Subject: [SWATKats_Adult] Digest Number 100
Date: 1 Nov 1999 12:46:58 -0000
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There are 15 messages in this issue.
Topics in today's digest:
1. Re: Newest Story
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
2. Re: New Story : Turnabout All parts
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
3. Re: Let the games begin!
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
4. Re: SWAT Pirates; Color by Rauhnee
From: Shade Jaguar
5. Nice pic
From: Shade Jaguar
6. Challange!
From: Shade Jaguar
7. Re: Newest Story
From: Rauhnee Ranshanka
8. Re: Let the games begin!
From: gvvy03@snowcrest.net
9. Re: Nice pic
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
10. Re: Challange!
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
11. Newest Story Resend
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
12. Newest Story Part 2
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
13. Newest Story part 3
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
14. Newest Story part 4
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
15. Newest Story resend, Final part
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
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Message: 1
Date: Sun, 31 Oct 1999 08:51:48 PST
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
Subject: Re: Newest Story
> > both. Those eyes were hungry for something. Something other
> > than food. And the images blurred. They were in their
> > rooms.
> >
> > The
> >
>Can I pleasepleaseplease have the rest of the story? It's
>intense so far.
Ooops. Sorry. There ws only one word after "The" and it was "End"
I accidentally got it cut off when I attached the story.
There will be a continuation of this story, but that was all that
time. Didn't mean to tease. Sorry. Unless of course your story
somehow ended in the flashback as the clipped message implies.
If that was the case, I'll send the story again, in smaller chunks.
Wielder
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Message: 2
Date: Sun, 31 Oct 1999 08:54:16 PST
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
Subject: Re: New Story : Turnabout All parts
>Chance trying to be sneaky? He must have been a little
>desperate, in more ways than one. :)
>
>Somehow, I don't think this was any incentive to stop reading
>Jake's fantasies ... or take off with his favorite toys.
Who says he will. :) Of course Jake might be there is all.
Watching, participating. :)
Wielder
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Message: 3
Date: Sun, 31 Oct 1999 09:10:23 PST
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
Subject: Re: Let the games begin!
>Hmm... since no one's done it, I think I might post my story I got
>up (It's only sorta related and kinda reads a la Beautiful Dreamer
>[so the smut part's has the actual act as secondary to the
>experiance itself], so bear with it!)
>Hey, if Weilder don't mind, perhaps I might put up the colored
>rendition that I've done (I like it so much, that I couldn't resist
>adding to it. Hope nobody minds! ;)
Feel free. All I ask is that you don't post it anywhere without
letting me know. Some people do not need to see the pics I draw.
:) BTW, the story contest is still going for a while. No need to
worry about it. Please send it in as soon as possible.
Wielder
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Message: 4
Date: Sun, 31 Oct 1999 14:14:39 -0500
From: Shade Jaguar
Subject: Re: SWAT Pirates; Color by Rauhnee
Rauhnee Ranshanka wrote:
>
> I'm working on a story, but in the meantime here's my coloring. I'm
> really not sure why I didn't remove the black lines as I usually do,
> but it just didn't seem right on this one.
Hey Rauhnee, Shade here,
I love the coloring job, very nice.
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Message: 5
Date: Sun, 31 Oct 1999 14:18:59 -0500
From: Shade Jaguar
Subject: Nice pic
Wielder,
I really like the pic, SWAT Pirates, that you drew. I wonder
though...what is Chance looking at? (G).
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Message: 6
Date: Sun, 31 Oct 1999 14:26:19 -0500
From: Shade Jaguar
Subject: Challange!
Hey everyone out there on the list. This is Shade.
I've a challenge for you, if anyone is willing to take it. I came up
with an idea about drawing Chance and Jake, kissing, hands down each
others boxers. Ok, so it's a little strange but it came to me in a weird
dream. Anyway, I tried to draw it but I just couldn't get it to come out
right. So my challenge to you is to draw Jake and Chance in this
situation or something similar to it, any taker's?
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Message: 7
Date: Sun, 31 Oct 1999 16:14:47 -0800
From: Rauhnee Ranshanka
Subject: Re: Newest Story
Wolf/Mike Wielder wrote:
> > > both. Those eyes were hungry for something. Something other
> > > than food. And the images blurred. They were in their
> > > rooms.
> > >
> >Can I pleasepleaseplease have the rest of the story? It's
> >intense so far.
> Ooops. Sorry. There ws only one word after "The" and it was "End" I
accidentally got it cut off when I attached the story. Unless of course
your story somehow ended in the flashback as the clipped message implies.
Those top three lines are the end of the message I got. If that
really is the end of the story, I really hope the sequel shows up
soon, 'cause this feels incredibly incomplete.
--
Rauhnee
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Message: 8
Date: Sun, 31 Oct 1999 20:42:45 -0800
From: gvvy03@snowcrest.net
Subject: Re: Let the games begin!
> > Hey, if Weilder don't mind, perhaps I might put up the colored rendition
that I've done (I like it so much, that I couldn't resist adding to it.
Hope nobody minds! ;)
>
> This image was up for a coloring contests as well as a story one, so
> please post. It's B&W so we can do that. All the colored versions
> shared then get put up at SKAAG.
Okay cool! I'll post it then! Hope ya like it, as doing the ship deck
was a monster! It's not easy to manipulate huge selections of
semi-transparent material. And for the record, I don't have a
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Message: 9
Date: Sun, 31 Oct 1999 22:33:29 PST
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
Subject: Re: Nice pic
>Wielder,
>I really like the pic, SWAT Pirates, that you drew. I wonder
>though...what is Chance looking at? (G).
That's the whole idea. What is he looking at? Write the story, you
tell me. I have an idea, and I'll write it soon enough, but that's
the contest.
Wielder
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Message: 10
Date: Sun, 31 Oct 1999 22:36:11 PST
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
Subject: Re: Challange!
>Hey everyone out there on the list. This is Shade.
>
>I've a challenge for you, if anyone is willing to take it. I came up
>with an idea about drawing Chance and Jake, kissing, hands down each
>others boxers. Ok, so it's a little strange but it came to me in a weird
>dream. Anyway, I tried to draw it but I just couldn't get it to come out
>right. So my challenge to you is to draw Jake and Chance in this
>situation or something similar to it, any taker's?
I'll give it a try. Maybe you'll like it enough to buy it. :)
Sorry, still trying to make money.
Wielder
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Message: 11
Date: Sun, 31 Oct 1999 22:40:37 PST
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
Subject: Newest Story Resend
>Those top three lines are the end of the message I got. If that
>really is the end of the story, I really hope the sequel shows up
>soon, 'cause this feels incredibly incomplete.
OK. I'll resend the story in parts. That WASN'T the end. Here it
is.
Part one.
Lost Soul
By : Wielder
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.
************
Max awoke in the quiet room and smiled as he slid his arms
through the soft silky blankets in search of his newest
playmate. His fingers stretched on but found nothing. Max
growled softly as he sat up in bed, letting the blankets fall
from his body, exposing his nakedness and his morning
erection. He looked around the room and saw a faint light
shinning from under the bathroom door, and he became aware of
the faint sound of the shower running.
Max growled again as he flopped back onto the bed.
"How does he do that?" Max asked no one in particular.
The shower cut off at that moment, so Max stood and walked
over to the bathroom and opened the door. Th kat grinned as
he watched another kat, this one with almost pitch black fur
and a firm muscled body, step out of the shower busily
toweling his head dry.
Max grinned. Then the towel was brought down to dry the rest
of the wet fur. Jacob saw Max standing near the doorway.
"I didn't wake you did I?" Jacob asked.
Max just grinned and growled softly. "You NEVER wake me."
Max said in mock menace. "How do you get up that early
without an alarm?" he asked as he sat on the toilet.
Jacob shrugged. "In the Academy it's a habit you pick up
quickly."
Max reached a paw out and gently grabbed Jacob's balls.
"Need any help drying these off?"
Jacob grinned. "Not from you." He answered playfully.
"Besides I KNOW what you mean when you say that, and I have
to go to work."
Max sighed. "Do you have to?" he begged. "Between your work
at the Enforcers, and mine at the nightclub, we only have a
little time to see each other."
Jacob grinned as he finished toweling himself off. "We have
the weekends, and I HAVE to go to work. Feral WON'T forgive
me if I call in just so I can fool around all day."
Max pouted. "Maybe I can talk him into it. He does owe me a
favor."
Jacob grinned and slid his paw along Max's face. "Save your
favors. We'll work something out." Jacob grinned and looked
down. "I'll need those before I leave."
Max looked up at Jacob in confusion then realized he still
had the other kat by the balls. Max grinned. "And what if I
don't want to let go."
Jacob grinned and looked Max in the eye. "Then I'll tell
Feral it was your fault."
Max grinned and let the orbs go.
He stood and followed Jacob into the next room and watched
the other kat get dressed. Max sighed and lay down on the
bed.
"Do you regret any of this?" Max asked as he looked up at the
ceiling.
Jacob turned. "Regret what?"
Max propped himself up on one arm. "Having sex with me?"
Jacob shook his head as he put on his shirt. "No. If I did,
do you think I'd keep coming back for more?"
Max didn't grin this time.
Jacob stopped and looked at his lover. "What is it?"
"You always let me play the role of the submissive. I'm
always the bottom, and I admit, I like the position." Now he
was grinning, but it quickly faded. "But you never take the
bottom position, not even in oral sex. Is it me?"
Jacob was startled by the last question. "No. It is not
you." He said firmly, then in a softer tone. "It's me. I
don't think of myself as gay. I've never been attracted to
males until you, and that is an attraction that's not
entirely sexual." Jacob sat on the bed. "I like you, your
personality, your playfulness, but I can't see myself as a
bottom. I've never done it. I'm not sure I'd even like it."
Jacob paused and placed his paw on Max's chest. "I've always
been attracted to fems. I like them. It's usually sexual
with them. I just can't think of myself as gay."
Jacob paused and looked at Max. "Am I making any sense?"
Max smiled and held the hand on his chest. "Maybe you're bi.
You consider that?"
Jacob nodded. "It's just new to me." He said quietly. "I'm
not saying no, I just don't think I'm ready is all."
Max nodded and kissed the paw holding his own. "Well, you
know where I am when you are ready."
Jacob sighed and stood. "Yes, but I have to go to work."
Max climbed back into bed as Jacob finished dressing and left
the apartment quietly.
******
The shadow watched as the dark kat left. The other one was
almost as dark, but he was more a dark brown while the first
was black. They were so familiar to the shadow. It was as
if it knew them. It had followed them since it had first
seen them. Leaving a dark dwelling the townspeople called a
"bar" It had gone there following its enemies, Feral and the
Swat Kats. They had upset its revenge before, but this time
it would learn their secrets, their true identities and
secret lives.
Or at least, that had been the plan. But Feral was not just
a knight, he was more and the shadow had found itself just as
riveted as the audience as Feral danced, stripping away each
flimsy piece of cloth. Then the way he danced with one of
the Swat Kats, it made the shadow hesitate. For the first
time in its existence revenge was secondary, but it couldn't
tell or remember why those acts of carnal lust made it feel
so.
Then he saw them with the other kat, Steele. How they played
with him, then the pain was suddenly too much for the shadow
and it wanted to run screaming, but couldn't. It was the
pair that it watched now that kept it in place. One tied to
the wall while the other satisfied his needs so intimately.
Then Feral and the Swat Kats had finished. The shadow
watched as they dismissed Steele and threatened the dark kat.
For a moment, revenge was gone and the shadow prepared to
give itself away, to PROTECT a stranger. But it was all an
act on the part of Feral and the Swat Kats. They respected
the dark kat and let him go.
So the shadow followed them. Maybe it could figure out what
was tearing it up inside when it looked at them making love.
It was somehow too much, and yet not enough, no where near
enough.
The shadow growled and floated in the mist between two
worlds. The frustration was unbearable, revenge was
forgotten, yet that was all it knew, so why did it stay here?
Why did it find itself unable to turn away from the pair that
captivated it so much? The brown kat was sleeping, Max,
that was his name. The shadow floated closer until it
hovered over the sleeping feline. It would be so easy to
join with this form. It knew this was so, but it wasn't sure
how it knew. It couldn't remember a past, just a past few
days, and yet it knew it would be easier to think if it
joined this kat.
But it held back, afraid. Afraid of causing the feline harm,
yet it was unsure of how it could harm the kat. Yet
something in its being said such a thing might happen. The
shadow resigned itself to its current fate and floated back
to the shadows in the room.
****
Jacob stepped off the elevator onto the top floor of the
Enforcer HQ. Moving automatically he walked down the maze of
corridors towards his office. But he began to slow down as
he walked. The offices were unusually quiet today, yet there
was an obvious tension floating in the air. He walked past
cubicles and offices and saw everyone seated quietly. At
least until he rounded a corner and saw a small group of kats
talking conspiratorially.
"What's going on?" Jacob asked.
The kat who seemed to be the main gossip turned and looked at
Jacob. "You haven't heard?"
Jacob shook his head.
The other kat grinned. "Steele requested a transfer. He
doesn't work here anymore."
Jacob nodded and left, making his way to his own office.
Feral had told him that Steele might do this, simply because
he now had NO chance of getting Feral's job. Jacob stepped
into his office and closed the door. It was a sort of quiet
inner sanctum from the rest of the Enforcers. Jacob looked
at the paperwork piled on his desk, it seemed bigger than
usual. Most of the Enforcers balked at the idea of being an
office worker. They all wanted to work the streets and fly
the jets, but Jacob liked his job. He was good at it, and
when he got off at the end of the night, he'd meet Max at the
bar until Max got off, then they'd go back to one apartment
or another and get off in a completely different way.
Jacob grinned and set himself to the task at hand. In
minutes, he was completely lost in the paperwork.
*****
The shadow approached Max's sleeping form. It had to know.
It HAD to understand. If it hurt the kat, then it would just
pull away back into the shadows. Hovering indecisively, the
shadow made up its mind and floated downward, enveloping the
kat in dark mist, becoming one with him.
*****
Max slowly woke from his dream, it was wonderful. He was
dreaming about Jacob again. Standing and stretching, Max
walked to the bathroom. He passed by the mirror as normal,
but stopped dead in his tracks. The figure staring back at
him was NOT his face. It was unreal. Max reached a paw up
to his face tentatively and slid his fingers down slowly, the
reflection matched his every motion. But the reflection was
comical, a huge kat stood looking back wearing a bizarre red
and yellow outfit.
"What?" Max asked.
A voice spoke inside his head. "Relax. I will not harm you.
We are MadKat now."
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Message: 12
Date: Sun, 31 Oct 1999 22:41:45 PST
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
Subject: Newest Story Part 2
************
Chapter 2
************
Jacob finally finished all of his work and was looking
forward to the night ahead. It was Tuesday again, so Feral
had offered Jacob a ride to the bar, since they were both
going anyway. It seemed strange in a way for Feral to offer
him a ride, but he felt like he was a part of Feral's secret
world now. It wasn't really strange, but he was the only kat
who now seemed to exist on the same plane as the Commander.
Jacob locked up his office and met Feral in the parking lot.
Inside of fifteen minutes they were at the bar. Feral led
the way and even got Jacob in without charge just in time to
see the last few seconds of a sandy brown kat finishing his
strip tease. Jacob and Feral parted ways as Feral went into
the back and Jacob sat at a table in the back. He was
soaking in the atmosphere waiting for Max to show himself
when he noticed the two kats from the week before, the ex-
Enforcers. Unable to resist the idea of getting to know them
better, Jacob stood and approached them.
"Jake Clawson?" Jacob asked the smaller kat.
Jake turned. "Yes?"
Jacob offered his hand. "I'm Jacob, a friend of Feral's."
The bigger one answered. "We know."
Jacob paused when he heard that statement. "You do?"
Jake chuckled. "Feral told us a lot about you."
Jacob smiled. "Mind if I sit?"
"Go ahead." The bigger tom answered.
"I'm sorry," Jacob started, "But I can't remember your name."
The bigger tom grinned. "Chance Furlong."
Jacob nodded. "Do you come here often?" He said it casually
at first then blushed when he realized how much like a pick
up line it sounded like.
Chance and Jake just laughed. "We've only been coming here
for a couple of weeks. Are you here to see Feral?"
Jacob grinned as he shook his head. "No. Not really.
Feral's... Interesting, but I'm here for a friend who works
here. Max."
Chance and Jake exchanged glances. "So you're the guy who
has him tripping over his own tail."
Jacob raised an eyebrow. "You know him?"
"A little." They both answered as one.
Jacob smiled. He liked these two. But the peace was
interrupted as a disgruntled tom moved up next to the table.
Jacob recognized him, a kat that worked at the bar. His name
was Rocky.
"Have you seen Max!?" Rocky asked in a hurry.
Jacob felt a cold knot form in his stomach. "No. He's
supposed to meet me here as usual."
The kat growled. "He's two hours late and he isn't picking
up the phone. No one knows where he is and our staff is
already short."
Jacob stood. "Excuse me." He said to the other two toms.
Then to Rocky, "I need to use your phone."
Rocky nodded and led him away. Chance and Jake were looking
at each other carefully. "Think we should tell Feral?" Jake
asked.
Chance nodded. "After the show. He'd be too worried about
Max to perform. It may just be nothing."
Jacob let the phone ring over a dozen times before he gave up
and returned to the table where Jake and Chance were sitting.
He sat down quietly.
"No luck?" Chance asked with genuine concern in his voice.
Jacob shook his head. "It's odd, because he ALWAYS leaves
his answering machine on."
Chance and Jake exchanged glances. "Do you want to go check
on him?" Chance asked. "We'll tell Feral that's why you had
to leave."
Jacob shook his head. "I rode with Feral. And he's on in
two minutes. I can't ask him to give me a ride over
something that might not be a big deal."
Chance nodded and stood. Jake stood as well and tossed
Chance a set of keys. "Then I'll drive you." Chance said
evenly.
Jacob looked the pair over carefully. He didn't really know
them THAT well, but they were friends of Feral.
"I'll let Feral know." Jake said as he turned and walked back
behind the stage.
"Come on." Chance said as he led the way out of the bar.
Figuring he had little to loose, Jacob followed. A part of
him regretted that decision as Chance drove the wrecker
towards Max's apartment. "He drives this thing like a jet."
Jacob thought to himself as they rounded yet another sharp
turn. Then they were there.
In moments, Jacob was using his key to open the door to Max's
apartment. What he saw shocked him. It was a red and yellow
nightmare. Every piece of cloth and furniture was colored in
bright squares of color that somehow seemed familiar. It was
as if Jacob had remembered this specific pattern from
somewhere.
"MadKat." Chance whispered.
Then it hit home. Yes, MadKat, he was a villain who had
tried to enact some ancient revenge on the Mayor, Feral, and
the city.
"You know about Enforcer files?" Jacob asked.
Chance looked Jacob in the eye, and for a moment, Jacob saw a
fierceness that had been hidden until then.
Chance nodded. "I keep up. I was an Enforcer once."
Somehow, Jacob didn't believe that statement, but he was more
concerned with other things at the moment.
"Max?" Jacob asked quietly as he walked around the apartment.
Everything looked the same except for the color. The rug,
walls, even the glass on the windows was colored.
Everything. At least Jacob thought that until he saw a piece
of paper on the floor. It was plain white and had something
written on it.
Jacob knelt, picked up the page, and read the message. His
blood was cold in a moment.
"What is it?" Chance asked.
Jacob just knelt there unmoving.
Chance was concerned. "What does it say?" he asked in a
softer voice.
"MegaKat tower." Jacob answered. "It says MegaKat Tower."
Jacob stood, and instantly Chance saw the haunted look in his
eyes. "It's signed." Jacob added. "Signed by MadKat."
Chance looked at the tom. He had no choice, this situation
was dangerous. Possibly more dangerous than Jacob knew.
All of a sudden, a beeping sound started from Chance's hip.
Jacob looked up as Chance pulled a small mechanical device
out of his pocket.
"Chance?" Jake's voice asked.
"Yeah, Buddy." Chance answered.
"Are you near a TV? If so turn to channel 4."
Chance nodded and turned on Max's TV. On the screen a
camerakat was leaning out of a helicopter trying to get a
better picture of a lone figure standing on top of MegaKat
Tower. It was MadKat.
"I'll meet you at the junkyard." Jake said after Chance had a
moment to see what was going on.
"You may want to wait on that." Chance said quietly.
"Why?" Jake asked.
"MadKat has Max."
The silence was oppressive in the next minute, but Jacob kept
his eye on MadKat. It was strange; the clown kat wasn't
doing anything. He was just standing there.
"Chance?" A new voice asked from Chance's device.
"Yes?"
"Do you think Max is in danger?" It was a quiet calm voice,
filled with authority and concern. It took a moment for
Jacob to realize that it was Feral's voice.
"I don't know. This isn't like MadKat." Chance advised.
"Better do something quick then." Jake added.
Chance turned to Jacob. "You better wait here." Chance said
calmly. "We'll take care of MadKat."
Jacob looked Chance square in the eye. "Not without me
you're not."
Chance opened his mouth to argue, but stopped. The tone was
familiar. He had used it once when Razor had been in danger.
There would be no arguing with this kat.
"I'll pick you up at Enforcer HQ." Feral said firmly through
the device. "Chance will drop you off and go get some
reinforcements."
Jacob nodded as he stared at Chance. "Let's go then."
**********
Enjoy.
Wielder
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Message: 13
Date: Sun, 31 Oct 1999 22:42:32 PST
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
Subject: Newest Story part 3
*********
Chapter 3
*********
Jacob didn't mind the way Chance drove the second time, nor
did he mind Feral flying like a maniac to get to the tower.
By the time they got there, helicopters were buzzing all
around, but MadKat had made no move. He just sat there. But
whenever a chopper got too close it was suddenly thrown to
one side as if by an invisible hand. No one was hurt, but no
one could land either. At least until Feral had arrived.
Flying expertly with Jacob sitting beside him, Feral flew
past the invisible barrier and landed only a dozen yards from
MadKat. Not more than a moment later a sonic boom signaled
that the Swat Kats had arrived. They too were allowed to
land, but no one else. It screamed trap, but Jacob couldn't
figure out why the psycho wanted Max. Max wasn't important
to the city, just to Jacob.
Jacob and Feral jumped from the chopper about the same time
the Swat Kats leaped from their jet. The four of them took
aim at MadKat and approached slowly. Jacob scanned
everything. Max was no where to be found, and MadKat just
stood there, looking out over MegaKat city.
"Where's Max?" Feral demanded.
MadKat turned, his characteristic smile gone. But his eyes
caught Jacob at once. They weren't mad and blank. They were
haunted and sad. They were desperate eyes.
"He's safe." MadKat answered softly as he stared back into
Jacob's eyes.
T-Bone raised his Glove-a-tricks and aimed at the clown.
"Not good enough. Where is he?"
Jacob just kept staring into those eyes. There was something
familiar about them. Something that touched him in a way
nothing else could.
The only sound that answered was the clattering of a gun to
the ground. Feral and the Swat Kats turned to see a look of
total shock on Jacob's face as his gun lay at his feet. But
their staring glances meant nothing. Jacob knew.
"Max?"
MadKat smiled. It wasn't a smile of malice, but of gentle
kindness. "I know. Too Technicolor." MadKat said in Max's
voice.
Jacob moved closer.
"Stop." Feral warned. "He's possessed Max. We don't know if
we can trust him."
Jacob just stood there. "MadKat can't possess a kat unless
they are willing." He answered.
Feral and the Swat Kats just stood there.
Jacob grinned. "EVERY report goes through my office. I know
more about the bad guys than the kats that fight them." He
stepped closer. "What's going on? Max doesn't want
revenge."
MadKat answered. "No. Not revenge." He stepped towards
Jacob. "He wants what I want. Understanding."
Jacob looked on. He didn't know what to say. MadKat wasn't
destroying the city, but there wasn't any real reason to
trust him, but dispute his best intentions, Jacob found it
hard Not to trust MadKat.
"Understanding of what?" Feral asked.
"This is not for you." MadKat answered. "I allowed you
passage so that he could be here." He turned to look at the
Swat Kats. "Your presence was inevitable. You would have
made your way in eventually, so I let you in."
"Then what do you mean?" Jacob asked.
But it was Max who answered. "It's hard to explain. He's
confused. More like a ghost. He just wants resolution so he
can leave this world. He thinks we can help him."
"No revenge this time?" Razor asked.
"No." MadKat answered.
Jacob moved closer.
"Stop!" Warned Razor. "We don't know if we can trust him."
Razor moved to grab Jacob. All at once, MadKat growled and
ribbons of red and yellow burst from the ground and enveloped
Razor. Then they went after T-Bone. But he managed to leap
out of the way, aiming at MadKat's head.
"No!" Jacob cried and stepped in front of MadKat. "Let him
GO!" Jacob ordered.
MadKat hesitated. He seemed confused.
"Let him go." Jacob said again, this time in a gentler voice.
MadKat looked first at the restrained Swat Kat, then the free
one, then Jacob. Finally he hung his head and sat down on
the ground, looking defeated as the ribbons released Razor
and disappeared.
Jacob looked at the others. "I don't know what he's up to,
but for some crazy reason, I trust him."
Feral stepped forward. "Then what is it that you want
exactly?" Feral demanded. "And what does it have to do with
my brother?"
Jacob jumped and turned around. "Your BROTHER?"
Feral almost grinned. "Max is my little brother."
"It has nothing to do with my being your brother." Max said.
"It's only about me and Jacob. He thinks we're the only ones
who can help him."
"How?" T-Bone asked.
"By helping me remember." MadKat said.
The others exchanged glances.
"How do we do that?" Jacob asked.
"By sharing memories with me until I can remember." The clown
kat answered.
"Should I trust him, Max?" Jacob asked.
Max spoke up. "It's real. He just wants to understand."
"Then What do I do?" Jacob answered.
MadKat smiled and reached out a hand. Not knowing what else
to do, Jacob placed his own in it.
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Wielder
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Message: 14
Date: Sun, 31 Oct 1999 22:43:32 PST
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
Subject: Newest Story part 4
*************
Chapter 4
*************
It was madness at first. Swirling images and mixed words.
Then it simply slowed down. Jacob was faced with a small
tom. Fairly dark furred with a single stripe of white
crossing his chest. He was also naked, which surprised
Jacob, because so was he.
"Max?" Jacob called.
"Not here." The tom answered. "But he's close."
"Who are you?"
"Don't know." Was all the tom offered as answer.
Then they were standing on a farm. From the look of it, a
medieval one at that.
"I used to live here." The tom answered.
Jacob saw the image blur suddenly a young boy ran out of the
house. Typical boyish enthusiasm bursting from his pores as
he jumped up into a low tree.
Then it was gone. Suddenly they were standing in darkness.
"MadKat?"
The tom turned. "I don't understand." He said.
Jacob looked at the tom before him. Tears were running from
haunted eyes. His shoulders were slumped in defeat and his
body echoed exhaustion. Jacob reached an arm out and held
the sobbing tom close.
"I don't understand either." Jacob said. "Why are we here?"
The tom moved closer, snuggling in Jacob's warmth. "I was
someone once. I think I was anyway. Something happened.
Now I can't remember. I don't want to be MadKat anymore."
Jacob nodded. Then the scene shifted. Jacob recognized it
at once. It was his graduation day from high school. His
father was standing over his younger self, growling. He was
angry that Jacob wanted to be an Enforcer instead of a
Mechanic. The words from Jacob's lips echoed in the air. "I
don't want to be a mechanic."
Then it was gone.
Jacob looked at the sobbing tom. A part of him understood
now. They were connected in some way. That's why MadKat
needed him.
"What's your name?" Jacob asked again in a soft voice.
"Thomas!" a father's voice cried out.
They were back on the farm. Thomas appeared. He was older
now. A teenager almost an adult. Images were blurry and
confused, but Jacob could see the sad face on the older tom,
Thomas's father. He seemed heartbroken and ashamed.
"Yes." The tom beside him answered. "Dad was very ashamed of
what he did. He killed himself a year later."
Jacob jerked in surprise. So MadKat's name was Thomas. The
image continued. A knight sat astride a large horse. He
made no noise.
"Thomas." The father said. "You are to go with this knight
and do what he says. You will live with Lord Peter now."
The image faded.
Thomas stood. He seemed shaken somehow. "I don't think I
want to know anymore." He said quietly.
"Why not."
"It hurts."
"Remembering always hurts." Jacob said quietly.
"But this is dark. And I don't think I want it."
"We can't escape our past." Jacob said.
Then the room was lit again. Shadows danced in a dark room.
It was his room from back when he was ten. The shadows
swirled and danced then a door opened and a shadowy figure
stepped out.
Jacob stood there. For some reason he was terrified. His
fur stood on end. Then the image faded.
"You're afraid." Thomas said quietly.
Jacob looked at the tom's back. "I don't have anything to be
afraid of." But they were false words because something was
making him uneasy.
Thomas sat down. "I wanted to remember. But I needed you.
You don't want to know so, maybe we should just stop now."
Know what? Was there something in Jacob's past that
frightened him? What was it?
Jacob watched as Thomas sat there. That was the key. They
both had a hidden past. Only by finding his own could he
help Thomas find his.
Jacob put a hand on Thomas's shoulder.
"I can't give up now. I want to help you."
"No." Thomas said. "You want to help Max."
Jacob paused. "Yes. I do. And in order to do that I have
to help you."
"Where are we?" a voice asked. It was the younger Thomas.
The image was a castle as the knight rode towards it with
Thomas clinging in the saddle behind him.
"Lord Peter's home." The knight answered.
The images swirled and they were suddenly inside the castle.
A large overweight tom sat upon a glorified throne and stared
down at the kneeling knight and Thomas. Then they swirled
again. The castle was a school. In the distance a school
came ever closer as Jacob sat in the back seat. The school
filled him with dread. Then they were inside. Jacob's
younger self stood before the large and portly headmaster as
they were introduced by Jacob's father.
Then it was gone.
"No." Thomas said quietly. "No more."
But Jacob just sat there. This was wrong. He went to
school, but he didn't remember the dread. It was as if
something was hidden from him and he was only just beginning
to understand.
"Whose memories are these?" Jacob asked as he sat in front of
Thomas.
"They are our memories. Mine and yours."
"Then why am I remembering things I don't know? I was only
at the school a few months. I felt no dread of the place."
Thomas shook his head. "I don't know. I don't remember any
of this either, but can you deny that they ARE your
memories?"
Jacob shook his head. "No. They are mine somehow. I'm not
sure how I know, but they are."
The shadows continued to swirl about in the misty air. After
a few moments, Jacob realized the images were not continuing,
not on their own anyway.
"What do we do now?" Jacob asked.
Thomas just sat there and shook. Finally, Jacob reached out
and placed his hand on Thomas's shoulder. "It's your
choice." Jacob said a little unsure why he said it. "We
don't have to continue. But we do have to decide. Do we
live with not knowing and ignore the pain. Or do we find out
what we're missing and get on with our lives?"
Thomas looked up. His eyes were still haunted. "I'm afraid
that if I find out, I WON'T have a life to live."
Jacob nodded and offered Thomas his hand. "Your choice."
Thomas looked on for a long time, debating. Jacob didn't
rush him. Then finally, Thomas jerked his hand forward and
grabbed Jacob's as though he had to hurry or loose his nerve.
Jacob jerked in shock as the images swirled at a frantic
pace. Suddenly he wasn't watching the images, he was there.
And he could feel, sense, and touch everything. He was
living his memories. Yet at the same time he was living
Thomas's memories at the exact same time. The worlds were
shattered and he was literally in three places at once. In
his younger self, in Thomas's younger self, and in the mists,
still holding Thomas's hand.
It was nighttime. The first night, for both of them. The
similarities were eerie. The headmaster and the Lord sat at
the head of a table secluded in a back room as Jacob/Thomas
sat at the end. The stares the adults gave them chilled them
both. Those eyes were hungry for something. Something other
than food. And the images blurred. They were in their
rooms.
The Lord wasn't subtle. He opened the door and stepped into
Thomas's new room along with two large bodyguards. The Lord
told Thomas what to do.
"Take off your clothes."
Standing there, the Lord told Thomas that his father had sold
him so he could keep the farm and he was to satisfy the
Lord's needs. And he would do so every night as long as he
lived in this castle. Jacob was sickened and angry. He
wanted to strike the lord, but couldn't because he was
drowned in sensation as his door was opened and the
headmaster stepped into the room. A smell like bitter fruit
came in with him and hands were on him.
"Shhh. Do what you're told and you won't be expelled."
Jacob/Thomas struggled. But the hands were too strong for
them. Their arms were pinned aside. Their clothes stripped
away and tossed in a pile. A heavy male climbed on top of
their struggling bodies as they fought and were rolled over.
Then the pain of being penetrated. Jacob/Thomas screamed and
fought but the toms were stronger, more forceful. Then it
was over.
Jacob sat there in the mist holding a trembling Thomas close,
then realized Thomas was holding him just as much. They
simply sat there for a long time sobbing salty tears as they
realized they were more in common than anyone could guess.
Time drifted on for what seemed like hours. They didn't have
anymore energy. They just sat there and tried to feel
something. To understand what had happened and why. But the
answer was just too simple to sink in.
Some just did not care.
But these two did. Looking into each others eyes, a strength
bound them together. They were not alone in their suffering.
Nor did they have to be throughout their life.
The images swirled and Max was laying in bed.
"Do you regret this?" he asked again that day.
Jacob stood, still clutching Thomas's hand.
"No." he said truthfully. "I do not regret any of this." He
said as he gestured outward indicating the whole situation.
"Better to know than not."
The images swirled. It was Thomas. He was sitting in his
bed sobbing. Then they were sharing again. Thomas/Jacob sat
there sobbing, bodies sore from the abuse. The
Lord/Headmaster had made themselves perfectly clear. If the
cubs didn't want to be punished, then they would do the same
every night without struggle, and without telling others.
The door opened and the knight stepped inside. He slowly
removed his helmet.
"Lay on your belly." He said quietly.
Too scared to do otherwise, Thomas obeyed.
The door opened and Jacob jumped. A strange man walked in
quietly, his hands raised as if he was unarmed. In one hand
he held a note out to Jacob.
"My name's Kyle. Roll over. I'll help."
Jacob was confused, but the smile was warm and friendly.
The Knight/Gardner placed something cold over Jacob/Thomas's
body. It eased the pain. And without words they both knew
that the two strangers disliked what the Lord/Headmaster had
done. Yet both felt there was nothing that they could do.
They were trapped as well.
The images faded, but knowledge flowed freely now. How the
first day became a week. How after that, they adjusted.
Then the Lord/Headmaster began to invite friends. There was
a desire to use the cubs more often than just at night.
Thomas was led before the Lord and was informed that he now
had the position of court Jester. A Red and yellow costume
was brought forth.
Jacob was informed that his good grades had earned him a
special position, the Headmaster's personal assistant.
So it continued. More friends were introduced. Jacob/Thomas
performed for strangers as they laughed lewdly or took
liberties with their smaller bodies. They became skilled at
their individual duties, Thomas as an entertainer and Jacob
as a sort of secretary. And through it all, Jacob/Thomas sat
in bed each night confused, sometimes sobbing, sometimes
speaking quietly to their friends, the Knight and the
speechless gardener. Knight/Gardner came most evenings to
help the cubs recover and feel not so lonely. But it was the
ache inside that failed to go away. An ache born of the
nightly entertainment. Jacob/Thomas could not disguise the
fact from themselves. They liked the sex. They hated the
abuse, but something about the sex felt... good.
The images changed. Jacob was on his first date. They
didn't plan to do what they did, but they both wanted it.
Jacob liked her, how she felt. He lusted after her, and a
dozen other females that flowed through his mind. But one
image appeared unbidden, a jock. It was one of the football
players. The rumors said he was gay because he never dated.
But Jacob knew the truth. He wasn't gay because Jacob had
asked him out once. The jock had seemed shocked, then
embarrassed. But why had Jacob even asked. He didn't
remember it.
The image faded. Thomas was looking at him.
"Why did you ask him?" Thomas asked.
Jacob shrugged. "I'm not sure."
But he was. It was because he liked the jock. He wanted to
BE with the jock. But it didn't work out. The jock kept
Jacob's secret and never told anyone, but they never went
out.
"I'm bi." Jacob said quietly. It was a revelation. But not
a shocking one. He had always known.
"I know." Thomas said. "I'm gay."
Jacob looked at Thomas. "I liked what some of what the males
did to me." Thomas said quietly as if he was ashamed. "When
they weren't mean. Sometimes it felt so good."
Jacob nodded. He understood. He had been there.
The images swirled.
"You always let me play the role of the submissive. I'm
always the bottom, and I admit, I like the position." Max
was grinning, but it quickly faded. "But you never take the
bottom position, not even in oral sex. Is it me?"
Jacob turned to look at his lover. "No. Not you." Jacob
said quietly. "It's me."
The images shifted back to their first night together. How
Max had probed Jacob's anus with a finger while they were
making out. Jacob had suddenly felt sick to his stomach, but
just as quickly forgot the sensation, but he couldn't handle
Max touching him that way anymore.
"You hold back from Max because you're scared of trusting
him." Thomas said quietly. "He loves you."
But the words were pointless. Jacob understood all now. He
was just too scared to put himself back in the position where
he had been before, but he also wanted to be there. He
trusted Max. It didn't seem so difficult now.
The images faded again.
Jacob looked at Thomas. "What happened to make you MadKat?
That all happened hundreds of years ago."
The images swirled. Thomas followed the king into a new
room. Inside a young kat was strapped to a table. His
terror shocked Thomas at once. Then in an instant Thomas
understood. The Lord ordered him to remove the costume, that
he was no longer needed and could go home, but Thomas knew
the truth. The Lord had just grown tired of him and wanted a
new plaything.
The images swirled in confusion as the Lord fell over the
back of a table, his face bleeding. Thomas found a knife and
cut the young kat free and told him to run. He followed a
moment later. The images blurred. The kat got away, but
Thomas was caught. He was in the throne room, beaten,
kneeling in a torn costume. The Lord made his decision
clear, and the knight, the very one that Thomas trusted so
much was ordered to kill him. And so the knight did. In a
flash the images were gone.
"I was cursed." Thomas said quietly. "Or I think it was a
curse. Until revenge or life is given can my soul be free.
Until I can learn to live I can never be free."
Jacob nodded and touched Thomas's face. He wanted to will
the emotion away almost as soon as it formed, but he
couldn't, not here in this place of truth. He was falling
for Thomas, but his emotions for Max remained true. And in
an instant he finally understood.
He loved Max. As crazy as their first meeting was, he felt
something for Max that would not be denied any more. He
loved Max.
"The knight betrayed you." Jacob said thinking back to the
images he had just seen, trying to figure them out.
"No." Thomas said. "He had no choice. He loved his family.
And the Lord held his oldest son in the castle somewhere. If
he ever disobeyed, he'd loose his son. I forgive him his
actions. He really thought there was no way out."
Jacob nodded. "But I don't understand it."
The images swirled. It was his last day at the school. The
headmaster was standing over Jacob's body. The Larger tom's
fist pounding into his face repeatedly as others looked on.
The night was lit by an orange glow from the school, the
school which was on fire. Jacob had set the fire in a final
desperate attempt to be free from the pain. Those promised
entertainment were furious. They took turns beating Jacob's
body, then they took turns raping the tom. The school was
doomed and by midnight Jacob understood that he was too. The
Headmaster ordered the Gardner to take Jacob's body, set it
on fire and throw it in the school.
Jacob sobbed in resignation as he was dragged to his fate,
bleeding, and unable to move. But he didn't die that night.
The Gardner took him to an old truck and drove away. He
awoke three days later in the hospital. The doctors told him
that an old tom had dropped him off and left. The doctors
had many questions. Private questions about his beaten body
and violated anus.
Jacob told them nothing, until he was given a newspaper and
saw the results of the school fire. Only one was found dead,
the rest had escaped. An aged tom who had once been the
gardener was found, burned almost beyond recognition.
Jacob explained everything then. Some called him a liar and
struck at him, others sympathized. But in the end, it didn't
matter. Jacob returned home and entered public school and
the nightmare became just that, a nightmare quickly
forgotten.
Jacob cried tears of remembrance for the lost friend who died
to save him, and he finally understood what it was about him
that had drawn MadKat to him. They were so alike it was
eerie. Their lives were echoes of the same suffering.
The images faded and then so did the mist. The darkness
wasn't foreboding, it was just there, and then they were
gone.
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Wielder
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Message: 15
Date: Sun, 31 Oct 1999 22:44:40 PST
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
Subject: Newest Story resend, Final part
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Chapter 5
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Jacob stood looking into Max's eyes. They were on the
rooftop once again. Feral and the Swat Kats stood to one
side. MadKat was standing next to Max.
"What happened?" Feral asked. "You just disappeared."
"How long were we gone?" Jacob asked as he stared into
MadKat's eyes.
"Only a second or two." MadKat said quietly.
"What happens now, Thomas?" Max asked.
Jacob jumped. "How did you know his name?"
Max hugged Jacob close. "I saw everything." He was crying.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
Jacob returned the hug. "I didn't know." Was all he
answered.
"Is MadKat a threat anymore?" Razor asked in a confused tone.
"No." Jacob answered.
"So, what now?" Max asked MadKat again.
MadKat didn't answer at first. "I have to find a host. If I
don't I'll become a shadow again, and I'll forget again. All
this will have been for nothing."
Jacob stood there hugging Max and then finally understood his
role in all that had happened. "We're the same," Jacob said.
"I'll be your host."
Feral flinched in surprise. "Is that wise?"
Jacob nodded. "It's the only thing that makes sense. We are
alike. And I feel for him." Jacob turned and looked at Max.
"I think I love him." Max seemed horrified for one moment.
"Just as I love you. We need each other to be whole. He can
never be free until he remembers how to live." Jacob hugged
Max even closer. "And I don't think I will be until I do the
same. We need each other." Jacob paused. "And we need
you."
Max stood there in the night, and then finally, he smiled and
nodded.
In a flash, Jacob and MadKat were one. Max stood before his
lover and looked at him/them. The costume melted away from
Jacob's face, then disappeared entirely revealing Jacob's
civilian clothes.
"Is he gone?" T-bone asked.
"No." MadKat's voice answered from Jacob's body. "We simply
share the same space and body."
Feral stepped forward. "And Jacob?"
"I'm here." Jacob said quietly.
For a moment no one said anything. "This isn't going to
affect you being into work on time tomorrow is it?" Feral
asked with a grin.
Jacob grinned and looked at Max carefully. "Actually, I
think I'm going to have the flu for the next couple of days."
Max grinned and hugged Jacob closer. Feral just grinned.
It was an hour later when Max and Jacob were alone in Max's
apartment. They were laying on the bed together, naked.
"What's it like?" Max asked Jacob.
Jacob knew what he meant. "He's still here, just nervous.
He doesn't want to mess our lives up, he just wants to be a
part of it."
Max smiled. "I felt him when we were joined. I don't know
what it is, but I like him. I think I might even have fallen
for him like you did. It seems like this was what we
needed."
Jacob nodded and kissed Max affectionately.
"Wanna have sex?" MadKat asked.
Max grinned. "I have two lovers for the price of one. Are
you a bottom, Thomas?"
Jacob kissed Max firmly and rolled over onto his belly. "We
like to switch." Jacob and Thomas said as one.
Max just grinned.
The End.
*************
I hope this worked better this time. Enjoy.
Wielder
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Subject: [SWATKats_Adult] Digest Number 101
Date: 2 Nov 1999 12:48:24 -0000
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There are 3 messages in this issue.
Topics in today's digest:
1. Re: Challange!
From: "Knuckles"
2. Re: Let the games begin!
From: "Kamikaze the Twooth"
3. Re: Let the games begin!
From: gvvy03@snowcrest.net
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Message: 1
Date: Mon, 1 Nov 1999 20:42:22 -0500
From: "Knuckles"
Subject: Re: Challange!
Hey Shade! Here my submission to your challenge. I have to say my coloring
isn't that good when doing it on the computer but it not bad.
--- Knuckles
> From: Shade Jaguar
>
> Hey everyone out there on the list. This is Shade.
>
> I've a challenge for you, if anyone is willing to take it. I came up
> with an idea about drawing Chance and Jake, kissing, hands down each
> others boxers. Ok, so it's a little strange but it came to me in a weird
> dream. Anyway, I tried to draw it but I just couldn't get it to come out
> right. So my challenge to you is to draw Jake and Chance in this
> situation or something similar to it, any taker's?
>
> > FAQ/ Rules:
> http://www.gatekat.net/SWATKats/Annels/Nexus.htm
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Message: 2
Date: Tue, 02 Nov 1999 06:41:30 GMT
From: "Kamikaze the Twooth"
Subject: Re: Let the games begin!
::blinkblink::
DAMN. Rahshu (gods I hope I spelled that right). INCREDIBLE coloring job.
BTW, y'all, I'm gonna have ta sit the next few of these out. I can only get
online at night- 2200 or so- exactly when I'm dead tired. LONG week...and
it's only monday.... ::sighs::
-KT
(Rauhnee, where IS your MKCA_RPG page? It seems ta be gone.)
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Message: 3
Date: Tue, 2 Nov 1999 00:59:03 -0800
From: gvvy03@snowcrest.net
Subject: Re: Let the games begin!
> DAMN. Rahshu (gods I hope I spelled that right).
Yup, you got it right (and I'm not from (the country of) India, Japan,
or the Middle East. I'm also not Muslim [I've had people ask me if I
was any of the above before!] ;)
> INCREDIBLE coloring job.
Thanks! Now all I gotta do is figure out how Rahunee was able to
do some of the cool stuff she put in her rendition of the pic... Man!
I've never gotten the ocean to look that good (and transparent-like
items just don't work for me either!!)... It's been bugging me! ;)
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Subject: [SWATKats_Adult] Digest Number 102
Date: 3 Nov 1999 12:52:26 -0000
From: SWATKats_Adult@onelist.com
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There is 1 message in this issue.
Topics in today's digest:
1. Re: Challange!
From: "Shade J."
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Message: 1
Date: Tue, 02 Nov 1999 14:16:28 -0500
From: "Shade J."
Subject: Re: Challange!
Knuckles wrote:
>
> Hey Shade! Here my submission to your challenge. I have to say my
coloring
> isn't that good when doing it on the computer but it not bad.
>
Shade here. Cool rendering, I really like it. And don't be so hard on
yourself, your coloring's just great looking. Remember, "beauty is in
the eye of the beholder."
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Subject: [SWATKats_Adult] Digest Number 103
Date: 4 Nov 1999 13:43:01 -0000
From: SWATKats_Adult@onelist.com
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There is 1 message in this issue.
Topics in today's digest:
1. Story
From: Shade Jaguar
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Message: 1
Date: Wed, 03 Nov 1999 20:15:01 -0500
From: Shade Jaguar
Subject: Story
Shade here. Ok Wielder, I finally got my story for your contest
together. It's short, and I'm afraid not really smutty or anything
but...well, read it and find out. (G)
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Subject: [SWATKats_Adult] Digest Number 104
Date: 5 Nov 1999 12:06:10 -0000
From: SWATKats_Adult@onelist.com
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There are 5 messages in this issue.
Topics in today's digest:
1. Re: Challange!
From: "Knuckles"
2. My answer to my story challenge. Swat Kat Pirates
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
3. Swat Kat Pirates Chapter 2
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
4. Swat Kat Pirates Chapter 3
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
5. Swat Kat Pirates Chapter 4 (final Chapter)
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
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Message: 1
Date: Thu, 4 Nov 1999 14:45:09 -0500
From: "Knuckles"
Subject: Re: Challange!
Hey Shade! I'm really glad you like it.
Later,
Knuckles
> From: "Shade J."
>
> Shade wrote:
> >
> Shade here. Cool rendering, I really like it. And don't be so hard on
> yourself, your coloring's just great looking. Remember, "beauty is in
> the eye of the beholder."
>
> > FAQ/ Rules:
> http://www.gatekat.net/SWATKats/Annels/Nexus.htm
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Message: 2
Date: Fri, 05 Nov 1999 01:09:07 PST
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
Subject: My answer to my story challenge. Swat Kat Pirates
Here is the first chapter of my story for the Swat Kat story
challenge. Enjoy and be warned, it's fairly gooey.
Swat Kat Pirates
By : The Wielder
Read and enjoy, but be warned, heavy spooge and goo will be
flying all over the place in this story.
T-Bone stood silently as the salty air was picked up by the
same breeze that was tossing his fur gently in the dark night
air. The moon shone down full and bright on the crew of the
TurboKat while it's Captain looked on. T-Bone watched his crew
work in the moonlight down below on the main deck, trying to
finish their final tasks of the evening. Moving with a silent
grace that came from months at sea, each one kept steady feet
as the ship rocked and swayed. T-Bone looked on as some of
his crew stepped out of a darkened doorway from the bowels of
the ship. Hunter and Blitz were busy trying to wrestle the
last crate into place so that they could turn in for the
night.
T-Bone stared at Hunter's handsome build. He was naked, as
was the rest of the crew, including the captain. It made them
far more infamous among the Pirate circles. A crew of gay
naked furs who captured other pirates and law breakers of the
seas. T-Bone grinned. Of course they didn't just "capture"
others, sometimes they persuaded them to give up their
criminal ways. Sometimes they simply toyed with them until
they BEGGED to be screwed or sucked or to suck themselves. It
wasn't all that difficult. The crew of the TurboKat had a
pact with most harbors. They could keep any criminals they
caught for "Whatever purposes they deemed fit..." in the place
of the criminal punishment offered by the harbor laws which
usually demanded prison, slavery, castration, or death. It
was amazing how many furs would drop their pants and sign on
as sex slave to avoid such fates. But T-Bone was VERY picky,
or actually, Razor was. Razor had this insight into furs and
was always right. He only picked the ones that would like,
enjoy, and actually be good on the ship.
T-Bone looked as Hunter bent over and Blitz grinned lewdly,
taking his time to examine the tan canine's rear before he
stood. When Razor had decided to let the refugees from a
slave ship work as crew, T-Bone was at first opposed. But he
quickly came to trust the rovers as much as his First Mate,
and they were now inseparable friends.
T-Bone grinned. Inseparable was an interesting choice of
words. Especially when Hunter got that knot of his up in
Razor. The day Razor learned all about canine anatomy was the
most entertaining day of T-Bone's life. That shocked face,
the helpless kitten eyes that grew to the size of saucers, and
the way his jaw dropped when he learned he was "stuck". Now
there was a wonderful memory.
A hand grabbed T-Bone's naked backside and deliberately slid
up under his tail.
"What are you thinking about?" Razor's voice asked.
T-Bone turned and kissed his Partner lewdly in front of the
crew and night sky as his hands played over Razor's naked
body. Then he pulled away and smiled down at the smaller tom.
"You." T-Bone finally said.
Razor grinned as Exile stepped up onto the main deck. He was
carrying an eyeglass.
"Captain." Exile said as he offered the eyeglass to T-Bone.
"There's a ship to the west. Just below the star Cassiopeia."
Razor stared at Exile for a moment. "How on Earth can you see
that far away at night?"
Exile grinned as T-Bone took the lens. It was an old joke.
Once the rovers joined, T-Bone and Razor were surprised at
their individual talents. Exile's eyes being one of those.
He could see great distances in all kinds of light. Hunter
had incredible speed. Of course, a majority of the crew felt
he had an incredible butt as well. Blitz was strong and had
claws and teeth that had made him infamous as a pirate, and a
lover. Muzzle's claim to fame was his mouth, big surprise
there.
T-Bone placed the lens to his eye and looked out in the
direction that Exile had indicated. It took a moment, then he
saw it. A faint outline on the horizon. They were so far
away, that there was no danger of being spotted by the other
ship, but T-Bone suddenly felt the need to be cautious. The
flag on the ship was an old and recognizable one.
"Don Karnage." T-Bone said evenly.
The excitement in the air was felt at once as Exile leaped
over the rail to land on the deck. A moment later, he was
relaying information to each member of the crew. In only one
minute, the entire crew had dropped what they were doing,
except Toby, a brindled kat, and Rio, a rover. They had
finished their work early and Rio was currently tied to Toby.
Moving like a shadow, the TurboKat drifted on the waves,
approaching the ship on the horizon. Don Karnage was a
notorious pirate who had looted numerous ships and taken their
crew as prisoners. He only went after other pirates, just as
the TurboKat's crew did.
T-Bone turned to look at Razor who was staring at the distant
ship thoughtfully.
"Any impressions?" T-Bone asked quietly.
Razor shook his head. "Nothing out of the ordinary."
T-Bone stared at his First Mate. He trusted Razor's instincts
with his life. "Should we wait?"
Razor shook his head and grinned. "No, not really. This is
the perfect time. Just wait until it's a bit darker. I'd
like to surprise them."
As if in answer to his request a large cloud drifted in front
of the moon, casting a dark shadow over the ocean. Razor
grinned and shrugged.
T-Bone nodded and walked to the rail to look down at the deck
below. It was a small crew. Muzzle, the dark rottwieler
morph led the rovers. Hunter, his mate, was the second in
command. They had kept their chain of command from their time
as slaves and fighters. They had never given up without a
fight, and never would. Nor would they ever be slaves again.
Exile, Blitz, and Rio made up the rest of the rovers. Toby
was the only kat other than T-Bone and Razor. He had been
just a cabin-kat when they had first gotten the TurboKat and
set sail. He had been with the crew ever since. Rimfire was
a mouse, strong and determined. He was on a personal crusade
to end slavery and find his family. He had been looking for
over a year, ever since his home town was raided and almost
everyone had been captured and slaved, including his uncle.
Tidal Wave was a large Panda morph who spent most of his life
at sea as a pirate against his will. He had been taken as a
youth and forced onto a pirate ship. His choice was none.
After being raped by the crew and forced to be the Captain's
'ship wife', he had to learn to be a pirate or die. When his
ship was captured years later, the crew of the TurboKat, Razor
specifically, offered him a way out. Then there was 30-30. A
gigantic stallion morph and one of the best fighters T-Bone
had seen in many years. He was only along for the ride as the
ships "slave", by choice no less. 30-30 enjoyed being a
bottom so much at times that he willingly referred to himself
the crew's sex toy. T-Bone grinned. He was a very effective
top as well.
They stood there silently in the night, well, all except Toby
who would occasionally moan as Rio moved. They were a crew of
efficiency, and they were ready for the upcoming adventure.
T-Bone looked them over carefully then spoke only two words.
"Boarding party."
At once the crew scattered and grabbed the equipment. In 30
seconds, T-Bone was standing at the edge of his ship as a
ladder was lowered into the sea. One by one, Hunter, Muzzle,
30-30, Exile, Tidal Wave, and Razor lowered themselves over
the side of the ship into the water. Carrying only their
swords and a small waterproof pack over their backs, and a
device to float on, each one set off in the direction of the
shadowy ship on the horizon.
T-Bone grabbed a pack of his own and slid over the rail,
pausing to look at the remains of the crew. Then he saw
Rimfire's eyes. He knew that look. Rumors had it that the
mouse's uncle was on Karnage's ship.
"I need you here, Rimfire." T-Bone said firmly, cutting off
any objections before they were raised. "Wait for the signal
then close in and take the ship along side the TurboKat."
Rimfire reluctantly nodded.
Blitz had already moved up the deck and was steering the ship
to pace the other one while still remaining at a clear
distance. Toby and Rio were still wrapped up in each other's
arms.
T-Bone smiled. "And you two!" he said at the rutting pair.
"You had BETTER be saving me some!" Then he was gone. With a
dull splash, T-Bone was in the water swimming after his crew.
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Message: 3
Date: Fri, 05 Nov 1999 01:10:24 PST
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
Subject: Swat Kat Pirates Chapter 2
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Chapter 2
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The Iron Vulture seemed unmanned. Only a skeleton crew seemed
to be walking along the decks. Shadows hid the crew of the
TurboKat as cloud after cloud drifted in front of the moon.
Such an assault would have been impossible without Exile. But
that was the TurboKat's claim to fame. The only ship to have
captured hundreds of pirates without having to fire a shot.
Floating next to the ship as it drifted lazily in the dead
wind, the crew began to unfasten their packs and remove ropes
attached to small hooks. With practiced ease, each one tossed
the light hooks up and caught the railing. In moments, they
began to scale the ship and begin the invasion.
T-Bone peered through the railing at the skeleton crew. A
large muscular minotaur walked by. He was solid blue and had
on only a pair of loose pants held up by a belt with a shiny
buckle in the form of the letter "D". He looked to be the
most trouble physically, so T-Bone signaled 30-30. The
stallion nodded from a short distance away as he clung to the
side of the ship.
There was another one walking the deck on the other side. A
taur just like the first, only this one was white with black
spots and had a "C" shaped buckle. T-Bone signaled Hunter.
The canine nodded. T-Bone was about to give the signal when
the lower decks erupted in noise as a door was thrown open and
a large blue mouse stepped into the night air. His hands were
bound behind his back and a leash was strung around his neck.
He stood there in the moonlight totally naked, but with a
certain amount of pride that spoke to T-Bone. Laughter
erupted behind the mouse as he was pushed out a little further
by a canine.
T-Bone recognized the pirate at once. Don Karnage. He took
the leash and led the way to the upper deck and the Captain's
quarters. It didn't take any imagination to know what was
about to happen. At that moment, three furs stepped up onto
the deck, filling the night with noise. Among them was a
third minotaur, a brownish one that wore a buckle with an "M".
There was also a large muscular wolf and scrawny coyote. T-
Bone made his signals. Muzzle would take the third taur.
Exile would take the wolf. Tidal Wave would handle the
coyote.
Waiting until the shadows hid their actions, the crew of the
TurboKat moved into action. Sliding over the rail like ghosts
and sneaking up behind their targets. One by one they crept
in close while Razor and T-Bone made their way to the
Captain's cabin.
A startled grunt signaled the takeover. Pressing their bodies
against the wall next to the door, Razor and T-Bone watched as
the Karnage's crew was taken... in more ways than one.
The big blue taur was first. Grabbed from behind, he was
jerked around to find his hands gripped in ones that rivaled
his strength. The taur tried to call out but was muffled as
30-30 pressed his lips to the shocked bull. For a moment,
those dark brown eyes reflected shock, then something else.
The kiss was suddenly being returned with just the same amount
of passion that 30-30 was giving. Slipping a hand free, 30-30
slid it into the taur's pants and began to fondle the growing
erection that was straining at the fabric. The stallion was
becoming aroused himself. In seconds, there was no struggle
left in the big blue taur as he slid to the ground willingly
letting 30-30 guide him. They began rolling over as 30-30
tugged the restrictive pants away and tossed them aside as
both he and the taur panted heavily. Grunting with desire,
the bull grabbed 30-30's ankles and lifted them up. Aiming at
the spot below the stallion's tail, the bull pressed his dark
red erection against it and shoved it in.
30-30 groaned a little too loudly and grabbed the taur's
nipples and began to tease them as the bull began to furiously
hump the stallion as if he was a mare.
T-Bone and Razor exchanged glances. The crews they took in
the past usually didn't give in THAT fast, unless they were
very desperate. Glancing around the ship quickly, T-Bone saw
the trend.
Hunter had wasted no time. The white and black bull was
hunched over a rail, his pants being jerked down to form a
puddle at his feet, and his legs being pushed apart roughly as
Hunter covered the bull. The bull wasn't struggling, he
gripped the rail in anticipation as his bovine cock stood out
erect and proud in the night air, while Hunter stroked himself
to full erection. Then moving with an animal's lust, Hunter
forced his cock, knot and all into the waiting bovine. There
was a loud snort, then the soft whispers of words like "more",
"harder", and "oh, yes" coming from the bull. Hunter hunched
over his captive and began pounding his penis in and out as
much as possible, moaning himself when the taur would tense
his rear. Hunter grabbed the back of the bull's neck in his
mouth and began pumping furiously.
Staring intently, T-Bone could easily see a spot of pink as
Hunter humped the bull in delight. Both the canine and bovine
took turns stroking the bull's own throbbing erection as
Hunter mated furiously. There was a moan from 30-30. Turning
to look into the shadows, T-Bone saw 30-30 on his knees.
Apparently, they had switched positions as the blue bull
continued to hump. A growl sounded suddenly, dragging T-
Bone's attention back to Hunter.
Hunter lunged suddenly, burying his cock to the hilt, gritting
his teeth, and growling as he came. The bull lasted only a
minute or two longer as he moaned and began spraying the
railing with his cum.
T-Bone looked back at 30-30 just in time to see the blue bull
jacking the stallion over the edge. Moaning loudly, 30-30's
cock began to jump and jerk as drops of cum splattered forth
and began to land on the ship and his body. The blue taur
groaned loudly and released the horse cock. Grabbing 30-30's
hips, the bull began pounding away in quick rapid thrusts
until he pushed in one last time and jerked the stallion's
hips back as far as they would go. Then he slumped down over
his new lover and began kissing 30-30 lightly on the ears,
cheek, and lips.
Razor had been paying attention to the rest of the crew. He
watched as Muzzle approached the large brownish bull.
Muzzle had tried to dominate the brown taur and found his
victim, surprisingly willing. Stepping from the shadows,
Muzzle held up his sword and his erection to the brown bull.
The taur simply looked Muzzle up and down, then knelt and
grabbed the canine cock quickly. Jerking in surprise, Muzzle
seemed about to protest until the Taur placed his mouth next
to the cock and sucked it in. Grabbing the canine balls, he
began bobbing his mouth evenly as he kneaded the orbs. In
moments the rottwieler had forgotten all but the mouth nursing
on his penis, while the taur just knelt there enjoying the
member he was suckling on as he slowly stroked his own penis
which was just peaking out of his blue pants.
Exile had approached the wolf and stepped out of the shadows
with an erection of his own. Trying to dominate the wolf by
will and presence, Exile suddenly found the tables turned.
The wolf stepped forward, his cock beginning to harden visibly
from inside his pants. Moving with a firm steady
determination, the wolf grabbed Exile's shoulders in his paws.
There was an aura about this wolf, one even Jake picked up on.
There was no struggle. The wolf simply stood there and slowly
undid his belt. Then his pants dropped, exposing the growing
erection peaking from his sheath. Kicking his pants aside,
the wolf pushed down on Exile's shoulders. Obeying the wolf
completely, the husky lowered himself to his knees and did as
he was quietly instructed. Grabbing the erection with one paw
and the balls with the other, Exile began to gently stroke and
massage the wolf's genitals. The wolf spoke quietly, but with
such a firm air. Unable to resist, Exile accepted the cock
into his mouth and began to suckle the erection firmly. In
moments, Exile was in his element, giving the wolf a blow job
that was literally making the other canine weak in the knees.
Tidal Wave's situation was a little different. He had moved
towards the coyote, who had by this time realized what was
happening. The coyote just stood there, shaking. At first
Tidal Wave thought it was from fear, then he saw the firm
throbbing erection almost ripping its way free from the tight
pants that the coyote was wearing. The panda had an erection
as he moved closer and closer to the canine. Unable to move
in his anticipation, the coyote just stood and quivered as
Tidal Wave reach a hand out and slid it down along the
canine's face. Moving slowly and with gentle determination,
the panda reached out a paw and undid the coyote's pants.
Then grabbing the confused fur firmly, the panda knelt and
made the canine sit down on one of his black and white legs.
Confused and aroused, the coyote obeyed.
Grinning with a warm smile, the panda grabbed the coyote's
pants and slowly began to tug them down, before reaching the
end and pulling them off entirely. The coyote was breathing
so hard his tongue hung out of his mouth, but the panda was in
no hurry. He gently gripped the erection in the coyote's lap
and began to stroke it at an even and steady pace. The panda
leaned forward as his hand continued to move and gently kissed
his partner, who seemed to visibly melt and relax in the
bear's paws. Biting the coyote's neck gently, the bear teased
and played with his lover's body, forcing it to the edge.
Growling suddenly, and hugging the bear's shoulder's close,
the coyote began to cum. The bear smiled and spoke soft warm
words of encouragement as the canine added his contribution to
the midnight orgy.
Growling loudly, Razor turned to see Muzzle humping the brown
bull's face as he obviously began to cum. A trail of white
dripped from the side of the bull's mouth as he continued to
suckle the canine meat. Panting heavily, Muzzle finally
withdrew and sat down on the deck, his cock still red and hard
as an occasional spurt jerked free from his penis. The bull
grinned and tossed his pants aside. It was obvious that he
wanted his turn. Muzzle grinned as the taur stood. Sliding
closer while still sitting Muzzle grabbed the large cock and
lowered it towards his mouth forcing the taur to squat a bit.
Pulling the member into his mouth, the canine began to
demonstrate one of the reasons he was named Muzzle. Moaning
loudly, the taur suddenly decided he'd be better on the deck
as his knees seemed to give out and he went from standing to
laying. Muzzle meanwhile never so much as paused as he
followed the falling taur and continued to bob his head with
expert control.
The wolf had announced his impending orgasm by growling
loudly, then by grabbing Exile's head and forcing his cock
firmly into the other's mouth. Then he pulled away, and sat
on the deck looking at Exile with expectant eyes. Exile just
looked at his own cock, then at the wolf as if to say, "Now
what?" The wolf answered by getting on his hands and knees
and lifting his tail. Exile needed no encouragement as he
mounted the canine at once. Gripping the wolf's neck in his
mouth, Exile mounted and began to hump the wolf for all he was
worth. Then, lunging forward almost too soon, Exile shoved
his cock the rest of the way in. The wolf barked in surprise
as Exile's knot entered deep into his black furred body.
Thrusting rapidly and almost violently, Exile gritted his
teeth and grunted loudly as he came inside his partner.
Razor grinned as he examined the orgy before him. Tapping T-
Bone lightly on the shoulder, he brought his partner's
attention to Tidal Wave and the coyote. The panda was sitting
down, legs spread as the canine knelt on hands and knees and
suckled on the bear cock while the panda gave occasional
instructions. Teasing the coyote's anus with a finger, Tidal
Wave instructed his lover how best to please him, while he sat
there and moaned whenever the coyote got it right.
T-Bone and Razor exchanged glances. This was how they
normally took over a ship, but this was TOO easy. Soft moans
and grunts and pants of lust drifted on the breeze as the
leaders made up their mind and opened the door to the
Captain's cabin. Slipping through the shadows of the lush
room, the pair made their way to the bed where soft sounds
could be heard.
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Message: 4
Date: Fri, 05 Nov 1999 01:11:26 PST
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
Subject: Swat Kat Pirates Chapter 3
**************
Chapter 3
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"Quit being so rough!" a voice demanded playfully. "I won YOU
remember?" Laughter was the only answer.
Drawing their swords, Razor and T-Bone approached the covered
bed silently. Shadows writhed around lewdly behind the thick
curtains as T-Bone made his signal and drew back the curtain.
Before them, the blue mouse was straddling the pirate Don
Karnage. It was obvious where Karnage's bone was buried from
the way the mouse squirmed and bounced. But that only lasted
a second. Moving with shocking speed, the mouse suddenly had
the tip of a dagger pressed against T-Bone's throat.
"Who are you?" demanded the mouse. Karnage reached for his
own dagger but blinked in surprise as his blade appeared in
someone else's hand and was pressed against the pirate's neck.
A sword slid into place next to the mouse's neck and made the
point dangerously clear.
The mouse turned to see Razor standing there. Accepting the
situation, the mouse surrendered his blade to T-Bone.
Following Razor's directions, the mouse stood and walked
across the room. Naked erection bobbing in the darkened room.
Karnage made to stand as well, but T-Bone placed a warning
hand on the canine's chest.
"I like you where you are." T-Bone said as he stared at the
throbbing erection still pointing upward from the pirate's
crotch.
Razor looked the mouse over playfully. "So you're Modo?"
The mouse blinked. "How would you know?"
Razor grinned and tapped the tattoo of two gay mice having sex
on Modo's butt with one of his blades. "Rimfire has spoken
about you and the 'Bro's' repeatedly. And I doubt there are
too many big blue gay mice out there with a tattoo like that
on their butt."
The mouse stared at the kat in surprise. "Rimfire?"
The kat and mouse stared at one another. The situation was
just too amusing to ignore. Finally Karnage spoke.
"I thought your nephew was lost." The pirate said.
Modo nodded. "Our port was raided by all sorts of pirates.
We were separated. I figured he was slaved somewhere." Then
Modo's face hardened. "If you two have him, he BETTER not be
your slave."
T-Bone watched Razor carefully. Slowly, Razor grinned and put
away his sword.
"Rimfire is a member of our crew." Razor said. "The
TurboKat."
"Then what are you doing boarding our ship?" Karnage asked in
confusion. "We're just like you guys! We only attack illegal
pirates!"
T-Bone stared at the pirate with a firm gaze. "Because your
ship would be just too much fun to pass up." T-Bone stroked
the pirate's penis for emphasis.
Suddenly understanding the situation, Karnage grinned
playfully. "I was supposed to spend the night with Modo, but
I guess I can be talked into something else."
T-Bone grinned and put his sword away and climbed onto the
bed. Modo stood there next to Razor and watched as the
captain on the TurboKat climbed on top of the captain of the
Iron Vulture. Straddling the canine, T-Bone took the position
that Modo had been in only a moment before. The kat grinned
as he lowered himself over the pirate. Taking his time as the
canine penis pressed up against his anus, then grunting as he
lowered himself slowly onto the pole. Karnage moaned as he
was suddenly surrounded by a tight warmth that threatened to
send him over the edge. Smiling warmly, the canine reached
out and began to caress T-Bone's hips as the feline began to
slowly rise and fall on the pole.
Modo pouted a bit as he and Razor looked on.
"So what am I going to do?" Modo said as T-Bone began a
steady rhythm.
Razor reached out and grabbed the firmly muscled butt. "What
do you think?" Razor countered.
Modo smiled. "You into groups?"
Razor blinked in surprise. "Everyone's occupied." Razor said.
"Why interrupt them?"
Modo grinned an evil grin and grab Razor's paw. "Not quite
EVERYONE." He said as he lead the way out of the captain's
room.
"Play nice." Karnage warned with a grin.
T-Bone watched as his partner left and the door closed. Then
he leaned forward and began to kiss the canine passionately.
Moaning as their tongues fought for dominance in the warm
mouths. Growling with desire, Karnage pulled T-Bone closer
and then rolled over, pinning the kat below him. Grabbing and
lifting the feline's ankles the pirate positioned himself a
little more comfortably. Then he leaned forward to kiss T-
Bone lightly on the lips, sucking one into his mouth as he
slowly began to thrust into his partner. T-Bone moaned as he
reached out and began to fondle his erection while the dog
cock pounded away within him.
"Oh Gods." T-Bone moaned as the thickness began to swell
within him.
"Want to tie?" the canine asked as he panted heavily.
T-Bone smiled and nodded, already feeling the growing knot
pressing and banging against his anus.
Leaning forward, Karnage slid his mouth along the feline neck
and gripped it in his mouth while his hips started to lunge
forward fiercely, trying to force his knot into the kat below.
T-Bone gripped the canine body and hugged it closer as he felt
the thickness expanding and the knot banging for entry.
Grunting loudly, T-Bone hugged Karnage closer as he felt
himself forced open to allow the massive knot in.
Karnage lost what little control he had left at that moment.
Growling in lust and desire, he began to slam himself into his
partner, trying to almost climb into the kat as his hips
rapidly jerked forward in quick little pumps.
Growling lustily, the pirate slammed in one final time and
reached his orgasm. His face contorted in pleasure as he
arched his body back enjoying the flooding pleasure throughout
his body.
T-Bone lay below him panting on his own. He was busy jacking
his own cock while the canine spilled seed into his body.
Karnage finally came down from his orgasm long enough to see
T-Bone so close to the edge. Slapping the kat's hand away,
Karnage took over and began to jerk the feline penis
violently.
Grunting in desire, T-Bone grabbed the sheets and tried to
hold out as long as possible, but it didn't last. Grunting as
it happened, T-Bone's cock began to jerk and offered up its
tribute to the gods of sex and orgies, splattering the goo all
over the feline's chest.
Panting heavily, T-Bone just laid there as Karnage bent over
and began to lick off the goo. Taking his time, he savored
each drop until T-Bone's fur was matted and moist, then leaned
forward and hugged his partner lovingly.
******
Razor followed Modo out onto the deck as they passed the
remnants of the orgy. The lovers had either finished or had
taken their love-making below deck. Remembering something,
Razor stopped Modo for a moment, then retrieved one of the
packs that had been brought on board. Opening it, Razor
removed a special torch. He quickly lit it and approached the
rail. Holding it up, Razor waved it from side to side for
almost a minute. Then, far on the horizon, a small point of
light flickered as it waved in kind.
Grinning, Razor put out the torch and set it aside. When done
he turned to face a curious mouse.
"Just signaling our ship that all is well." Razor said to the
unasked question. "And to let them know they can come on
over."
Modo nodded. "Is Rimfire aboard?"
Razor nodded.
"Good. Vinnie's missed him." Modo said.
Razor looked at the mouse quizzically, but let the questions
pass as Modo grabbed the kat's hand and led him down below
decks. The inner workings of the ship were a maze as the
mouse confidently navigated the passages. They stopped in
front of a large wooden door. Modo opened it and stepped
inside.
Jake looked about the room as he followed. It was a large
room that had a big table set up in the middle. Poker chips
and cards lay scattered everywhere as if a game had been
played earlier. Clothes were piled in the corner. Modo
stepped up to another door and opened it. Inside sat two
other mice, one a solid white, the other brown.
They looked up at Razor with puzzlement on their faces.
"Who's this?" The brown asked.
Modo placed a hand over Razor's shoulder. "This is tonight's
entertainment." He said warmly. "He and some of his friends
have come for a visit."
The white mouse stood. "What about Don? He won all of us
tonight. It's not like him to pass of a foursome."
Modo chuckled. "He's being taken care of."
The brown stood and offered Razor his hand. "I'm Throttle.
This is Vinnie. I see you've met Modo."
Razor shook the hand and introduced himself. Then he was
suddenly jerked forward and was being hugged tightly next to
Throttle's muscular body.
Throttle smiled down at the kat. "Nope." He said. "Tonight
your name is 'Fuck me silly.'"
Razor grinned. They were certainly an energetic bunch.
Vinnie moved up close and began to kiss the feline on the ears
while Modo began to rub Razor's back. Throttle's hands slid
down and began to fondle the feline butt roughly.
"Vinnie." Modo said quietly.
The white mouse looked up. "Yeah?"
"You should go up on the deck. There's a surprise there for
you." Modo said as he began to nuzzle Razor's neck.
Vinnie looked up quizzically. "Really? What?"
Razor was melting in the strong hands and gentle kisses as
Throttle's lips met his own.
"Trust me." Modo answered.
Vinnie looked at the trio and finally shrugged. "OK, but this
better not be just so you can get me out of here." With that,
the white mouse left.
"So," Throttle said as Vinnie disappeared from view. "Shall
we begin?"
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Message: 5
Date: Fri, 05 Nov 1999 01:12:10 PST
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
Subject: Swat Kat Pirates Chapter 4 (final Chapter)
*********
Chapter 4
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Razor felt himself being lifted and then lowered onto the
floor. The mice knelt beside him, one on each side and
immediately began to attack his body with gentle kisses,
strong hands, and moist tongues. Razor was in heaven at once.
Throttle began to kiss the feline, sucking his lips and
tongue, making it hard for the kat to breathe as he lay there
trying to get his hands around someone, but Modo made that
difficult. The blue mouse was busy kneading the kat's body
like bread dough with his strong hands while his mouth was
hunched over Razor's chest as was busy suckling on a nipple.
Razor was unable to resist as Throttle pulled away and a mouth
suddenly engulfed his feline cock. Razor wanted to sit up,
but Modo held him down firmly as the blue mouse shifted and
sat on Razor's chest. A large firm erection and pair of
dangling blue balls was pressed close to Razor's face. Unable
to resist, the kat slipped his tongue out and lapped at the
seeping tip of the engorged penis. Grunting in lust the mouse
shifted forward, allowing Razor to take the member into his
mouth. Lifting his hands, he grabbed the butt resting on his
chest as he began to bob his head slowly, teasing the erection
with waves of pleasure.
Modo groaned softly as Throttle sucked harder, creating a
vacuum and pulling the member deeper into his hungry maw. He
jerked suddenly as a hand gripped his erection. Looking up,
he saw Modo grinning as the blue mouse's hand was firmly
grabbing the other mouse's throbbing erection. Modo began to
jack his partner off as Throttle returned to the kat cock.
The room was filled with the quiet sounds of love-making and
sex. Moaning, grunting, flesh slapping flesh, and more as
Razor was overwhelmed by the talented mouth on his cock and
the monstrous cock in his mouth. Modo was likewise
overwhelmed a bit as the kat demonstrated a talent that made
the mouse cry out. The itch in his balls began to build all
too suddenly, so he offered a word of warning. But instead of
slowing, Razor grinned and forced Modo's hips closer, and
swallowed the cock as far as he could.
Throttle looked up as Modo's hand was almost jerked from his
cock. He could see the way Razor was bobbing his head, and
Modo had completely lost control. Grabbing the feline head,
he began to hunch and hump for all he was worth. Not to be
outdone, Throttle returned to the feline's penis and began to
suck on it passionately, licking the tip and sides, pressing
it to his cheeks and tongue, and sucking it clear to its base.
Razor was growing dizzy. Unable to concentrate clearly
because of the sudden assault on his cock, Razor simply went
into automatic, letting his head go through the motions as his
brain overloaded from the pleasure. All to quickly Razor
grunted as he felt his balls contract.
Throttle grabbed the kat's hips and sucked the cock fully into
his mouth as he felt Razor cum. His tongue was covered in
sticky salty goo as he bobbed his head slowly, tearing moans
from his feline partner.
Modo felt the kat below him vibrating with pleasure and wanted
to scream himself. The kat was refusing to let up on his
cock, until finally, there was nothing left to resist.
Moaning loudly, Modo began to pour out his seed into the
waiting mouth as he leaned forward and humped a bit in reflex.
It took only a few seconds that seemed to stretch forever.
Finally, Modo rolled off of Razor to lay weakly at his side as
they both panted heavily trying to regain their breath.
Throttle grinned and looked at the panting pair.
"Don't relax too quickly." Throttle said in a playful voice.
"Who's going to take care of me?"
Modo grinned and spread his legs. Razor moved a bit out of
the way and watched as the brown mouse climbed between the
other one's legs and placed his cock up against the puckered
ring. With one firm thrust, he was suddenly buried to the
hilt. And judging from the way he quickly lost control and
began a frantic humping, Throttle had been close himself.
Razor watched the brown butt moving back and forth erotically
as Throttle suddenly sped up while Modo coached him on.
Grunting with finality, Throttle pushed forward and came in
his friend.
Razor moved closer as Throttle rolled off. Kissing
affectionately, the trio fell asleep in each others arms,
Throttle and Modo on the ends, Razor in the middle.
*********
Razor met up with T-Bone the next morning. Apparently he and
Karnage had agreed to meet in Donavon port in about a month so
the crew could renew ties. Razor grinned when he realized
exactly which kind of tie Karnage had meant. T-Bone was still
walking a funny. Vinnie and Rimfire had met up on the deck
and they were still asleep in each other's arms. Modo
informed Razor that the two mice had been lovers and best
friends before the raid.
Rio and Toby had spent the rest of the night fooling around
with the minotaurs, Montana, Dakota, and Kid. Tidal Wave and
the coyote, Firefoot, had become so close that Firefoot was
asking Karnage for permission to join the TurbKat's crew.
Exile and his wolf friend, Michael had spent the night
switching roles and playing with the whole dominant canine
thing. Hunter, 30-30, and Muzzle took it upon themselves to
show the rest of the group some of the more interesting
positions to be had during sex.
But then morning had cum. Most of the TurboKat's crew was
aboard waiting for their Captain and First Mate. There were
some quick good-byes, followed by a promise to meet at
Donavon. Then the crews boarded their ships and departed.
End. (For now) :)
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Subject: [SWATKats_Adult] Digest Number 105
Date: 8 Nov 1999 11:32:48 -0000
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There are 17 messages in this issue.
Topics in today's digest:
1. Re: Challange!
From: Rauhnee Ranshanka
2. Re: Let the games begin!
From: Rauhnee Ranshanka
3. Re: Let the games begin!
From: Rauhnee Ranshanka
4. Re: Let the games begin!
From: Rauhnee Ranshanka
5. Re: SWAT Pirates; Color by Rauhnee
From: Rauhnee Ranshanka
6. Re: Whoops!
From: Rauhnee Ranshanka
7. Re: Story: Lost Soul
From: Rauhnee Ranshanka
8. Re: My answer to my story challenge. Swat Kat Pirates
From: Rauhnee Ranshanka
9. Re: Let the games begin!
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
10. Re: My answer to my story challenge. Swat Kat Pirates
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
11. Re: Story: Lost Soul
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
12. Attention!
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
13. a story. Turnabout
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
14. Turnabout Chapter 2
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
15. Re: Challange!
From: "Knuckles"
16. Boy Talk (New story)
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
17. Re: Let the games begin!
From: Okama Nometoad
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Message: 1
Date: Sun, 07 Nov 1999 20:18:21 -0800
From: Rauhnee Ranshanka
Subject: Re: Challange!
Knuckles wrote:
> Hey Shade! Here my submission to your challenge. I have to say my
coloring isn't that good when doing it on the computer but it not bad.
Not bad indeed. It looks like a good search to me. May SKAAG have
it?
(may I just have a blanket permission on your work?)
--
Rauhnee Ranshanka; http://www.gatekat.net/index.html
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Message: 2
Date: Sun, 07 Nov 1999 20:18:26 -0800
From: Rauhnee Ranshanka
Subject: Re: Let the games begin!
gvvy03@snowcrest.net wrote:
> Okay cool! I'll post it then!
Very nice. I love the sky. How'd you get the swordhilts and
nipplerings to look like that?
May I post your work (stories and art/ colorings like this) at SKAAG/
Blacknet?
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Rauhnee Ranshanka; http://www.gatekat.net/index.html
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Message: 3
Date: Sun, 07 Nov 1999 20:18:30 -0800
From: Rauhnee Ranshanka
Subject: Re: Let the games begin!
Kamikaze the Twooth wrote:
> (Rauhnee, where IS your MKCA_RPG page? It seems ta be gone.)
Amanda asked me to take it down.
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Rauhnee Ranshanka; http://www.gatekat.net/index.html
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Message: 4
Date: Sun, 07 Nov 1999 20:18:34 -0800
From: Rauhnee Ranshanka
Subject: Re: Let the games begin!
gvvy03@snowcrest.net wrote:
> Now all I gotta do is figure out how Rahunee was able to do some of the
cool stuff she put in her rendition of the pic... Man! I've never gotten
the ocean to look that good (and transparent-like items just don't work for
me either!!)... It's been bugging me! ;)
Wielder? Do you mind if I use this image for a coloring how-to lesson
at SKAAG?
But for the quick answer, the sea is a flood fill of a background
image I have. And I like your version better, how'd you di it?
What specifically do you want to know about? I'll make sure it's in
there and I can probably explain in e-mail.
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Rauhnee Ranshanka; Listhood SWAT Kat, GateKat and Katmin
http://www.gatekat.net/index.html
Listmom to SWAT Kats: Canon, Adult and FanFic
Keeper of The MKC BlackNet, The uncensored SK FanFic Archive
http://www.gatekat.net/SWATKats/BlackNet/index.html
Listmom to StarGate Slash: Gateway
Keeper of Area 52: The HKH Standard (SG-1 Slash Archive)
http://www.gatekat.net/Area52/index.html
Listmom to BrainStorm and Fantacy-Erotica-Art
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Message: 5
Date: Sun, 07 Nov 1999 20:18:46 -0800
From: Rauhnee Ranshanka
Subject: Re: SWAT Pirates; Color by Rauhnee
Shade Jaguar wrote:
> Hey Rauhnee, Shade here,
> I love the coloring job, very nice.
Thank you. I'm quite fond of it too.
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Rauhnee Ranshanka; http://www.gatekat.net/index.html
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Message: 6
Date: Sun, 07 Nov 1999 20:18:51 -0800
From: Rauhnee Ranshanka
Subject: Re: Whoops!
Ah, poor Jake.
What a cruel way to walk up, but what a dream. I hadn't thought to
put the image in the middle, and you wove it in nicely.
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Rauhnee Ranshanka; http://www.gatekat.net/index.html
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Message: 7
Date: Sun, 07 Nov 1999 20:18:55 -0800
From: Rauhnee Ranshanka
Subject: Re: Story: Lost Soul
Wolf/Mike Wielder wrote:
> Lost Soul by Wielder
Wow. What a different twist on MadKat's past. I do so love these
shades of gray stories. You write quite a powerful history for him
and a very cool ending.
Very cool about Max lineage. Is he Felina's father or is there a
third Feral brother?
--
Rauhnee Ranshanka; http://www.gatekat.net/index.html
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Message: 8
Date: Sun, 07 Nov 1999 20:19:00 -0800
From: Rauhnee Ranshanka
Subject: Re: My answer to my story challenge. Swat Kat Pirates
Wolf/Mike Wielder wrote:
> Swat Kat Pirates
> By : The Wielder
I think this one could also be called the crossover from hell and the
highest number of orgasms in 40 KB. I saw SWAT Kats, Road Rovers,
Bravestarr, Tail Spin, Biker Mice, C.O.W. Boys, and a few characters I
couldn't ID. And did I see a nod to 7 Days?
What world do Tidal Wave, Toby, Rio, Michael and Firefoot to?
I love the world too, and that turnabout in the plot about Karnage.
And I can just image Jake expression during that anatomy lesson :)
I think this may be usable for the definition of 'orgy' and almost too
amusing for a smutfest.
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Rauhnee Ranshanka; Listhood SWAT Kat, GateKat and Katmin
http://www.gatekat.net/index.html
Listmom to SWAT Kats: Canon, Adult and FanFic
Keeper of The MKC BlackNet, The uncensored SK FanFic Archive
http://www.gatekat.net/SWATKats/BlackNet/index.html
Listmom to StarGate Slash: Gateway
Keeper of Area 52: The HKH Standard (SG-1 Slash Archive)
http://www.gatekat.net/Area52/index.html
Listmom to BrainStorm and Fantacy-Erotica-Art
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Message: 9
Date: Sun, 07 Nov 1999 20:25:56 PST
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
Subject: Re: Let the games begin!
> > Now all I gotta do is figure out how Rahunee was able to do some of the
>cool stuff she put in her rendition of the pic... Man! I've never gotten
>the ocean to look that good (and transparent-like items just don't work for
>me either!!)... It's been bugging me! ;)
>
>Wielder? Do you mind if I use this image for a coloring how-to lesson
>at SKAAG?
No. Go ahead and feel free. If it halps, then all the better.
Wielder
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Message: 10
Date: Sun, 07 Nov 1999 20:29:16 PST
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
Subject: Re: My answer to my story challenge. Swat Kat Pirates
>I think this one could also be called the crossover from hell and the
>highest number of orgasms in 40 KB. I saw SWAT Kats, Road Rovers,
>Bravestarr, Tail Spin, Biker Mice, C.O.W. Boys, and a few characters I
>couldn't ID. And did I see a nod to 7 Days?
Not likely since I never heard of Nod.
>What world do Tidal Wave, Toby, Rio, Michael and Firefoot to?
My world. They are all made by me as filler charcters for the
sake of the story.
>I love the world too, and that turnabout in the plot about Karnage.
>And I can just image Jake expression during that anatomy lesson :)
>
>I think this may be usable for the definition of 'orgy' and almost too
>amusing for a smutfest.
Definately a good time though.
Wielder
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Message: 11
Date: Sun, 07 Nov 1999 20:31:59 PST
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
Subject: Re: Story: Lost Soul
>Wow. What a different twist on MadKat's past. I do so love these
>shades of gray stories. You write quite a powerful history for him
>and a very cool ending.
>
>Very cool about Max lineage. Is he Felina's father or is there a
>third Feral brother?
A third brother also exists, Felina's father. MAx is both too young
and too gay to be a daddy.
:)
I'm glad you liked how it worked out. It was supposed to express my
personal views on rape. I don't see it as romantic. Maybe it was
because I've been just a little too close to it in the past.
Wielder
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Message: 12
Date: Sun, 07 Nov 1999 20:43:14 PST
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
Subject: Attention!
Sorry to have to do this,
I recently had a major disaster. ALL e-mail has been lost. Hotmail
has gone off and eaten all of my e-mail and can not recover it.
Among the stuff lost was personal stories being written between
myself and other furs, all my age statements, and any messages sent
to me from the time period of Nov 4 to Nov 7, which were not read
and therefore I don't even know what was lost.
So I'm asking everyone on my mailing list to please send me an
age statement again. Yes, I KNOW everyone is over 18, but I REALLY
do need this for my records.
Also, anyone who was interested in buying some of my pictures, If
you are still interested, please contact me again. I may have just
not gotten to your requests yet, and now all my information is lost.
So if you are still interested, please let me know.
Rauhnee, and Afril, your orders are safe and should be delivered
in a few days to a week.
Afril and all those who were writing thing with me, please resend the
last story things that you had. ALL my copies were LOST.
Anyone else who had a message for me, please resend it if it falls
in the time frame listed above.
Sorry to spam everyone, but some of this is important.
Be well.
Wielder
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Message: 13
Date: Sun, 07 Nov 1999 20:48:37 PST
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
Subject: a story. Turnabout
Greetings,
I don't know if I sent this story or not, so I'm sending, possibly
again. If it is, sorry for spam. I hope you enjoy. This story
was supposed to be read after Lost Soul. It doesn't really mess
up the continuity if read out of order. New stories on the way.
Enjoy.
Turnabout
By : Wielder
Read for fun or pleasure. Enjoy.
"Chance?" Jake asked quietly. "You awake?"
Chance groaned and turned in bed. Jake looked up at the ceiling in the
darkened room. He was bored and couldn't sleep. It had been a rough day,
but all he could think about was sex. Jake grinned. They had spent most of
the day fighting DarkKat, and the rest working in the shop. Despite all
that
he wasn't exhausted, he was horny, and of course Chance was asleep. Jake
sighed. The idea of playing in the jet crossed his mind, but he refrained.
Chance had made him promise not to play in the jet unless they were both
there. More fun that way.
Well, it would be except for now. Jake sighed again and tried to go back to
sleep. After a while he was finally beginning to drift off when he heard
movement. Not unsurprising with a roommate and all, but this was the
sound of someone trying to be quiet. Jake was wide awake and focusing
his eyes in the dark. His eyes were adjusted just in time to see Chance
sneaking out of the room.
Jake sat up in bed. "Where's he going?" Jake asked himself.
Jake stood, curiosity winning as he followed Chance down the hall,
padding softly as Chance led the way towards the work rooms. It was dark,
but Jake could see as Chance began removing his clothes one by one,
leaving a trail of a shirt, shorts, and finally briefs.
Jake followed Chance until Chance ducked inside the obstacle course.
Jake's curiosity was peaked. Diving to the side, he made his way to the
control room. In minutes he had the main viewscreen focusing in on the
room Chance was in. What he saw surprised him.
Chance was being tied down in one of the inner chambers. He was pinned
down by some of the creepling drones that they had built to practice with.
Jake watched as the creeplings grabbed Chance's legs and arms and secured
them firmly to a small table in the center of the room. Jake knew Chance
could break away from those robots, which meant he wanted to be there.
"And he said I was weird for fooling around with the TurboKat." Jake said
as he watched the show.
The creeplings finished with the arms and legs and grabbed Chance's tail.
Laughing that odd laugh of theirs, they tied the tail back exposing Chance's
anus and balls. Jake grinned at the view. Feeling a little left out, Jake
quickly shed his own clothes. In seconds Jake was sitting in the control
room with a throbbing erection that he gently stroked as he watched his
partner being man-handled.
Then the room dimmed.
Chance squirmed in the braces. They were nice and tight. He couldn't wait
until Jake was in here, but then again, he couldn't wait to try out the new
obstacle course himself. The room got darker as a door opened.
Chance grinned. Right on cue, DarkKat stepped into the room. His dark
red robe flowing in a slight breeze. Chance grinned even larger.
"And Jake thinks HE'S good with machines." Chance said to himself as
DarkKat opened his mouth, and said nothing.
Chance frowned. "I must have messed up the connection to the voice." He
said as he lay there.
DarkKat moved menacingly forward taking firm strides, then he paused.
His lips began to move without sound, then he suddenly tossed his robe
aside.
Jake coughed as he saw DarkKat strip away his robe exposing an incredible
body. Oddly enough, it seemed familiar, then Jake recognized it. It was
the dummy body they had of Feral for special training sessions, but what
was between DarkKat's legs was not originally a part of the dummy. A
massive dildo hung a little limply strapped firmly to DarkKat's crotch.
Jake didn't know whether to laugh or growl. "So THAT'S where that
went!" Jake said as he recognized one of his more favorite playthings.
Chance grinned. "Jake'll freak when he sees that." He said as DarkKat
moved closer and suddenly jerked behind the restrained kat. Chance
grinned and prepared himself as hand grabbed his hips and pressed the tip
of Jake's favorite dildo firmly against his anus.
Then everything froze.
Jake looked at the screen carefully. Nothing was happening. Nothing at
all, and from the look of it Chance wasn't too happy.
"Hey!" Chance called back at the frozen DarkKat. "What are you waiting
for?!" But the figure didn't move, neither did the creeplings for that
matter.
They were all frozen.
"Great." Chance said as he hung his head. "Jake's never going to let me
live this down when he finds me like this."
"Oh, I don't know." Jake said from the shadows. "It's kind of kinky."
Chance looked up as Jake stepped into the room, naked, with his sexy
erection bobbing out before him.
Jake looked around the room. "So what was this exactly?" Jake asked as he
approached his partner.
"It was supposed to be a surprise." Chance said, thankful he didn't have to
spend the night in his current position. "I read your journal and saw that
little fantasy of you and DarkKat."
Jake grinned as he walked behind his partner, letting his fingers trail
along
the striped furry back.
"So this was for me?" Jake asked as he pushed the DarkKat robot aside.
Chance grinned. "Yeah, I was just trying to get it to work."
Razor grinned and stood there for a moment. Then he looked Chance in
the eyes.
Chance's grin faded away. He knew that look.
"Uh, Jake?"
Jake just grinned as he stepped up behind Chance's tied down body. He
deliberately let his erection rub up and down between Chance's butt cheeks
before answering.
"You know." Jake said. "I don't think we ever tried it with YOU tied
down."
Chance grinned and looked at the overturned DarkKat and the dildo still
attached. "Nothing like the real thing, huh, Razor?"
Razor just grinned. "And who says you'll get the real thing."
Chance was confused until Jake swooped down and removed the dildo.
Holding it next to his cheek, Razor rubbed it up and down slowly, before
licking it casually. Chance was getting turned on.
"You know," Chance said. "We could always take this back to bed."
Whap! Chance yowled in surprise. "What are you doing?!" he asked
Razor.
Razor grinned and continued to lick the dildo he had just hit his partner
lightly with. "Hush." Was all Razor said. Then Chance understood. Jake
was in charge. Chance grinned despite himself. It had been a long time
since Jake was the top.
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Message: 14
Date: Sun, 07 Nov 1999 20:56:07 PST
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
Subject: Turnabout Chapter 2
*********
Chapter 2
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Jake smiled as he hunched over Chance's body and began to rub the
slickened dildo over the tiny pink bud. He knew Chance was getting
turned on. He could see the feline penis hanging in the air as it throbbed
between his partner's legs. Jake slid the dildo along the hot rod of flesh,
which in turn caused Chance to moan louder than he had in a long time.
Jake continued to slide the dildo back and forth dragging more moans from
his partner.
"You like this?" Jake asked.
"Now who's teasing?" Chance asked weakly.
Jake grinned. "Teasing? Why, I'd never do that."
The sarcasm was obvious.
Jake lifted the dildo and pressed it up against Chance's opening. Smiling
evilly, Jake pushed the large head into Chance's body.
Chance groaned as he was opened up. It had been a very long time for him
and never with one so big. Suddenly the pain started and it was too much
too soon.
"Stop!" Chance said startled that he had asked.
The dildo stopped and Jake was leaning over to check his partner. "You
OK?" Jake asked, all playfulness gone and seriousness in its place.
Chance looked up apologetically. "Sorry, I can't take them that big."
Jake grinned and slowly pulled the dildo out.
"Then what were you thinking with the DarkKat?" Razor asked as he
pulled the dildo free and set it aside.
Chance looked sheepish. "I thought I could handle it."
Jake grinned as he stood and gently grabbed Chance's hips. "How about
we start with something a bit smaller then."
Wasting no time, Jake pushed his penis into Chance slowly. Chance
grunted as the familiar shape entered him, but there was no pain this time.
It felt good in a familiar way.
"It's been WAY too long." Chance said as Jake quickly began a steady
rhythm.
Jake moaned. "Yeah. Too long. I forgot how you felt."
Chance sighed and lay there. He was tied down and couldn't go anywhere,
not that he would have tried to if he could. He just lay there as Jake
continued to slip in and out of his partner's body. If felt so comfortable,
that he was forgetting about his own erection until a paw grabbed his penis.
Chance jumped as his mind went from relaxed to overload in mere seconds
as the paw began to jack him slowly at first, then much faster. Speeding up
and matching pace with the ramrod pounding away inside him and against
his prostrate. Chance began to moan. He had to admit that Jake may be
smaller, but he was faster and was very well gifted with what the gods had
given him.
Jake continued to stroke his partner. He kept going faster and faster until
the soft pounding sound of fur hitting fur was all that could be heard until
Jake felt the itch building in his balls.
Chance felt it at once. Jake began jerking harder and faster, the sudden
assault caused him to begin to loose control as he moaned as tried to push
back against Jake. Grunting loudly, he moaned as he felt each thrust until
an itch began in his balls. Then it was all over.
Chance grunted loudly as his orgasm hit, causing him to spray spunk all
over the table as his anal muscles began to milk Jake's cock in time to his
orgasm.
Jake grunted as the insides of Chance's body threatened to pull him in until
he too gave way and began to cum inside his partner. The pair lay there for
a while reveling in their orgasmic pleasures.
Finally Jake withdrew.
"How was it?" Jake asked playfully.
"I can't complain." Chance said in the same tone.
Jake smiled. "Well, maybe I should just leave you here over night."
Chance grinned. "No, don't do that."
Jake began undoing Chance's restraints. "Well, maybe if you promise not
to try and reprogram the obstacle course without me. I don't want you
hurting yourself. Surprise or not." Jake finished one leg and started on
the
next. "Also you have to promise to leave my dildos alone, unless I know
anyway. And you have to stop reading my journal."
Chance reached out and hugged his partner as soon as his arms were
undone.
"I promise."
Jake and Chance kissed each other passionately for a long moment. Then
they turned to head back to bed.
"Just do me a favor, Jake." Chance said.
"What?"
"Practice with me a little more." He answered as he hugged his partner. "If
I'm going to ever take Feral, I'll need to be in shape."
Jake grinned as they closed the door to their room.
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Message: 15
Date: Sun, 7 Nov 1999 23:57:47 -0500
From: "Knuckles"
Subject: Re: Challange!
Rauhnee wrote:
> Not bad indeed. It looks like a good search to me.
:)
May SKAAG have it?
>
> (may I just have a blanket permission on your work?)
Yes of course. You have my permission!
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Message: 16
Date: Sun, 07 Nov 1999 21:08:22 PST
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
Subject: Boy Talk (New story)
New story. Enjoy
Boy Talk
By : Wielder
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.
"You're not mad are you?" Max asked as he lay on his bed.
Jake stepped out of the bathroom. "Why would I be mad?"
Max sat up. "I thought you and Chance would be upset that Jacob found out
you were the Swat Kats."
Jake shrugged as he walked across the room and sat on the bed. Max was
naked, as usual, but Jake was still clothed.
"Well," Jake said as he thought about the situation. "It's not as if he was
prying or anything. He just found out when he merged with MadKat. And
to be honest, Chance and I are glad he merged with someone we can trust.
I'd hate to think of what might have happened if MadKat had bonded with
another bad guy."
"Thomas." Max corrected quietly. "He wants to be called Thomas now."
Razor nodded and picked up a duffel bag on the floor. He set it on the bed
and opened it up.
"I mean," Razor continued as he rummaged around in the bag. "That it
doesn't really bother us that you, Jacob, and Feral knows. Feral was
Chance's fault." Jake paused to pull a large pinkish dildo from the bag.
"He should have known better than to think we could start having sex with
Feral, and Feral not find out. It was only a matter of time." Jake pulled
several large leather straps from the bag. "You found out because we were
careless. We should have known better than to be wearing our costumes
while screwing around in Feral's living room."
Max grinned. "I think he just forgot I had a key."
Jake pulled a complicated looking pile of black leathers straps that seemed
to be interconnected from the bag.
"Well," Razor continued. "I can't say that we minded much. Especially
when you joined in. Then Steele dragged Jacob into the picture. That
wasn't anything we did. Jacob found out about Feral, and the whole time,
MadKat, I mean Thomas was watching." Jake pulled a bottle with a pink
gel inside out and set it on the bed next to the rest of the stuff. "It
seems that
the only ones who found out our secrets by accident were you and Jacob.
Chance and I can't hold that against you. Chance had to admit, it's a nice
change of pace to KNOW we have Enforcer Support, even if secretly."
Max grinned as he picked up the complicated leather thing and held it over
his chest allowing it to slide down his chest, revealing its shape as a some
sort of body harness thing.
"I never knew you were into such kinky things, though." Max said.
Jake laughed. "You should see the TurboKat and our new Obstacle course."
Jake pulled out three tubes of what looked like paint.
Max grinned. "Actually I'd like to!"
Jake laughed again and pulled out a small white jar and then tossed the bag
aside. "OK, we're ready, stand right next to me and we'll get started."
Max jumped from the bed and did as he was told.
Jake grabbed the leather harness thing and began undoing snaps and clasps.
"So how is Jacob handling the multiple personality thing?" Jake asked as he
worked the leathery puzzle in his hands.
Max shrugged. "It's kind of strange. I expected some sort of adjustment
period, but they seem somehow perfect for each other. As if this was meant
to be or something."
Jake paused. He had caught the tone of voice Max had used.
"Are you jealous?" Jake asked.
Max sighed. "A little. Thomas and Jacob are closer together than I can
ever
be with them. I love Jacob, but now I feel like I'm competing against
someone who will ALWAYS be closer."
Jake nodded and took the harness and slipped it over Max's shoulders. "I
know the feeling." Jake said quietly.
Max snorted. "Somehow I doubt that." Then Max looked shocked at
himself. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean that to be rude."
Jake shook his head. "Don't worry, I get it. But you're wrong. There was
a
time when Chance I had first met and I felt like you do."
Max looked up in surprise. "So what supernatural ghost did he bond with?"
He said with a grin.
Jake looked up and lightly slapped Max on the rear, then tightened one of
the straps for emphasis.
"Not a ghost." Jake said evenly. "A friend." He paused as he refastened
and adjusted the straps and cords. "When we first met, it was a quick bond.
We just knew. We had sex on our second date. After about three weeks I
realized I was in love." Jake paused as he finished the last strap and let
Max
look at himself in the mirror.
Max stood there looking at the tight, form fitting leather harness that sent
cords and bits of leather all over his chest to accent every curve and
muscle.
"This is nice." Max said appreciatively.
Jake nodded. "Chance bought it for me a year ago. We had sex so much
after he got it, that I almost couldn't get in the jet I was so sore."
Max nodded and walked back over. "So who was it?"
Jake looked up. "Who?"
"The one Chance was with?"
Jake shook his head. "It wasn't him cheating or anything. He wasn't really
WITH anyone, it was just that he had a bond with someone that I didn't
have." Jake grabbed the first tube and opened the cap. "There was a girl.
Her name was Sandra. She was beautiful for a fem and Chance had known
her for years. When he first told someone about his being gay, it was her."
Jake squeezed some of the dark blue paint onto his fingers. "After the
first
few months, I found out about her and actually thought Chance was having
an affair. He wasn't keeping her a secret or anything, it's just he didn't
tell
me. Partly because he just didn't think about it." Jake rubbed the paint
onto
his fingers and slowly began to apply it to Max's fur.
"This'll wash out right?" Max asked.
Jake nodded. "It dries pretty fast, but once it gets wet it just washes
away.
Chance used to play with this stuff. It was kind of fun painting each
other."
Max nodded. "So what happened?"
Jake hung his head. "What else? We fought. I didn't believe him when he
told me it meant nothing. So we fought, I kicked him out. And I didn't see
him again for three days." Jake began to make specific patterns all over
Max's fur.
After a moment, he finished and grabbed another color, black this time.
"So what happened next?" Max asked after he realized Jake wasn't
continuing.
Jake hung his head. "She came over." He began applying the paint to
Max's fur. "And we fought. A physical fight."
Max could hear the shame in Jake's voice.
"We punched each other, but she was a professional. She slammed me into
three or four walls until I couldn't remember how to stand and then she tore
into me verbally. She started telling me what an idiot I was and that I
didn't
deserve Chance." Jake paused and put away the black and grabbed the last
color, white. "It turned out she and Chance had known each other for years,
and that their relationship was more a brother and sister one, than sexual.
And when she got done, she started telling me what I was doing to Chance."
Jake paused as he opened the last tube.
Jake applied some of the white to his fingers and began to paint Max's body.
"She was so upset, she burst into tears." Jake continued. "I couldn't be
angry with her even though I felt she was the one at fault. She was so
worried about Chance, telling me how he came to her house sobbing
because of our fight. He wasn't eating or sleeping right. Finally what she
said made it through. I was the one doing this to Chance, not her. She
wanted to help him, and if that meant knocking some sense into me, then
she'd do it."
Jake finished painting the white on. "So we made up." Jake continued.
"That's when I realized that she was just a friend, a VERY good friend.
They love each other in a way I'll never have with him, but the love I have
with Chance is special, all on it's own. And no one else will have that
love."
Max nodded in understanding. "Knowing that doesn't mean that I don't feel
left out."
Jake nodded and sat down next to Max. "You'll have to let it dry for a
minute." Jake said. "And I know how you feel. I feel left out when Chance
and Sandra do things together, but I love Chance, and I won't stand in the
way. Not now that I know he'll come back to me. You have to learn to
accept what you have and realize that you may have more than you
thought."
Max looked at Jake. "More?"
Jake nodded. "I've heard you talking. Jacob is more comfortable with
himself now. He likes having sex with you in more adventurous ways,
kinkier ways. I mean that's why I'm here now, painting you up as some
Amazon warKat. You essentially have two lovers now. And you need to
explore what that will bring you. When I finally got to know Sandra, I
found out how good a friend she really was. We will occasionally go out
together her and I. No Chance. Maybe you should try to get to know
Thomas better."
Max flinched a bit. "Thanks to our bonding I already know more about him
than I was prepared to know, but I see your point. Am I dry yet?"
Jake touched the paint lightly. "Yes."
Max sighed. "Good." He turned to look into the mirror. A leather warrior
stared back. Stripes of white stood out on Max's dark furred body while
splotches of black darkened his eyes and cheeks in tribal patterns. A river
of
blue erupted like fire from his genitals and climbed his torso up to the
shoulders curving and twining in flowing patterns, accenting each nipple
and muscle as the leather harness broke the pattern into delightful sections
that made the kat seem a walking piece of art.
"Wow." Max said finally. "You're good at this."
Jake grinned. "Chance and I have plenty of practice."
"Do you think Jacob will like it?" Max asked a bit uncertain.
Jake stood. "Don't worry, he'll love it. And the paint is edible so he can
lick it off."
Max chuckled. "Thanks for coming over. And I don't mean just the paint."
Jake nodded and hugged Max close. "I just don't want you to break up or
fight over something that I know isn't really important. Not if you love
him
anyway."
Jake stood there for a moment, then they began to put the paint away while
Jake showed Max what the jars contained and what they were used for.
End.
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Message: 17
Date: Mon, 08 Nov 1999 02:21:15 -0800
From: Okama Nometoad
Subject: Re: Let the games begin!
> > Now all I gotta do is figure out how Rahunee was able to do some of the
cool stuff she put in her rendition of the pic... Man! I've never gotten
the ocean to look that good (and transparent-like items just don't work for
me either!!)... It's been bugging me! ;)
>
> But for the quick answer, the sea is a flood fill of a background
> image I have. And I like your version better, how'd you di it?
Hey thanks! Actually I used a lot of cheap tricks on my pic... (but they
work!!) The sky is a "radial gradient" type of flood fill (same with the
clouds) the shading for the dudes is me immitating a combination of the
artists, Nakira, Alan Mackey and K-9, and the
ocean look and wood for the ship were airbrush effects in Paint Shop Pro (I
can't make Photohop run at a decent speed on my system, so I opt for the
next-best thing), and the swords were graphics I took off of one of my web
pages (that since went down) anduh... yeah!
> What specifically do you want to know about? I'll make sure it's in
> there and I can probably explain in e-mail.
Ah... I was referring to the reflection on the spyglass... Oh well! ;)
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Subject: [SWATKats_Adult] Digest Number 106
Date: 9 Nov 1999 12:04:49 -0000
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There are 10 messages in this issue.
Topics in today's digest:
1. Swat Kat Pirates
From: Shade Jaguar
2. Swat Pirates story
From: Shade Jaguar
3. (No Subject)
From: "Melanie Edwards"
4. Re: (No Subject)
From: "Jake Clawson"
5. Re: (No Subject)
From: "Melanie Edwards"
6. Re: (No Subject)
From: EnsTren@aol.com
7. Re: (No Subject)
From: "Melanie Edwards"
8. Re: Swat Pirates story
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
9. Re: (No Subject)
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
10. Re: (No Subject)
From: EnsTren@aol.com
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Message: 1
Date: Mon, 08 Nov 1999 12:06:47 -0500
From: Shade Jaguar
Subject: Swat Kat Pirates
Wolf/Mike Wielder wrote:
>
> From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
>
> Here is the first chapter of my story for the Swat Kat story
> challenge. Enjoy and be warned, it's fairly gooey.
>
Shade here,
Hey Wielder, I read your story...all I have to say is HOLY KATS ALIVE!
One of the best stories I've ever read, and talk about MAJOR orgasms!
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Message: 2
Date: Mon, 08 Nov 1999 12:11:18 -0500
From: Shade Jaguar
Subject: Swat Pirates story
Ok, I know I sent this story in already but I don't know if anyone
received it or not so I'm sending it in again. This is my response to
Wielder's challenge to write a story based on his Swat Pirates pic.
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Message: 3
Date: Mon, 08 Nov 1999 16:17:24 -0500
From: "Melanie Edwards"
Subject: (No Subject)
I was just going through my folders, and reading all the stories that we
have posted on the list. Well, at least the ones that have been posted
since I joined-almost a year and a half...I think. (yes I know how strange
it may seem to read ALL the stories, but when your home sick...) ANYWAY...I
realized that no one has ever done an erotic story where one of the main
characters died. Sorry if it sounds morbid, but I don't mean it like that.
I'm talking about a dramatic, kind of sad, story. Don't ask why I'm
thinking like this, 'cause I don't know myself. But I was wondering...do
any of you guys have any ideas about that?
Behave!-just kidding! ;D
Mel
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Message: 4
Date: Mon, 08 Nov 1999 13:23:08 PST
From: "Jake Clawson"
Subject: Re: (No Subject)
Actually... I would be gald to do one... give me sometime and I will, Mel.
>From: "Melanie Edwards"
>Reply-To: SWATKats_Adult@onelist.com
>To: "Swat Kats Adult"
>Subject: [SWATKats_Adult] (No Subject)
>Date: Mon, 08 Nov 1999 16:17:24 -0500
>
> I was just going through my folders, and reading all the stories that we
>have posted on the list. Well, at least the ones that have been posted
>since I joined-almost a year and a half...I think. (yes I know how strange
>it may seem to read ALL the stories, but when your home sick...)
>ANYWAY...I realized that no one has ever done an erotic story where one of
>the main characters died. Sorry if it sounds morbid, but I don't mean it
>like that. I'm talking about a dramatic, kind of sad, story. Don't ask
>why I'm thinking like this, 'cause I don't know myself. But I was
>wondering...do any of you guys have any ideas about that?
>
>Behave!-just kidding! ;D
>Mel
>
>
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Message: 5
Date: Mon, 08 Nov 1999 16:26:14 -0500
From: "Melanie Edwards"
Subject: Re: (No Subject)
--
On Mon, 08 Nov 1999 13:23:08 Jake Clawson wrote:
>From: "Jake Clawson"
>
>Actually... I would be gald to do one... give me sometime and I will, Mel.
>
>
Your so sweet! Thanks! :)
Mel
>>From: "Melanie Edwards"
>>Reply-To: SWATKats_Adult@onelist.com
>>To: "Swat Kats Adult"
>>Subject: [SWATKats_Adult] (No Subject)
>>Date: Mon, 08 Nov 1999 16:17:24 -0500
>>
>> I was just going through my folders, and reading all the stories that we
>>have posted on the list. Well, at least the ones that have been posted
>>since I joined-almost a year and a half...I think. (yes I know how strange
>>it may seem to read ALL the stories, but when your home sick...)
>>ANYWAY...I realized that no one has ever done an erotic story where one of
>>the main characters died. Sorry if it sounds morbid, but I don't mean it
>>like that. I'm talking about a dramatic, kind of sad, story. Don't ask
>>why I'm thinking like this, 'cause I don't know myself. But I was
>>wondering...do any of you guys have any ideas about that?
>>
>>Behave!-just kidding! ;D
>>Mel
>>
>>
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Message: 6
Date: Mon, 8 Nov 1999 17:53:12 EST
From: EnsTren@aol.com
Subject: Re: (No Subject)
In a message dated 11/8/99 1:18:48 PM Pacific Standard Time,
multiorgasm@angelfire.com writes:
<< I was just going through my folders, and reading all the stories that we
have posted on the list. Well, at least the ones that have been posted
since
I joined-almost a year and a half...I think. (yes I know how strange it may
seem to read ALL the stories, but when your home sick...) ANYWAY...I
realized that no one has ever done an erotic story where one of the main
characters died. Sorry if it sounds morbid, but I don't mean it like that.
I'm talking about a dramatic, kind of sad, story. Don't ask why I'm
thinking
like this, 'cause I don't know myself. But I was wondering...do any of you
guys have any ideas about that?
Behave!-just kidding! ;D
Mel >>
Do you by chance like Emily Dickinson? Does anyone know to what poem I am
refering to? do you want me to post it?
Nemi
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Message: 7
Date: Mon, 08 Nov 1999 21:25:51 -0500
From: "Melanie Edwards"
Subject: Re: (No Subject)
--
On Mon, 8 Nov 1999 17:53:12 EnsTren wrote:
>From: EnsTren@aol.com
>
>In a message dated 11/8/99 1:18:48 PM Pacific Standard Time,
>multiorgasm@angelfire.com writes:
>
><< I was just going through my folders, and reading all the stories that
we
>have posted on the list. Well, at least the ones that have been posted
since
>I joined-almost a year and a half...I think. (yes I know how strange it may
>seem to read ALL the stories, but when your home sick...) ANYWAY...I
>realized that no one has ever done an erotic story where one of the main
>characters died. Sorry if it sounds morbid, but I don't mean it like that.
>I'm talking about a dramatic, kind of sad, story. Don't ask why I'm
thinking
>like this, 'cause I don't know myself. But I was wondering...do any of you
>guys have any ideas about that?
>
> Behave!-just kidding! ;D
> Mel >>
>
>Do you by chance like Emily Dickinson? Does anyone know to what poem I am
>refering to? do you want me to post it?
>
>Nemi
>
Like...I love Emily Dickinson! I'm not sure which one your talking about
though...but enlighten me about it! I probably just forgot. Please post
it! :)
Thanks!
Mel
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Message: 8
Date: Mon, 08 Nov 1999 20:15:55 PST
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
Subject: Re: Swat Pirates story
>Ok, I know I sent this story in already but I don't know if anyone
>received it or not so I'm sending it in again. This is my response to
>Wielder's challenge to write a story based on his Swat Pirates pic.
I read the story. It was cute and interesting, and made for a quick
and interesting read. I won't lie, I was hoping for smut, but I like
how you met the challenge without necessarily diving into that.
That was the whole point in the first place.
Be well.
Wielder
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Message: 9
Date: Mon, 08 Nov 1999 20:19:56 PST
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
Subject: Re: (No Subject)
> I was just going through my folders, and reading all the stories that we
>have posted on the list. Well, at least the ones that have been posted
>since I joined-almost a year and a half...I think. (yes I know how strange
>it may seem to read ALL the stories, but when your home sick...)
>ANYWAY...I realized that no one has ever done an erotic story where one of
>the main characters died. Sorry if it sounds morbid, but I don't mean it
>like that. I'm talking about a dramatic, kind of sad, story. Don't ask
>why I'm thinking like this, 'cause I don't know myself. But I was
>wondering...do any of you guys have any ideas about that?
>
>Behave!-just kidding! ;D
>Mel
Actually, I've had a plot for quite some time. But the sadness
always kept me from writing it. I'd be happy to insert Jake and
Chance into the roles to show what I can do, partly, because I ove
a challenge.
If you're interested, write me. I do what I can.
Wielder
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Message: 10
Date: Tue, 9 Nov 1999 04:54:14 EST
From: EnsTren@aol.com
Subject: Re: (No Subject)
I like a look of Agony,
Because I know it's true--
Men do not sham Convulsion,
nor simulate, a Throe--
The Eyes glaze ince--and that is Death--
Impossible to fiegn
The Beads upon the Forehead
By homely Anguish strung
Emily Dickinson 1861
-Nemi
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Subject: [SWATKats_Adult] Digest Number 107
Date: 10 Nov 1999 21:26:48 -0000
From: SWATKats_Adult@onelist.com
To: SWATKats_Adult@onelist.com
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There are 12 messages in this issue.
Topics in today's digest:
1. new pic
From: Shade Jaguar
2. Re: (No Subject)
From: "Jake Clawson"
3. Re: Swat Pirates story
From: "Jake Clawson"
4. Re: Boy Talk (New story)
From: Rauhnee Ranshanka
5. A Very Bad Joke (pt 1)
From: Rauhnee Ranshanka
6. A Very Bad Joke (pt 2)
From: Rauhnee Ranshanka
7. Re: Let the games begin!
From: Rauhnee Ranshanka
8. Re: new pic
From: Rauhnee Ranshanka
9. Re: Swat Pirates story
From: Rauhnee Ranshanka
10. Re: Boy Talk (New story)
From: "Kamikaze the Twooth"
11. Re: (No Subject)
From: "Melanie Edwards"
12. new pic
From: Shade Jaguar
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Message: 1
Date: Tue, 09 Nov 1999 15:54:31 -0500
From: Shade Jaguar
Subject: new pic
Hello, new pic here. This one is still in the works but I wanted to get
some opinions before inking it. Anything need changing?
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Message: 2
Date: Tue, 09 Nov 1999 17:39:13 PST
From: "Jake Clawson"
Subject: Re: (No Subject)
Actually as far as it goes, I do not mind killing off my own characters...
so long as it doesn't have to be permanant... only in the story.
Persia
>From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
>Reply-To: SWATKats_Adult@onelist.com
>To: SWATKats_Adult@onelist.com
>Subject: Re: [SWATKats_Adult] (No Subject)
>Date: Mon, 08 Nov 1999 20:19:56 PST
>
>> I was just going through my folders, and reading all the stories that we
>>have posted on the list. Well, at least the ones that have been posted
>>since I joined-almost a year and a half...I think. (yes I know how strange
>>it may seem to read ALL the stories, but when your home sick...)
>>ANYWAY...I realized that no one has ever done an erotic story where one of
>>the main characters died. Sorry if it sounds morbid, but I don't mean it
>>like that. I'm talking about a dramatic, kind of sad, story. Don't ask
>>why I'm thinking like this, 'cause I don't know myself. But I was
>>wondering...do any of you guys have any ideas about that?
>>
>>Behave!-just kidding! ;D
>>Mel
>
>Actually, I've had a plot for quite some time. But the sadness
>always kept me from writing it. I'd be happy to insert Jake and
>Chance into the roles to show what I can do, partly, because I ove
>a challenge.
>
>If you're interested, write me. I do what I can.
>
>Wielder
>
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>http://www.gatekat.net/SWATKats/Annels/Nexus.htm
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Message: 3
Date: Tue, 09 Nov 1999 17:40:08 PST
From: "Jake Clawson"
Subject: Re: Swat Pirates story
I enjoyed both the clean and the smutty version... a lot of creativity went
onto both.
Persia
>From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
>Reply-To: SWATKats_Adult@onelist.com
>To: SWATKats_Adult@onelist.com
>Subject: Re: [SWATKats_Adult] Swat Pirates story
>Date: Mon, 08 Nov 1999 20:15:55 PST
>
>>Ok, I know I sent this story in already but I don't know if anyone
>>received it or not so I'm sending it in again. This is my response to
>>Wielder's challenge to write a story based on his Swat Pirates pic.
>
>I read the story. It was cute and interesting, and made for a quick
>and interesting read. I won't lie, I was hoping for smut, but I like
>how you met the challenge without necessarily diving into that.
>That was the whole point in the first place.
>
>Be well.
>Wielder
>
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>http://www.gatekat.net/SWATKats/Annels/Nexus.htm
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Message: 4
Date: Tue, 09 Nov 1999 20:29:43 -0800
From: Rauhnee Ranshanka
Subject: Re: Boy Talk (New story)
Wolf/Mike Wielder wrote:
> Boy Talk
> By : Wielder
I don't know about everyone else, but I like these slice of life
stories, especially when they show interesting tidbits and character
growth.
Nice to know that boys didn't have smooth sailing all along.
--
Rauhnee Ranshanka; http://www.gatekat.net/index.html
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Message: 5
Date: Tue, 09 Nov 1999 20:31:13 -0800
From: Rauhnee Ranshanka
Subject: A Very Bad Joke (pt 1)
I really have no idea how old this little demon is, but I just found
it looking for something else and had to share.
A very bad joke started by a US Marine somewhere and passed on to
me who promptly though "What would that look like for the
Enforcers?" This was the result. I actually did quite a bit to
it. If you want to play a little find-it, see if you can find
all 8 things I changed. It was harder than it looks.
--
Rauhnee
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Message: 6
Date: Tue, 09 Nov 1999 20:33:57 -0800
From: Rauhnee Ranshanka
Subject: A Very Bad Joke (pt 2)
This is the original I started with. I think. It looks like the
cleaned up version of the original scan. I have the real original
photocopy running around somewhere. Sent for comparison.
--
Rauhnee
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Message: 7
Date: Tue, 09 Nov 1999 20:30:07 -0800
From: Rauhnee Ranshanka
Subject: Re: Let the games begin!
Okama Nometoad wrote:
> > What specifically do you want to know about?
> Ah... I was referring to the reflection on the spyglass...
It's another flood fill. Most of my tricks are.
I found an image of a ship I liked, cropped it to roughly the right
size to fit inside (a square instead of a rectangle).
I then flood filled the white inside of the spyglass with a medium
green.
Flood filled the two black lines with a very light blue.
Used the smart selection wand to select the medium green part of the
spyglass.
Used flood fill with a pattern (the ship image) into the green.
And you get the image of a ship in the spyglass with the reflection
lines intact in near-white.
--
Rauhnee Ranshanka; Listhood SWAT Kat, GateKat and Katmin
http://www.gatekat.net/index.html
Listmom to SWAT Kats: Canon, Adult and FanFic
Keeper of The MKC BlackNet, The uncensored SK FanFic Archive
http://www.gatekat.net/SWATKats/BlackNet/index.html
Listmom to StarGate Slash: Gateway
Keeper of Area 52: The HKH Standard (SG-1 Slash Archive)
http://www.gatekat.net/Area52/index.html
Listmom to BrainStorm and Fantacy-Erotica-Art
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Message: 8
Date: Tue, 09 Nov 1999 20:30:13 -0800
From: Rauhnee Ranshanka
Subject: Re: new pic
Shade Jaguar wrote:
> This one is still in the works but I wanted to get some opinions before
inking it. Anything need changing?
Nice start.
Their tails seem missing, and Chance's stripes.
Also, the sheet/ blanket/ whatever is going on behind Chance's legs
looks a little odd. It kind of looks like Jake's legs are missing and
the sheet is doing some kind of interesting magic trick by being very
billowing just there and not in front/ over any part of Chance.
The angle seems off too (scanning issue, not the image itself). It
might just be me, if the one on the bottom isn't level without an
apparent reason it looks odd.
Hope this helps.
Maybe we'll get this one for a coloring contest soon?
--
Rauhnee Ranshanka; http://www.gatekat.net/index.html
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Message: 9
Date: Tue, 09 Nov 1999 20:30:28 -0800
From: Rauhnee Ranshanka
Subject: Re: Swat Pirates story
Shade Jaguar wrote:
> Ok, I know I sent this story in already
I am *so* glad you resent it. I never got it the first time.
Fun chase, and so open for a sequel, or let the reader figure out the
obvious. And adult, sexual, without smut. Not a common combo.
--
Rauhnee Ranshanka; http://www.gatekat.net/index.html
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Message: 10
Date: Wed, 10 Nov 1999 06:33:36 GMT
From: "Kamikaze the Twooth"
Subject: Re: Boy Talk (New story)
::looks slightly nutsy::
Look...I really like, LOVE the story... But please, PLEASE stop switching
from Jake to Razor and back? You're confusing me....
-Kami (been up 36 hourse, not QUITE insane yet!)
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Message: 11
Date: Wed, 10 Nov 1999 01:38:12 -0500
From: "Melanie Edwards"
Subject: Re: (No Subject)
--
On Mon, 08 Nov 1999 20:19:56 Wolf/Mike Wielder wrote:
>From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
>
>> I was just going through my folders, and reading all the stories that we
>>have posted on the list. Well, at least the ones that have been posted
>>since I joined-almost a year and a half...I think. (yes I know how strange
>>it may seem to read ALL the stories, but when your home sick...)
>>ANYWAY...I realized that no one has ever done an erotic story where one of
>>the main characters died. Sorry if it sounds morbid, but I don't mean it
>>like that. I'm talking about a dramatic, kind of sad, story. Don't ask
>>why I'm thinking like this, 'cause I don't know myself. But I was
>>wondering...do any of you guys have any ideas about that?
>>
>>Behave!-just kidding! ;D
>>Mel
>
>Actually, I've had a plot for quite some time. But the sadness
>always kept me from writing it. I'd be happy to insert Jake and
>Chance into the roles to show what I can do, partly, because I ove
>a challenge.
>
>If you're interested, write me. I do what I can.
>
>Wielder
>
It would be wonderful if you could! :)
Mel
>>FAQ/ Rules:
>http://www.gatekat.net/SWATKats/Annels/Nexus.htm
>
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Message: 12
Date: Wed, 10 Nov 1999 12:59:08 -0500
From: Shade Jaguar
Subject: new pic
Ok, I sent this one already but I'm sending it again. I don't know what
is going on with my computer but something is up...I'll figure it out.
Anyway, this is just the rough version, any comments, suggestions are
welcome before I produce an inked version.
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Subject: [SWATKats_Adult] Digest Number 108
Date: 11 Nov 1999 11:37:47 -0000
From: SWATKats_Adult@onelist.com
To: SWATKats_Adult@onelist.com
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There are 9 messages in this issue.
Topics in today's digest:
1. Re: Boy Talk (New story)
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
2. Lickin Good (Jack&Chance Pic) M/M
From: "Knuckles"
3. Re: a story. Turnabout
From: Jerok Furlson
4. Re: Boy Talk (New story)
From: Jerok Furlson
5. Re: Swat Kat Pirates
From: Jerok Furlson
6. Re: Swat Pirates story
From: Jerok Furlson
7. Re: Lickin Good (Jack&Chance Pic) M/M
From: Jerok Furlson
8. Re: Lickin Good (Jack&Chance Pic) M/M
From: Rauhnee Ranshanka
9. Re: Boy Talk (New story)
From: Rauhnee Ranshanka
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Message: 1
Date: Wed, 10 Nov 1999 14:57:03 PST
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
Subject: Re: Boy Talk (New story)
>::looks slightly nutsy::
>Look...I really like, LOVE the story... But please, PLEASE stop switching
>from Jake to Razor and back? You're confusing me....
>-Kami (been up 36 hourse, not QUITE insane yet!)
My apologies, but it's how I write. Depending on how the characters
are in the story. For instance, If they are Swat Kats, I use Razor
and T-Bone. Civilian, I use their civilian names.
In the Pirate story, I just used EVERYONE's code names. So that it
was uniform. If I slipped and called them JAke or Chance, it was
an accident.
Wielder
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Message: 2
Date: Wed, 10 Nov 1999 20:31:07 -0500
From: "Knuckles"
Subject: Lickin Good (Jack&Chance Pic) M/M
Hey Everybody! Heres another Pic I did. Enjoy
Title: Lickin Good B&W (M/M)
Subject: Jack & Chance
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Message: 3
Date: Thu, 11 Nov 1999 02:24:45 -0800
From: Jerok Furlson
Subject: Re: a story. Turnabout
Wolf/Mike Wielder wrote:
> Turnabout
ROTFSHMAH
Oh, Gods. You write the boys *so* warped. This is fun.
--
Jerok Furlson;
I was your knight in shining armor
I was honor, I was rage
But I was nothing, 'til you showed me
My armor was a cage.
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Message: 4
Date: Thu, 11 Nov 1999 02:24:52 -0800
From: Jerok Furlson
Subject: Re: Boy Talk (New story)
Wolf/Mike Wielder wrote:
> "You found out because we were careless. We should have known better than
to be wearing our costumes while screwing around in Feral's living room."
That had to be the awkward moment of the month.
> It dries pretty fast, but once it gets wet it just washes away. // And the
paint is edible so he can
lick it off.
I want the brand name of this stuff :) sounds like too much fun.
How old was Jake in his flashback story? He seemed really immature.
--
Jerok Furlson;
Alone is like being a river...that never ends.
And nobody, no me, not anybody, can compete with the river.
Red Shoe Diaries (The Art of Loneliness)
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Message: 5
Date: Thu, 11 Nov 1999 02:25:09 -0800
From: Jerok Furlson
Subject: Re: Swat Kat Pirates
Wolf/Mike Wielder wrote:
> Swat Kat Pirates
> Read and enjoy, but be warned, heavy spooge and goo will be flying all
over the place in this story.
I think you actually managed to make this warning an understatement.
That's impressive.
Kats and Dawgs and Mice and Equines oh my!
yes, strange mood -- been watching Animaniacs tapes all night
--
Jerok Furlson;
Remember: Defeat is worce than death, because you have to live with
defeat.
INWO GOAL Fratricide
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Message: 6
Date: Thu, 11 Nov 1999 02:25:19 -0800
From: Jerok Furlson
Subject: Re: Swat Pirates story
Shade Jaguar wrote:
> This is my response to Wielder's challenge to write a story based on his
Swat Pirates pic.
Boys will be boys. Revenge can be sweet though, especially below
decks.
--
Jerok Furlson;
What enables an intelligent government and a wise military leadership
to overcome others and achieve extraordinary accomplishments is
foreknowledge.
Sun Tzu circa 500 B.C.
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Message: 7
Date: Thu, 11 Nov 1999 02:26:12 -0800
From: Jerok Furlson
Subject: Re: Lickin Good (Jack&Chance Pic) M/M
Knuckles wrote:
> Hey Everybody! Heres another Pic I did. Enjoy
You're getting better. The characters look much less stiff than
before. That and I'm more partial to the subject matter.
--
Jerok Furlson;
I was your knight in shining armor
I was honor, I was rage
But I was nothing, 'til you showed me
My armor was a cage.
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Message: 8
Date: Thu, 11 Nov 1999 02:42:48 -0800
From: Rauhnee Ranshanka
Subject: Re: Lickin Good (Jack&Chance Pic) M/M
> Knuckles wrote:
> Hey Everybody! Heres another Pic I did. Enjoy
Oh, yummm.
cute place to hide your sig too.
--
Rauhnee Ranshanka; http://www.gatekat.net/index.html
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Message: 9
Date: Thu, 11 Nov 1999 02:42:56 -0800
From: Rauhnee Ranshanka
Subject: Re: Boy Talk (New story)
Jerok Furlson wrote:
> > It dries pretty fast, but once it gets wet it just washes away. // And
the paint is edible so he can lick it off.
> I want the brand name of this stuff :) sounds like too much fun.
Should I be afraid of what you're planning to show me?
--
Rauhnee Ranshanka; http://www.gatekat.net/index.html
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Subject: [SWATKats_Adult] Digest Number 109
Date: 12 Nov 1999 11:40:49 -0000
From: SWATKats_Adult@onelist.com
To: SWATKats_Adult@onelist.com
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There are 18 messages in this issue.
Topics in today's digest:
1. Re: Boy Talk (New story)
From: Jerok Furlson
2. War Letters #01
From: Jerok Furlson
3. Re: Boy Talk (New story)
From: "Kamikaze the Twooth"
4. Re: Lickin Good (Jack&Chance Pic) M/M
From: Shade Jaguar
5. anyone?
From: Shade Jaguar
6. Re: new pic
From: Shade Jaguar
7. pic
From: Shade Jaguar
8. Re: a story. Turnabout
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
9. Re: Boy Talk (New story)
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
10. Re: Swat Kat Pirates
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
11. Re: War Letters #01
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
12. Re: Boy Talk (New story)
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
13. Re: pic
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
14. Re: anyone?
From: Okama Nometoad
15. War Letters #02
From: Jerok Furlson
16. Re: a story. Turnabout
From: Jerok Furlson
17. Re: Swat Kat Pirates
From: Jerok Furlson
18. Re: War Letters #01
From: Jerok Furlson
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Message: 1
Date: Thu, 11 Nov 1999 04:51:26 -0800
From: Jerok Furlson
Subject: Re: Boy Talk (New story)
Rauhnee Ranshanka wrote:
> Should I be afraid of what you're planning to show me?
Whatever is there is to be afraid of?
--
Jerok Furlson;
A warrior is concerned with his opponent. In defeating an individual,
not in conquering an army or provence. A soldier is part of a unit
that is part of a greater unit which is part of a army and has greater
goals.
Modern Marvels (Combat Engineers)
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Message: 2
Date: Thu, 11 Nov 1999 06:44:10 -0800
From: Jerok Furlson
Subject: War Letters #01
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Father Sun, Mother Night,
Sister Moon, Brother Beast,
Give strength to my sword-arm,
And courage to my soul.
Defend me in this coming war.
Dear Johnny,
Lifemate, love, how are things going at the office? Chasing Ann
around still fun? Has Sandra recovered from the flu? Did Brandon
pass math? Gods, I never thought I'd miss those stupid details I
always used to brush off. Now it's all I think about, except staying
alive. Don't worry. I'll come back. Even if I have to fight Anubus
and Hel themselves to do it. I can see your expression now, you
know. That mixture of amusement that I'd even think of that and
belief that I'd do it. You know I would, I hope the kits do. And
please stop comparing me to those two flyboys you chase around. It's
completely different.
I know I shouldn't be complaining like this, but I know you
understand.
It's fuckin cold here. Desert heat my tail, it hasn't gotten above 60
in two weeks. And guess what? No winter gear, no extra blankets or
sealed tents. Not even hot food. I dare you to be surprised, not
after 4 years. No matter how much you want to forget it. I'm glad in
a way you're not here. At least our kittens will have one parent stay
with them.
I'm with the forward Cobra detachment now, and nobody has a clue what
to do with me. What the hell is an Embarker doing with a field
chopper detachment? I don't know, they don't know, the lugheads at HQ
don't know but aren't changing my orders. I give up. Play good
soldier and get the fuck out of here ASAP. Hopefully not by getting
shot, though it's been close twice.
I'm almost a competent backseater in the Cobra now too. What pilots
do to spare personnel when there's board. Totally illegal, but no one
here fucken cares, and it'll probably save my hide eventually knowing
how to fly one of these demons, even minimally.
Don't worry too much, though. Only been shot at a couple times in
four months, though I think that's about to change.
Bets you know the war's on before I do?
I love you, you know. I'll see you when this is over.
And Beloved, try to find a way for me not to reenlist. I can't do
this again.
Always in my heart,
Rath
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pg 2
Lightning flashes,
Venting Gods' rage.
Devils' due,
Get in the cage.
You're a mortal,
Do as you're told.
You're a human,
Puppet to be sold.
Lightning flashes,
Venting Gods' rage.
Devils' due?
Never the cage!
I'm a mortal,
That's what you say.
I'm a human.
Puppet's lord today!
Why can't I be this poetic at home?
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
credits, notes and stuff.
Series: War Letters
Title: Letter Home 1
Author: Jerok Furlson
Email: Razor@peak.org
Parings: Johnny/ Rath (M/M)
Rating: PG
Archive: Yes
Feedback: Much requested; from, 'loved it' to in depth crits are all
appreciated. I'm new at this, though I read a lot.
Other websites: http://www.gatekat.net/Jerok_Furlson/index.html
Summary: A letter home from the warzone.
Notes: My first finished try at writing on my own, though I've helped
Rauhnee out here and there. The two poems are by Rauhnee
GateKat@SWATKats.Net and have been used with permission. After reading the
military holiday poem forwarded to slashing@onelist.com, I was sort of
compelled to write.
--
Jerok Furlson;
http://www.gatekat.net/Jerok_Furlson/index.html
I was your knight in shining armor
I was honor, I was rage
But I was nothing, 'til you showed me
My armor was a cage.
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Message: 3
Date: Thu, 11 Nov 1999 19:39:30 GMT
From: "Kamikaze the Twooth"
Subject: Re: Boy Talk (New story)
I know...that's how most people are... but look at this- from boy talk:
""Jake pulled a complicated looking pile of black leathers straps that
seemed to be interconnected from the bag.
"Well," Razor continued. "I can't say that we minded much. Especially when
you joined in. Then Steele dragged Jacob into the picture. That wasn't
anything we did. Jacob found out about Feral, and the whole time, MadKat, I
mean Thomas was watching." Jake....""
::sighs:: Sorry ta be a stickler... but my new temp job is a sub for an
english class. ::gags::
-Kami
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Message: 4
Date: Thu, 11 Nov 1999 15:05:35 -0500
From: Shade Jaguar
Subject: Re: Lickin Good (Jack&Chance Pic) M/M
> Knuckles wrote:
>
> Hey Everybody! Heres another Pic I did. Enjoy
>
> Title: Lickin Good B&W (M/M)
> Subject: Jack & Chance
>
Shade here,
Hey knuckles, nice job.
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Message: 5
Date: Thu, 11 Nov 1999 15:07:25 -0500
From: Shade Jaguar
Subject: anyone?
I don't want to sound pushy or anything but does anyone have any
suggestions on the new pic I sent in a few days ago? I mean I don't know
what to do with the background...any ideas?
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Message: 6
Date: Thu, 11 Nov 1999 15:45:25 -0500
From: Shade Jaguar
Subject: Re: new pic
Rauhnee Ranshanka wrote:
>
> From: Rauhnee Ranshanka
>
> Shade Jaguar wrote:
> > This one is still in the works but I wanted to get some opinions before
inking it. Anything need changing?
>
> Nice start.
>
> Their tails seem missing, and Chance's stripes.
>
> Also, the sheet/ blanket/ whatever is going on behind Chance's legs
> looks a little odd. It kind of looks like Jake's legs are missing and
> the sheet is doing some kind of interesting magic trick by being very
> billowing just there and not in front/ over any part of Chance.
>
> The angle seems off too (scanning issue, not the image itself). It
> might just be me, if the one on the bottom isn't level without an
> apparent reason it looks odd.
>
> Hope this helps.
>
> Maybe we'll get this one for a coloring contest soon?
>
Shade here,
Ok, thanks Rauhnee. I'll fix it up.
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Message: 7
Date: Thu, 11 Nov 1999 19:18:57 -0500
From: Shade Jaguar
Subject: pic
Shade here
Rauhnee, I made the changes that you suggested, what do you think?
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Message: 8
Date: Thu, 11 Nov 1999 21:18:47 PST
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
Subject: Re: a story. Turnabout
>ROTFSHMAH
? what does this mean?
>Oh, Gods. You write the boys *so* warped. This is fun.
Not yet I don't. I never got to Jake's closet, or Chance's, or
Feral's. :) So much left to do. :)
Wielder
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Message: 9
Date: Thu, 11 Nov 1999 21:22:21 PST
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
Subject: Re: Boy Talk (New story)
>Wolf/Mike Wielder wrote:
> > "You found out because we were careless. We should have known better
>than to be wearing our costumes while screwing around in Feral's living
>room."
>
>That had to be the awkward moment of the month.
Almost as awkward as Jake's first time in the high school locker room
showere with three members of the football team, when the coach
walked in. :) (Just kidding, although it is a neat idea.)
> > It dries pretty fast, but once it gets wet it just washes away. // And
>the paint is edible so he can
>lick it off.
>
>I want the brand name of this stuff :) sounds like too much fun.
So would I. Sorry to disappoint, but I made it up. If anyone ever
finds similar stuff, LET ME KNOW! I'd love to play with it.
>How old was Jake in his flashback story? He seemed really immature.
No real age was intended, just back when he and Chance had joined
the Enforcers. I have no idea how old they are now.
Wielder
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Message: 10
Date: Thu, 11 Nov 1999 21:24:58 PST
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
Subject: Re: Swat Kat Pirates
>I think you actually managed to make this warning an understatement.
>That's impressive.
Well, I do try to please. And please and please. :)
>Kats and Dawgs and Mice and Equines oh my!
Didn't have time for the whales and lions. :)
>yes, strange mood -- been watching Animaniacs tapes all night
Considering who this is, when are you NOT in a strange mood?
Be well.
Wielder
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Message: 11
Date: Thu, 11 Nov 1999 21:47:59 PST
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
Subject: Re: War Letters #01
I'm not going to say much about this, because There is
little I can say. It was very good. And very touching
especially with veterans day.
This was incredible and I'd like more.
Wielder
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Message: 12
Date: Thu, 11 Nov 1999 21:54:11 PST
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
Subject: Re: Boy Talk (New story)
>I know...that's how most people are... but look at this- from boy talk:
>
I do try. I think of them as the same person so much that it's
easy for me to switch. I have been more careful, and just miss
some occasionally.
Thanks though,
I'll try harder.
Wielder
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Message: 13
Date: Thu, 11 Nov 1999 22:09:01 PST
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
Subject: Re: pic
>Shade here
>
>Rauhnee, I made the changes that you suggested, what do you think?
I have some suggestions. They don't seem as if they are laying down
so much as standing and the pic is turned wrong. Jake's back
should follow a flowing contour similar to how it looks on a
matress when someone sl;eeps. Try looking at someone else. See
how parts of the person disappear into the matress and others don't
creating an unnatural shape, that is more believable.
Also, adjust the cap brim on Jake to look as if it is being flattened.
And a shadow and some fabric texture to the bed/whatever. If they
are on a hard surface, then what you have is good, but some texture
will help the image. Woodgrain or shine of metal, Maybe the Turbo
Kat's wing?
That should help some.
Wielder
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Message: 14
Date: Fri, 12 Nov 1999 00:42:50 -0800
From: Okama Nometoad
Subject: Re: anyone?
> I don't want to sound pushy or anything but does anyone have any
> suggestions on the new pic I sent in a few days ago? I mean I don't know
> what to do with the background...any ideas?
Actually I've got some ideas for that pic... I notice that the position
Chance is in is actually kinda awkward-looking... sorta like he's doing
push-ups on top of Jake (Oooh! Kinky! ... sorry...) Perhaps you might try
having Chance rest more of his chest on Jake, or letting him rest his arms a
bit more. Perhaps hugging Jake sorta? I just know that that part of the
pose to me kinda looks awkward.
And as for the background, there's several things to do... The cliche'
would to have it in a bedroom or something. You could have them laying on a
bed, and you could have parts of Jake sink into the bed... You could also
have them out in the open somplace resting on a soft surface of some sort...
grass, a blanket, whatever... Whatever the case, for a realistic look, you
should try to have a bit of the background interact with the ecene to make
things look intentional.
Hey I hope this helps ya some, and I hope ta see for from ya! ;)
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Message: 15
Date: Fri, 12 Nov 1999 01:42:10 -0800
From: Jerok Furlson
Subject: War Letters #02
Dear Rath,
Glad to hear from you, so are the kits.
Office, love? Since when did I get to stay in the office? Unless you
mean that van. And you have no idea how accurate Chasing Ann is, that
shekat's nose for news gets more accurate for the dangerous kind every
month. Fortunately our favorite flyboys - now you've got me calling
them that! - seem to have as much a crush on her as on the Deputy
Mayor. Keeps me safe in the process, but I worry for her almost as
much as you -- you've got more common sense as strange as that sounds.
Sandra's healthy and running circles around all of us again. She's
taken quite an interest in mechanics these days, or should I say A
Mechanic. Nice guy, gayer than paris in spring though, not to mention
30 something. I think he's bonded too, but I'm not that nosy yet. He
hasn't been encuraging her and that's good enough for me so far. She
is learning some useful skills too, saved us almost 300 on car repairs
so far. It helps.
Yes, Brandon passed math, got a B and an A in poetry. He asked me how
to get a girl to notice him yesterday. I'm not sure I kept the shock
off my face. Were you dating at 10? Can you believe we raised two
het kittens? So much for genetically inherited or environmental.
I need you home. Having our daughter dating was bad enough, I don't
think I can keep up with two of them, especially as they show every
sigh of being as adventurous as we are.
And I wasn't comparing you to the flyboys. Really. Though who else
would fight gods ... just kidding.
I don't know about finding out before you, but by the time you get
this, the action has likely started. Ann's keeping a special eye on
this one. A lot of her friends are covering it. Apparently you've
got one attached to your unit somehow, silver tabby tom, William
Sureclaw. She says trust him.
As for not renlisting. You Know my feelings on this. We WILL do fine
without the second paycheck for a while. Even the Enforcers are
better, at least you get to stay home most nights.
I've enclosed a packet Sandra says will keep you warm. Just kneed it
and lay on your chest at night. She says it'll be good for two months
of daily use. I remembered not to ask how she did it this time. She
is far too much like you sometimes, far too smart for anyone's good.
Love you and waiting impatiently,
Johnny
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credits, notes and stuff.
Series: War Letters (#2)
Title: Letter Away 1
Author: Jerok Furlson
Email: Razor@peak.org
Parings: Johnny/ Rath (M/M)
Rating: PG
Archive: Yes
Feedback: Much requested; from, 'loved it' to in depth crits are all
appreciated. I'm new at this, though I read a lot.
Other websites: http://www.gatekat.net/Jerok_Furlson/index.html
Summary: The reply to a letter home.
--
Jerok Furlson;
http://www.gatekat.net/Jerok_Furlson/index.html
I was your knight in shining armor
I was honor, I was rage
But I was nothing, 'til you showed me
My armor was a cage.
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Message: 16
Date: Fri, 12 Nov 1999 01:42:34 -0800
From: Jerok Furlson
Subject: Re: a story. Turnabout
Wolf/Mike Wielder wrote:
> >ROTFSHMAH
> ? what does this mean?
Rolling On The Floor So Hard My Ass Hurts.
> >Oh, Gods. You write the boys *so* warped. This is fun.
> Not yet I don't. I never got to Jake's closet, or Chance's, or
> Feral's. :) So much left to do. :)
Oh, yes you do. I look forward to it.
--
Jerok Furlson
http://www.gatekat.net/Jerok_Furlson/index.html
Life is eternal;
and death is only a horizon,
and a horizon is nothing
save the limit of our sight
- Rossiter Worthington Raymond
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Message: 17
Date: Fri, 12 Nov 1999 01:42:44 -0800
From: Jerok Furlson
Subject: Re: Swat Kat Pirates
Wolf/Mike Wielder wrote:
> Considering who this is, when are you NOT in a strange mood?
Mmm ... when I'm asleep?
--
Jerok Furlson
http://www.gatekat.net/Jerok_Furlson/index.html
I was your knight in shining armor
I was honor, I was rage
But I was nothing, 'til you showed me
My armor was a cage.
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Message: 18
Date: Fri, 12 Nov 1999 01:42:59 -0800
From: Jerok Furlson
Subject: Re: War Letters #01
Wolf/Mike Wielder wrote:
> It was very good.
Thank you.
> And very touching especially with veterans day.
So that's why the poem showed up. I guess it's rather appropriate
then.
> This was incredible and I'd like more.
Already posted.
--
Jerok Furlson, Listdad to GayFur_Crit
http://www.gatekat.net/Jerok_Furlson/index.html
Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.
Arthur C. Clark
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Subject: [SWATKats_Adult] Digest Number 110
Date: 13 Nov 1999 11:35:11 -0000
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There are 14 messages in this issue.
Topics in today's digest:
1. War Letters #03
From: Jerok Furlson
2. Re:Re: anyone?
From: Shade Jaguar
3. Re: pic
From: Shade Jaguar
4. pic
From: Shade Jaguar
5. Story Challange
From: "Shade J."
6. Re: anyone?
From: Okama Nometoad
7. Re: Lickin Good (Jack&Chance Pic) M/M
From: "Knuckles"
8. Re: Lickin Good (Jack&Chance Pic) M/M
From: "Knuckles"
9. Re: Story Challange
From: "Knuckles"
10. War Letters #04
From: Jerok Furlson
11. Re: War Letters #02
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
12. Re: pic
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
13. Re: Story Challange
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
14. Re: Story Challange
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
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Message: 1
Date: Fri, 12 Nov 1999 03:11:49 -0800
From: Jerok Furlson
Subject: War Letters #03
Dear Johnny,
This has to be quick, we're moving again to someother godforsaken
sandpit to the north.
I'm glad to hear everyone's doing better, and tell Sandra that her
heatpad works wonderfully. If she can make up a few more they'd be a
real moral booster, knowing Somebody cares enough to send us useful
things. God knows the government isn't.
I don't know what part of the war started, but it's not here. It's
deader than a iceberg in the tropics. and I second Ann's motion
to trust Sureclaw, he's a good kat. Known him since I got here. He's
seen more wars than I have, or want to.
Yes I was trying to date at 10, though it wasn't girls. But you made
me promise not to go into all that. Do I want to know how she met a
30 something mechanic well enough to want to date him? As for girls,
it's not like you dated boys early on. As long as they're happy,
though gay would be nice.
Could you do some job hunting for me? Something with enough
adrenaline involved to keep me from going stircrazy. And I'd rather
avoid the Enforces if possible, Feral gives me the creeps.
Give my love to the kits and always in my heart,
Rath
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credits, notes and stuff.
Series: War Letters (#3)
Title: Letter Home 2
Author: Jerok Furlson
Email: Razor@peak.org
Parings: Johnny/ Rath (M/M)
Rating: PG
Archive: Yes
Feedback: Much requested; from, 'loved it' to in depth crits are all
appreciated. I'm new at this, though I read a lot.
Summary: Letter from the warzone home #2.
--
Jerok Furlson;
http://www.gatekat.net/Jerok_Furlson/index.html
I was your knight in shining armor
I was honor, I was rage
But I was nothing, 'til you showed me
My armor was a cage.
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Message: 2
Date: Fri, 12 Nov 1999 07:35:18 -0500
From: Shade Jaguar
Subject: Re:Re: anyone?
Okama Nometoad wrote:
>
> Actually I've got some ideas for that pic... I notice that the position
> Chance is in is actually kinda awkward-looking... sorta like he's doing
> push-ups on top of Jake (Oooh! Kinky! ... sorry...) Perhaps you might
try
> having Chance rest more of his chest on Jake, or letting him rest his arms
a
> bit more. Perhaps hugging Jake sorta? I just know that that part of the
> pose to me kinda looks awkward.
>
> And as for the background, there's several things to do... The cliche'
> would to have it in a bedroom or something. You could have them laying on
a
> bed, and you could have parts of Jake sink into the bed... You could also
> have them out in the open somplace resting on a soft surface of some
sort...
> grass, a blanket, whatever... Whatever the case, for a realistic look,
you
> should try to have a bit of the background interact with the ecene to make
> things look intentional.
>
> Hey I hope this helps ya some, and I hope ta see for from ya! ;)
>
Shade here,
Ok, nice suggestions for the background and as for Chance's position
it's kind supposed to be that way. I know it's weird but it's like he's
supposed to be holding himself up above Jake, like he's just crawling
atop him. I have to admit it looks weird so I'll try to work on it but I
can't guarantee much of a change. I will work on the background though.
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Message: 3
Date: Fri, 12 Nov 1999 07:40:48 -0500
From: Shade Jaguar
Subject: Re: pic
Wolf/Mike Wielder wrote:
>
> From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
>
> >Shade here
> >
> >Rauhnee, I made the changes that you suggested, what do you think?
>
> I have some suggestions. They don't seem as if they are laying down
> so much as standing and the pic is turned wrong. Jake's back
> should follow a flowing contour similar to how it looks on a
> matress when someone sl;eeps. Try looking at someone else. See
> how parts of the person disappear into the matress and others don't
> creating an unnatural shape, that is more believable.
>
> Also, adjust the cap brim on Jake to look as if it is being flattened.
> And a shadow and some fabric texture to the bed/whatever. If they
> are on a hard surface, then what you have is good, but some texture
> will help the image. Woodgrain or shine of metal, Maybe the Turbo
> Kat's wing?
>
> That should help some.
> Wielder
>
Shade here,
Ok, thanks. I'll see what I can do...I really want to get this image to
look good no matter how many times I have to redraw it! Actually, this
is my third time for that but it looks like it's going to take more.
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Message: 4
Date: Fri, 12 Nov 1999 08:14:08 -0500
From: Shade Jaguar
Subject: pic
Ok, I made some changes and put in a background. What do you think now?
(Not to be pushy but I need this reply asap, I'm kind of in a time
crunch and I really want to get this done, but done correctly.)
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Message: 5
Date: Fri, 12 Nov 1999 12:00:48 -0500
From: "Shade J."
Subject: Story Challange
Hello, its me again. I just got this great idea and thought I would put
it out as a challenge. The idea is this: Chance and Jake are just
married and out on their honeymoon but during their travels they get
lost and have to spend the night in a haunted house! What happens next?
Any takers?
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Message: 6
Date: Fri, 12 Nov 1999 14:59:03 -0800
From: Okama Nometoad
Subject: Re: anyone?
Okamatonosamagaeru here! (Yes, I don't know anything about the Japanese
language!)
> Shade here,
>
> Ok, nice suggestions for the background and as for Chance's position
> it's kind supposed to be that way. I know it's weird but it's like he's
> supposed to be holding himself up above Jake, like he's just crawling
> atop him. I have to admit it looks weird so I'll try to work on it but I
> can't guarantee much of a change. I will work on the background though.
Sure thing! I make it a point to try ta blend things together to give an
air of
realism to my stuff... Oh well..
And as for the position, I get that then... Perhaps trying to move his leg
or
something... like giving it a bit of a bend or something might help also?
*shrugs* And as for your new pic, it looks like you've got a good start on
the
background as well... Perhaps trying to better define what's going on back
there
might help ya?
--
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Message: 7
Date: Fri, 12 Nov 1999 20:55:43 -0500
From: "Knuckles"
Subject: Re: Lickin Good (Jack&Chance Pic) M/M
Thank you for the comment. I really appreciate it.
Knuckles
> From: Jerok Furlson
>
>
> You're getting better. The characters look much less stiff than
> before. That and I'm more partial to the subject matter.
>
> --
> Jerok Furlson;
> I was your knight in shining armor
> I was honor, I was rage
> But I was nothing, 'til you showed me
> My armor was a cage.
> *****************************************************************
>
> > FAQ/ Rules:
> http://www.gatekat.net/SWATKats/Annels/Nexus.htm
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Message: 8
Date: Fri, 12 Nov 1999 21:00:46 -0500
From: "Knuckles"
Subject: Re: Lickin Good (Jack&Chance Pic) M/M
I'm glad you like it!
Knuckles
> From: Rauhnee Ranshanka
>
> > Rauhnee wrote:
>
> Oh, yummm.
>
> cute place to hide your sig too.
>
> --
> Rauhnee Ranshanka; http://www.gatekat.net/index.html
> *****************************************************************
>
> > FAQ/ Rules:
> http://www.gatekat.net/SWATKats/Annels/Nexus.htm
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Message: 9
Date: Fri, 12 Nov 1999 21:18:04 -0500
From: "Knuckles"
Subject: Re: Story Challange
Sound like a good Idea. I would love to do this but my writing abilities
stink. (sign)
ah well maybe I can sketch something from this.
Knuckles
Shade J wrote:
>
> Hello, its me again. I just got this great idea and thought I would put
> it out as a challenge. The idea is this: Chance and Jake are just
> married and out on their honeymoon but during their travels they get
> lost and have to spend the night in a haunted house! What happens next?
> Any takers?
>
> > FAQ/ Rules:
> http://www.gatekat.net/SWATKats/Annels/Nexus.htm
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Message: 10
Date: Fri, 12 Nov 1999 18:52:47 -0800
From: Jerok Furlson
Subject: War Letters #04
Hi Daddy,
I've included as many of the heating pads as I could make. Jake even
helped improved the formula a little. He's teaching me how machines
work and stuff, and even gave me a part time job at his shop. I love
you a lot. Hurry home safe.
Love and hugs,
Sandra
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pg 2
Dear Rath,
If you couldn't guess love, Jake is her desired boyfriend. I had a
not so little chat with him when he offered her a part time job at the
autoshop he runs with Chance, who I have yet to meet. He really seems
to be a decent kat, if it wasn't for the age difference I think I'd
like him for an in-law.
He's about as gay as you are, been bonded for eight years, and finds
this whole crush business rather amusing. But he really likes Sandra,
and thinks she's special -- something about her intelligence and
creativity I don't really understand, but he thinks is really
important. It kind of sounded like what you say, really. I get the
feeling he's not telling the entire truth about his business, but not
that he's laying about his interest in our baby.
Now I really wonder where you are, the ground war started three hours
after I mailed the last letter, and was over 125 hours after that.
You wrote after it was almost finished. At least the mail turnarounds
a lot faster, but you're worrying me. You're command's being far to
closemouthed, though a Lieutenant nearly choaked when I threatened to
stick Ann on them. I haven't told the kits yet.
I hope you are well.
Love you,
Johnny
PS in the bottom of the envelope are a half dozen orange fruticas.
I'd send more, but this was all I could find.
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credits, notes and stuff.
Series: War Letters (#4)
Title: Letter Away 2
Author: Jerok Furlson
Email: Razor@peak.org
Feedback: Much requested; from, 'loved it' to in depth crits are all
appreciated.
--
Jerok Furlson;
http://www.gatekat.net/Jerok_Furlson/index.html
I was your knight in shining armor
I was honor, I was rage
But I was nothing, 'til you showed me
My armor was a cage.
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Message: 11
Date: Fri, 12 Nov 1999 22:54:31 PST
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
Subject: Re: War Letters #02
This is an incredible story. Slice of life doesn't cover it, and it
has real feelings and emotions that are easy to conect with. This
is lovely.
Wielder
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Message: 12
Date: Fri, 12 Nov 1999 23:09:59 PST
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
Subject: Re: pic
>Ok, I made some changes and put in a background. What do you think now?
>(Not to be pushy but I need this reply asap, I'm kind of in a time
>crunch and I really want to get this done, but done correctly.)
Ok, This helps a lot. Next thing to work on would be Chance's
anatomy. At the moment, Chance and Jake both only have one arm.
In Jake's case that can work. In Chance's case, it's not really
possible, OK it is, but it'd be uncomfortable after a few seconds.
I recomend drawing a second arm. On Chance's Right side, attach a
arm that goes straight down from the shoulder to the elbow. The
elbow should disappear from view behind Jake's body. Then extend the
arm out horizontally to ballance the figure. Some of the arm might
be visible. This would look as if he's resting his wieght on his
elbow instead of Jake.
Hope this helps some more.
Wielder
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Message: 13
Date: Fri, 12 Nov 1999 23:11:19 PST
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
Subject: Re: Story Challange
>Hello, its me again. I just got this great idea and thought I would put
>it out as a challenge. The idea is this: Chance and Jake are just
>married and out on their honeymoon but during their travels they get
>lost and have to spend the night in a haunted house! What happens next?
>Any takers?
Only about 30 or so. :) You forget who this is or something? :)
Wielder
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Message: 14
Date: Fri, 12 Nov 1999 23:16:14 PST
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
Subject: Re: Story Challange
>Sound like a good Idea. I would love to do this but my writing abilities
>stink. (sign)
>ah well maybe I can sketch something from this.
>
>Knuckles
I have TONS of ideas about this now so if you want some, write me
privately and I'll share. I'd draw them, but I won't have time.
I can give you more ideas than you can draw so let me know.
Wielder
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Subject: [SWATKats_Adult] Digest Number 111
Date: 14 Nov 1999 11:12:03 -0000
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There are 6 messages in this issue.
Topics in today's digest:
1. Re: pic
From: Shade Jaguar
2. pic
From: Shade Jaguar
3. Re: pic
From: Rauhnee Ranshanka
4. Re: pic
From: Shade Jaguar
5. pic change
From: Shade Jaguar
6. oops
From: Shade Jaguar
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Message: 1
Date: Sat, 13 Nov 1999 11:42:55 -0500
From: Shade Jaguar
Subject: Re: pic
Shade here,
Ok, thanks. I'll see what I can do with this.
> Ok, This helps a lot. Next thing to work on would be Chance's
> anatomy. At the moment, Chance and Jake both only have one arm.
>
> In Jake's case that can work. In Chance's case, it's not really
> possible, OK it is, but it'd be uncomfortable after a few seconds.
>
> I recomend drawing a second arm. On Chance's Right side, attach a
> arm that goes straight down from the shoulder to the elbow. The
> elbow should disappear from view behind Jake's body. Then extend the
> arm out horizontally to ballance the figure. Some of the arm might
> be visible. This would look as if he's resting his wieght on his
> elbow instead of Jake.
>
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Message: 2
Date: Sat, 13 Nov 1999 14:27:28 -0500
From: Shade Jaguar
Subject: pic
Ok, one more time, here's the latest version of the pic you have all
been helping me with.
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Message: 3
Date: Sat, 13 Nov 1999 16:53:55 -0800
From: Rauhnee Ranshanka
Subject: Re: pic
Shade Jaguar wrote:
> Ok, one more time, here's the latest version of the pic you have all been
helping me with.
I know we don't know for sure what he looks like, but having Chance's
stripes go only part way down his back looks ... odd.
It still looks like it's at a very strange angle, I've attached a
compressed from hell copy to show what I mean. To duplicate what I
did angle wise, take it into your favorite graphics program and rotate
it 5 degrees to the right.
It's easier to fix by rotating the paper slightly when scanning it
in. You don't get the discoloration on the edges (of course, I didn't
try to correct that either, which I can).
The legs on the bench seem to be missing.
Chance's stripes are more typically two above his elbow and on on/
just below it.
If he has stripes on arms and back, odds are good that he has them on
his legs to.
It's looking a lot better, and playing find the missing item is kind
of fun.
--
Rauhnee Ranshanka; http://www.gatekat.net/index.html
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Message: 4
Date: Sat, 13 Nov 1999 23:27:56 -0500
From: Shade Jaguar
Subject: Re: pic
Rauhnee Ranshanka wrote:
> I know we don't know for sure what he looks like, but having Chance's
> stripes go only part way down his back looks ... odd.
>
> It still looks like it's at a very strange angle, I've attached a
> compressed from hell copy to show what I mean. To duplicate what I
> did angle wise, take it into your favorite graphics program and rotate
> it 5 degrees to the right.
>
> It's easier to fix by rotating the paper slightly when scanning it
> in. You don't get the discoloration on the edges (of course, I didn't
> try to correct that either, which I can).
>
> The legs on the bench seem to be missing.
>
> Chance's stripes are more typically two above his elbow and on on/
> just below it.
>
> If he has stripes on arms and back, odds are good that he has them on
> his legs to.
>
> It's looking a lot better, and playing find the missing item is kind
> of fun.
>
Shade here,
Ok, I'll make the changes then send in the fixed version, I hope I get
it right this time.
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Message: 5
Date: Sat, 13 Nov 1999 23:51:29 -0500
From: Shade Jaguar
Subject: pic change
Shade here,
Ok Rauhnee, I made the changes you suggested. Does it look better now?
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Message: 6
Date: Sat, 13 Nov 1999 23:57:01 -0500
From: Shade Jaguar
Subject: oops
Shade here,
Rauhnee, I did forget one thing, the legs on the bench. I'll fix that
though.
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Subject: [SWATKats_Adult] Digest Number 112
Date: 15 Nov 1999 11:15:26 -0000
From: SWATKats_Adult@onelist.com
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There are 2 messages in this issue.
Topics in today's digest:
1. Re: pic
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
2. Re: pic
From: "Shade J."
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Message: 1
Date: Sun, 14 Nov 1999 09:36:01 PST
From: "Wolf/Mike Wielder"
Subject: Re: pic
>Ok, one more time, here's the latest version of the pic you have all
>been helping me with.
Yes, much better. See the difference? At this point the only real
suggestions I have left are refine your anatomy, (This would take
experience that only comes from drawing over and over again.) and
one other possible suggestion. To make the image a bit more
intimate, try placing Chance's hand under Jake's head and propping
it up a bit, this could make it a bit more personal, but this is
meerly a suggestion. One small detail is the cap's brim on Jake. It
seems defiant of the table by sticking straight out as it is.
Try curving it away from Jake a bi as if it is being pushed by the
table. Also add a shadow beneath the lovers, this will kill the
look of them floating.
After that, refine the grain on the table and benches, and possibly
the fabric as well. If you ink this and color it, then some color
blending will take care of this on the cloth. After that a majority
of the problems will be resolved in the color stage.
My next suggestion would be this. After this last round of changes,
give it up. This drawing anyway. Often when an artist becomes too
focused on perfecting one image, they don't grow, and I'm seeing
some real growth with you. So pick a new pic and give it a try.
Then you can pick up some new skills from that one. And always
choose something that can challenge you. Don't do something just
becuase it's easy. (Unless you are burnt out and need a break.)
I hope this helps.
Wielder
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Message: 2
Date: Sun, 14 Nov 1999 12:56:00 -0500
From: "Shade J."
Subject: Re: pic
Wolf/Mike Wielder wrote:
>
>
> Yes, much better. See the difference? At this point the only real
> suggestions I have left are refine your anatomy, (This would take
> experience that only comes from drawing over and over again.) and
> one other possible suggestion. To make the image a bit more
> intimate, try placing Chance's hand under Jake's head and propping
> it up a bit, this could make it a bit more personal, but this is
> meerly a suggestion. One small detail is the cap's brim on Jake. It
> seems defiant of the table by sticking straight out as it is.
> Try curving it away from Jake a bi as if it is being pushed by the
> table. Also add a shadow beneath the lovers, this will kill the
> look of them floating.
>
> After that, refine the grain on the table and benches, and possibly
> the fabric as well. If you ink this and color it, then some color
> blending will take care of this on the cloth. After that a majority
> of the problems will be resolved in the color stage.
>
> My next suggestion would be this. After this last round of changes,
> give it up. This drawing anyway. Often when an artist becomes too
> focused on perfecting one image, they don't grow, and I'm seeing
> some real growth with you. So pick a new pic and give it a try.
>
> Then you can pick up some new skills from that one. And always
> choose something that can challenge you. Don't do something just
> becuase it's easy. (Unless you are burnt out and need a break.)
>
> I hope this helps.
> Wielder
>
Shade here,
Ok, thanks Wielder. I'll finnish this up then just leave it. Besides,
I'm already working on another pic.
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Subject: [SWATKats_Adult] Digest Number 113
Date: 16 Nov 1999 11:34:55 -0000
From: SWATKats_Adult@onelist.com
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There is 1 message in this issue.
Topics in today's digest:
1. It's done!
From: Shade Jaguar
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Message: 1
Date: Mon, 15 Nov 1999 12:59:52 -0500
From: Shade Jaguar
Subject: It's done!
Hi, it's me again.
I finally got this thing inked and fixed up so here it is, the final
piece. Thanks to all those who helped me out. Also, this is open for
coloring if anyone wants to take the challenge.
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Subject: [SWATKats_Adult] Digest Number 114
Date: 17 Nov 1999 11:23:02 -0000
From: SWATKats_Adult@onelist.com
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There are 2 messages in this issue.
Topics in today's digest:
1. Re: War Letters #02
From: Jerok Furlson
2. Re: It's done!
From: Jerok Furlson
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Message: 1
Date: Tue, 16 Nov 1999 16:32:38 -0800
From: Jerok Furlson
Subject: Re: War Letters #02
Wolf/Mike Wielder wrote:
> This is an incredible story.
Thanks.
> it has real feelings and emotions that are easy to conect with.
I'm glad that worked, it was a bit on the emotional side writing it.
--
Jerok Furlson
http://www.gatekat.net/Jerok_Furlson/index.html
I was your knight in shining armor
I was honor, I was rage
But I was nothing, 'til you showed me
My armor was a cage.
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Message: 2
Date: Tue, 16 Nov 1999 16:33:04 -0800
From: Jerok Furlson
Subject: Re: It's done!
Shade Jaguar wrote:
> I finally got this thing inked and fixed up so here it is, the final
piece.
It look good, much better than the first draft. I think your skills
are improving quite a bit too.
> Also, this is open for coloring if anyone wants to take the challenge.
Working on it now.
--
Jerok Furlson
http://www.gatekat.net/Jerok_Furlson/index.html
I was your knight in shining armor
I was honor, I was rage
But I was nothing, 'til you showed me
My armor was a cage.
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Subject: [SWATKats_Adult] Digest Number 115
Date: 18 Nov 1999 12:12:46 -0000
From: SWATKats_Adult@onelist.com
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There is 1 message in this issue.
Topics in today's digest:
1. Scared Stiff Pic
From: "Knuckles"
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Message: 1
Date: Thu, 18 Nov 1999 01:27:37 -0500
From: "Knuckles"
Subject: Scared Stiff Pic
Hi again! Here one of my drawing I have done of Jack & Chance in a haunted
house. The idea is from Shade. This Pic was from a scene from a movie I saw.
Right know I'm doing several pic that Wielder has suggested. Those would
probably be finish at the beginning of next week. Enjoy!
Knuckles
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Subject: [SWATKats_Adult] Digest Number 116
Date: 19 Nov 1999 11:16:01 -0000
From: SWATKats_Adult@onelist.com
To: SWATKats_Adult@onelist.com
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There are 2 messages in this issue.
Topics in today's digest:
1. Re: Scared Stiff Pic
From: Shade Jaguar
2. MSKAC
From: "MSKAC Announcements"
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Message: 1
Date: Thu, 18 Nov 1999 15:40:15 -0500
From: Shade Jaguar
Subject: Re: Scared Stiff Pic
> Knuckles wrote:
>
> Hi again! Here one of my drawing I have done of Jack & Chance in a
> haunted house. The idea is from Shade. This Pic was from a scene from
> a movie I saw. Right know I'm doing several pic that Wielder has
> suggested. Those would probably be finish at the beginning of next
> week. Enjoy!
>
Shade here,
Interesting, I like how that turned out. What was the movie that the
scene came from?
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Message: 2
Date: Thu, 18 Nov 1999 14:14:08 PST
From: "MSKAC Announcements"
Subject: MSKAC
[For the artists who already got an e-mail from the MSKAC today, this is
almost the same message. Sorry that you got it twice.]
-----
Hola group. If you're not interested in the MSKAC, you may go ahead and
delete this message now.
For those of you still with us...
The MSKAC is going to *try* (and I do mean *TRY*) to update for
September-October-November's MSKAC. This means that if you have the time in
the next few days to send us a submission, then please do so as we're short
this month (the reason we haven't updated before this).
However, those who have already sent us something... please hang on. It
seems Hotmail has taken it upon themselves to delete most of the entries we
already did recieve. We still have Crow's and Whyte-Kat's, but everyone
elses' was deleted. If you would, please re-send them.
Should we not recieve enough submissions (a total of at least four! Which
means two more either re-sent or sent for the first time), this topic will
be abandoned and Strike and I (Klawz) will put the submissions we have into
the "Late Entries" folder with a note saying that not enough people
participated in it. Then we will create a Holiday-themed topic for you to
work on.
It's up to you guys to save this topic. Or not to.
~Klawz
MSKAC Staff
mskac@hotmail.com
http://www.fortunecity.com/westwood/dolce/164
PS: Just a reminder. We do _NOT_ want you to send us the file. We want you
to send us the URL (http://...) of where we can find this image on the web.
If you do not have webspace, remember that Strike is HAPPY to donate hers.
Keep this in mind every time you send us something. Thanks.
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Subject: [SWATKats_Adult] Digest Number 117
Date: 23 Nov 1999 11:15:39 -0000
From: SWATKats_Adult@onelist.com
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There are 3 messages in this issue.
Topics in today's digest:
1. Picnic Bench Colored
From: Jerok Furlson
2. FIC: War's Survivors #01
From: Jerok Furlson
3. Re: Scared Stiff Pic
From: Jerok Furlson
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Message: 1
Date: Mon, 22 Nov 1999 20:34:57 -0800
From: Jerok Furlson
Subject: Picnic Bench Colored
Hi Shade,
Hope you like the coloring job. I know I used a couple odd sources,
but I got tired of solid colors.
Do you mind if I put it up on my homepage as well? Credit to you for
drawing it of course.
--
Jerok Furlson
http://www.gatekat.net/Jerok_Furlson/index.html
I was your knight in shining armor
I was honor, I was rage
But I was nothing, 'til you showed me
My armor was a cage.
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Message: 2
Date: Mon, 22 Nov 1999 20:37:10 -0800
From: Jerok Furlson
Subject: FIC: War's Survivors #01
Title: Calling Requests
Series: War's Survivors (#1) (this series follows War Letters, which
numbered 4 stories total)
Feedback: Much requested; from, 'loved it' to in depth crits are all
appreciated.
Summary: The war is over, the heroes come home and try to piece their
lives back together.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
"You got anywhere to go?" William lay his paw lightly on Rath's bicep
after they dropped their gear off to be loaded on the plane to Megakat
City.
"I have a mate," Rath leaned into the warm hand a little. "He did
four years."
"That's not what I mean and you know it." William squeezed the arm
he gripped. "Do you have anywhere to *go*? To detox. I know your
Johnny never saw a KCamp. And your kits really shouldn't see this."
"I know." Rath shifted to meet William's gray eyes. "You have
somewhere?"
"Jake, the local Jurn I was telling you about, he's got a place here.
It's where I'm going, and you'll be welcome, you know that."
"That ... would be a mercy."
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
"Jake and Chance's Authoshop, Jake speaking." He answered the phone
shortly after opening with an eye on the road for his young protégé.
"Greetings Jurn. It's Silverclaw." His silky voice was shaking a
little.
"Greetings Jurn." Jake leaned against the wall for a little support
he suspected he'd need. "What brings you to town?"
"End of a war, lot of bullshit, a friend, and needed a major break
with somekat who had a clue. Will you pick us up at MKI, eighteen
hundred, gate 39? Military timing."
Jake quickly scribbled the information down on the pad that always
hung by the phone, though he didn't need to. "I'll be there, and
Camp'll be ready."
"Thanks, love."
"Always for kinkat." Jake let the line go dead, tapped the cradle and
dialed the Megakat City Central District Attorney's office. "Varis
Silvertail please, Jake Clawson calling."
"One moment sir." The professionally friendly shekat on the other end
stated as sleep-inducing music drifted over the line.
The music clicked off, replaced by his bondmate of eight years.
"Morning love, what's up?"
"An old friend of mine's coming into town for a while and needs detox
time with me." Jake took a breath, "I'm sorry, I'm not going to make
dinner or bed tonight, or probably for the rest of the week."
"You're 'friend' isn't trying to kill you or anything?" Varis sounded
instantly more intense.
"No, no," Jake shook his head even with no one to see it. "It's
nothing like that. He really *is* an old friend, coming back from
that mess in Baevertyn. A kat a knew back in my wondering days."
"Take whatever time you need, and whatever you both need. But I want
to meet this guy before he leaves, deal? Pizza, sushi and beer."
"Deal, Var." Jake smiled to himself. "You're almost too good to me."
"Just remember this next time I get caught up in a trial of one of the
psychos you catch," Varis chuckled softly as Jake saw Sandra ride up
on her bicycle. "Understanding comes with the territory."
"Thanks Var," Jake purred. "I've got a lot to do in the next few
hours."
"Okay, love. Talk later."
"Talk later, love." Jake sighed, dropped the phone on it's cradle
and turned to greet the girl that he hoped would grown into a Jurn,
and his successor.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
"Halt." A lanky brown and cream piebald tomkat in pressed camies
demanded crisply as Jake approached Gate 39 early that evening.
"Name."
"Jake Clawson."
"Who are you here for?" The Lance Corporal requested as he scanned a
small booklet.
"William Sureclaw and his friend."
"Security clearance?"
"Enough to give you a headache." Jake finally leaned against the
pedestal desk and gave his best predatory 'yes I *do* outrank you'
smile.
The young tom looked up, blinked and waved him into the small, well
guarded and otherwise empty room, "you're cleared."
"Thanks," Jake did a quick visual sweep, counting guards, weapons,
distances and windows as he waited for the small jet to finish taxiing
in. He noted with some amusement that they seemed to have as much
trouble little Sandra did at first, reconciling his shoulderblande
length black and cinnamon ponytail and perfect At Ease stance.
Nothing like multiple careers to confuse people looking for simple
answers. And nothing like staring to dye your hair and grow it out to
confuse your partner, either. Jake had to smile at the memory of
Chance's expression when he'd come downstairs with the two thick
stripes of black running from the base of each ear to the end of his
then collar length hair. But what it did to Varis ...
"Jake!" the rather frazzled voice of William Sureclaw pulled him out
of his reverie.
"Welcome to Megakat City," Jake managed the half bow of the welcome
before William needed help supporting the heavily built dark brown and
black sealpoint tomkat with him, and himself. "Who's our friend?"
William tugged them towards the pile of bags at the far end of the
room before answering. "Rath Cazar, Jake Clawson."
The two toms blinked almost in unison and started at each other hard
for a long moment. "Marico, 83?" was asked in near-unison, earning a
chuckle from both.
"You've changed, a lot." Rath regarded Jake evenly as William pulled
the last of their bags out.
"You know each other?" William interrupted and started handing out
luggage, giving Rath the lightest load.
Jake smiled and waited until they were fairly alone in the parking lot
before answering. "We met, mated, played, and went on our way."
"Hell of a three months though," Rath sighed happily at the memories.
"That it was," Jake couldn't stop the fond smile from surfacing as
William worked his magic with storing the luggage. "That it was."
"Tell me, are you the same Jake who's taken such an interest in my
daughter, Sandra?" Rath settled in for the three hour drive.
Jake chuckled from the driver's seat. "She took an interest in me
first, but that girl's got too potential to ignore. I still don't
believe I didn't make the connection between Daddy Rath and you. It's
not exactly a common name."
"Well, I can't believe we lived in the same town for years and didn't
find each other."
Jake sobered quickly, "I haven't been active since I joined the
Enforces, settled down."
"I didn't think you could leave ..." Rath trailed off, watching Jake
carefully.
"I stopped intentionally wondering, not fighting or building." He
shrugged. "I stay put for the same reason you did and why Wil is
here, this city is calling us to defend her. And she is more in need
than the others."
"You really believe in that?" William prompted from the back seat.
"And you do too, or you wouldn't claim me as Kin." Jake managed to
glance back between traffic lights. "This one really rattled you."
William looked down, "yah, it has. I'm thinking of staying, maybe
hooking up with one of the local stations." He shook his head, "I
just can't do this any more. Can we chill on this until we get
there?"
"Sure thing, love."
--
End: Calling Requests ... 1/1
by Jerok Furlson
Razor@peak.org
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Message: 3
Date: Mon, 22 Nov 1999 20:38:43 -0800
From: Jerok Furlson
Subject: Re: Scared Stiff Pic
> Knuckles wrote:
> Here one of my drawing I have done of Jack & Chance in a haunted house.
Cute.
I love the demon above the bed.
> Right know I'm doing several pic that Wielder has suggested.
Looking forward to them.
--
Jerok Furlson
http://www.gatekat.net/Jerok_Furlson/index.html
I was your knight in shining armor
I was honor, I was rage
But I was nothing, 'til you showed me
My armor was a cage.
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Subject: [SWATKats_Adult] Digest Number 118
Date: 24 Nov 1999 11:01:00 -0000
From: SWATKats_Adult@onelist.com
To: SWATKats_Adult@onelist.com
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There are 2 messages in this issue.
Topics in today's digest:
1. Re: Picnic Bench Colored
From: Shade Jaguar
2. Re: FIC: War's Survivors #01
From: "Melanie Edwards"
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Message: 1
Date: Tue, 23 Nov 1999 14:45:58 -0500
From: Shade Jaguar