Subject: [SWATKats_FanFic] Digest Number 74 Date: 15 Oct 2000 09:42:56 -0000 From: SWATKats_FanFic@egroups.com To: SWATKats_FanFic@egroups.com -------------------------- eGroups Sponsor -------------------------~-~> Restaurants, Movies, Weather, Traffic & More! Access Tellme from any phone. For more info visit: http://click.egroups.com/1/9534/12/_/450812/_/971602978/ ---------------------------------------------------------------------_-> FAQ/ Rules: http://www.swatkats.net/~nexis/index.html MKC BlackNet: http://www.swatkats.org ------------------------------------------------------------------------ There are 3 messages in this issue. Topics in this digest: 1. FIC: Risk and Reward From: Rauhnee Ranshanka 2. (NEW).(Rendezvous).(0/1).(G) From: "Kristen Sharpe" 3. (NEW).(Rendezvous).(0/0).(G) From: "Kristen Sharpe" ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 1 Date: Sat, 14 Oct 2000 16:08:50 -0700 From: Rauhnee Ranshanka Subject: FIC: Risk and Reward Title: Risk and Reward Date: October 11, 2000 Author: Rauhnee Ranshanka Email: GateKat@SWATKats.net Fandom: SWAT Kats Parings: Jake Clawson/ Chance Furlong Rating: NC-17 Codes: Slash (M/M), First Times, AU Status: New. Finished. Spoilers: None, pre-show. Summary: At the risk of a lifelong friendship, Jake Clawson makes a choice in high school in hope of fulfilling a dream. Disclaimers: Not mine, but TPTB weren't letting them play. Notes: For Proxima's SKA Story Challenge: Jake and Chance are teenagers going to high school together. They've been best friends for years but nothing else has come of it relationship-wise. Jake finally builds up the courage to ask Chance out and he says yes. Jake spends the next couple of days going crazy making sure that their first date will go perfectly. Do Jake's plans fall apart? Does it turn out to be a beautifully romantic evening? Does anything happen after the date ;)? It's all up to you. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Jake Clawson shivered despite the hot water of his morning shower as he stroked himself, kneeling with lean legs spread wide on the warm fiberglass. Water and steam wrapped around him, adding random pinpricks and flowing trickles of liquid through his fur to the steady pressure of his hand. His mind familiar enough with this fantasy to easily supply the required modifications to his senses. He worked himself hard, knowing he didn't have much time to indulge himself this morning. From innocent touches of friendship and comfort he imaged his hands as the tabby lover he hadn't dared approach yet. Fingers far bigger than his own stroked him; strong, fast motions along the length of nearly bare flesh; slower, teasing claws through the fur of his chest and legs. He made no attempt to forestall his building climax and clenched his teeth to smother the groaning roar rumbling up from his balls. It didn't matter that there was no one in the apartment to hear him; it didn't feel right to give voice to his pleasure like that. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Chance Furlong settled into his desk in first period on Monday with a slightly concerned glance for the one next to him. His best friend almost always beat him to class. Of course, the lean tom actually _liked_ school, which was a good deal more than the tabby could say for himself. This, and the collage courses to follow, were just a necessary evil to become an Enforcer pilot. Chance was just grateful he was smart enough to coast through most of them, especially these early morning ones. "Hi, buddy." The tabby turned his head as his ear was swatted, but grinned at the shorter cinnamon tom anyway. "Hi, yourself. Where you been?" "Uuuh ..." Jake's mind desperately searched for an acceptable answer for the heavily muscled tom still showing the marks of more growth to come. "Found a girlfriend?" Chance snickered as his friend blushed beneath reddish fur and took his seat under the curious gaze of the dozen-odd Kats already in the room. "Or would that be a boyfriend?" Jake stopped breathing and flushed brighter before he looked away, pretending to deal with getting the history books out of his backpack. "Nno. Just, didn't feel like moving very fast this morning." "You okay?" "Yyah." The lean tom shivered at the concern in his friend's voice. "Just not one of my ... better mornings. Are you still coming over Saturday?" "Of course." The tabby blinked in absolute confusion. "I'd never miss your birthday." "Would you ..." Jake voice dropped to a uncertain whisper. "Urr, well, like to come over dinner or something, tonight?" "You bet." He smiled with real enthusiasm at the thought of the other tom's cooking. The morning bell rang before he could ask why Jake was so nervous that his company and food wouldn't be wanted. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ They didn't get another opportunity to talk until Chance caught up with his friend in the parking lot after school. "Hay Jake!" He called over the rumble of cinnamon tom's motorcycle starting up. Jake glanced over and let the motor lower to an idle as he pulled the helmet off, nervousness apparent in every line of his not quite grown body as he waited for what the tabby wanted. "Where you rushing off too?" He almost panted after running across the entire campus with his backpack and helmet. "Just home." "Mind if I hang out ... while you cook?" He hesitated as something he couldn't identify flickered in amber eyes as they settled on his black helmet with gold lightning bolts between the ear-holes. "Umm, sure." Jake shifted forward a little so the bigger Kat could sit behind him and tried desperately not to groan as strong, muscular arms wrapped around him, so close to the embrace he dreamed of as he fell asleep it hurt. "You okay?" Chance's truly concerned whisper was in his ear. "Ye .. yes." He breathed unsteadily and pulled out at high speed before another question could be asked, or he did something extremely stupid in front of half the student body. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ As they nearly flew through busy streets to Jake's apartment, Chance's mind rolled over what he knew, what he'd heard, and what he was smelling now in his friend's scent; traces growing arousal and fear not even the fast wind could sweep away completely. It all added up to a single answer; his kittenhood best friend had a thing for him, and he wasn't likely to make the first move. Jake never had before with his boyfriends or girlfriends after all, and the inexperienced tom was clearly too uncertain to be counted on to make that more-than-friends offer. The tabby was startled with he realized they'd stopped, but managed to get off the bike before his hesitation drew attention. "You never did tell how you managed to get a place to yourself ..." He asked as a distraction, for both of them. "Hu ... oh, umm, I ..." He dropped his eyes as he opened the door to a slightly-better-than-student-class two bedroom apartment. "I don't have any family left." Chance scrunched his brows as they walked in and locked the door behind them. "Wouldn't Kitten Services have set you up with a foster family or something?" He instantly regretted the question as his friend shivered and looked completely away from him. "They would ..." His voice dropped very low. "If they knew." "Hu?" The tabby couldn't help the wordless question as he followed Jake into the kitchen. "I'm a reasonably good forger when I have the incentive." He sort of confessed and offered the tabby a milk can. "And KS is big enough not to ask too many question when everything looks to be in order." "I ... think I'd rather have juice or something." He rested his hand on the leanly muscled shoulder, something between a caress and a friendly touch. He wasn't a bit surprised when his friend froze, looking at him with an unreadable expression as he removed his hand. "Is that not okay?" "It's ... okay." Jake shook slightly as he returned the milk and pulled a pitcher of ice tea out. "This work?" "Sure." Chance backed off a bit, covering his own uncertainty by getting two glasses from the cupboard. "Just not really feeling like getting drunk tonight." "Oh." Jake tried to hide his disappointment as he poured their drinks. "So what do you want to do till it's time for dinner?" Chance thought a moment, considering his options in bringing up being boyfriends, or at least satisfying the hunger his friend had for him if that's all it was. "I don't know, maybe watch a movie or something?" "Sounds good to me." Jake managed to smile. Chance accepted his glass and followed the increasingly unsettled tom to the living room and lounged on the slightly warn dark couch. While the lean Kat's back was turned to him, he took a moment to really look at his friend. Not really what he was into, but the pure, hard muscled frame had its appeal, even without the mass and height he liked. Then there was that nice ass, and fairly graceful movements. Overall, he could see what others saw there ... and knew from experience that his friend's mind was a source of attraction too. It would hardly be a sacrifice to pleasure that body, and the Kat who owned it. "Anything in particular?" Jake called while skimming through his collection. "Umm, one of those dinos on an island horror flicks?" "BloodClaw one, two, or three ... or Terror from Alkatraz?" He'd pulled all four cases out. "BloodClaw three." Chance grinned, remembering a particularly ... useful scene for his plans. He blinked as the lights went out and the small TV glowed to life with the first strings of the movie's intro credits. "The _only_ way to watch it outside a theater." Jake's amused voice was next to him as the couch settled from the extra weight. "Too true." The tabby grinned widely, hoping Jake was trying to make this as simple as possible; giving easy openings for him to offer as much as the lean tom wanted. Chance paid just enough attention to the film to know where it was, waiting for the two leads to get to the point and make out in the tall grass. The rest of his considerable focus was directed at being very subtle in his seduction of the aroused tom next to him. "Ch ... Chance?" Jake's voice was shaky. "Mmm?" He leaned back a little, catching the glitter off wide eyes. "I ... what ... urrr ... what are you trying to do?" "I can smell what you want, buddy. What you've wanted for a while now." Chance spoke softly and seriously, backing off some more but never quite braking contact. "I'm willing." He was half surprised not to feel any response in the lean frame, then the silence stretched between them too long for comfort. "I am wrong?" "No." The whisper echoed in both their ears, sounding much louder than it actually was, but there was no happiness in that voice. "You're right." "Do you not want to ...." Chance let his voice drift off, not prepared for this lack of enthusiasm. Fear, uncertainty, nervousness ... anything that minimal experience caused he was ready for, but not apathy. "Yes, I want to have sex with you." His voice was dull, hurting. "Then what's the problem?" The tabby gave up on guessing games as his own cock started to ache. "Beats the hell out of me." He pulled away, but only moved a couple paces. Chance moved behind the shorter tom and embraced him, kissing the exposed neck. "Let me get you off at least." He shifted them both and pulled his friend tight and kissed him chastely, even more confused as the lean body nearly melted against him and decided to switch tactics for as long as his body would allow. "Let's lie down in bed. I'll do nothing you ask me not to. Okay?" "Ookay." Jake barely had control of his body as the big tabby lead them into another dark room and urged him onto the familiar surface of his bed. He fought to control his breathing enough to form the words he hadn't really accepted himself. "Don't want sex ... I want your love." "Oh." Chance froze, meeting half-lidded eyes. "I ... I ...." "I know Chance." Jake closed his eyes and pulled his shirt off with a minimum of movement as he gathered himself to stand and caress the broad, bare chest he'd fantasized about so long. "Just ... needed you to know ... this isn't just lust for me. I can accept it is for you." "Oh." He ran thick fingers through soft cinnamon fur, nearly drowning in the heady arousal from both their bodies, not wanting to hear the words his best friend was saying as the lean tom undid both their belts with shaking hands, but went no further. He angled his head to tease the tabby's small nipples, one of the few fur-free areas of his body, drawing a pleasured purr from the tom. "I ... I've never done this ..." He looked up at his friend. "I ... I want to ... go ... go all the way. With you." He started shaking too hard to continue and tried to burrow into the broad chest, fear spiraling strongly through his scent. Chance swallowed as the full implications of what was being said sank in. He'd known his friend was inexperienced ... but not that he was still a virgin. He shivered at memories of his own first time under to another tom, less than two years before. A less than pleasant experience by any standards; and his friend was more afraid than he'd been. "Shu, Jake." He shook himself out of revere and shock to stroke the lean tom's shoulders and back. "I promise, I won't hurt you." He tipped Jake's chin up for a slow, tender kiss. "I need you to trust me that much, to believe that I will never do anything to hurt you." Jake stilled and nodded weakly. "I trust you." "Are you sure you want this?" Chance urged the compliant tom to lie on the bed after pulling the blankets down. "Without the promise of a mate?" "Yes." Jake pushed his shorts and underwear down, then kicked them off, leaving him completely naked in the darkness, open and exposed to hungry eyes long accustomed to the dim light. He turned his head to watch the tabby strip teasingly; even here, it was clear who was more comfortable with their body. "Relax, love." Chance crooned as he slid next to his slender lover-to-be, resting one hand on Jake's chest, feeling just how fast the tom was breathing. "I promise, you'll feel good." He regarded the body laid out next to him and decided that he looked better naked than dressed, and felt much better. "Promise you'll tell me if I do something you don't like, or doesn't feel good." "I will." He whispered, trying to get his body under some semblance of control. Chance unsheathed one claw and began tracing patters in dark fur, following the musculature, urging him to relax, to stop being afraid. "Please ..." "Please what, love?" Chance purred as he ran his hand up the inside of Jake's thigh. "More ..." He gasped, his head arched back as he tried to make contact between the wondering hand and his crotch. "Don't tease me. Not today." The tabby chuckled and complied, closing his fist around his partner's throbbing erection. He took time to savor the feel of the differences between them, and the erotically needy whimpers his touch drew. He shifted to kiss Jake as deeply as the tom allowed. Eagerly tasting his friend in this new way, and rubbed his own straining flesh against a hard muscled leg. Jake shook his head loose of the kiss and growled. "In me, before I come." "Easy ... that might not be possible." He hesitated at the angrily flicked back ears. "Jake, do you trust me?" "Yes." "Then trust me to pleasure you, and give you what you want the best way I know how." "All ... all right." Jake stretched tentatively, leaving his hands above his head and spreading his legs as far apart as the bed and body next to him would allow. "Do as you will." Chance desperately tried to control his response to those words, knowing that there was no way his friend meant it _that_ way. "You won't regret it, love." He lowered himself to kneel between spread legs and ghosted a breath over straining flesh, smiling as Jake's hips jerked up and a needy groan reached his ears. With the smell of precome and need thick in his nose Chance easily swallowed the full length of his partner's cock while gently rolling smallish balls in his hand. He held the tom's straining hips down with the other, a touch surprised by just how strong the lean Kat was as he suckled up and down the barbed length. A strangled, gurgling cry and a single stronger thrust were Chance's first and last warnings before gooey come sprayed across his tongue and down his throat. He swallowed quickly, but taking enough time to taste, and wonder at the almost complete lack of flavor. When Jake had stilled except for breathing, exhausted and spent, the tabby rolled to his side and stretched alongside the smaller tom. "Decent start?" "Yah." Jake's eyes were still closed, relaxed in the orgasm's aftereffects. When he'd calmed enough to breathe easily he rolled over to his elbows and knees, tail to one side. "Now _that_ is a nice view." Chance purred appreciatively as he studied the offering posture, almost too horny to deal with what was coming. "So are you going to do anything but look?" His voice was half tease, half demand. "Oh, definitely going to do something about it." He chuckled hungrily, moving behind those lean hips and stroked them possessively, each stroke bringing his thumbs closer to the closed pucker, and the breaking point of his control. "Jake ..." "Just do it if you're that hard." His voice was soft, unconcerned with the repercussions of his offer. "No, love." The tabby managed between hard breaths. "I won't do that to you, won't hurt you." "Then," Jake curled forward and around, bringing his muzzle within inches of the golden-tan crotch and bright red flesh and purred. "Let me calm you down." "You ...." "_Some_ things I've experimented with a little more." He grinned up. "Uly thought I was rather good at this." He stroked the throbbing erection with a feather-light touch, teasing with a somewhat experience hand. "Ohhh ..." Chance closed his eyes and breathed in sharply. "I don't even want to know how to ended up with him." "Do you want to see what I leaned with him or not?" Jake grinned. "Yes." Chance's hands went to the head engulfing him by reflex and he groaned as he was sucked and licked with smooth precision. "Gods, yes." A chuckling purr vibrated the length of his cock and up his spine in response, and the tabby had little question that his friend had a fair amount of experience at _this_ form of sex. The warm heat and suction disappeared for a moment, only to find his balls and he spread his legs wider in response, offering his body to this pleasure-giver he'd seriously underestimated. Then Jake was inches from his face, fingers finding the pressure points to stop the tabby's impending orgasm with ease. "When will you mount me if you come now?" He breathed heavily, already partially aroused again. Chance focused with some difficulty to meet his lover's steady gaze. "Tonight ... let me stay in your bed... we'll have plenty of time ..." He didn't even finish the idea before Jake had swallowed him again with both hands holding his hips steady against his best efforts as he roared. With stars in front of his eyes the tabby did his best not to crush his lover as his muscles went to Jell-O. He was only partially aware of the smaller tom pulling the blankets up and settling in against him. Still he managed to feel disturbed at how different this felt from all his other encounters, how badly he never wanted this night to end. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ _Chance pulled his willing mate close and smiled into his hair during the last dance of their senior prom, still chuckling lightly to himself at their award of 'The Couple Who Took the Longest to Get a Clue.' Though he wasn't so sure he was happy about Jake 'Student Most Likely to Blow Up the City' one._ -- End: Risk and Reward 1 ... 1/1 by Rauhnee Ranshanka GateKat@SWATKats.Net http://www.Shadowynd.com/~rauhnee/index.html ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 2 Date: Sun, 15 Oct 2000 01:05:34 GMT From: "Kristen Sharpe" Subject: (NEW).(Rendezvous).(0/1).(G) Title: Rendezvous Author: Kristen Sharpe Date: October 9, 2000 Final Draft: October 14, 2000 --------------------------------------- What happens when you watch ten episodes of SWAT Kats in a row while you paint and then listen to Loreena McKennitt's "The Visit" for a week? You think of really strange "What ifs?" that's what happens. Based around a moment in the first season that I hope isn't too obscure. Includes a fairly obvious reference to "Cry, Turmoil" in the second season. Any and all Morse code contained herein is not intended to be genuine. --------------------------------------- The SWAT Kat T-Bone sighed heavily, leaning his broad back into the glass behind him. Tiredly, he slouched there for a minute before words came to him. Thickly, they rolled off his tongue, his voice hoarse. "It's been one of those days, buddy," he muttered. "I just barely escaped this crazy she-kat..." A soft murmur at his back encouraged him to continue. "See, she flew in over the city in this huge airship. Shot down a commercial airliner with this ray of hers that caused the pilot to be so disoriented he couldn't control the plane... A real piece of work." His voice choked. "I was there." A single tear slid down his heek. "I tried, buddy. I tried. But, it plummeted so fast I couldn't stop it. 175 passengers." His eyes closed tightly, shoulders heaved. "No survivors." Choking down the flood of emotions, he turned to face his friend. The once kat was standing just behind where the big tabby had sat, his head cocked to one side. Many would have found the five foot tall insect frightening. Body a dull orange-brown carapace covered in short, stiff hairs with huge insectoid green eyes dominating his face, Razor bore little resemblance to the kat T-Bone had known. The big tabby never flinched. He had seen this sight for the last year. Stepping forward, the insect tapped a claw on the glass separating them. T-Bone nodded to him sadly. "Hardly the first I've failed, huh?" The ci-kat-a shook its head back and forth slowly. T-Bone wasn't sure how to respond to that. Was Razor denying that he'd failed him? No. Razor wasn't that cognizant. He was putting kat gestures to a creature that no longer remembered them. Like assuming your pet understood your words because it responded with a gesture that looked feline. Still, that was just the sort of thing Razor would have done. He never let T-Bone blame himself. The ghost of a smile played across T-Bone's lips. Razor *had* improved. Even the scientists agreed. His behavior was a far cry from when this nightmare started. A year ago. A year ago when the alien bugs came. A year ago when T-Bone landed outside the nuclear plant and went searching for his partner. Then, Razor had howled and swore as T-Bone pinned him and later brought him to the research facility in hopes of a cure. But, T-Bone never blamed Razor. It wasn't him talking. When his transformation into a ci-kat-a had ended, when his voice had become unintelligible, Razor had settled for ignoring his once partner. Again, it wasn't Razor. It was only in the last two months that the insect had started to pay attention. Whether he understood a word was debatable. But, it made no difference. T-Bone would never give up. Rename it and stubborn was a virtue. The ci-kat-a tapped the glass again, insistently. The big kat patted the glass where Razor's claw was with another sigh and turned to leave. He'd seen this a million times. He didn't blame Razor for wanting out. But, it was always the insect that wanted to escape and then ignored him when he wouldn't open the door. It was never his friend. It wasn't Razor. The tapping continued, steady, rhythmic. Tap-tap. Taptaptap. Tap. The big kat froze. Tap. Tap-tap. An ear flickered backward slowly, an old memory surfacing. Taptaptap. Tap. A rhythm. A code. Morse code. "Morse code," T-Bone whispered. He spun and flung himself at the glass, one hand pressing to it. "Are... are you....?" he started, unsure. He couldn't say it. Couldn't hope again. The insect nodded. Taptaptap. Pause. Tap-tap. Pause. Tap. Tap-tap. "Here," T-Bone mouthed. Tap-tap. Pause. Tap. Pause. Tap. Taptaptap. Tap. Pause. Tap. "Buddy." He looked into the multi-faceted eyes. I'm here, Buddy. _________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com. Share information about yourself, create your own public profile at http://profiles.msn.com. ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 3 Date: Sun, 15 Oct 2000 01:01:41 GMT From: "Kristen Sharpe" Subject: (NEW).(Rendezvous).(0/0).(G) Title: Rendezvous Author: Kristen Sharpe Email: skgirl@hotmail.com Rating: G Status: New - Complete Date: October 14, 2000 Archive: No Category: Drama/Episode Related Series/Sequel: No series. Warnings: None Other website: My website: http://www.geocities.com/SoHo/Studios/5092/ Disclaimers: The SWAT Kats belong to and are copyright Hanna-Barbara Cartoons. They are used without permission. Notes: What happens when you watch ten episodes of SWAT Kats in a row while you paint and then listen to Loreena McKennitt's "The Visit" for a week? You think of really strange "What ifs?" that's what happens. Sorry that all I'm getting up are these dinky little things. Though this one's tugging at me to write more. Summary: A "what if?" scenario based around a moment in the first season that I hope isn't too obscure. Weary in body and soul, T-Bone makes the nightly rendezvous he's kept for the past year. _________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com. Share information about yourself, create your own public profile at http://profiles.msn.com. ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Subject: [SWATKats_FanFic] Digest Number 75 Date: 16 Oct 2000 11:23:26 -0000 From: SWATKats_FanFic@egroups.com To: SWATKats_FanFic@egroups.com -------------------------- eGroups Sponsor -------------------------~-~> No surcharges, no hidden costs. Just great fares at Hotwire http://click.egroups.com/1/9754/12/_/450812/_/971695406/ ---------------------------------------------------------------------_-> FAQ/ Rules: http://www.swatkats.net/~nexis/index.html MKC BlackNet: http://www.swatkats.org ------------------------------------------------------------------------ There is 1 message in this issue. Topics in this digest: 1. (NEW).(Rendezvous).(0/0).(G) From: "Kristen Sharpe" ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 1 Date: Sun, 15 Oct 2000 01:16:02 GMT From: "Kristen Sharpe" Subject: (NEW).(Rendezvous).(0/0).(G) My apologies if this is sent twice. Title: Rendezvous Author: Kristen Sharpe Email: skgirl@hotmail.com Rating: G Status: New - Complete Date: October 14, 2000 Archive: No Category: Drama/Episode Related Series/Sequel: No series. Warnings: None Other website: My website: http://www.geocities.com/SoHo/Studios/5092/ Disclaimers: The SWAT Kats belong to and are copyright Hanna-Barbara Cartoons. They are used without permission. Notes: What happens when you watch ten episodes of SWAT Kats in a row while you paint and then listen to Loreena McKennitt's "The Visit" for a week? You think of really strange "What ifs?" that's what happens. Sorry that all I'm getting up are these dinky little things. Though this one's tugging at me to write more. Summary: A "what if?" scenario based around a moment in the first season that I hope isn't too obscure. Weary in body and soul, T-Bone makes the nightly rendezvous he's kept for the past year. _________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com. Share information about yourself, create your own public profile at http://profiles.msn.com. ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Subject: [SWATKats_FanFic] Digest Number 76 Date: 18 Oct 2000 11:39:37 -0000 From: SWATKats_FanFic@egroups.com To: SWATKats_FanFic@egroups.com -------------------------- eGroups Sponsor -------------------------~-~> Get FREE long-distance phone calls on Tellme! Dial 1-800-555-TELL, say "Phone Booth" http://click.egroups.com/1/9816/12/_/450812/_/971869177/ ---------------------------------------------------------------------_-> FAQ/ Rules: http://www.swatkats.org/SKListArchives MKC BlackNet: http://www.swatkats.org ------------------------------------------------------------------------ There is 1 message in this issue. Topics in this digest: 1. BlackNet Update (SWAT Kats Fic) From: Rauhnee Ranshanka ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 1 Date: Tue, 17 Oct 2000 19:45:46 -0700 From: Rauhnee Ranshanka Subject: BlackNet Update (SWAT Kats Fic) 16 Stories by 4 Authors in the land of SWAT Kats Fic. by Kane New Friends from Old NC-17: AU, Slash (M/M), Jake/ Chance For Proxima's 'High School Date' Challenge. Jake and Chance are teenagers going to high school together. They've been best friends for years but nothing else has come of it relationship-wise. Jake finaly builds up the courage to ask Chance out and he says yes. by Rahshu Az-Mansur Ai Wa Boomerang PG: Slash (M/M), Jake/ Chance For Proxima's 'High School Date' Challenge. by Rauhnee Ranshanka A School Date #1: Risk and Reward NC-17: Slash (M/M), Teens (14/15), First Times, AU; Jake/ Chance For Proxima's 'High School Date' Challenge. At the risk of a lifelong friendship, Jake Clawson makes a choice in high school in hope of fulfilling a dream. Duty Forever PG: Slash (M/M), Violence, Death, Established Relationships Sockii wanted a story of 500 words or less starting or ended with 'the rest is silence'. by Wielder The Mainstream Series (series complete) NC-17: M/M Relashonships and Sex, Croassover (Tail Spin) Jake/ Chance/ Feral/ Sher Khan/ OMCs pt 01: Jake and the TurboKat (update) Act of fiction and parody with spooge between two males and a more Animate object than one would think. pt 02: SWAT Kats and Their New Friend (update) His is a story of spooge, parody, and fun. 3 males enjoying each others Company. Don't read it unless you like that sort of stuff. pt 03: Feral's World: The Bar (update) This is a story for fun and amusement only. Well, maybe a little pleasure too, but that's personal. pt 04: Lost Soul (update) Be warned! This story contains little smut but is intense and hits a personal nerve. It defines the characters Max and Jacob a little better and is a glossy version of real situations. I hope you enjoy it none-the less. The subject matter is severe. If rape situations bother you like they do me, then you may want to prepare yourself first. Originally this story was not planned this way, but it wrote itself as many of my stories do. pt 05: Turnabout Chance gets caught up in a surprise for Jake. pt 06: Boy Talk (update) This story is another installment in my universe. Not any smut in this one, just a short (Compared to my usual stuff anyway) little story to build the characters. pt 07: Warpaint (update) The results of Jake's gift. pt 08: The Note (update) This was a quick little thing that seemed appropriate as a followup to Warpaint. No spooge. Implied revenge. :) pt 09: The Arrival (update) Some heavy and excited spooge going on and this is only written cause Rauhnee planted an evil seed in my head. Not that I mind. :) Male male stuff. Crossover of sorts as well. pt 10: Dating and Circumstances Further adventures of Feral And Khan. pt 11: Circumstances of Dating Heavy and excited spooge flying everywhere in this one. Male/Male and a bit of a crossover. Jake, Chance, Feral, Sher Khan. pt 12: Vows This is yet another installment in my universe and marks the end of this series. Yeah right, who am I kidding? -- The BlackNet Staff http://www.swatkats.org ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Subject: [SWATKats_FanFic] Digest Number 77 Date: 20 Oct 2000 15:59:54 -0000 From: SWATKats_FanFic@egroups.com To: SWATKats_FanFic@egroups.com -------------------------- eGroups Sponsor -------------------------~-~> Get FREE long-distance phone calls on Tellme! 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FIC: For I Still Love Her.1/1.PG From: Rauhnee Ranshanka ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 1 Date: Thu, 19 Oct 2000 15:17:23 -0700 From: Rauhnee Ranshanka Subject: FIC: For I Still Love Her.1/1.PG Title: For I Still Love Her Series: Ghost Stories Date: October 19, 2000 Author: Rauhnee Ranshanka Email: GateKat@SWATKats.net Fandom: SWAT Kats Parings: Jake Clawson/ Chance Furlong, Jake Clawson/ Talla Clawson Rating: PG Codes: Slash (M/M), Het (M/F), Established Relationships, Supernatural Status: New. Finished. Website: http://www.Shadowynd.com/~rauhnee/index.html Archive: Yes to: BlackNet, CKoS, HiddenTruths, TranformationFic WWOMB All Others: Just let me know where. Spoilers: None I know of. Summary: Jake came to MegaKat City almost nine years ago for a reason. That reason has now followed him there, and wants something difficult to give. Disclaimers: Not mine, but TPTB weren't letting them play. Notes: For Steelknight's HiddenTruth's Ghost Story Challenge: Write a slashy ghost story, it can be a haunted place your lovers go too or a ghost of a past lover that still haunts his living lover; Anyway you want to write it, any length from 100 words on up, ratings from G to NC17. This one turned out *way* weird, but that's what I get for writing a challenge ghost story at 3am. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ "Uhh, Razor?" T-Bone's voice was a little shaky and definitely disturbed as he called for his partner's attention in their Hanger. "We have ... company?" "Oh, krud." The lean tom breathed as his head came out of the TurboKat's bomb bay and got a good look at the faintly glowing, translucent white she-kat in her late teens hovering a few inches above the floor on the other side of the room. "Rrr ... uh, hi Talla." Pain and regret laced his low voice. "You two ... know each other?" T-Bone tensed, but backed out of the way as the phantasm glided towards his partner. "Yah." Razor leaped off the jet and removed his helmet and mask as she glanced at the big tabby for the first time. "Talla, this is Chance Furlong, my partner and mate. Chance ... Talla Clawson, my wife." W ... wife?" T-Bone's eyes went wide as he nearly lost his balance. "Yah." Jake lowered his gaze, his voice rough with buried emotions. "This is why I came here, or the cause of it at least." "Uhh, buddy ... I think you need to explain this one slowly ... and from the beginning." He lowered himself onto a nearby bench and gave Talla a very through looking over. He blinked when it registered that she was most likely pregnant. "She isn't a threat, right?" "Unless you try to hurt me, no." Jake blinked a little moisture from his eyes and held his hand out to the silent ghost. Their fingers mingled for a moment before she managed to become a little more solid and smiled at him in pure joy. "I don't want to explain this here." "Then where?" T-Bone stood as calmly as he could with a sinking heart as similar images of Razor and Callista flickering up unbidden. Especially the passionate kiss he was sure his partner didn't know he'd seen. He knew he'd barely talked his mate into coming home that time, and this .... "Upstairs ... bedroom." Jake shivered and sighed as Talla embraced him, half solid. "I've missed you so much, love." Chance cringed outright to hear an endearment the lean tom had not said to him their four years as mates directed at another as put his mask and helmet away, then followed the pair upstairs. He was barely able to listen as Jake started the story. Only his partner's obvious pain kept him focused as he watched from the foot of their bed. "We, Talla and I, grew up on a racing Thoroughbred ranch, The Shattered Storm." The cinnamon tom spoke softly as his wife drifted next to him, trying to seem to be siting at his side at the head of the bed. He pulled himself into a slightly tighter ball, pressing his knees against his chest and trembled a little more. "We married just after my seventeenth birthday, in time for her heat that year to produce an heir. When it was certain she was carrying we got to go on our honeymoon. Two daughters and son." He fell silent and hid his face in crossed arms for a long time as Talla caressed his hair with phantom fingers, even sadder than before. When he finally looked up again, his eyes were red rimmed and his fur damp. "We spent seven weeks in the mountains; hiking, swimming, lounging around ... getting reacquainted." He fell silent again. "We were hiking in the mountains ... she slipped, died in a rock slide." Talla did her best to embrace her husband as Tom and fem fell silent as Jake lost what was left of his control and began sobbing, his shoulders heaving with each ragged breath. Chance finally had all he could take and moved to the head of the bed, on the opposite side of his mate from Talla. "I love him too." He whispered at her and curled around the lean tom. "I love you Jake." "I know." He forced out between hiccuping sobs and leaned into his mate. "I know." He whispered as his body finally calmed down, leaving him weak and cold. "I need ..." Talla hesitated, her voice light and echoing as both of them stared at her in shock. "You kittens souls are trapped in me. They will only leave to be _your_ kittens." She strained to continue and spoke more quickly. "I can't rest until they are born. I need you to breed love." "Talla ..." Jake froze as she leaned forward to kiss him; a tender, loving touch he returned before she faded completely. "Love ..." Chance tried very hard to keep the agony from his voice. "If this is what's required ... I'll help you find their mother. Whatever you want in her, just tell me." Jake regarded his mate with more than a little bewilderment. "Why?" The tabby closed his eyes and drew a deep breath. "Because I love you. I want what's best for you, even ... even when it hurts." "Oh." He dropped his eyes to his hands. "How ... willing are you to do what's ... necessary to find her?" "Any thing I can." "Sure?" Jake looked up, already seeing the answer in golden eyes. The tabby nodded. "Just tell me what." "You have to trust me." He twisted up to claim a tearful kiss. "Because you are her, love." "Urrr ..." Chance pulled away, staring at his partner. "_How_?" "You're going to have to trust me. It's possible and it's not permanent. Just long enough for the kittens to be born and weaned." He caressed his mate's face. "Will you?" The tabby worked his jaw for several moments, trying to get the words out. "I'd be their ... blood mother? _Our_ kittens?" "Yes." He nodded. "_Our_ kittens, by blood. Talla's and mine by soul." Chance took a deep breath. "I trust you." -- End: For I Still Love Her ... 1/1 by Rauhnee Ranshanka GateKat@SWATKats.Net http://www.Shadowynd.com/~rauhnee/index.html ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Subject: [SWATKats_FanFic] Digest Number 78 Date: 27 Oct 2000 14:54:51 -0000 From: SWATKats_FanFic@egroups.com To: SWATKats_FanFic@egroups.com -------------------------- eGroups Sponsor -------------------------~-~> eGroups eLerts It's Easy. It's Fun. Best of All, it's Free! http://click.egroups.com/1/9698/12/_/450812/_/972658491/ ---------------------------------------------------------------------_-> FAQ/ Rules: http://www.swatkats.org/SKListArchives MKC BlackNet: http://www.swatkats.org ------------------------------------------------------------------------ There is 1 message in this issue. Topics in this digest: 1. Starting to crawl out from under techo-hell again From: Rauhnee Ranshanka ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 1 Date: Fri, 27 Oct 2000 02:38:57 -0700 From: Rauhnee Ranshanka Subject: Starting to crawl out from under techo-hell again Morning, Sorry for the cross-posting, again, but your listmommy is in tech hell, again. My motherboard when ~fitzt~ and took the chip and a hard drive with it. I've been off line for about three days and basically haven't gotten mail for the last day and a half or so. Listmail I'll catch up on through the archives over the weekend (assuming nothing else goes wrong), but if anything was sent privately in that time, please resend it to gatekat@swatkats.net. Apologies if anything important hit this lists while I was unavailable. -- Rauhnee ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Subject: [SWATKats_FanFic] Digest Number 79 Date: 28 Oct 2000 14:03:49 -0000 From: SWATKats_FanFic@egroups.com To: SWATKats_FanFic@egroups.com -------------------------- eGroups Sponsor -------------------------~-~> eLerts It's Easy. It's Fun. Best of All, it's Free! http://click.egroups.com/1/9699/12/_/450812/_/972741829/ ---------------------------------------------------------------------_-> FAQ/ Rules: http://www.swatkats.org/SKListArchives MKC BlackNet: http://www.swatkats.org ------------------------------------------------------------------------ There is 1 message in this issue. Topics in this digest: 1. Fav thing about the show From: Rauhnee Ranshanka ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 1 Date: Fri, 27 Oct 2000 23:47:38 -0700 From: Rauhnee Ranshanka Subject: Fav thing about the show What's the thing(s) about the SWAT Kats show you like the best? -- Rauhnee ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Subject: [SWATKats_FanFic] Digest Number 80 Date: 29 Oct 2000 13:58:00 -0000 From: SWATKats_FanFic@egroups.com To: SWATKats_FanFic@egroups.com -------------------------- eGroups Sponsor -------------------------~-~> No surcharges, no hidden costs. 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Re: Fav thing about the show From: "Stormie Furlong" ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 1 Date: Sun, 29 Oct 2000 04:45:56 GMT From: "Stormie Furlong" Subject: Re: Fav thing about the show >From: Rauhnee Ranshanka >Reply-To: SWATKats_FanFic@egroups.com >To: SWATKats FanFic >Subject: [SWATKats_FanFic] Fav thing about the show >Date: Fri, 27 Oct 2000 23:47:38 -0700 > >What's the thing(s) about the SWAT Kats show you like the best? > >-- >Rauhnee My favorite part of the show was that they kicked major @$$ the entire time they were on. They showed that cats can be heroes too. Sides how can ya look at cats the same? Going from Chance to garfield, then Razor to Bill from Bill and Opus? Rachel _________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com. 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