefully) Completed. This was a superb story. It was great. IT had genuine romantic tendeness, and captured the emotions wonderfully. I look forwrd to more stoire by you as soon as you get time. >It was much later. Jake had rewound the tape to watch it again, since they >had missed most of it. They nestled together for warmth and for love as >they watched, their clothes discarded on the floor. Occasionally, Jake >would lean over to give Chance's nipple a soft kiss, which never failed to >cause Chance to moan softly. As Jake pressed himself back into Chance's >deep chest, he decided that he liked the taste of his new boyfriend. (Now there's a line that conjures images. Very nice.) I enjoyed this story and the overal romantic tenderness. Please write more. Wielder _________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com. Share information about yourself, create your own public profile at http://profiles.msn.com. ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 4 Date: Thu, 12 Oct 2000 21:40:37 -0000 From: "Proxima Shatterclaw" Subject: Re: FIC: Write me a story Kane wrote: > Ask and ye shall receive. You've just got to love the service here :) Please note that this is the first serious attempt at writing I have made in well over a year, so PLEASE give me feedback. If I hear enough good things, I might be persuaded to write more. ;) Glad you came back. I realy liked the story a lot. I'm a sucker for romance and I think you did a good job of capturing the emotion. Good job on showing Jake's nervousness at the beginging too. You made me a happy kat. --Proxima ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 5 Date: Thu, 12 Oct 2000 21:50:56 -0000 From: "Proxima Shatterclaw" Subject: Re: Write me a story Wielder wrote: > Or you can give into an interesting temptation, and let me give it > a try. I know you like my writings. It might take some time as I > have a few others on the slate first, but I can add it to the > shrinking list. What's this: Might I get two versions of my idea AND the promise of more fics to come? This just keeps on getting better and better :) --Proxima ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 6 Date: Thu, 12 Oct 2000 17:11:01 CDT From: "Id Wielder" Subject: Re: Re: Write me a story >Wielder wrote: > > > Or you can give into an interesting temptation, and let me give it > > a try. I know you like my writings. It might take some time as I > > have a few others on the slate first, but I can add it to the > > shrinking list. > >What's this: Might I get two versions of my idea AND the promise of >more fics to come? This just keeps on getting better and better :) Well, I've decided that if I do approach this story, I'm going to work from the angle of Jake and Chance meeting for the first time at the Enforcers Academy. It may be similar, but I'm not really too interested in doing a high school version. Still interested? Of course you may have to wiat a few weeks until I get it though. Wielder _________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com. Share information about yourself, create your own public profile at http://profiles.msn.com. ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 7 Date: Thu, 12 Oct 2000 23:15:03 -0000 From: "Proxima Shatterclaw" Subject: Re: Write me a story Id Wielder wrote: > Well, I've decided that if I do approach this story, I'm going to > work from the angle of Jake and Chance meeting for the first time > at the Enforcers Academy. It may be similar, but I'm not really > too interested in doing a high school version. Still interested? Of course! Like I said, it was just an idea swiming around my head. The entire point of my request was to see what someone else would do with it. If that means that you want change the time that it takes place or their relationship before the story, great! Do what you want. I'll still love to read it. (I just hope you'll keep the whole kitty-love romantic aspect to it.) > Of course you may have to wiat a few weeks until I get it though. If I must. You did say someting about other projects that might come first, didn't you? --Proxima ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Subject: [SWATKats_Adult] Digest Number 324 Date: 15 Oct 2000 09:42:54 -0000 From: SWATKats_Adult@egroups.com To: SWATKats_Adult@egroups.com -------------------------- eGroups Sponsor -------------------------~-~> eLerts It's Easy. It's Fun. Best of All, it's Free! http://click.egroups.com/1/9699/0/_/450810/_/971602974/ ---------------------------------------------------------------------_-> FAQ/ Rules: http://www.swatkats.net/~lists/ MKC BlackNet: http://www.swatkats.org The Galleries: http://www.Shadowynd.com/~calis ------------------------------------------------------------------------ There are 6 messages in this issue. Topics in this digest: 1. OT: E-Mail Fritz From: Rauhnee Ranshanka 2. FIC: Risk and Reward From: Rauhnee Ranshanka 3. Re: FIC: Write me a stor From: Rauhnee Ranshanka 4. Re: Write me a story From: Rauhnee Ranshanka 5. Re: FIC: Risk and Reward From: "Proxima Shatterclaw" 6. Re: Re: FIC: Risk and Reward From: "Kane" ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 1 Date: Sat, 14 Oct 2000 05:28:32 -0700 From: Rauhnee Ranshanka Subject: OT: E-Mail Fritz My apologies for the near-spam, but I'm hoping to reach everyone that might have tried to talk to me off-list recently. Most of my e-mail accounts have been freaking out for the past couple days. It's not completely fixed yet, but I seem to be getting mail reliably at this addy and gatekat@swatkats.net again. If you sent anything to me privately in that time and I haven't answered it, I didn't get it; could you please resend? Listmail I'll get through the archives, but I'll be a little slow about it. Again, apologies to everyone that this doesn't pertain to and to those it's inconveniencing. -- Rauhnee ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 2 Date: Sat, 14 Oct 2000 16:08:54 -0700 From: Rauhnee Ranshanka Subject: FIC: Risk and Reward Title: Risk and Reward Date: October 11, 2000 Author: Rauhnee Ranshanka Email: GateKat@SWATKats.net Fandom: SWAT Kats Parings: Jake Clawson/ Chance Furlong Rating: NC-17 Codes: Slash (M/M), First Times, AU Status: New. Finished. Spoilers: None, pre-show. Summary: At the risk of a lifelong friendship, Jake Clawson makes a choice in high school in hope of fulfilling a dream. Disclaimers: Not mine, but TPTB weren't letting them play. Notes: For Proxima's SKA Story Challenge: Jake and Chance are teenagers going to high school together. They've been best friends for years but nothing else has come of it relationship-wise. Jake finally builds up the courage to ask Chance out and he says yes. Jake spends the next couple of days going crazy making sure that their first date will go perfectly. Do Jake's plans fall apart? Does it turn out to be a beautifully romantic evening? Does anything happen after the date ;)? It's all up to you. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Jake Clawson shivered despite the hot water of his morning shower as he stroked himself, kneeling with lean legs spread wide on the warm fiberglass. Water and steam wrapped around him, adding random pinpricks and flowing trickles of liquid through his fur to the steady pressure of his hand. His mind familiar enough with this fantasy to easily supply the required modifications to his senses. He worked himself hard, knowing he didn't have much time to indulge himself this morning. From innocent touches of friendship and comfort he imaged his hands as the tabby lover he hadn't dared approach yet. Fingers far bigger than his own stroked him; strong, fast motions along the length of nearly bare flesh; slower, teasing claws through the fur of his chest and legs. He made no attempt to forestall his building climax and clenched his teeth to smother the groaning roar rumbling up from his balls. It didn't matter that there was no one in the apartment to hear him; it didn't feel right to give voice to his pleasure like that. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Chance Furlong settled into his desk in first period on Monday with a slightly concerned glance for the one next to him. His best friend almost always beat him to class. Of course, the lean tom actually _liked_ school, which was a good deal more than the tabby could say for himself. This, and the collage courses to follow, were just a necessary evil to become an Enforcer pilot. Chance was just grateful he was smart enough to coast through most of them, especially these early morning ones. "Hi, buddy." The tabby turned his head as his ear was swatted, but grinned at the shorter cinnamon tom anyway. "Hi, yourself. Where you been?" "Uuuh ..." Jake's mind desperately searched for an acceptable answer for the heavily muscled tom still showing the marks of more growth to come. "Found a girlfriend?" Chance snickered as his friend blushed beneath reddish fur and took his seat under the curious gaze of the dozen-odd Kats already in the room. "Or would that be a boyfriend?" Jake stopped breathing and flushed brighter before he looked away, pretending to deal with getting the history books out of his backpack. "Nno. Just, didn't feel like moving very fast this morning." "You okay?" "Yyah." The lean tom shivered at the concern in his friend's voice. "Just not one of my ... better mornings. Are you still coming over Saturday?" "Of course." The tabby blinked in absolute confusion. "I'd never miss your birthday." "Would you ..." Jake voice dropped to a uncertain whisper. "Urr, well, like to come over dinner or something, tonight?" "You bet." He smiled with real enthusiasm at the thought of the other tom's cooking. The morning bell rang before he could ask why Jake was so nervous that his company and food wouldn't be wanted. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ They didn't get another opportunity to talk until Chance caught up with his friend in the parking lot after school. "Hay Jake!" He called over the rumble of cinnamon tom's motorcycle starting up. Jake glanced over and let the motor lower to an idle as he pulled the helmet off, nervousness apparent in every line of his not quite grown body as he waited for what the tabby wanted. "Where you rushing off too?" He almost panted after running across the entire campus with his backpack and helmet. "Just home." "Mind if I hang out ... while you cook?" He hesitated as something he couldn't identify flickered in amber eyes as they settled on his black helmet with gold lightning bolts between the ear-holes. "Umm, sure." Jake shifted forward a little so the bigger Kat could sit behind him and tried desperately not to groan as strong, muscular arms wrapped around him, so close to the embrace he dreamed of as he fell asleep it hurt. "You okay?" Chance's truly concerned whisper was in his ear. "Ye .. yes." He breathed unsteadily and pulled out at high speed before another question could be asked, or he did something extremely stupid in front of half the student body. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ As they nearly flew through busy streets to Jake's apartment, Chance's mind rolled over what he knew, what he'd heard, and what he was smelling now in his friend's scent; traces growing arousal and fear not even the fast wind could sweep away completely. It all added up to a single answer; his kittenhood best friend had a thing for him, and he wasn't likely to make the first move. Jake never had before with his boyfriends or girlfriends after all, and the inexperienced tom was clearly too uncertain to be counted on to make that more-than-friends offer. The tabby was startled with he realized they'd stopped, but managed to get off the bike before his hesitation drew attention. "You never did tell how you managed to get a place to yourself ..." He asked as a distraction, for both of them. "Hu ... oh, umm, I ..." He dropped his eyes as he opened the door to a slightly-better-than-student-class two bedroom apartment. "I don't have any family left." Chance scrunched his brows as they walked in and locked the door behind them. "Wouldn't Kitten Services have set you up with a foster family or something?" He instantly regretted the question as his friend shivered and looked completely away from him. "They would ..." His voice dropped very low. "If they knew." "Hu?" The tabby couldn't help the wordless question as he followed Jake into the kitchen. "I'm a reasonably good forger when I have the incentive." He sort of confessed and offered the tabby a milk can. "And KS is big enough not to ask too many question when everything looks to be in order." "I ... think I'd rather have juice or something." He rested his hand on the leanly muscled shoulder, something between a caress and a friendly touch. He wasn't a bit surprised when his friend froze, looking at him with an unreadable expression as he removed his hand. "Is that not okay?" "It's ... okay." Jake shook slightly as he returned the milk and pulled a pitcher of ice tea out. "This work?" "Sure." Chance backed off a bit, covering his own uncertainty by getting two glasses from the cupboard. "Just not really feeling like getting drunk tonight." "Oh." Jake tried to hide his disappointment as he poured their drinks. "So what do you want to do till it's time for dinner?" Chance thought a moment, considering his options in bringing up being boyfriends, or at least satisfying the hunger his friend had for him if that's all it was. "I don't know, maybe watch a movie or something?" "Sounds good to me." Jake managed to smile. Chance accepted his glass and followed the increasingly unsettled tom to the living room and lounged on the slightly warn dark couch. While the lean Kat's back was turned to him, he took a moment to really look at his friend. Not really what he was into, but the pure, hard muscled frame had its appeal, even without the mass and height he liked. Then there was that nice ass, and fairly graceful movements. Overall, he could see what others saw there ... and knew from experience that his friend's mind was a source of attraction too. It would hardly be a sacrifice to pleasure that body, and the Kat who owned it. "Anything in particular?" Jake called while skimming through his collection. "Umm, one of those dinos on an island horror flicks?" "BloodClaw one, two, or three ... or Terror from Alkatraz?" He'd pulled all four cases out. "BloodClaw three." Chance grinned, remembering a particularly ... useful scene for his plans. He blinked as the lights went out and the small TV glowed to life with the first strings of the movie's intro credits. "The _only_ way to watch it outside a theater." Jake's amused voice was next to him as the couch settled from the extra weight. "Too true." The tabby grinned widely, hoping Jake was trying to make this as simple as possible; giving easy openings for him to offer as much as the lean tom wanted. Chance paid just enough attention to the film to know where it was, waiting for the two leads to get to the point and make out in the tall grass. The rest of his considerable focus was directed at being very subtle in his seduction of the aroused tom next to him. "Ch ... Chance?" Jake's voice was shaky. "Mmm?" He leaned back a little, catching the glitter off wide eyes. "I ... what ... urrr ... what are you trying to do?" "I can smell what you want, buddy. What you've wanted for a while now." Chance spoke softly and seriously, backing off some more but never quite braking contact. "I'm willing." He was half surprised not to feel any response in the lean frame, then the silence stretched between them too long for comfort. "I am wrong?" "No." The whisper echoed in both their ears, sounding much louder than it actually was, but there was no happiness in that voice. "You're right." "Do you not want to ...." Chance let his voice drift off, not prepared for this lack of enthusiasm. Fear, uncertainty, nervousness ... anything that minimal experience caused he was ready for, but not apathy. "Yes, I want to have sex with you." His voice was dull, hurting. "Then what's the problem?" The tabby gave up on guessing games as his own cock started to ache. "Beats the hell out of me." He pulled away, but only moved a couple paces. Chance moved behind the shorter tom and embraced him, kissing the exposed neck. "Let me get you off at least." He shifted them both and pulled his friend tight and kissed him chastely, even more confused as the lean body nearly melted against him and decided to switch tactics for as long as his body would allow. "Let's lie down in bed. I'll do nothing you ask me not to. Okay?" "Ookay." Jake barely had control of his body as the big tabby lead them into another dark room and urged him onto the familiar surface of his bed. He fought to control his breathing enough to form the words he hadn't really accepted himself. "Don't want sex ... I want your love." "Oh." Chance froze, meeting half-lidded eyes. "I ... I ...." "I know Chance." Jake closed his eyes and pulled his shirt off with a minimum of movement as he gathered himself to stand and caress the broad, bare chest he'd fantasized about so long. "Just ... needed you to know ... this isn't just lust for me. I can accept it is for you." "Oh." He ran thick fingers through soft cinnamon fur, nearly drowning in the heady arousal from both their bodies, not wanting to hear the words his best friend was saying as the lean tom undid both their belts with shaking hands, but went no further. He angled his head to tease the tabby's small nipples, one of the few fur-free areas of his body, drawing a pleasured purr from the tom. "I ... I've never done this ..." He looked up at his friend. "I ... I want to ... go ... go all the way. With you." He started shaking too hard to continue and tried to burrow into the broad chest, fear spiraling strongly through his scent. Chance swallowed as the full implications of what was being said sank in. He'd known his friend was inexperienced ... but not that he was still a virgin. He shivered at memories of his own first time under to another tom, less than two years before. A less than pleasant experience by any standards; and his friend was more afraid than he'd been. "Shu, Jake." He shook himself out of revere and shock to stroke the lean tom's shoulders and back. "I promise, I won't hurt you." He tipped Jake's chin up for a slow, tender kiss. "I need you to trust me that much, to believe that I will never do anything to hurt you." Jake stilled and nodded weakly. "I trust you." "Are you sure you want this?" Chance urged the compliant tom to lie on the bed after pulling the blankets down. "Without the promise of a mate?" "Yes." Jake pushed his shorts and underwear down, then kicked them off, leaving him completely naked in the darkness, open and exposed to hungry eyes long accustomed to the dim light. He turned his head to watch the tabby strip teasingly; even here, it was clear who was more comfortable with their body. "Relax, love." Chance crooned as he slid next to his slender lover-to-be, resting one hand on Jake's chest, feeling just how fast the tom was breathing. "I promise, you'll feel good." He regarded the body laid out next to him and decided that he looked better naked than dressed, and felt much better. "Promise you'll tell me if I do something you don't like, or doesn't feel good." "I will." He whispered, trying to get his body under some semblance of control. Chance unsheathed one claw and began tracing patters in dark fur, following the musculature, urging him to relax, to stop being afraid. "Please ..." "Please what, love?" Chance purred as he ran his hand up the inside of Jake's thigh. "More ..." He gasped, his head arched back as he tried to make contact between the wondering hand and his crotch. "Don't tease me. Not today." The tabby chuckled and complied, closing his fist around his partner's throbbing erection. He took time to savor the feel of the differences between them, and the erotically needy whimpers his touch drew. He shifted to kiss Jake as deeply as the tom allowed. Eagerly tasting his friend in this new way, and rubbed his own straining flesh against a hard muscled leg. Jake shook his head loose of the kiss and growled. "In me, before I come." "Easy ... that might not be possible." He hesitated at the angrily flicked back ears. "Jake, do you trust me?" "Yes." "Then trust me to pleasure you, and give you what you want the best way I know how." "All ... all right." Jake stretched tentatively, leaving his hands above his head and spreading his legs as far apart as the bed and body next to him would allow. "Do as you will." Chance desperately tried to control his response to those words, knowing that there was no way his friend meant it _that_ way. "You won't regret it, love." He lowered himself to kneel between spread legs and ghosted a breath over straining flesh, smiling as Jake's hips jerked up and a needy groan reached his ears. With the smell of precome and need thick in his nose Chance easily swallowed the full length of his partner's cock while gently rolling smallish balls in his hand. He held the tom's straining hips down with the other, a touch surprised by just how strong the lean Kat was as he suckled up and down the barbed length. A strangled, gurgling cry and a single stronger thrust were Chance's first and last warnings before gooey come sprayed across his tongue and down his throat. He swallowed quickly, but taking enough time to taste, and wonder at the almost complete lack of flavor. When Jake had stilled except for breathing, exhausted and spent, the tabby rolled to his side and stretched alongside the smaller tom. "Decent start?" "Yah." Jake's eyes were still closed, relaxed in the orgasm's aftereffects. When he'd calmed enough to breathe easily he rolled over to his elbows and knees, tail to one side. "Now _that_ is a nice view." Chance purred appreciatively as he studied the offering posture, almost too horny to deal with what was coming. "So are you going to do anything but look?" His voice was half tease, half demand. "Oh, definitely going to do something about it." He chuckled hungrily, moving behind those lean hips and stroked them possessively, each stroke bringing his thumbs closer to the closed pucker, and the breaking point of his control. "Jake ..." "Just do it if you're that hard." His voice was soft, unconcerned with the repercussions of his offer. "No, love." The tabby managed between hard breaths. "I won't do that to you, won't hurt you." "Then," Jake curled forward and around, bringing his muzzle within inches of the golden-tan crotch and bright red flesh and purred. "Let me calm you down." "You ...." "_Some_ things I've experimented with a little more." He grinned up. "Uly thought I was rather good at this." He stroked the throbbing erection with a feather-light touch, teasing with a somewhat experience hand. "Ohhh ..." Chance closed his eyes and breathed in sharply. "I don't even want to know how to ended up with him." "Do you want to see what I leaned with him or not?" Jake grinned. "Yes." Chance's hands went to the head engulfing him by reflex and he groaned as he was sucked and licked with smooth precision. "Gods, yes." A chuckling purr vibrated the length of his cock and up his spine in response, and the tabby had little question that his friend had a fair amount of experience at _this_ form of sex. The warm heat and suction disappeared for a moment, only to find his balls and he spread his legs wider in response, offering his body to this pleasure-giver he'd seriously underestimated. Then Jake was inches from his face, fingers finding the pressure points to stop the tabby's impending orgasm with ease. "When will you mount me if you come now?" He breathed heavily, already partially aroused again. Chance focused with some difficulty to meet his lover's steady gaze. "Tonight ... let me stay in your bed... we'll have plenty of time ..." He didn't even finish the idea before Jake had swallowed him again with both hands holding his hips steady against his best efforts as he roared. With stars in front of his eyes the tabby did his best not to crush his lover as his muscles went to Jell-O. He was only partially aware of the smaller tom pulling the blankets up and settling in against him. Still he managed to feel disturbed at how different this felt from all his other encounters, how badly he never wanted this night to end. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ _Chance pulled his willing mate close and smiled into his hair during the last dance of their senior prom, still chuckling lightly to himself at their award of 'The Couple Who Took the Longest to Get a Clue.' Though he wasn't so sure he was happy about Jake 'Student Most Likely to Blow Up the City' one._ -- End: Risk and Reward 1 ... 1/1 by Rauhnee Ranshanka GateKat@SWATKats.Net http://www.Shadowynd.com/~rauhnee/index.html ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 3 Date: Sat, 14 Oct 2000 17:05:49 -0700 From: Rauhnee Ranshanka Subject: Re: FIC: Write me a stor > Kane wrote: > Title: New Friends from Old I still think it's very yummy :) I want more yummy stories ... -- Rauhnee ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 4 Date: Sat, 14 Oct 2000 17:06:12 -0700 From: Rauhnee Ranshanka Subject: Re: Write me a story Id Wielder wrote: > Or you can give into an interesting temptation, and let me give it > a try. How about we both do :) I want to see your vision of this ~evil grin~ -- Rauhnee ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 5 Date: Sun, 15 Oct 2000 00:42:46 -0000 From: "Proxima Shatterclaw" Subject: Re: FIC: Risk and Reward Rauhnee Ranshanka wrote: > For Proxima's SKA Story Challenge: And I though that you said that you didn't have time for my little challenge. Glad you came to your senses. Your pleasent surprise made me a very happy kat. I just hope I didn't pull you away from your novel for too long. I absolutly loved to emotion (or lack of it at times) that Jake showed. I realy empathized with his fealings of want, in an emotional sense, towards Chance and his sadness of knowing that he couldn't have what he wanted. You always to wonders with that kat. Just a point of intrest: I noticed some similarities between this story and Kane's. Both had Chance come over to Jake's to watch movies and in both stories one of the characters had a past relationship with Uly. Still, both stories were VERY different. Interesting. Now all we have to do is wait for Wielder's version... --Proxima ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 6 Date: Sat, 14 Oct 2000 22:59:23 -0400 From: "Kane" Subject: Re: Re: FIC: Risk and Reward >Just a point of intrest: I noticed some similarities between this >story and Kane's. Both had Chance come over to Jake's to watch movies >and in both stories one of the characters had a past relationship >with Uly. Still, both stories were VERY different. Interesting. Hah! I knew it! Often imitated, never duplicated. ;) --Kane [This message contained attachments] ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Subject: [SWATKats_Adult] Digest Number 325 Date: 16 Oct 2000 11:23:24 -0000 From: SWATKats_Adult@egroups.com To: SWATKats_Adult@egroups.com -------------------------- eGroups Sponsor -------------------------~-~> eGroups eLerts It's Easy. It's Fun. Best of All, it's Free! http://click.egroups.com/1/9698/0/_/450810/_/971695404/ ---------------------------------------------------------------------_-> FAQ/ Rules: http://www.swatkats.net/~lists/ MKC BlackNet: http://www.swatkats.org The Galleries: http://www.Shadowynd.com/~calis ------------------------------------------------------------------------ There are 2 messages in this issue. Topics in this digest: 1. Re: Re: FIC: Risk and Reward From: Rauhnee Ranshanka 2. Ai Wa Boomerang From: Rahshu Az-Mansur ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 1 Date: Sun, 15 Oct 2000 20:40:41 -0700 From: Rauhnee Ranshanka Subject: Re: Re: FIC: Risk and Reward Proxima Shatterclaw wrote: > Rauhnee Ranshanka wrote: > And I though that you said that you didn't have time for my little challenge. I said that no time never stopped me before either :) > I just hope I didn't pull you away from your novel for too long. Nah, sometimes it's good to have a break. It's not like I really have an actual deadline for it. > I absolutly loved to emotion (or lack of it at times) that Jake > showed. I realy empathized with his fealings of want, in an > emotional sense, towards Chance and his sadness of knowing that he > couldn't have what he wanted. You always to wonders with that kat. Thank you. I'm glad you liked it. > Just a point of intrest: I noticed some similarities between this > story and Kane's. Both had Chance come over to Jake's to watch movies What else do two teenage males do? Somehow I don't think they're the paper RPG types I hung out with ... > and in both stories one of the characters had a past relationship with Uly. ~grins~ Because he so *fun* to mate up with at least one of them. > Still, both stories were VERY different. Interesting. That's what you get with challenges ... lots of similarities and lots of differences. > Now all we have to do is wait for Wielder's version... And a second one from me :/ The _other_ Jake Clawson I work with regularly from demanding *his* version gets written. ~long suffering sigh~ It's ... different. To say the least. NC-17 het content for starters ... My Muses get weird on occasion. -- Rauhnee (Het sex and Jake ... what the hell'd he get into?) ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 2 Date: Mon, 16 Oct 2000 02:37:51 -0700 (PDT) From: Rahshu Az-Mansur Subject: Ai Wa Boomerang In response to Proxima's story challenge, I present my take to this idea: "Jake and Chance are teenagers going to highschool together. They've been best friends for years but nothing else has come of it relationship-wise. Jake finaly builds up the courage to ask Chance out and he says yes. Jake spends the next couple of days going crazy making sure that their first date will go perfectly. "Do Jake's plans fall appart? Does it turn out to be a beautifully romantic evening? Does anything happen after the date ;)? It's all up to you." I really took liberties with this, but hey, I don't think anyone'll complain too much. Just be sure that if ya read it, read through the whole thing. And yeah, I sorta appologuise for the depressave nature of this peice. I learned a few days ago that a friend of mine was thrown in jail solely because he was gay, and I've had an interesting time coping with it. (Attachment: Ai Wa Boomerang.txt) ---------- (Title : Ai Wa Boomerang ) (Author: Rahshu Az-Mansur ) (Date : October 12, 2000 ) (Email : gvvy03@snowcrest.net ) (Note : Inspired by past and present ) ( experiances ) ___________________________________________________________________________________________ The stars know everything, twinkling in suspended animation, their travels across the sky give the observer a look of peace and serenity. This is what one kat felt like looking out his window. He was a dreamer, with a love for electronics and engineering. Coppery brown, his fur gleamed in the moonlight, his dark brown eyes gazing up at the moon. "The heavens appear so peaceful." he mumbled to himself, letting the cool breeze of the open window waft across his face. He was sitting in his room, elbows rested on the window frame, gazing out at the Megakat City skyline. It was late at night, and most of the city was in bed. It was times like this that Jake could sit back and let the troubles of the day dissapate. Tomorrow would be another day, and with that meant a number of things. Being only sixteen, Jake would have school to bear. There was a test he hadn't studied for, and he had a bunch of papers to fill out before tomorrow. None of these things really tested his knowledge. They just took a lot of time and seemed to serve no real purpose. No matter. Things came easy to him, despite the fact that he felt bored most of the time. While everyone was busy ignoring the teacher, he'd occasionally glance around at the more attractive members of his classes. He always noticed that his eyes always lingered on the larger guys in his classes. Somehow, he liked kats built like a tank, able to hold their own in any situation. He smiled as he remembered one particualy attractive kat. From the sheer size of the kat to his saphire eyes, he was very much something to behold. Cocky and sure-footed, yet relaxed and easy-going, Chance always got caught in Jake's gaze. Perhaps it was the way that the light shimmered off of his blonde and brown fur, criscrossing his powerful arms that Jake liked. Or it might have been how Chance dressed in loose-fitting clothes, letting the mind run wild about what lay underneath. Chance looked like he'd be one to take a liking to skateboarding, the way how he dressed. Who knew? Chance always liked doing things fast and furious. The more extreme something was, the better he liked it. Even though Chance was seventeen and a year older than Jake, and by far more popular than Jake, they chared a class together. It was pure torture. Here was a kat that Jake absolutely adored in more ways than one, and he couldn't get near him. Chance's appearance just demanded both attention and respect at the same time, and he got it from everyone. What Jake would do for Chance even look at him, or even say hi to him. Jake couldn't help but grin as he thought of Chance. His mind clouded over. In his mind Chance was standing in front of Jake, holding onto Jake's shoulders, grinning at him. Somehow, Chance's shirt melted away, revealing his bare upper body. Jake was quick to nuzzle up into Chance's powerful chest, feeling that his arms were now around him, holding tightly. It was Jake's secret dream to be in Chance's embrace, nuzzling up to his bare chest. Heck, Jake wanted to date Chance! He was totally in love with the guy. The poor kat dominated his thinking almost entirely. Jake sighed with content as he looked out to the night sky... ___________________________________________________________________________________________ Jake walked through the halls of his high school in a daze. He didn't get much sleep last night. His mind couldn't let him sleep. All he could do was to think of Chance. No matter how much he told himself that Chance probably had a girlfriend. But it did no use. Jake couldn't get Chance off his mind. Speaking of which, he realized his next class was the one with Chance. His heart leapt a beat. Room 302, Jake turned the handle to the door. He was standing in a hall in the school entirely colored in purple. The floors, ceiling, and walls all had various shades of purple on everything. The halls of the school were all color-coated in this way. There was two orange halls, two pink halls, two purple halls, two green halls, and one blue hall, complete with skylights in the ceiling. The school had two floors, color-coated to match the floor above or below the other hall. It was like walking through someone else's acid trip. Putting this aside, Jake walked into the room, also colored in purple. It was one of the few rooms to have two doors leading out to the hall, one of them squeaked loudly when passing through. Jake took his usual seat, second chair from the front in the center of the room. From where he sat, he could never see the front of class, which he thought was slightly amusing. Then again, he didn't care too much about the class he was in. The subject "Feline Behavioral Studies" was nothing more than boredom lasting for an hour and a half. Jake tiredly sighed as he looked to the board, secretly wishing for something with caffeine in it to keep him awake. Lazily looking at the blackboard (the old run down school had not seen too many improvements in it's past seventy years), and gazed at what was written there. Reading from right to left, he picked up a few words. One in particular was the word "live." This sparking some curiosity, he read "Today's topic: The faggot and the evil they cause. Test on Wednesday" The board was full of remarks describing how the gay community supposedly destroys marriages and molests children under the age of seven. Jake silently wondered what else the teacher had put up on the board in the past. Jake wasn't too surprised by anything he read. It was commonly accepted that kats only fell in love with the other gender, unless they were criminally insane. Jake only felt upset that he'd have to listen to his teacher preach hatred again. Breaking his concentration, Jake was surprised to see a large kat sit in the seat right in front of him, blocking his view of the board. Looking in surprise, Jake realized that Chance had just sat down in front of him. Jake smiled, knowing that his love was with him. Okay, so Chance knew nothing about how he felt. He could dream right? The class had assembled by now and were already talking wildly amongst each other. Jake watched Chance turn and talk with someone next to him. Jake watched Chance's back muscles flex underneath the shirt he was wearing. Chance's tank top he was wearing seemed unusually tight on him, clearly defining his bulky and firm backside. It was hard for Jake not to stare at what was in front of him. In the next moment, Chance was handed a shirt from one of his friends, which he put on over his tank top. Jake sighed to himself and thought of how he liked Chance better without the shirt. The next moment, the teacher began to speak. The class quieted down slightly. "Today, we take a look at the root cause for everything that is wrong with Megakat City." The teacher announced, before droning onward. Did Chance seem to slump in his chair when he heard the teacher? Granted, he was slouched in his chair, as if to say "I refuse to hear this." But then again, nobody was paying full attention anyway. Jake spent the rest of the class period drawing technical diagrams in this notebook and glancing foreward, taking a peek at the beauty in front of him. Things got quiet all of a sudden, and he glanced around, wondering what was up. Everybody seemed to be glancing at him, when Chance spoke. "Oh I wasn't paying attention. Only losers pay attention to you!" Chance's words were carefree and cocky. The rest of the class laughed at him. Jake knew he was missing something. "Chance, go stand outside. I'll deal with you at the end of class." the teacher barked, slightly red-faced. Chance casually moped out the door with a shrug. The teacher turned to Jake "Well Chance couldn't get it. Let's see if Jake can. So Jake, what's the answer?" Jake looked back at the teacher, without a clue as how to answer. He looked at his notes only to find technical drawings of some jet he had been diagraming. Wait, Chance was outside. Perhaps he was still out there. Looking back at the teacher, he gave his definitave answer. "Thirty-six?" Jake heard a few of the people in class laugh at him. The teacher sighed. "You weren't paying attention I take it. Go stand in the hall and I'll deal with you later." Jake walked outside with his head down. He knew he wasn't going to like what he was going to have to face after class, but at least he didn't have to sit around in class all day. As soon as he closed the door behind him, he was greeted by a familiar face. Chance was standing in the hall across from the door. Chance waved at Jake, motioning him over to stand next to him. "Hey, she threw you out also?" Jake smiled and said "I don't really care for her. Should do that more often." Jake stood next to Chance, leaning up against the wall. Chance chuckled a bit. "I don't know where she gets off teaching that crud. Today, it's gays are crazy, and yesterday it was ethnic kats are stupid. She gets paid for teaching that crud?" Jake laughed "I don't even listen to her myself. Not worth my time." "Yeah I hear you." Chance said, "I dunno 'bout you, but I know a few kats who were gay. They weren't bad at all. Heck, I made good friends with them." Jake looked at him for a second. This was all too much. Here he was involved in conversation with Chance, his secret admirer. That was weird enough for him! Did Chance hate him yet? Was he saying anything wrong? Did his hair look right? Did he have bad breath? "Hey, okay I can take a hint. You think I'm crazy I bet!" Chance laughed off Jake's experssion easily enough. Jake realized that he had done something wrong. "Oh no, I just didn't expect you to say that - I mean... It's cute really!" This time it was Chance's turn to look funny at Jake. His beautiful sapphyre eyes were blindingly pure, full of life. The sunlight caressed his fur, as it shined through a nearby window. "Cute?" Jake felt his heart wobble. It felt like his heart skipped a beat or two... make that fifty. No, it was beating far to fast, maybe not at all. Jake felt his legs turn to rubber, his head gaining fifty pounds. Did he just say "cute"? "No, I meant cool. I was -" "You called me cute!" Chance smiled. The reaction took Jake by surprise. "Never thought you'd call me cute." Jake blinked in surprise. What was he to do? Was Chance coming on to him? Was it all in his head? Was he going to get beat up? He figured that he should say something at least. "I- 'm sorry, I ..." Chance looked away for a second. Jake felt almost relieved to see his gaze leave. Those beautiful eyes were causing him to melt. "It's okay. Didn't wanna make you feel uncomfortable here. Kats usually freak out or do something crazy when I say that I know someone who is gay and I'm friends with them." Jake heaved a sigh. Damn his heart! How could he look calm when it was beating a thousand miles an hour? "I see." Jake said, sitting down. His nerves were getting to him. Chance continued to look away, his voice seemed to waiver a bit when he spoke. Was he trembling? "At first I thought that you were..." What? Did Jake just hear that? Jake felt like sitting down wasn't enough. He was trembling, even shivvering like he was cold, even though it was fairly warm in the hall. "Chance, I... I..." Chance looked back at him, his eyes wider than normal. squatting down next to him, Chance's heavy sporadic breathing soothed Jake's shoulder and neck. "What, you mean you... are?" Jake couldn't get the words out of his mouth, but he nodded. He looked back at Chance for an answer. Chance's wide eyes seemed to show understanding in them. Scarcely over a whisper, Jake heard Chance's reply "I am too." Somehow, those three words struck Jake to the core of his being. If he were standing, he would've fallen over. All those nights of wanting, of hoping, dreaming and praying... Were his prayers to be answered? Jake was sure that he was hearing things, but there was one way to make sure that he heard what he did. Inching closer, Jake pressed his lips up against Chance's. He did not draw away. Didn't every love song revolve around this? The shaking paws, your heart beating far too fast, a sense of panic and calm, a need to run forever and lay down and be comfortable all at once? Jake felt all of these sensations right now. He felt like anything was possible. He wanted to run, he wanted to hide. He wanted to break down the walls that were holding him inside. He wanted to take Chance to a place high on a desert plain where the streets had no name. Drawing away a second later, he noticed that he was breathing heavy like Chance was. Jake had just kissed the object of all his affections, and it felt good. Jake mumbled an appology to Chance. He just couldn't bear what he did. This was all too much for him. Chance told him that it was okay. "Jake... I don't know if you know this or not, but... I've had a crush on you the first minute I laid eyes on you." Jake didn't know what to say? What could he say? Should he tell Chance about his feelings? About how how Jake secretly wanted to be teld tightly in his embrace? In the next moment, Jake's mind drew a blank. What was Jake's name again? Jake got out all he could. "Me too." He felt Chance's powerful paw slip behind his head, his arm resting on Jake's shoulder. Chance leaned foreward, and todether, they kissed. Not just the little peck on the cheek kind little kittens would give their mothers when they got three gold stars and a smiley face on their project in kindergarten. This was something Jake had never experianced before. Chance's tounge had a particular taste to it. It seemed almost to almost have a bumpy texture as he felt the counteurs with his own tounge. Out of all the fantasies Jake ever experianced, they never were like this. He could only feel how it would affect him, but now, Jake knew exactly what a kiss felt like. It warmed your soul, it brought life coursing through your veins, your mind drifted off into blissful fantasy, the world was a dream. He didn't know how long the kiss lasted, but in a moment, it was all over. Jake was looking into the saphyre eyes of his beloved. It was all Jake could do to just sit there, with a smile on his face. He couldn't wipe the smile off his, nor could he move. He breathed deeply for a moment. The two sat together in the purple hall, speaking in whispers to each other. They were interrupted. Once, Jake thought he saw someone enter into the hall, but when he looked again, he was mistaken. When the bell rang, signifying class was over, the two stood up and stapped apart, keeping at least a four foot distance from each other. Kats of their age started filing out of the classrooms in droves, whooping and hollering, acting like hyper third graders with an attention span the size of an amoebia. Before long, their teacher called them in. ___________________________________________________________________________________________ "To think that you two weren't paying attention! This is a very important class! It teaches you about life! About who to love! A kat's place in this world!" the teacher droned on and on. Chance winked at Jake who tried not to laugh. "There is much evil in this world, and I'm here to show you right from wrong." "That's just great, but I'd rather find that out on my own." Chance spoke calmly, almost as if he was ignoring the teacher. "Can we go now?" Jake glanced at his watch. The teacher sighed "Yes. But remember, I'll be watching both of you." "We'll be watching out for ya." Chance said over his shoulder, walking out of class. Jake, following his lead tagged along with him. Shutting the freshly-oiled door behind them, Jake followed Chance through the hallways. "So, uh... Where's your next class?" Chance smiled at him "I don't have one. This is my lunch break. You?" Jake smiled back at him "It's my break too. Uhh... You wanna... hang out... to- gether...?" Chance's reply was simple, "I thought you'd never ask!" The two walked outside together, Jake following Chance. "Where do you wanna go?" Jake asked him." "I've got a place I hang out at. I think it's forgotten about as I'm the only one who goes there. It's a good place to sit and reflect upon things." Chance walked outside the main building and toward the end of the school and turned a corner. Jake was greeted by an unusual sight. They were in a courtyard between the wing that housed the purple halls and the rest of the school. The buildings were in a U shape around the courtyard, and the entryway in was overgrown by bushes and trees. There were vined covering the walls, and grasses underfoot. The sun was beating down overhead, and large trees shaded the space. In the very center of the courtyard was a small pool of water, scarcely five feet in diameter. It looked more like a pond than anything else. Plants were growing in the pool, disguising it's appearance. Near the pool was a plaque and some benches. Written on the plaque was an inscription: "'To all with an ear, let them hear. As darkness encompasses our world, unite in a ray of light. Swords in your paws and the crowns of kings and warriors, banish the night. Light a candle to keep warm, love everyone and hate no one.' - Moonface" Jake looked about the hidden courtyard in awe. "How did you find this?" Chance laughed in reply "It's what I do when I ditch class. I'd walk around the school and hang around. A few detentions later, I realized I needed a place no kat would think to look. This turned out to be the place." Chance looked around. "From the looks of things, I don't think anyone even knows this place exists." Jake sat on one of the benches near the pool, looking into the black water. "It's beautiful though. Quiet and relaxing. Perhaps a bit romantic too." Jake looked at Chance and smiled. Chance couldn't help but smile back, but his face soon turned to be very grave. "Jake, promise me that you won't tell anyone about this place. I just like coming here, and don't tell anyone about it. It's my place. ...If people find out about it, they'll tear it up. You understand, right?" Jake nodded. "I understand. ...But, if you never told anyone before, why did you tell me?" Chance's expression remained serious as he sat in the other stone bench near the pool. "I don't know you very well Jake. I don't even know your last name, even though we share a class together. But I feel that I can trust you. I... surely hope that I can." Chance lowered his gaze. "I'm just so lonely. I'm gay and there's no one I can talk to. Everyone I know like me lives far away. They're family members that my parents want nothing to do with. They're the outcasts of my family. You saw what kats think of us in class today. There was no denying it. It's everywhere, and there's no way for me to get out and move to another part of town, or another town for that matter. It just feels so hopeless." Jake looked at him for a moment. Here was his beloved, the kat he saw as strong and unstoppable, revealing his softer side, pouring out his soul. Chance's life was on display like an open book, being read by a kat he hardly even knew. Jake walked over to Chance and hugged him. "You're not alone, Chance. I can't leave this hell either. Every day I have to walk this school, putting on a play of who people want me to be. I hate the things I love. I love the things I hate. I am totally alone. Every day is a lie, and I've felt all alone. Trust me Chance, this isn't going anywhere." Chance returned Jake's hug. "Thanks" he said. The two sat for the longest of time, just holding one another, glad they had found someone like themselves. At one time, they shared their lunches with each other. They sprawled out on the grass together. Chance laid on his stomach, and Jake on his back. The two of them were talking back and forth, unable to stop the conversation, getting out the feelings bottled up inside of them, telling the other how they wanted to be set free, and live without fear. Each had much to say to the other, how they felt about their lives, how they wanted to live, how they felt about each other, the feeling that the other didn't even know that they existed, the longing for companionship. The list went on and on. Eventually, Jake rolled over and laid on Chance, huging him tightly. There was no way they could leave the other and go to class after the bell rang, a click noticably heard before the toll. ___________________________________________________________________________________________ As Jake walked home that day, he couldn't help but smile. In his backpack was Chance's phone number, and mind and heart were some incredible memories and emotions that he'd never forget. The sun was setting in a blaze of glory, tinting everything gold. The sun's red and while rays of light penetrated the sky. Jake walked away from the setting sun, in the direction of his home. In a week, he and Chance would be going on a date. Jake had asked Chance if Chance would want to go on a date with him. Chance had accepted gratefully. Jake still could see the look on his new boyfriend's eyes. There was life and hope running through them. Jake had accieved the holy grail. In a moment, he heard a screeching of tires. Bringing himself back to reality, he'd realized that he had strayed out into the middle of the street, and a car was barreling down at him. Before he could think, Jake was on the other side of the street, the car swerving to avoid him. "Watch where you're going, faggot!" was heard from the irate driver, speeeding off into the night, leaving Jake to catch his breath and collect himself. There was no way that he was daydreaming that much! He'd have to watch himself the rest of the way home! ___________________________________________________________________________________________ In the week that followed, Jake could sense a change coming over everything. Things seemed more tense. Perhaps he was just excited. He wanted to make a big impression on Chance. After all, didn't Chance deserve the best of everything? Jake thought he was totally amazing. Just a day ago, Jake didn't even know Chance. But that one day in the mysterious hidden courtyard changed everything. Jake learned how similar the two of them really were, and was eager of persuing things furthur. That next day of school, Jake walked into his "Feline Behavioral Studies" class using the noisy door, and took his usual seat. This is the first time he came to class in a good mood. Heck, good couldn't describe it! Jake felt like he was floating. Taking his seat, he couldn't wait for Chance to sit in front of him. Jake noticed that the teacher was eyeing him strangely. Perhaps because he wasn't taking notes. The topic on the board was "left-pawed kats and the angel of destruction that fuels their lust for power." Jake wondered if he could sue his teacher for what the teacher covered in class. Who cared if anybody was gay, ethnic, left-pawed, purple or differant? Wasn't diversity the spice of life? Wasn't the main goal of life to love everyone without reservation? Jake wondered how much of this he could take. Jake felt someone standing next to him, turning, Jake saw Chance smiling at him. Jake smiled back, before Chance sat down in front of him and began to take notes. Jake saw Chance switch paws hurredly, trying to write with his right paw. He looked like he was having trouble doing it. This was insane. Everyone was being someone they were not. This wasn't how to live! How could you find love? How could you find joy? Where was the happiness that came with being yourself? In this class, all hope of happiness was smashed like a brick through a window. Chance and Jake had little time to talk during the class period. The class was loud and unattentave as usual, but for some reason, the teacher kept calling on Chance to share about how left-pawed people had something wrong with them. Even though Chance would consistantly avoid the teacher's questions, and even insult the teacher, there was something differant going on. When Jake's mind wasn't daydreaming about going out on a date with Chance the following week, his time was spent watching over Chance. Sure he couldn't help Chance to any great extent, but he wanted Chance to know someone was there, enduring his pain with him, standing alongside him. When the bell rang, Chance and Jake left out the door that didn't creak loudly upon opening it. Chance's head was lowered, and his gaze downcast. Jake put his paw on Chance's forehead, and gently tried to lift Chance's head. "Chance?" he asked. Chance didn't answer for a moment. "I'm not evil, Jake." He had trouble getting this out, as if he were going to start crying or something. Jake faced Chance head on, putting his paw on Chance's chest, above his heart. "No you're not evil, Chance. That stupid whore is. The moron is telling everyone what's wrong with the world. Very soon, that idiot will be caught doing wrong and have to face facts. We're all differant, and judging a book by it's cover is blasphemy. Chance, it's going to be all right. I didn't even know you were left-pawed if that makes you feel better." Chance heaved a sigh. In the noisy hall, a click was heard. It almost sounded like someone was shutting their locker door. The two quickly seperated and looked around. No one was around. The noises in the hall were coming from downstairs. The two quickly decended to the main level of the school, through the lower purple hall. They turned right into the lower orange hall, and turned right again into the green hall. The two hurredly exited the building and made their way to their hidden garden, all covered in vines. Somehow, the two of them suddenly had felt very uncomfortable in the upper floor next to their class from hell. Something struck the both of them. "Jake, do you think there's anyone spying on us?" Chance asked. "I could've sworn that there was someone behind me for a moment. I could feel them breathing down my neck!" Jake sat down, trenbling slightly. "I didn't see anyone." then again his eyes were closed at the time, and even if his eyes were open, he would have been looking to the floor. Chance looked at Jake for a second. There was a look of fear in his eyes. "Just hold me and make this go away! Jake, I feel so scared." Jake caught his boyfriend in his embrace, and held him tightly. "I'm scared too, darling." Jake could feel Chance's arms grip around his embrace. "You called me darling" Chance groaned. They just stood there for a while. Somehow, their shirts were removed, leaving them both wondering how that happened. They of course removed their shirts, but exactly when was a mystery. Jake was nestled up against Chance's warm upper body. He nuzzled into the bare chest lovingly. Jake never thought that he'd have to crouch a little bit to nuzzle Chance's chest. But he wasn't complaining. The warmpth he felt coursing through his being was unbelivable. It was far better than what he had ever drempt. When Chance would fidgit, Jake would be carressed by Chance's firm muscles. When Jake would move, he'd hear a rumbling in Chance's throat, that sent shivvers down his spine when he pressed his ear up to Chance's chest. There was Chance's lower body too. Because Jake was half-kneeling, Jake had to put one leg between Chance's legs. Somehow, he had never thought of putting his knee in Chance's crotch before! The two were sitting down, kissing each other passionately. Occasionally, they'd miss kissing each other's lips, but as time grew on, they were actually aiming to miss, kissing each other all over. At one point, Jake had Chance laying down. Jake was nuzzling Chance's whole body, kissing him and rubbing his face across Chance's fur. Somehow, Jake's muzzle got near Chance's crotch, and he nuzzle it lovingly. He wouldn't grope at anything, he just wanted to make Chance feel loved. Chance wanted to have his fears be chased away, and what better to do that with other than love? Love heals all, cures all. Jake knew that. When the bell rang, with a click resounding after the tone, the two of them put their shirts back on. Chance was just about to give Jake the same treatment before the bell rang, but that would have to wait until another day. Perhaps tomorrow, it could be Jake's turn? Perhaps on their date next week, they could try this again. Chance and Jake gave a long kiss goodbye before departing their seperate ways, reminding each other to meet back at their special place at eight next week. ___________________________________________________________________________________________ The next day, Jake walked to his class from hell, almost skipping as he walked. The class sucked, but there was this one guy in it that he had asked out on a date. Jake couldn't wait to meet up with him again. Jake stared at the board. Today's topic was "Eye color is a choice - all kats choosing to have brown eyes are inferior." Jake growled to himself, knowing that even though he had brown eyes, he was by superior to his teacher, who was clearly out of touch with reality. Jake eagerly awaited Chance's arrival into class... but he never came. Jake looked at the empty seat in front of him, with a feeling of helplessness. Where was his love? That day, the teacher was particularly ruthless on Jake. Jake was askd to explain how inferior kats with born eyes were, and Jake would rattle off something insulting to the teacher using very colorful German that would make a sailor blush. The class obviously loved his mockery of the teacher, but the teacher seemed not to mind his actions. When class was over, Jake hurried to his special place between the purple and green halls, hidden away and forgotten about. He was hoping Chance was there. Jake ate alone, hugging himself. Oh how he missed Chance! While they only knew each other a short time, Jake would call Chance up on the telephone all the time, and they'd talk as they'd do their homework. It was great. Their parents thought they were working on homework over the phone, but the words "I love you" would never be on any exam. Jake reached into his pocket and drew out two tickets to a rock concert that was visiting town. They both loved the band, and tickets were rare and expensave to get ahold of. Jake spent a few months allowance getting them, wishing that he could get a job to make some extra cash with. Chance would like this surprise, right? Chance didn't show up the next day either, or the one after that. The weekend went by, an Chance wasn't home either. By now, Jake felt himself becoming frantic. He'd stare at Chance's empty chair thinking "Where are you, my love? I hope you're all right. I miss you terribly." But to no avail. No one had seen Chance anyplace. Jake asked the friends he hung out with, and Jake even asked some of Chance's friends if they had seen him. The older students only laughed at Jake. Jake was a grade lower than them, and therefore didn't deserve to talk to them. It was worth a try anyway. ___________________________________________________________________________________________ It was the day of Jake's date with Chance. Jake knew that Chance was sure to be around that day. Jake glanced around the class that he shared with Chance. The teacher's topic for the day was "Anyone over or under six feet tall should and will be shot in their lives. It is their destiny." Jake imagined his teacher getting shot. That put a little smirk on his face. It was something that the teacher noticed however. "Jake, I want to see you after class. There's something that we should discuss. Jake groaned, but stayed behind after class. We wasn't looking foreward to what the teacher was going to say, but he had little choice in the matter. When all of the class had filed out of the room, most going through the noisy door, the teacher turned to Jake. The teacher handed Jake a small yellow card. Before Jake could inspect it, the teacher spoke to him. It was something he'd remember for the rest of his life. "Jake, I see that you've been acting upset in class recently..." Jake glared at the teacher. How he wanted to say all of the things that he really thought of this low-life. Her ratty hair, her bronks accent, her feeble mind, they all told a story. Those cruel eyes, her gangster attitude, how Jake wanted to crush her. She was perhaps the most evil kat Jake had ever met. She didn't go around showing her ignorance and hatred, she taught it to impressionable students! This was a crime against humanity! The teacher continued onward "Was it that lesson where I taught about the choice of eye color thatbrought ya down? Or was it the left-pawed lecta? Or maybe... you're worried about your man?" "What?" Jake bolted upright searching her smug face. "Oh yeah, ya didn't know, but your beau turned eighteen almost a week ago... The same day he seduced you." The teacher's face contorted into a smile. Jake had a sinking feeling inside that didn't stop. "What are you aiming at, Mrs. Mange?" Jake took a step forward, just inches from hitting her. He had too many reasons why he wanted to take her face off, but he feared that his next reason would call for more than a sucker-punch to her jaw. "Oh yeah. I said I'd deal with yous two, didn't I? I always keep my woid." Then it hit him. Chance and Jake were sent into the hall and were never called back in. Everywhere they went, they heard clicking. It was something that sounded mechanical... something like... Mrs. Mange held up a camera and photos in her hand. She threw the photos toward Jake "He'e, I made extras to put in yer scrapbook!" With trembling hands, Jake flipped through the photos. There were three. The first depicted Jake laying on top of Chance, hugging him. The backs of their heads were pointed at the camera. Strangely, the picture looked slightly erotic. The backdrop showed trees, vines, grasses, an overgrown pool, two benches, and a plaque with an inscriprion with a saying by "Moonface." The second was in the upper purple hall. Chance was looking downwards. Jake's face was looking downwards, his eyes were closed. There was a paw on Chance's forehead and one that looked like it could be on Chance's crotch. Jake's trembling hands could scarcely flip over the final image. It was Jake, shirtless, with Chance, also shirtless. They were in a lush overgrown area with trees, vines, grasses, an overgrown pool, two benches, and a plaque with an inscriprion with a saying by "Moonface." Jake's face was nuzzled into Chance's crotch. From the angle it was taken, it looked like this could have been far more sexual than it really was. "Oh by the way, that last one ya got was the day your slut became an adult in the eyes of the law in this great city hea'. I took the libe'ty of turning him in, fo yo own good. Can't have no faggot walking the street currupting young kit'n's like yo'self, can they?" Mrs. Mange put her camera up to her face. "Smile!" Jake looked at her with a look of disbelief, holding the photos in his paws. A distinct and familiar click was heard. Jake had heard it in his special place both before and after the bell rang. That was not a faulty bell what would click within the proximity of the bell ringing. He also heard it in the hall. That was his teacher, up to no good. She must have been breathing down Chance's neck to get the shot of Chance and Jake together in the hall. Out from Mrs. Mange's camera came a photo that looked like it was taken with the same camera as the other photos. "I figa that you might wanna go see him sometime. Take the card I gave ya. You can see him about eight tonight at the local jail. You might be glad ta know that he was thrown in without trial, because of the evidence I was able ta produce. Looks like he'll be stayin in for a looong time!" Jake just stared at her. He wanted to lunge at her, to strike, to harm, to destroy... to kill her. But then through the door, a small little ugly kat with a visable scar entered the room. "Molly, what're you doing with him? We gotta go. Ship yard ain't open forever!" Molly Mange smiled at Jake, still unmoving and shocked. She threw the last photo onto the floor "Oh, and Jake, you might wanna clean that up? You don't want ta get daught with all dat in yer paw!" Molly went out the first door. It did not make a sound as it upened or closed. Mac went out the second door, it screaming out for lubrication of some kind. The final blow. Molly Mange, Jake and Chance's teacher caught then together by peeping out of the one door that made no sound whatsoever. Jake remembered that he tought he saw someone in the hall that first day he and Chance were together. He saw his teacher looking in on them. He didn't get a good view of her, and when he had taken a good look, she was already gone. She had done Chance in, and jeft Jake ready to fly apart any second. Jake collapsed where he was, unable to contain himself. He wept bitterly. Nothing made any sense to him. How could this all happen? He couldn't go to the rest of his classes. He picked up the photos and hid them in his backpack. Then he went into the courtyard that he and Chance shared to many memories in. Near the end of school, he was kicked out by a bunch of older kats. Apparently, Chance's secret spot was no longer secret anymore. Molly must've told about that space also. When Jake came back later, the courtyard looked thrashed. There was junk all over it, a soccer-ball was floating in the pool, the plaque had a chip in the black marble, the vines were torn down, revealing ugly white walls. Jake stared with empty eyes. The only thing left was to see Chance. How could he be in jail? ___________________________________________________________________________________________ Jake climbed into the elevator after a nerve-wracking wait in the tense waiting room of the jail. This couldn't happen? Could it? The climb to the fifth floor was instantaneous, and the door opened quickly. Jake sat at the window at the far end of the room. There was a huge sheet of glass between him and the kat on the other side. They couldn't hear each other, except through a telephone system provided for them. On the other side of the glass was Chance, clad in a blue outfit with a pink undershirt. Chance smiled gratefully when he saw Jake sit down. Jake still wasn't over everything that had happened that day. "How are you doing, Chance?" Jake said weakly into the phone. Chance smile faded. "I'm just glad you're here now. Miss Mange, you know what she-" "I know Chance... She told me everything... but why? ... Why are you here? Want did you do wrong?" Jake couldn't hold his head up. "Darling, I was put here by our teacher. She spied on us. She knew I was turning eighteen soon. She produced photos showing us together. I was suprised how sexual they looked. She claimed that I seduced you, and threw me in here with the sentance of an adult. No one would listen to my side of the story." Chance spoke hurredly, but firmly, as if to say "I will ride this out. She has not crushed me." Jake's eyes filled with tears again. "That bitch... I could've hit her too... something... we were alone... but I-" "Jake, do no such thing." Chance said firmly, "I hear around here that she and her husband, Mac, are part of an illegal katnip smuggling gang. They're meeting at the docks tonight I hear. They've both been in here a few times. I'm asking that you place an anonymous phone call and do them all in... for me... for us...." Jake looked up at him, with wide eyes, pained, but knowing of what his love had asked of him. "And listen Jake", Chance continued, "You're a good kat, never stop loving all those around you, as you've loved me. You're so beautiful, don't waste your gift." Jake nodded. Chance continuted to encourage him. Jake vowed to visit Chance whenever he could, to encourage Chance, and give him hope, until Chance was released on November tenth of that year. ___________________________________________________________________________________________ That night, Jake placed his anonymous phone call to the police, and atarted walking home, alone. Rain started to pour overhead. In Jake's paw were the two tickets to the rock concert that were taking place that night - front row, center stage. Down the street he walked. When under a streetlight, he saw a little kitten all covered with rags. He was sitting down, looking like he was waiting for something. Jake sat down next to the boy. "Hello. How're you tonight?" The kid didn't answer at first. "My mommy's sorting through the trash for food. We may get something good tonight for us to eat." This poor kitten's homeless! Jake looked down toards the gutter. There was oily water flowing through it. Jake fidgited for a second, before he remembered that he was holding something. It was his concert tickets. You got free food and drink at Jake's level, plus having the best seats in the house. Jake turned to the kitten, and showed him the tickets. "Hey, you think you and your mom would like to go to this concert being held not too far from here? There's music and all the food you can eat." The kitten's eyes lit up. "What? Really? I love that band! I heard their new song on in the radio store. Ever hear 'Beautiful Day,' mister?" Jake's eyes lit up. "Yeah. I saw the music video! The band was on an airport runway with planes taking off and landing all around them! I loved it!" "Oh yeah, I love that one!" The kitten said, taking the tickets from Jake's paws. "Mommy mommy, look what this kind mister gave us!" A tired woman stepped out of the shadows. She looked to be in her twenties. She saw the tickets, and her eyes lit up, and rushed out to thank whoever had given the tickets to her son... but there was no one there. Jake walked the streets back to his house, alone, wet, and in the rain. He had no one, he was shivvering, he was crying, he had lost so much, but he felt warm inside. He had made a kitten and his mother happy. At least some good came out of that day. ___________________________________________________________________________________________ Epilougue ___________________________________________________________________________________________ Jake walked to his class the next day only to find a large number of classmates milling around outside. There was a note on the door. Mrs. Mange was unable to teach because she was arrested by the megakat enforcers on account of being in an illegal drug trade. Shortly after her arrest, did she and her husband escape, only to be killed in the bay, never to be seen again. Strangely, other than the sign, there was nothing else said about Mrs. Mange. The teacher that replaced her turned the class into an interesting look into the wonders of diversity, and November came by much faster than Jake would have thought. Chance and Jake vowed never to leave one's arms again. The End ---------- .-'''''-. 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Enjoy. _________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com. Share information about yourself, create your own public profile at http://profiles.msn.com. ---------- Vows Mainstream Part 13 By : Wielder This is yet another installment in my universe and marks the end of this series. Yeah right, who am I kidding? Every time I reach the end new stuff appears. Basically, this is the last one I PLANNED on writing but when I finished this I knew I'd still be writing more occasionally. I didn't really plan for this to be a series or for it to go so long, but no force on Earth can deter my muses. This is based on Hanna Barberra characters from the show Swat Kats. I make no claim on the characters, just on the perverse ideas. This is an act of parody for entertainment only, mostly my own. Khan is from Tail Spin, with the same factors applying to him. Characters Max, Jacob, and Thomas are my own, they're just based on the show. Same applies to other odd characters. There is some adult situations involved. Not much in the way of smut. But it's definitely male/male. ********************** According to Feral family tradition, weddings had to be conducted in a specific way. Following the old customs of an ancient tradition and culture, the couple to be married waited patiently in separate rooms for most of the morning. Then, when all was ready, the music started. Rhythmic and almost tribal in its energy, drums sounded out a tempo as those who had gathered to witness the union sat in a half circle around a central alter. It was decorated with ancient artifacts and tribal gear as an aged kat stood there quietly, an air of authority surrounding him. Then the doors on opposite sides of the large chamber opened slowly revealing the couple to be mated. Jacob stepped out of the doorway wearing only the loincloth that was traditional for this ceremony. The Feral family crest was lovingly sewn into it surrounded by ribbons of red and yellow, an idea proposed by Thomas. As he stepped out, escorted by Max's uncle, who stood in the place of Jacob's father, the dark furred kat saw his soon to be mate across the room. Max stood there wearing the same loincloth with his father by his side. The couple's eyes met and they smiled, stepping forward toward the center where they would become mated for life. Standing patiently in the center, the aged kat smiled warmly at the pair as he stood proud and opened a dark purple robe wrapped around him. His body, painted in tribal markings signifying the ancient code of the Feral clan, was revealed for all to see as he made a gesture with his hands to the couple as they approached each other. Finally they stood facing each other as the elderly kat began the ritual. Reaching out, he took the hand of each male and carefully placed them together. Chanting as he did so, he smiled and unwound a thin cord that had been wrapped around his wrist. His words were ancient and almost incomprehensible as he called the ancient forces to bless the union before him, then he took the cord and slowly tied the wrists of the couple together. As the last knot was secured, the kat smiled and stepped back. Then he bowed to the now mated couple. Then the cheering started as Max and Jacob looked at each other and kissed. ***** Afterwards, in the large dining hall, those who had attended the ceremony gathered and spoke about the wedding. Families celebrated in the normal sense. Wine and food was passed about generously. Families stood proud and congratulated Max and Jacob on their union. Grouped together at one end, Jake, Chance, Max, Jacob, Feral, and Sher Khan were standing together talking with one another. "How's mom taking all this?" Max asked his big brother. Feral grinned. "She'd be taking it a great deal better if I had showed up with a female instead of Khan here." The tiger looked up in surprise. "She objects to your lifestyle?" Max and Feral began chuckling. "No." Max said. "She's our mom and would love us no matter what. She's just bound and determined to have grandkids. And with my mating and Feral's dating you, let's just say she'll have to make do with just Felina for now." The tiger nodded. "We haven't been properly introduced." A strong voice announced. The group turned to see the Father of both Ulysses Feral and Max. Like his sons he was dark furred and strong looking. Max stepped forward and began the introductions, introducing Jake, Chance, and finally Sher Khan. The tom blinked in surprise. "Sher Khan? The muti-billionair?" The tiger nodded. Feral's father grinned. "I always figured you were into fems." Khan smiled and offered his paw. "In my line of business, what others assume of me is most often incorrect, Mr. Feral." Feral's father grinned and shook the hand. "Call me Robert." Then he pulled Khan very close, the humor gone from his voice. "I also always figured that you were the sort of kat that uses people up and tosses them over your shoulder. I'd better be wrong about that too if you're going to be with my son." "Father!" Feral said firmly. Khan smiled. "I have only the best of intentions for Ulysses, Robert." The tiger said. "And I understand your concern." For a moment they stared into each other's eyes. Finally the dark tom released Khan's hand. "I believe you." Robert said. "I have good insights on others and you can be trusted." Khan nodded as the tom turned and left. "Don't let it get to you." Jacob said. "He sort of did the same to me when I started dating Max." "Actually, he does that to everyone." Feral added. Khan chuckled. "He has the heart of a businesskat. He was sizing me up to see if I'd flinch away. Kats like him I understand well. He's just looking out for his interests." "And that would be?" Jake asked. "His family." Khan said simply with a smile as he reached out and held Feral's hand. "OK, enough of that." A female voice declared. The group turned in time to see a pack of females descending on the group of males. "Mother." Feral said with genuine warmth. The kats hugged firmly as Max introduced his aunts and cousins to the group. "Come Jacob." The mother said. "I insist on at least one dance before we leave for the evening." Chuckling merrily, the group watched as the confused kat was dragged off to the dance floor. But the laughing was cut off almost as soon as it begun as the other females grabbed the remaining males and dragged them to the floor, even a surprised Sher Khan. The party raged for almost two hours after that, giving the group a chance to meet everyone. Many were intimidated by the tiger's presence, but most got over it quickly. Many also commented on how well he and Feral got along. Especially when they were on the dance floor, holding each other close during a slow dance. But the evening became night, and soon the guests were all gone, leaving the house empty save for six kats for the last part of the ritual. ****** Khan stepped out of the bathroom with the robe wrapped tightly around his naked body. Feral was seated on the bed naked, his legs hanging over the edge languidly as he lay there. The tiger, however, was far from being as relaxed. His tail twitched madly, and his steps were almost timid as he walked across the room. Khan had taken over countless corporations, had defeated numerous takeovers, had stared some of the most fierce competitors down, including Feral's father, and yet right at this moment, he had never been more nervous in his life. He reached into his pocket and touched the black box holding the ring within. "Ready?" Feral asked as he turned around, noting instantly the robe. "Are you ok?" he asked with genuine concern. Khan sighed. "I'm a little nervous is all." Feral grinned and stood. "It's nothing serious. Just us and the other four. You don't have to DO anything if you don't want to. Besides, only Max and Jacob are new to you. We've fooled around with Jake and Chance before." He said with a grin as he recalled the night in question. Khan nodded. "I know. It's just," he hesitated. "Feral, Would you feel for me any less if I loved someone else?" The timidness in his voice all but filled the room. Feral almost jumped in concern. He had gotten to know Khan very well, and he knew how little the tiger's emotions actually showed through. He had never seen such nervousness. The tom stared on quietly in concern. He wasn't sure how to answer the question. He knew it had to be something serious troubling the feline to make him this nervous. "Are you in love with someone else?" he asked, a little frightened of the answer. Khan nodded very slowly. Feral sighed and sat down on the bed. "I see. You fell in love and want to break up." It was said in a resigned and almost defeated tone. "What?!" Khan cried out in surprise and was suddenly on the floor by Feral's knees. Looking up at Feral he began speaking rapidly. "No I don't want to break up. I love you. There's just something else I can't quite sort out. I'm in love with someone I met before you, but all we were was lovers and I still care about him, but I LOVE you!" Feral blinked in shock. "Slow Down." He ordered. "What are you talking about?" Khan took a deep breath. "I was involved with someone before you, and for a long time I thought I wanted to marry him, but only recently did I realize that I loved him as a lover, but in a very special way. And what I wanted to know was if you would feel that I was cheating on you if every now and again he and I had sex." Khan sighed. "I can't believe this, I make speeches and announcements all the time and only NOW, I can't seem to find the words." Feral smiled, leaned over and kissed Khan on the lips silencing the feline. "Are you saying you have a friend who I haven't met?" Khan nodded. "Actually, you've met him. Peter Collins." Feral blinked. "The tabby?" Khan nodded again. "It happened many years ago. He came to work for me. I had a crush on him, so I promoted him as far as I could. We met, talked, then we started dating. He was my first." The tiger sighed. Feral smiled warmly as he looked down at the striped feline. "So what's eating you up here?" The tiger looked up into his love's eyes. "I love him." He said firmly. "I always have and I feel like I'm betraying you for some reason because I still want to be with him at times." Feral grabbed Khan and held him close. "Do you love me?" the dark tom asked. "Yes." The tiger answered staring into the darker tom's eyes. The dark tom grinned and kissed Khan firmly. "Then that's ALL that matters to me." He said firmly. "Cause I love you and Peter isn't going to change that." They hugged each other close for a few moments before Feral spoke up again. "Have you two been fooling around on the side? Is this why you were worried?" he asked the tiger. Khan sat on the bed next to Feral as he spoke. "No. We haven't been together since we broke up years ago. I guess it only became an issue recently when we had a talk." Feral nodded. "Just one thing." Khan looked up expectantly. "I want to watch sometime." The tiger laughed and hugged his love close. Feral hugged back and reached inside the robe and felt the body hidden beneath. "Is that what had you all tensed up?" Feral asked. Khan nodded. "Most of it. There's something else, but it can wait." They stood as one and walked over to the door. They made their way through the long hallways and corridors that made up the mansion. Talking as they headed for the study. "So Peter and you?" Feral asked with a grin. "I had no idea you had a little kitty stashed somewhere." Khan chuckled. "Actually, it was always the other way around. As odd as it sounds, I was always the bottom with Peter. There's just something about him that makes me all submissive when we have sex." The dark tom looked on in bemusement. "You mean the three foot tabby was climbing up on a eight foot tiger?" he asked exaggerating the sizes. Khan chuckled and nodded. "I really DO want to watch now." Feral responded. Smiling the pair stepped into the study to join their companions. Inside the large ornate room full of books were the other four guests, Jake, Chance, Max, and Jacob. All four toms were nude and sitting on the floor. Max and Jacob had apparently lost patience and were in the middle of some heavy kissing and fondling as they sat in the center. Feral grinned as he saw their twin erections rubbing together. "Now you two stop that." Feral said with a grin. "You're supposed to wait for us." Max growled. "Well if you didn't take so long." He said with a smirk, his hand absently playing with Jacob's erection. Feral had an evil grin on his face as he walked over to his brother and brother-in-law. "Maybe if I took your toy away, little brother..." Feral said. Jacob looked up in surprise as he was gently pried away from his mate. "You know, Jacob." Feral said. "In all the time I've known you I've had the occasional thought about you, but never had the opportunity to do anything about it." With that, Feral planted a firm kiss on the lips of his assistant. Jacob's eyes widened in surprise, then he melted into the touch as he was lifted by his boss and laid flat on the floor. Feral's naked body pressed into the already aroused tom only exciting him further. The group watched as Feral's hand expertly toyed with the kat's erection, even as his own sprung to life. He moved slowly and sensuously, dominating the other kat completely, something that would have never happened several months ago. "Mmmmm." Jacob moaned around a tongue that slid into his mouth, as he responded to the touching and reached up to gently fondle his commander's nipple. Max smiled as he watched his mate rub against his brother's body. It was a sight he never expected to see. He finally looked up and saw that the other three were just standing and watching. Getting up, he approached Chance and all but tackled the tom. "Your turn." Max declared as he kissed the tom. Chance didn't have time to respond as a paw gripped his feline cock and began rubbing it firmly, quickly working an erection out of it. Jake smiled and turned to look at Khan. The tiger was still wearing his robe and was watching Feral moving on the floor. The robe was starting to tent from the tiger's arousal, just from watching. Jake reached out and pulled the robe loose, startling the tiger and exposing the large feline erection growing beneath. Khan grinned as he looked down at Jake. "Let's get this off." Jake said affectionately as he pulled the robe off the tiger and tossed it aside lightly. Khan was smiling up until the thump of something heavy hit the floor. He and Jake turned in time to see the small black box roll free of the robe's pocket. All those in the room stopped at the sound of the strange noise and looked up in time to see the box roll across the floor. As if guided by fate, Khan could only watch in surprise as it all but moved straight to Feral's naked body. The Commander watched the box roll next to him. "What's this?" Feral asked picking the box up with genuine curiosity. Khan looked down at Feral at that moment. Inside, the tiger was torn, nervous and worried about how his love would react. But as he continued to look at his mate, what he saw was his lover and the kat he loved. As he watched Feral slowly open the box, he finally felt things fall into place. Finally, after several days of anxiety, he was in control of his life again and he was Sher Khan. He walked over to Feral and knelt as the stunned tom stared at the contents in disbelief. "I was intending on asking you later." Khan said evenly in that old familiar confident tone. "But seeing as how circumstances have decided to do otherwise, I shall ask now. Will you be my mate?" Feral was silent for a moment. Then he looked up at Jake. Without saying a word, Jake dashed out of the room, leaving the tiger a bit confused. "I love you, Ulysses." Khan said. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you." "Shhh." Feral said as Jake came back into the room. The tiger turned and saw the small black box the small tom was carrying. Jake handed it to Feral with a knowing smile. Feral in turn handed it to Khan. "I was going to ask you later too." Feral said as a puzzled Khan opened the box and saw the ring inside. It was so similar to the one he had just given Feral that it was eerie. Khan's corporate symbol and the Enforcer logo mixed together. Khan smiled as he delicately touched the gold ring. "At least we know the answer." He said as he looked into his mate's eyes. Then he grabbed Feral hungrily, kissing the startled kat passionately, with Feral returning the kiss just as strongly. "Now I know why you were so nervous." Feral said when they finally parted. Chance and Jake were across the room sitting on one of the couches in the room. They were smiling as Max hugged his brother. "Mom's not going to be too happy to hear this news." Max said with a grin. Feral snorted. "Are you kidding? This is mom we're talking about. She loves decorating weddings. She'll be ecstatic." "When do you want to get married?" Khan asked Feral. Feral sighed. "I don't know. I didn't really have a date in mind. It doesn't matter, we can decide later." Khan turned to his future mate with a gleam in his eye. "I've been torn apart waiting for this, and I do not wish to wait anymore. Why don't we do it tomorrow?" The room was suddenly dead silent. "We can't get married tomorrow!" Feral said in shock. Khan stood, his demeanor that he had at the office, all businesskat. "Why not?" Feral stood, blinking a bit in surprise. "Because this takes time to plan. We need to get everyone..." suddenly he got quiet as something basic hit him. Everything was already arranged. The guests were already here. In short, why not? "Everyone is already here." Khan said voicing Feral's thoughts. "They are staying for the weekend for the necessary ceremonies. The guests are here. The place is available, and we have someone to perform the ceremony." "But these things do take time." Feral said, his resolve all but gone as he tried not to give in too impulsively, but it was obvious he wanted to say yes. "We'll need time to get the extra supplies, food, redecorate the main hall, and to make the loincloths for the wedding." Max looked at his brother. "Feral." He said "Do you really want to do this? Don't think about IF it can be done. Just do you want to?" Feral nodded. "Oh yes." He said truthfully. "I want to get married right now. I love him." "Then I'll go start calling the guests." Max said standing. Jacob groaned from across the room. "But what about our ceremony, love?" he said in mock despair. Max grinned. "We'll just pick up where we left off during Feral's." Jacob laughed as he stood and followed his mate out of the room. "We still have to arrange the supplies." Feral said, standing. "Not a problem." Khan said turning. "Jake, would you mind running up to my room and getting my phone?" Jake grinned as he darted from the room. Khan leaned forward and kissed his future mate on the lips. "I love you Feral. I don't want to wait anymore. I've already waited too long. I own multi- billion dollar industries. With a few phone calls I can have everything we need here by 8am tomorrow." Feral smiled. "Chance, could you get me a phone from the next room? I better call mom." Chance grinned and left the room, a few minutes later, Jake returned and handed the tiger a cell phone. Khan took the phone and deftly punched in several numbers. After a moment Khan grinned. "Yes, Peter, I know what time it is. This is an emergency." A pause followed. "No, everything is fine. Do you remember that promise I made to you?" another pause. "Well, he said yes." Khan grinned as he was forced to hold the phone a little bit away from his ear from the cheerful yelling on the other side. "Listen up, Peter. I need you to go to the office and make some calls. We're getting married tomorrow." There was a long pause. "No. It's not a joke. Go to the office and get everything Feral tells you to. I need it all here before 8AM tomorrow. And Peter, when you're done, take my personal jet and join me. I want you HERE for the festivities after the ceremony. Consider it both an invitation and an order." Khan looked up to see Feral on a phone. His mate was clearly excited. "Yes mom." Feral said. "I'm very serious. No it's perfect. No mom, I didn't loose my mind. Will you do it? Thanks mom." Feral smiled. "Ok mom. I'll tell him." Feral turned to Khan. "Mom wants to talk to you." "Fair trade." Khan said. "Peter's on the line. Tell him EVERYTHING you need. He'll take care of it." "Better let him talk to mom then so I don't miss anything." Feral added as he switched phones. So it began. For the next two hours, the Feral clan was in a sudden uproar at the unexpected news. Though no one objected. Peter, as Khan's personal assistant showed a deftness at running Khan's affairs that was almost disturbing. Long before 8 o'clock an armada of delivery vans arrived and dropped off extra food, decorations and supplies. By 7 AM Peter himself arrived, along with thirty Panthers who worked for Khan. In less than an hour, Feral's mom took the panthers aside and began giving orders with such efficiency that it rivaled that of Khan. Moving with precision, the kats had the hall completely redecorated, this time to match the colors of the new couple, the traditional blue of the Feral family and orange for Khan. With the hall finished, Feral's mother and her troop, along with the help of a few professional seamstresses, also brought in by Khan, managed to complete the new loincloths. Though at Khan's insistence, the symbols were changed. This time it showed the Feral clan symbol along with the new symbol made by the combination of Khan's corporate logo and the Enforcer logo with blue and orange ribbons carefully woven into the cloth. All was going well, up until 8:30, when Feral's dad, still somewhat confused about the need for such a rush, approached Khan and Feral. "You're not getting married." He said in an even tone, shocking everyone in the room. Feral moved to object but was silenced as his father spoke again. "No one marries my kids until I've had a talk and a beer with them first." Smiling as he stared at the tiger, he gestured to a near-by bar. "Fortunately, we have some beer over here." The tiger grinned as he followed the dark tom across the room. Feral moved to follow but was suddenly grabbed by Max and Jacob who made it perfectly clear that it was time for him to be separated until the ceremony. Growling a bit in protest, Feral complied. By midday, the guests were assembled, this time with Peter sitting on the front row, and as the doors opened revealing Ulysses and Khan, no one seemed to mind the hastily arranged ceremony. The couple looked into each others eyes as they were escorted to the center. The aged kat in the center smiled as he looked out over the assembled crowd. He laughed as he commented at the couple's sudden interest, but he performed the bonding and carried the ceremony through to the end tying their wrists together as he finished and announced the couple officially married. Later that evening, Khan stepped into the study and looked at the others, Feral joined him a second later. Max and Jacob were laying on the floor absently fondling each other, as Chance and Jake sat across the room talking with Peter. Khan smiled as he observed the naked group. "I have a family now." He said quietly as his hand wrapped around Feral's. End. (I know, I didn't show the sex, but I may write the ceremony later.) [This message contained attachments] ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 2 Date: Tue, 17 Oct 2000 21:02:46 -0000 From: "Proxima Shatterclaw" Subject: Re: Ai Wa Boomerang Rahshu Az-Mansur wrote: > In response to Proxima's story challenge, I present my take to this idea: > I really took liberties with this, but hey, I don't think anyone'll complain too much. Wow. That was really powerful. I never expected anythinh like that from my challange. All I can say is that I was impressed. The first paragraph alone captured so much imagery that I was totaly drawn into the story. The rest of the story, the images, the emotions, everything, was so cyrstal clear in my mind as I read. You managed to do a very difficult thing. Perhaps the satire with the teacher's topics was a little thick for my taste at the end but I could still see the point in it. Great writing, powerful social commentary. I'm glad I read this one. --Proxima ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 3 Date: Tue, 17 Oct 2000 19:45:46 -0700 From: Rauhnee Ranshanka Subject: BlackNet Update (SWAT Kats Fic) 16 Stories by 4 Authors in the land of SWAT Kats Fic. by Kane New Friends from Old NC-17: AU, Slash (M/M), Jake/ Chance For Proxima's 'High School Date' Challenge. Jake and Chance are teenagers going to high school together. They've been best friends for years but nothing else has come of it relationship-wise. Jake finaly builds up the courage to ask Chance out and he says yes. by Rahshu Az-Mansur Ai Wa Boomerang PG: Slash (M/M), Jake/ Chance For Proxima's 'High School Date' Challenge. by Rauhnee Ranshanka A School Date #1: Risk and Reward NC-17: Slash (M/M), Teens (14/15), First Times, AU; Jake/ Chance For Proxima's 'High School Date' Challenge. At the risk of a lifelong friendship, Jake Clawson makes a choice in high school in hope of fulfilling a dream. Duty Forever PG: Slash (M/M), Violence, Death, Established Relationships Sockii wanted a story of 500 words or less starting or ended with 'the rest is silence'. by Wielder The Mainstream Series (series complete) NC-17: M/M Relashonships and Sex, Croassover (Tail Spin) Jake/ Chance/ Feral/ Sher Khan/ OMCs pt 01: Jake and the TurboKat (update) Act of fiction and parody with spooge between two males and a more Animate object than one would think. pt 02: SWAT Kats and Their New Friend (update) His is a story of spooge, parody, and fun. 3 males enjoying each others Company. Don't read it unless you like that sort of stuff. pt 03: Feral's World: The Bar (update) This is a story for fun and amusement only. Well, maybe a little pleasure too, but that's personal. pt 04: Lost Soul (update) Be warned! This story contains little smut but is intense and hits a personal nerve. It defines the characters Max and Jacob a little better and is a glossy version of real situations. I hope you enjoy it none-the less. The subject matter is severe. If rape situations bother you like they do me, then you may want to prepare yourself first. Originally this story was not planned this way, but it wrote itself as many of my stories do. pt 05: Turnabout Chance gets caught up in a surprise for Jake. pt 06: Boy Talk (update) This story is another installment in my universe. Not any smut in this one, just a short (Compared to my usual stuff anyway) little story to build the characters. pt 07: Warpaint (update) The results of Jake's gift. pt 08: The Note (update) This was a quick little thing that seemed appropriate as a followup to Warpaint. No spooge. Implied revenge. :) pt 09: The Arrival (update) Some heavy and excited spooge going on and this is only written cause Rauhnee planted an evil seed in my head. Not that I mind. :) Male male stuff. Crossover of sorts as well. pt 10: Dating and Circumstances Further adventures of Feral And Khan. pt 11: Circumstances of Dating Heavy and excited spooge flying everywhere in this one. Male/Male and a bit of a crossover. Jake, Chance, Feral, Sher Khan. pt 12: Vows This is yet another installment in my universe and marks the end of this series. Yeah right, who am I kidding? -- The BlackNet Staff http://www.swatkats.org ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 4 Date: Tue, 17 Oct 2000 21:56:10 CDT From: "Id Wielder" Subject: Re: BlackNet Update (SWAT Kats Fic) >pt 12: Vows >This is yet another installment in my universe and marks the end >of this series. Yeah right, who am I kidding? Rauhnee, there's an error here. Part 12 is Past Lives. Part 13 is Vows. Wielder _________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com. Share information about yourself, create your own public profile at http://profiles.msn.com. ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 5 Date: Tue, 17 Oct 2000 20:01:09 -0700 From: Rauhnee Ranshanka Subject: Re: BlackNet Update (SWAT Kats Fic) Id Wielder wrote: > >pt 12: Vows > >This is yet another installment in my universe and marks the end > >of this series. Yeah right, who am I kidding? > > Rauhnee, there's an error here. Part 12 is Past Lives. Part 13 > is Vows. Please resent Past Lives ... I never got it, or it got lost in the e-mail mess. Even odds of each; the same solution. Thanks for checking. On a side note, I found up doing this update I didn't get Turnabout the first time either. -- Rauhnee ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Subject: [SWATKats_Adult] Digest Number 327 Date: 19 Oct 2000 11:51:38 -0000 From: SWATKats_Adult@egroups.com To: SWATKats_Adult@egroups.com -------------------------- eGroups Sponsor -------------------------~-~> eGroups eLerts It's Easy. It's Fun. Best of All, it's Free! http://click.egroups.com/1/9698/0/_/450810/_/971956298/ ---------------------------------------------------------------------_-> FAQ/ Rules: http://www.swatkats.net/~lists/ MKC BlackNet: http://www.swatkats.org The Galleries: http://www.Shadowynd.com/~calis ------------------------------------------------------------------------ There is 1 message in this issue. Topics in this digest: 1. Sex Team Challenge From: Rauhnee Ranshanka ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 1 Date: Wed, 18 Oct 2000 21:38:00 -0700 From: Rauhnee Ranshanka Subject: Sex Team Challenge In Wild Kingdom 11 there is a very cool little comic by David Bliss with such interesting world concepts I want to see it in the SK world; *especially* if you can mix it with Proxima's 'High School Date' Challenge. I'm looking forward to this one's results -- images or stories ;) The comic is intended only as inspiration, not canon. It's 1.5 MB (12 pages B&W NC-17 M+/F) and is at http://www.egroups.com/files/SWATKats_Adult/Sports_Team.jpg If you have trouble downloading it, tell me and we'll find another way to send it to you. It doesn't seem to like displaying in a browser, so you'll probably have to download it to view it. I don't know what's up with that. -- Rauhnee ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Subject: [SWATKats_Adult] Digest Number 328 Date: 20 Oct 2000 15:59:52 -0000 From: SWATKats_Adult@egroups.com To: SWATKats_Adult@egroups.com -------------------------- eGroups Sponsor -------------------------~-~> eLerts It's Easy. It's Fun. Best of All, it's Free! http://click.egroups.com/1/9699/0/_/450810/_/972057592/ ---------------------------------------------------------------------_-> FAQ/ Rules: http://www.swatkats.net/~lists/ MKC BlackNet: http://www.swatkats.org The Galleries: http://www.Shadowynd.com/~calis ------------------------------------------------------------------------ There are 5 messages in this issue. Topics in this digest: 1. FIC: For I Still Love Her From: Rauhnee Ranshanka 2. Re: FIC: For I Still Love Her From: "Id Wielder" 3. Re: FIC: For I Still Love Her From: Rauhnee Ranshanka 4. Re: FIC: For I Still Love Her From: "Id Wielder" 5. Re: FIC: For I Still Love Her From: Rauhnee Ranshanka ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 1 Date: Thu, 19 Oct 2000 15:17:03 -0700 From: Rauhnee Ranshanka Subject: FIC: For I Still Love Her Title: For I Still Love Her Series: Ghost Stories Date: October 19, 2000 Author: Rauhnee Ranshanka Email: GateKat@SWATKats.net Fandom: SWAT Kats Parings: Jake Clawson/ Chance Furlong, Jake Clawson/ Talla Clawson Rating: PG Codes: Slash (M/M), Het (M/F), Established Relationships, Supernatural Status: New. Finished. Website: http://www.Shadowynd.com/~rauhnee/index.html Archive: Yes to: BlackNet, CKoS, HiddenTruths, TranformationFic WWOMB All Others: Just let me know where. Spoilers: None I know of. Summary: Jake came to MegaKat City almost nine years ago for a reason. That reason has now followed him there, and wants something difficult to give. Disclaimers: Not mine, but TPTB weren't letting them play. Notes: For Steelknight's HiddenTruth's Ghost Story Challenge: Write a slashy ghost story, it can be a haunted place your lovers go too or a ghost of a past lover that still haunts his living lover; Anyway you want to write it, any length from 100 words on up, ratings from G to NC17. This one turned out *way* weird, but that's what I get for writing a challenge ghost story at 3am. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ "Uhh, Razor?" T-Bone's voice was a little shaky and definitely disturbed as he called for his partner's attention in their Hanger. "We have ... company?" "Oh, krud." The lean tom breathed as his head came out of the TurboKat's bomb bay and got a good look at the faintly glowing, translucent white she-kat in her late teens hovering a few inches above the floor on the other side of the room. "Rrr ... uh, hi Talla." Pain and regret laced his low voice. "You two ... know each other?" T-Bone tensed, but backed out of the way as the phantasm glided towards his partner. "Yah." Razor leaped off the jet and removed his helmet and mask as she glanced at the big tabby for the first time. "Talla, this is Chance Furlong, my partner and mate. Chance ... Talla Clawson, my wife." W ... wife?" T-Bone's eyes went wide as he nearly lost his balance. "Yah." Jake lowered his gaze, his voice rough with buried emotions. "This is why I came here, or the cause of it at least." "Uhh, buddy ... I think you need to explain this one slowly ... and from the beginning." He lowered himself onto a nearby bench and gave Talla a very through looking over. He blinked when it registered that she was most likely pregnant. "She isn't a threat, right?" "Unless you try to hurt me, no." Jake blinked a little moisture from his eyes and held his hand out to the silent ghost. Their fingers mingled for a moment before she managed to become a little more solid and smiled at him in pure joy. "I don't want to explain this here." "Then where?" T-Bone stood as calmly as he could with a sinking heart as similar images of Razor and Callista flickering up unbidden. Especially the passionate kiss he was sure his partner didn't know he'd seen. He knew he'd barely talked his mate into coming home that time, and this .... "Upstairs ... bedroom." Jake shivered and sighed as Talla embraced him, half solid. "I've missed you so much, love." Chance cringed outright to hear an endearment the lean tom had not said to him their four years as mates directed at another as put his mask and helmet away, then followed the pair upstairs. He was barely able to listen as Jake started the story. Only his partner's obvious pain kept him focused as he watched from the foot of their bed. "We, Talla and I, grew up on a racing Thoroughbred ranch, The Shattered Storm." The cinnamon tom spoke softly as his wife drifted next to him, trying to seem to be siting at his side at the head of the bed. He pulled himself into a slightly tighter ball, pressing his knees against his chest and trembled a little more. "We married just after my seventeenth birthday, in time for her heat that year to produce an heir. When it was certain she was carrying we got to go on our honeymoon. Two daughters and son." He fell silent and hid his face in crossed arms for a long time as Talla caressed his hair with phantom fingers, even sadder than before. When he finally looked up again, his eyes were red rimmed and his fur damp. "We spent seven weeks in the mountains; hiking, swimming, lounging around ... getting reacquainted." He fell silent again. "We were hiking in the mountains ... she slipped, died in a rock slide." Talla did her best to embrace her husband as Tom and fem fell silent as Jake lost what was left of his control and began sobbing, his shoulders heaving with each ragged breath. Chance finally had all he could take and moved to the head of the bed, on the opposite side of his mate from Talla. "I love him too." He whispered at her and curled around the lean tom. "I love you Jake." "I know." He forced out between hiccuping sobs and leaned into his mate. "I know." He whispered as his body finally calmed down, leaving him weak and cold. "I need ..." Talla hesitated, her voice light and echoing as both of them stared at her in shock. "You kittens souls are trapped in me. They will only leave to be _your_ kittens." She strained to continue and spoke more quickly. "I can't rest until they are born. I need you to breed love." "Talla ..." Jake froze as she leaned forward to kiss him; a tender, loving touch he returned before she faded completely. "Love ..." Chance tried very hard to keep the agony from his voice. "If this is what's required ... I'll help you find their mother. Whatever you want in her, just tell me." Jake regarded his mate with more than a little bewilderment. "Why?" The tabby closed his eyes and drew a deep breath. "Because I love you. I want what's best for you, even ... even when it hurts." "Oh." He dropped his eyes to his hands. "How ... willing are you to do what's ... necessary to find her?" "Any thing I can." "Sure?" Jake looked up, already seeing the answer in golden eyes. The tabby nodded. "Just tell me what." "You have to trust me." He twisted up to claim a tearful kiss. "Because you are her, love." "Urrr ..." Chance pulled away, staring at his partner. "_How_?" "You're going to have to trust me. It's possible and it's not permanent. Just long enough for the kittens to be born and weaned." He caressed his mate's face. "Will you?" The tabby worked his jaw for several moments, trying to get the words out. "I'd be their ... blood mother? _Our_ kittens?" "Yes." He nodded. "_Our_ kittens, by blood. Talla's and mine by soul." Chance took a deep breath. "I trust you." -- End: For I Still Love Her ... 1/1 by Rauhnee Ranshanka GateKat@SWATKats.Net http://www.Shadowynd.com/~rauhnee/index.html ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 2 Date: Thu, 19 Oct 2000 20:56:17 CDT From: "Id Wielder" Subject: Re: FIC: For I Still Love Her >Title: For I Still Love Her >Series: Ghost Stories >Date: October 19, 2000 >Author: Rauhnee Ranshanka >Email: GateKat@SWATKats.net >Fandom: SWAT Kats >Parings: Jake Clawson/ Chance Furlong, > Jake Clawson/ Talla Clawson >Rating: PG >Codes: Slash (M/M), Het (M/F), Established Relationships, > Supernatural >Status: New. Finished. >Website: http://www.Shadowynd.com/~rauhnee/index.html >Archive: Yes to: BlackNet, CKoS, HiddenTruths, TranformationFic > WWOMB >All Others: Just let me know where. I r3elly look forward to seeing this Rauhnee. Being gay and wishing to actually sire children is a conflict I live with daily. This sounds very self gratifying. I look forward to seeing this. Wielder _________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com. Share information about yourself, create your own public profile at http://profiles.msn.com. ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 3 Date: Thu, 19 Oct 2000 19:27:55 -0700 From: Rauhnee Ranshanka Subject: Re: FIC: For I Still Love Her Id Wielder wrote: > I r3elly look forward to seeing this Rauhnee. Urr, I'm sorry, but I'm really not planning on writing more of this plotline. Not to say it can't happen (you know Muses), but it's not planned. > Being gay and wishing > to actually sire children is a conflict I live with daily. This > sounds very self gratifying. I suspect it would be, if extremely strange. -- Rauhnee ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 4 Date: Thu, 19 Oct 2000 21:42:38 CDT From: "Id Wielder" Subject: Re: FIC: For I Still Love Her >Urr, I'm sorry, but I'm really not planning on writing more of >this plotline. Not to say it can't happen (you know Muses), but >it's not planned. Rats! > > Being gay and wishing > > to actually sire children is a conflict I live with daily. This > > sounds very self gratifying. > >I suspect it would be, if extremely strange. Well, not for me really. I wrote half a story some time back that has Cerebus (The three headed dog from Mythology) mating with a man and magically making him pregnant. It's not strange to me. In a way it seems decidedly romantic. Do you know how many women would sell their soul if men could give birth? :) Wielder _________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com. Share information about yourself, create your own public profile at http://profiles.msn.com. ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 5 Date: Thu, 19 Oct 2000 19:46:28 -0700 From: Rauhnee Ranshanka Subject: Re: FIC: For I Still Love Her Id Wielder wrote: > >I suspect it would be, if extremely strange. > Well, not for me really. I wrote half a story some time back that > has Cerebus (The three headed dog from Mythology) mating with a man > and magically making him pregnant. Okay, let me rephrase that. The way it's happening in *this* world would be extremely strange. Jake wasn't playing with words when he told Chance 'he was her'. He did mean it literally. Though Chance with tits has it's appeal ... > Do you know how many women would sell their soul if men could give birth? :) I've got a decent idea :) -- Rauhnee ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Subject: [SWATKats_Adult] Digest Number 329 Date: 21 Oct 2000 14:11:58 -0000 From: SWATKats_Adult@egroups.com To: SWATKats_Adult@egroups.com -------------------------- eGroups Sponsor -------------------------~-~> eGroups eLerts It's Easy. It's Fun. 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FIC: The Strength of Desire.NC-17.SWATKats.M/M/F From: Rauhnee Ranshanka ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 1 Date: Sat, 21 Oct 2000 01:24:08 -0700 From: Rauhnee Ranshanka Subject: FIC: The Strength of Desire.NC-17.SWATKats.M/M/F Title: The Strength of Desire Series: A School Date Date: October 15, 2000 Author: Rauhnee Ranshanka Email: GateKat@SWATKats.net Fandom: SWAT Kats Parings: Jake Clawson/ Brandy Darkfur / Chance Furlong Jake Clawson/ Chance Furlong Rating: NC-17 for M/F and M/F/M sexual encounters Codes: Slash (M/M), Het (M/F), Teen Sex (M 15/M 16/F 16), First Times, AU Status: New. Finished. Website: http://www.Shadowynd.com/~rauhnee/index.html Archive: Yes to: BlackNet, RedRoom, WWOMB All Others: Just let me know where. Spoilers: None, pre-show. Summary: From the recklessness of high school youth, Jake Clawson comes to a distressing realization about the tabby he's known all his life. Disclaimers: Not mine, but TPTB weren't letting them play. Notes: For Proxima's SKA Story Challenge: Jake and Chance are teenagers going to high school together. They've been best friends for years but nothing else has come of it relationship-wise. Jake finally builds up the courage to ask Chance out and he says yes. Jake spends the next couple of days going crazy making sure that their first date will go perfectly. Do Jake's plans fall apart? Does it turn out to be a beautifully romantic evening? Does anything happen after the date ;)? It's all up to you. ----- This is the _other_ Jake Clawson I work with regularly. Well, one of them. The third hasn't gotten much screen time and he's finally bitching about it. Guess who's going to be writing a third one for this challenge? And, Kat's is _that_ one going to be AU! Pyday is the 8th day of their week. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Jake smiled playfully as he pinned the giggling black and brown she-kat between his arms against her open locker. "I still don't hear a 'no', Brandy." "And you won't." She giggled again and blushed under dark fur as he leaned forward to kiss her mouth. "I've heard about you." "Good things, I hope." He quirked an eyebrow. "Skillful things." She purred. "About what you can do with this;" slender fingers ghosted over the slight bulge in his tight jeans. "And your tongue." "Good to know I've left such an impression." Jake chuckled with a hungry grin. "Are you going to put me to the test?" "Mmmm." She cocked her head and pretended to think about it. "I don't know ... I heard other things too." "Same things I've heard about you." He crooned, stepping away from her as a muscular chocolate on gold tabby walking down the hall caught his attention. "You get distracted easily." She half pouted. "Hardly." Jake snorted as the big male leaned against the wall several lengths from them and watched, his backpack on the floor at his feet. "Chance is probably the only Kat in the school I won't sleep with." "Not what I heard." She gave the tabby a good looking over before shifting her weight to assess Jake's reaction to the blatant lie. He just shrugged. "My place, Pyday evening?" She shook her head and laughed as she grabbed her own pack and walked off. "I'll be there." "Hi, Chance." Jake smiled with real warmth at his lifelong friend as they fell into step, walking towards the parking lot and Jake's bright red motorcycle. "Hi." The tabby hesitated a moment, then shook his head. "Aren't you ever going to get tired of just fooling around?" "Not yet." He shrugged, a little uneasy. "I don't see why you insist on waiting for someone special." "Because it's better when you care about your bedmate." Chance replied easily. "If you'd ever slept with someone you _did_ care about, you'd know that." Jake went quiet until they reached the bike and didn't look at the other tom as they secured their backpacks behind the deep seat. His voice was very low in the busy parking lot when he finally answered. "Because that would have to be you." The tabby froze, stunned at the unexpected statement and nearly missed getting on the bike behind his friend. He didn't see any of the rapidly passing homes as they headed to the edge of town and Jake's isolated house, lost in thought at the implications of the lean Kat's statement, then it wondered on to the Kat who made it. He never ceased to wonder at how well the young tom had done emancipated. He lived better than most adults; although he was only a high school sophomore, and a young one at that, he was already selling his vehicle designs. "Yo, Chance? You alive?" Jake's voice snapped the bigger tom out of his thoughts in the home's garage. "Yah." He shook his head to clear it and met the concerned look his friend gave him. "Just thinking." "You know better than to do that." Jake chuckled and thumped the tabby's shoulder and headed for the inside door. "How long you get to stay?" Chance shrugged. "Long as I want." "I thought you had to be accountable or something these days." The lean tom asked over his shoulder as the entered the house and headed for the kitchen. "As long as I keep my grades and attendance up, nobody checks." He shrugged and accepted the cold soda. "Dad sure as hell doesn't care." "He hit you again, didn't he?" He gave the bigger Kat a critical once-over, just barely keeping the anger out of his stance. Chance shook his head. "Mom and Timothy got it this time." They both slipped into an uncomfortable silence as Jake lead the way down to the large den. "Then let's make sure a least you stay safe." "Hu?" "Get your homework out." Jake dropped into a chair at a dinning table with a very serious expression. "You're grades are going to go up and stay there as long as I'm your friend." "You don't ..." His voice trailed off at the fiery determination facing him and sat down, mollified. "Thanks, buddy." "You're smart enough to do well." Jake rested a hand on his shoulder. "Don't you dare buy what those creeps say." Chance stared at the lean Kat next to him in a mixture of thanks and bewilderment. "You _are_ smart, Chance." He assured sadly. "Not as smart as you." "Does it matter?" Jake cocked his head. "There are Kats smarter than me too." "I ... guess not." Chance pulled his math homework out. "Thanks." "Anytime." The lean tom smiled at him. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Chance glanced at the clock the two days later as they lounged watching TV; anxiety increasing as he tried to figure out when Jake would ask him to leave so he'd be free to play with his new 'girlfriend'. "Umm, Chance?" Jake shifted to face his friend a little more. "Yah?" "I was wondering if you ... well, if you'd like to try a threesome? With Brandy and me." The tabby's breath caught in surprise as he tried to understand the offer. "Uhh, sure, why?" The lean tom shrugged. "I thought it might be fun ... and I don't really want you to, well, I don't want to risk loosing you to that _thing_ that claims to be your sire." Chance just stared at his best friend for a long time as Jake wouldn't quite meet his gaze. His voice was very low when he finally broke the silence between them. "I could just go out back and work on a car or something ..." "You can." Jake nodded uncertainly. "I just thought it might be ... fun." He watched the younger tom carefully, not ready to really think about some of the possible implications and forced himself to grin as he started to warm up to the idea of sharing a bed with Jake and a girl, no matter how weird it seemed. "Yah, I think it will be." ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ "Hi, Brandy." Jake smiled at her when he opened the door shortly after dusk dressed only in a loose pair of shorts and showed her in. "How adventurous are you feeling?" "You planned something ... interesting?" She purred softly as he slid a hand under her miniskirt to caress her ass, pleased to find it bare. "You might say that." He breathed in the erotic mix of her mild arousal and perfume and shifted behind her to slide one arm around her body to fondle her firm breasts. "You have two toms to please you tonight. I invited Chance to join the party." "Mmm, I like your style." She leaned back against him and breathed sharply as he shifted his hand from her ass to slide across her slicked clit teasingly. "Good." He purred softly and nipped her neck before twisting to put her back against the wall and slid to one knee, caressing her body on the way down. "But you're mine first." "Bold kitten." Her breath caught as his tongue pushed inside her, then lapped forward to tantalize the rest of her crotch. "Ohh, yessss." "Tastes good." He purred against her clit before resuming his hungry exploration, encouraged by what the mews and gasps of pleasure above him. "Ohhhh, yessss ..." She shuddered, pressing her thighs together against the strength of her lover's hands and clutched at the wall. "I like _your_ style." He crooned against her neck as he stood, pressing his fingers into her slick crotch. His breath quickened as her muscles spasmed under them. "Very responsive." "Your friend ... this good?" She gasped between deep breaths. "Don't know." Jake chuckled and he licked his mussel clean as she leaned against him. "Care to find out?" "Yah, just one question ... _how_ did you learn to do that at fifteen?" She glared at him incredulously and tried to pull her short skirt down with one hand. "A lot of practice." He purred against her ear. "It's my favorite kind of play." "Mmmm, and your friend's?" She leaned against him, not sparing the obvious bulge in his shorts a lack of interest. "You'll see." He smirked as he opened the door to the master bedroom, revealing a rather bored, heavily built tabby lounging naked on the huge bed, the sheets covering only his feet. "Looks like you started the party without me." He growled playfully as he looked the pair over. "Just getting me warmed up." Brandy crooned, taking a very good look at what was considered one of the more difficult Kats in school to get a date with, and absently wondered what in the world held these two together. Jake stood behind her but kept his eyes on the tabby as he loosened her blouse, then hiked her miniskirt up and returned one hand to cup and kneed her firm tits, drawing several moans from the dripping shekat. "What do you think?" "That you've _played_ with her too long." Chance chuckled, his still-adolescent voice husky with arousal as his eyes roamed over the scene of his best friend fondling an attractive, half-naked, very aroused and willing shekat. An enticing show he was well aware was done mostly for him. "Mmm, I don't think _we've_ played with her nearly enough." Jake crooned, urging Brandy onto the bed. She glanced between the excited males and grinned. "My turn to call the shots. On your knees, brace your back against the wall, tiger." She helped guide him willingly into the position she wanted, half surprised when it became obvious he knew what to do. "I like a decisive partner." Chance purred as she kissed him and guided herself into his thick cock. "Good." She shifted experimentally, adjusting her position to rub his fur against her clit a little more and flicked her tail along her spine. "I understand you like the back position ...." "Oh, yah." He breathed and wasted no time grabbing the lube from his nightstand and began preparing her as quickly as he could. He looked up at the tabby's face when the other tom gasped. "Chance?" "I can feel your fingers ... moving inside her." A mixture of surprise and pleasure colored his husky voice. "Mmm, yes." Brandy purred and nipped Chance's neck as the cinnamon tom spread more lube along his cock. "It's _very_ good." "Ready?" Jake whispered, pressed against her back with the tip of his cock teasing her ass. "Yesss." She groaned as he pushed in hard, burring himself to the sheath in a single motion, then held still. The raw shock on the tabby's face was enough to hold both their attentions for a moment. "Move, buddy." Jake began rocking and groaned deeply at the feel of a thick cock rubbing again his own inside her. "It gets better." He crooned, leaning forward to kiss him over Brandy's shoulder. "Fuck her so I can feel it." Chance swallowed as his friend slid back a little to bite her right shoulder and let his body do what it knew. When he felt his male partner begin to shudder he claimed her left shoulder and let everything go. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Brandy woke still feeling the sated contentment of last night, but to an empty, almost cool bed. She blinked and looked around Jake's large bedroom, a little surprised at how bare of personal touches it was. But at the same time, what was there was very nice, even if it said little about the owner but his taste in aircraft, motorcycles and color; something the entire school was well aware of. She stretched and slid out of bed to search for her host, unconcerned with her nudity. After all, it was their bodies that brought her here; but it was his touch that would bring her back. Jeff wasn't lying when he said the younger tom was a considerate and passionate bedmate. She smiled to find both males dressed and sitting on a small pier in the huge fishpond in the back yard. Jake sat on the edge with both feet dangling in the water, Chance was kneeling next to him with one hand on the lean tom's shoulder. Her smile disappeared when it registered that they were both pretty upset. She turned around to find the shower an dress. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Jake?" Chance whispered uncertainly as he knelt next to his best friend as the smaller Kat watched his fat koi swim around his feet. "Hi." The tabby shivered at the depression in that voice. "Something wrong?" "You were right." He buried his face in crossed arms as he brought his knees up. "Oh." Chance cautiously wrapped his arm around his friend's shoulders, relieved when the slender tom leaned on him a little, but not comforted at all by the fear so prevalent in his scent. "It's not that big a deal, Jake. You'll find someone you care about." "You don't _get_ it." He growled without moving. "I don't _want_ a relationship like that ... not with _anyone_. Especially not with you." "What's wrong with me?" "You're by best _friend_, Chance." He looked up into confused and worried golden eyes. "I don't want ... friends can last a lifetime ... mates don't. I don't want to loose you." "You won't, Jake." Chance cupped the tom's cheek. "And mates can be for a lifetime." "Umm, guys." Brandy's scared voice just behind them drew their attention. "There are Enforcers at the door." "Why?" Jake was more than a little annoyed as he and Chance followed the hurriedly dressed and still damp fem to the front door. "Something about Chance." She shivered at the defensive rage that flickered to the surface of Jake's demeanor. "They don't look happy." "Unless they need to talk to you, you should probably leave." "Umm, yah, good idea." She fell back, behind both toms as Jake opened the door and ushered both Enforcers in. "I'm Detective Tydin Swyla." A handsome Cheetah male introduced himself. "This is Detective Felina Feral." He motioned to a taller, heavily built brown and black she-kat. "Morning Detectives." Jake motioned them to sit on the living room couch. "Do you need to talk to Brandy?" He nodded at the very nervous fem. "Are you very close to Chance?" Felina asked the other female gently. "No, ma'am." She shivered. "Then probably not." Tydin turned his attention to the distressed young toms across from him as the girl bolted. "We have some bad news, Chance." He tried to speak both calmly and sympathetically without loosing his authority. It was a trick his partner had yet to pick up. "Your parents and five siblings are dead." The young tabby shivered and accepted the comforting touch of his lean friend. "How?" His voice was weak. "We don't know for sure, but it looks like your father shot them, them took his own life." Felina spoke softly, kneeling next to him to offer what little comfort she could. "Makes sense." Chance whispered, holding himself tightly. "He's threatened it enough times. I guess he finally lost it." "Do you have a place to say?" She asked. "Yes." Jake spoke up strongly enough to get both Enforcers attention and rubbed Chance's leg, speaking to the shocked tabby. "You're welcome here as long as you want to stay." "Ththanks." He whispered with an uncertain glance at his friend, then tried to smile at him. "Thanks." "You said he'd threatened this before?" Tydin caught their attention. "Do you think you're up to telling us about it now? It would be helpful in getting this over with as quickly as possible." "I think so." Chance steadied himself. "Do ... can we eat first? I haven't had breakfast yet." "Of course." Jake and Felina spoke as one, then glanced at each other in muted amusement. "Come on, everybody sit at the table and I'll cook up something." Jake helped his friend up, then let him go. "You two hungry?" "We're fine, thank you." Tydin answered and Felina nodded as they moved to the dining room, which was open to the kitchen. "Where are your parents, Jake?" Felina asked for some small talk. "Honor's Green Cemetery." He shrugged and pulled out eggs and several containers with various colored contents from the refrigerator. "I've been emancipated for almost two years." "Oh, I'm sorry." She backed off quickly. "It's okay." He offered a weak smile, and motioned to the house and property around them. "I've done pretty well, all things considered." "So what are your hobbies?" Tydin tried for a safer topic. "All sorts of things." Jake make a decided effort to chat so Chance could sit quietly and try to absorb the news of the day while he cooked an omelet for the tabby. "I make an income with schematics of aircraft and combat vehicles, and a couple civilian items. It's good money for not a lot of work." He paused to flip the omelet closed, then over a few seconds later. "So I guess you could call high school a hobby, but mostly I like designing and building stuff." He waved a free hand around the house. "About half the gadgets in here are mine design." "Wow." Felina gave honest praise as he slid the omelet onto a plate and pushed it in front of Chance's nose and handed him a fork. "Eat, buddy." He gave the tabby's face a single caress with the back of his hand before moving to make his own meal. "Thanks." He made the effort required with no enthusiasm. "Any time." Jake tried to sound upbeat but didn't quite make it, then his shoulders slumped. "Hell of a way to start a day, hu?" "Yah." The tabby mumbled around a mouthful of food, then looked at the two Enforcers. "Will either of you cause a fuss if I have a drink?" The partners shared a glance and shook their heads. "Just don't get _drunk_ in front of us." Felina added as an open beer-milk can was set in front of the tabby. "Thanks." He mumbled and downed half the can in one swallow before returning to his food with fractionally more interest. "So what about this case brought _two_ detectives to my door instead of an officer?" Jake prodded for information as he whipped his eggs to a yellow froth. "Sixteen deaths and over thirty injured." Tydin offered quietly as both teenagers snapped their focus on him. "You said ..." Chance opened his mouth. "We don't know who all the others are yet. We found a family portrait with seven of the victims and you and made some assumptions based on it." He continued softly. "Our job was to track you down." Felina added. "Both to find out if you'd been killed as well, or if you were alive, it's hoped you can identify some of the victims." "You're sure it's my father, though?" He shivered despite the comfortable warmth of the room. "One of the officers on scene knew him, your mother and one of your brothers fairly well." Tydin explained. "It's as certain as we can be before the fingerprints come back." "Officer Exile Ice-Eyes?" Chance asked to their surprise. "Blue and white husky male." "Yes." Felina nodded. "You know him?" "Only from dad's cursings." He lowered his eyes and picked at the half omelet that was still on his plate. "And I saw him a couple times. I try to stay away from the house when dad's drinking, but I guess Officer Ice-Eyes was there a lot." "He was, unfortunately not soon enough this time, though." Tydin nodded as Jake sat down with his own breakfast and a glass of plain milk. "At least he wasn't killed by showing up too soon." Chance whispered. "How'd ... where'd the others ..." The officers exchanged looks and Felina answered. "Most were shot in the street or in their doorways within view of your house." Chance shut his eyes and pulled his wallet out. "You two saw all the dead and injured?" "Yes." Tydin nodded as the tabby pulled out a small photo of a smiling blue-eyed, black furred girl his age with a white blaze down her face and handed it to Felina. "Is she ... among them?" "I'm sorry, Chance." Tydin didn't know how to console this teenager who was taking so much loss so bravely. "She's in critical condition." "But alive." He pressed. "As of when we last heard, yes." Felina consented. "Where?" Jake interrupted sharply, catching Chance's attention as a flicker of hope crossed the tabby's face. "Sisters of Mercy Hospital." Tydin caught the lean tom as both teens stood. "We ..." "We can talk there as well as anywhere." Jake growled. "The dead can wait, the living can't." "We'll drive." Felina interrupted. Jake opened his mouth to argue with her, then shook his head. "Thanks. I'm probably not in any shape to drive either." ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ "Do ... you want to sleep in my room?" Jake offered tentatively as they shut the front door late that night, both grateful when Detective Swyla called them in an excuse to stay out of school for the week. Chance blinked in surprise, then dropped his eyes. "Yah, I really would. You sure ...." "I'm sure, Chance." He squeezed the tabby's hand. " I can't ... undo what we did, and I won't turn away from you because of it." He looked down. "I can only hope I'm wrong this time." "Uhh, Jake ... are you ... urrr, proposing to me? Like in boyfriends?" He tried very hard to wrap his brain around one too many shocks in one day. "I guess so." He looked up, meeting glazed over golden eyes. "This really isn't the time to discus this ... but I am offering ... asking ... if you'd be my mate." "Mmu ... mate?" He breathed in disbelief. "I guess it would have to wait a few years for the technicalities, but yes." He shivered and took a deep breath. "Or boyfriend, or just friends. Whatever you want, I just don't want to loose you." "You're right, this isn't the time to be talking about this ... but I'd like to be at least your boyfriend and friend. I ... really need to think about that mate part, okay?" "We both do, probably." Jake smiled tiredly. "Bed? We can at least keep each other warm tonight. Talk tomorrow ... maybe make out before we see Syreen and Brandin ...." Chance couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head as they walked to the master bedroom. "Randy Kat." "You know it." He snickered, then stopped the tabby with a touch on the arm and went dead serious as they entered the dark bedroom. "I don't mean you should ... have to. This ... it's a new idea for me for me to sleep with someone I haven't, err ... just _slept_ with." "Jake." He tipped the smaller tom's chin up. "I _know_. Now can we get to sleep before this degrades into a conversation neither of us are ready for?" "Yah, sure." Jake quickly stripped to his underwear and got into bed, watching with a confused heart as his best friend, and now boyfriend, stripped and joined him. But he couldn't deny how good it felt to have the big tabby hold him, and the thought that this might be a nightly occurrence for the rest of his life. -- End: Desire's Path 1 ... 1/1 by Rauhnee Ranshanka GateKat@SWATKats.Net http://www.Shadowynd.com/~rauhnee/index.html ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Subject: [SWATKats_Adult] Digest Number 330 Date: 27 Oct 2000 14:54:49 -0000 From: SWATKats_Adult@egroups.com To: SWATKats_Adult@egroups.com -------------------------- eGroups Sponsor -------------------------~-~> eLerts It's Easy. It's Fun. Best of All, it's Free! http://click.egroups.com/1/9699/0/_/450810/_/972658489/ ---------------------------------------------------------------------_-> FAQ/ Rules: http://www.swatkats.net/~lists/ MKC BlackNet: http://www.swatkats.org The Galleries: http://www.Shadowynd.com/~calis ------------------------------------------------------------------------ There is 1 message in this issue. Topics in this digest: 1. Starting to crawl out from under techo-hell again From: Rauhnee Ranshanka ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 1 Date: Fri, 27 Oct 2000 02:38:57 -0700 From: Rauhnee Ranshanka Subject: Starting to crawl out from under techo-hell again Morning, Sorry for the cross-posting, again, but your listmommy is in tech hell, again. My motherboard when ~fitzt~ and took the chip and a hard drive with it. I've been off line for about three days and basically haven't gotten mail for the last day and a half or so. Listmail I'll catch up on through the archives over the weekend (assuming nothing else goes wrong), but if anything was sent privately in that time, please resend it to gatekat@swatkats.net. Apologies if anything important hit this lists while I was unavailable. -- Rauhnee ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Subject: [SWATKats_Adult] Digest Number 331 Date: 28 Oct 2000 14:03:47 -0000 From: SWATKats_Adult@egroups.com To: SWATKats_Adult@egroups.com -------------------------- eGroups Sponsor -------------------------~-~> eGroups eLerts It's Easy. It's Fun. Best of All, it's Free! http://click.egroups.com/1/9698/0/_/450810/_/972741827/ ---------------------------------------------------------------------_-> FAQ/ Rules: http://www.swatkats.net/~lists/ MKC BlackNet: http://www.swatkats.org The Galleries: http://www.Shadowynd.com/~calis ------------------------------------------------------------------------ There are 2 messages in this issue. Topics in this digest: 1. Fav thing about the show From: Rauhnee Ranshanka 2. Re: Fav thing about the show From: EnsTren@aol.com ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 1 Date: Fri, 27 Oct 2000 23:47:42 -0700 From: Rauhnee Ranshanka Subject: Fav thing about the show What's the thing(s) about the SWAT Kats show you like the best? -- Rauhnee ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 2 Date: Sat, 28 Oct 2000 07:56:24 EDT From: EnsTren@aol.com Subject: Re: Fav thing about the show In a message dated 10/27/00 11:48:10 PM Pacific Daylight Time, gatekat@swatkats.net writes: > What's the thing(s) about the SWAT Kats show you like the best? > excelent animation, anime quality at times and the non 2-D charceters, well some are but some aren't, and some act 2-D untill you get them into a situation. Leaves them open > -- > Rauhnee Nemi ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Subject: [SWATKats_Adult] Digest Number 332 Date: 29 Oct 2000 13:57:48 -0000 From: SWATKats_Adult@egroups.com To: SWATKats_Adult@egroups.com -------------------------- eGroups Sponsor -------------------------~-~> eGroups eLerts It's Easy. It's Fun. Best of All, it's Free! http://click.egroups.com/1/9698/0/_/450810/_/972827868/ ---------------------------------------------------------------------_-> FAQ/ Rules: http://www.swatkats.net/~lists/ MKC BlackNet: http://www.swatkats.org The Galleries: http://www.Shadowynd.com/~calis ------------------------------------------------------------------------ There are 2 messages in this issue. Topics in this digest: 1. Fav Art? From: Rauhnee Ranshanka 2. Fav Art? Addition From: Rauhnee Ranshanka ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 1 Date: Sun, 29 Oct 2000 02:49:09 -0800 From: Rauhnee Ranshanka Subject: Fav Art? Specifically, those that draw SWAT Kats, but if not, that's okay too. Good art is good art. Who is your favorite clean artist and image? Who is your favorite adult artist and image? What image do you desperately want to a story written around? What story do you desperately want to see illustrated? -- Rauhnee ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 2 Date: Sun, 29 Oct 2000 02:52:16 -0800 From: Rauhnee Ranshanka Subject: Fav Art? Addition For reference, most SK art can be found at (feel free to post links to other galleries/ major pages) SKAAG (adult): http://www.shadowynd.com/~calis/SWATKats/index.html SKCAG (clean, Strike's) http://www.whitestorm.com/fanart/fanart.html -- Rauhnee ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Subject: [SWATKats_Adult] Digest Number 333 Date: 30 Oct 2000 17:51:45 -0000 From: SWATKats_Adult@egroups.com To: SWATKats_Adult@egroups.com -------------------------- eGroups Sponsor -------------------------~-~> eGroups eLerts It's Easy. It's Fun. Best of All, it's Free! http://click.egroups.com/1/9698/0/_/450810/_/972928305/ ---------------------------------------------------------------------_-> FAQ/ Rules: http://www.swatkats.net/~lists/ MKC BlackNet: http://www.swatkats.org The Galleries: http://www.Shadowynd.com/~calis ------------------------------------------------------------------------ There are 4 messages in this issue. Topics in this digest: 1. Re: Fav thing about the show From: "Id Wielder" 2. How to tattoo a fur From: Rauhnee Ranshanka 3. Re: How to tattoo a fur From: "Nicodemus Telrenner" 4. Re: How to tattoo a fur From: EnsTren@aol.com ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 1 Date: Sun, 29 Oct 2000 21:48:18 CST From: "Id Wielder" Subject: Re: Fav thing about the show >What's the thing(s) about the SWAT Kats show you like the best? Jake. (Note, this is not Razor.) I love looking at Jake in his civilian outfit. Call me wierd. Wielder _________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com. Share information about yourself, create your own public profile at http://profiles.msn.com. ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 2 Date: Sun, 29 Oct 2000 19:55:13 -0800 From: Rauhnee Ranshanka Subject: How to tattoo a fur No, this isn't a tutorial, it's a request for one, or at least ideas. How would tattooing (permanent alteration of color, and have it visible) work/ be done on a creature covered with fur? -- Rauhnee ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 3 Date: Sun, 29 Oct 2000 23:42:37 -0700 From: "Nicodemus Telrenner" Subject: Re: How to tattoo a fur Well..... Actually i have thought about this. Perhaps it is an ever slight alteration in the follicle by some scientific means, i.e. messing with the fur pigmentation as it grows. ::shrugs:: i dunno. Maybe they have to go in and get it redyed every three months? :-) Nicodemus, the sorcerer "...in the end, it is not to die, it is to die well..." . "Did you ever notice when you're driving, anyone going slower than you is an idiot and everyone going faster than you is a maniac?" "Society is safer (and a lot more polite) when the criminals don't know who's armed." ICQ 20086998 ----- Original Message ----- From: Rauhnee Ranshanka To: SWATKats Adult Sent: Sunday, October 29, 2000 8:55 PM Subject: [SWATKats_Adult] How to tattoo a fur Ever Wanted to SEE Who You Are Chatting with? My Groups | SWATKats_Adult Main Page No, this isn't a tutorial, it's a request for one, or at least ideas. How would tattooing (permanent alteration of color, and have it visible) work/ be done on a creature covered with fur? -- Rauhnee FAQ/ Rules: http://www.swatkats.net/~lists/ MKC BlackNet: http://www.swatkats.org The Galleries: http://www.Shadowynd.com/~calis [This message contained attachments] ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 4 Date: Mon, 30 Oct 2000 04:42:55 EST From: EnsTren@aol.com Subject: Re: How to tattoo a fur In a message dated 10/29/00 7:56:56 PM Pacific Standard Time, gatekat@swatkats.net writes: > No, this isn't a tutorial, it's a request for one, or at least > ideas. > > How would tattooing (permanent alteration of color, and have it > visible) work/ be done on a creature covered with fur? > well, they do have advanced technology so I suppose they could dye the folicals but it would be considered vain and distasteful to make your hair perminantly if it's going grey. > -- > Rauhnee Nemi ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Subject: [SWATKats_Adult] Digest Number 334 Date: 31 Oct 2000 16:45:43 -0000 From: SWATKats_Adult@egroups.com To: SWATKats_Adult@egroups.com -------------------------- eGroups Sponsor -------------------------~-~> eGroups eLerts It's Easy. It's Fun. Best of All, it's Free! http://click.egroups.com/1/9698/0/_/450810/_/973010743/ ---------------------------------------------------------------------_-> FAQ/ Rules: http://www.swatkats.net/~lists/ MKC BlackNet: http://www.swatkats.org The Galleries: http://www.Shadowynd.com/~calis ------------------------------------------------------------------------ There is 1 message in this issue. Topics in this digest: 1. Re: How to tattoo a fur From: "Nicodemus Telrenner" ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 1 Date: Mon, 30 Oct 2000 11:58:05 -0700 From: "Nicodemus Telrenner" Subject: Re: How to tattoo a fur Well, mayhap it would be, but who knows what furrydom would say :) Nicodemus, the sorcerer "...in the end, it is not to die, it is to die well..." . "Did you ever notice when you're driving, anyone going slower than you is an idiot and everyone going faster than you is a maniac?" "Society is safer (and a lot more polite) when the criminals don't know who's armed." ICQ 20086998 ----- Original Message ----- From: EnsTren@aol.com To: SWATKats_Adult@egroups.com Sent: Monday, October 30, 2000 2:42 AM Subject: Re: [SWATKats_Adult] How to tattoo a fur Ever Wanted to SEE Who You Are Chatting with? My Groups | SWATKats_Adult Main Page In a message dated 10/29/00 7:56:56 PM Pacific Standard Time, gatekat@swatkats.net writes: > No, this isn't a tutorial, it's a request for one, or at least > ideas. > > How would tattooing (permanent alteration of color, and have it > visible) work/ be done on a creature covered with fur? > well, they do have advanced technology so I suppose they could dye the folicals but it would be considered vain and distasteful to make your hair perminantly if it's going grey. > -- > Rauhnee Nemi FAQ/ Rules: http://www.swatkats.net/~lists/ MKC BlackNet: http://www.swatkats.org The Galleries: http://www.Shadowynd.com/~calis [This message contained attachments] ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________