FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

The TurboKat cut a black streak across the brilliant orange sky as that courageous duo, the defenders of MegaKat City, the SWAT Kats, made their way back to their salvage yard base after a long day of doing what they do best; kicking the crud out of any villainous freak that dared attack their beloved home!

The two flyboys, Chance (aka "T-Bone," a big yellow tabby with the build of a linebacker) and Jake (aka "Razor," a significantly smaller but wiley brown cat), had spent the vast majority of the day fighting against the latest deadly mutant monsters let loose in the streets by the blue-and-green, cat/snake hybrid Dr. Viper. They'd managed to destroy most of latest batch of his plant creatures, the ones that were left the city's crew of Enforcers could handle. Hell, they needed the practice!

After a few more minutes of flying they finally reached their destination, setting the supercharged black-and-blue jet down on its hidden landing pad underground and flipped all the interior switches to their OFF positions. As the pair's bare paws hit the cold concrete after climbing out of the plane's cockpit Jake reached over and gently pinched his partner's beefy arm.

"Hey! Whaddya do that for?!"

"I know we've had a long day, but don't forget you said we were gonna practice our hand-to-hand combat today. We're both alittle rusty," he said, a small mischievous smile on his light brown face.

"Oh come one," he responded, sounded exasperated and more than a bit whiny, "we just spent hours fighting gross mutant crud, and Scaredy Kat is about to start!"

Jake wagged a finger at the complaining tabby, "We both know you have the VCR set to record your show, and we both know we were more toying with those brainless plant things than fighting them. Now..." he started, grabbing the bigger cat by the arm and practically dragging him to the matted combat training area of their self-made gym,..."c'mon and keep your promise!"

Chance always tried his best to get out of these types of close combat sessions with his partner, but not for the reasons he knew Jake thought. It wasn't laziness or anything like that, but fear. The fear of losing control and admitting his true feelings for the smaller, chocolate-furred cat.

"Ugh, fine," he said as they both removed their blue-and-red helmet but left the black half-masks they wore underneath, "but only for a few minutes."

Razor smirked at his complaining partner for just a moment before moving like a bolt of lightning, taking him down to the padded mat with a surprise armlock.

"Then I guess we better get started, huh?" Jake loved these exercises of theirs, not only because he had a legitimate love of martial arts, but because it was the only time he could have prolonged physical contact with the big tabby without his true feelings being obvious.

Chance grunted loudly in surprise, having been taken completely off guard, but managed to recover quickly, flipping the smaller cat onto his back.

"Yer gonna pay for that, buddy!"

Jake's smirk only got wider. He kept the lock on T-Bone's arm and managed to maneuver it until he was positioned on top of him. "I wonder how you'd do that, buddy," he teased.

Chance smirked cockily; he knew one sure-fire way that always worked.

"Easy, like this," he said, shooting his free hand up into Razor's armpit and wiggling his sharp claws furiously.

Razor yelped loudly and jumped up onto his feet, releasing the yellow tabby's arm in the process.

"W-what the hell, dude," he cried, hating being caught offguard by anyone, but especially by Chance, knowing his fondness of being a sore winner. But then he smiled a smile so wicked it actually made T-Bone quall a bit. "Oh you are asking for it!" He launched himself at the big guy, knocking him over, claws digging into his sides.

Chance shrieked with laughter as the tender, spongy areas between his ribs were assaulted. He quickly --and with some difficulty-- grabbed hold of Jake's wrists and used his considerable bulk to roll them over so he was on top. He forced both arms upward and held them down with one massive hand, his other going to work kneading the excruciatingly sensitive spot right above the smaller cat's left hip. Jake squirmed furiously, eyes tearing up from holding in the laughter wanting to pour out of him. He used his legs to try and dislodge the bigger feline. Chance himself was so caught up in what he was doing he didn't even notice was Razor was trying to do until it was too late. He pitched forward. He managed to catch himself from falling off, but he had to use both hands to brace himself, leaving his powerfully-built but soft torso completely open.

Razor's hands darted up and into his partner's defenseless armpits, wrapping his legs around his waist for added stability. "Like that, T-Bone! Guess we know what tha 'T' stands for!"

Chance clamped his arms down as hard as he could, and while it didn't completely stop the ticklish sensations it dulled them enough for him to speak. "Yeah," he grunted through clenched teeth, " it stands for 'Totally gonna wreck you'!" He did the only thing he could think of to get himself out of the position he was in; he threw himself off Razor and onto his back. He scrambled around before the smaller cat could move with a speed that belied his large body and managed to clamp a Figure 4 leglock onto him. He went in for the kill, scribbling his claws against the broad bare sole pointed at his face.

"AAAAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!" Razor shrieked as he bucked wildly on the mat, his weakest spot being exploited. He arms flailed wildly as he tried desperately to do anything to extricate himself from his position. He finally managed to do just that, moreso by accident really, by flipping them both over, reversing the pressure of the hold and making his sole harder to reach in the process.

"Yohohohohohou bahahahahastahahahrd," he said, still giggling heavily.

"Don't try ta pretend ya didn't love it," T-Bone said teasingly.

Jake blushed. "S-shut up!"

He removed himself from the hold and spun around quickly, launching himself on one of Chance's massive paws, raking his light yellow-colored sole. "Howda YOU like it?!"

T-Bone practically screamed as his sole was scrapped, jerking away immediately and rocketing to his feet to stand in a defensive stance. He was so involved in what he was doing he didn't notice the tent that had formed in his jumpsuit. That wasn't to say it went unnoticed by his partner, of course. Thankfully Razor's halfmask and his thick, bushy cheekfur hid his healthy blush. He went into an offensive stance and began circling Chance predatorily, searching for his opening.

He sent in a swift sidekick, thinking he'd found that opening, but his partner knew him and his fighting style far too well. T-Bone gripped the leg that was intended for his firm musclegut and turned until Razor lost his balance and landed with a thud on his flat belly. He clamped the ankle still in his grasp under his arm and madly scribbled his pointed claws against that unprotected brown sole once again.

Razor's laughter burst forth from his open maw like water through a collapsed dam, arms flailing wildly. He kicked at the arm that had entrapped him, but T-Bone was waiting for such a move. In the blink of an eye the big yellow tabby held both his partner's slim ankles locked under his arm.

"Man, you really messed up there," he teased, taking a short break to flex his tickling fingers.

"D-don't you DARE, Chance!!"

"Say you give up or both paws are gonna get it!"

Jake pulled as hard as he couldn't but couldn't remove his paws from their current predicament. He always seemed to forget just how strong Chance was until situations like these arose.

"Do that and I'll...um...I'll erase all your Scaredy Cat tapes," he threatened weakly, desperation setting in.

"What?! You'll pay for that, buddy!" He furiously scapped and raked at both the smaller feline's tender soles, hitting every centimeter from heels to toes.

Razor's screams echoed off the walls of the hanger as the poor co-pilot was reduced to high-pitched laughter and flopping about like a dying fish on a dock.

"NOHOHOHOHOHO FAHAHAHAHAHAHAIR," he screamed, clenching his toes as tightly as he could to dull the sensations. It helped some, but not much.

"How is this unfair," Chance asked playfully, having to practically shout to be heard over Jake's caterwauling, "the point of these exercises is to subdue the other, and it looks like I'm doing that! Now just say ya give up and I'll stop."

"STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!!"

"Not until you say you give!" It was becoming clear to T-Bone he'd need a secret weapon to fully bend Jake to his will, luckily he had such a secret weapon in mind. He smiled a wicked smile as he leaned over slightly and began to nibble on the smaller cat's brown toes while continuing to rake his soles.

Razor's eyes went side as saucers as he screamed laughter, fists pounding out an arythmic tattoo on the ground.

"STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO MOHOHOHOHOHOHOHORE!!!!!!!"

'Wow, this is really getting to him,' T-Bone thought to himself, 'but I bet THIS will really take him down!'

With that his rough tongue stretched out and lapped at his partner's soles, ignoring the dirt, sort of enjoying the taste of heavy sweat. But his surprising fondness for the taste wasn't the only surprise; Jake's laughter was suddenly laced with grunts and moans he'd never heard before, and he wasn't really struggling anymore either. Concerned something was wrong he stopped his incessant licking --for some reason he didn't understand it was harder to stop than he'd thought it would be-- and turned to face his best friend, releasing his ankles.

"You ok, buddy?"

Jake moved into a sitting position and rubbed his paws. Chance didn't like the way he seemed to be trying to avoid eye contact.

"No bud, I'm not."

Without warning he launched himself onto the larger tabby, catching him off guard and taking him down onto the mat.

"I've been keeping this in for a long time, but I just can't anymore!"

He didn't bother waiting for Chance to respond, instead he grabbed the sides of his fluffy face and kissed him fiercely and deeply. The big yellow tabby at first was so surprised he almost threw Jake off, but the kiss felt so good he found himself giving just as good as he was getting, being the first to introduce his tongue to the mix.

Jake smiled and chuckled. For a moment there he'd thought he'd made a terrible mistake and brought their partnership, and more importantly their friendship, crashing down, but everything seemed to be turning out ok.

"Oh Chance Furlong," he said panting slightly, "you have no idea how long I've wanted this."

"I...I've wanted this too, Jake. I don't understand why, I've never felt this way about another male, but I do."

Jake smiled wider. "Do you trust me," he asked, grinding their erections together through the material of their jumpsuits.

"Of course, you know I trust you with my life!"

Razor nodded, lifting up and turning on top of Chance's body until his face was even with his partner's massive meaty paws. He began covering the surprisingly soft light-yellow soles in front of him in sloppy kisses, pressing his own sensitive paws against T-Bone's face, forming a foot-69. The bulky tabby gasped and moaned as a rough tongue slowly coated the broad surface of his soles and the thick shafts of his toes. Chance returned the favor, loosely gripping Jake's ankles as he moistened and coated his toes in saliva.

Jake couldn't stop the giggles that came out as his toes were licked, his astoundingly ticklish nature causing him to squirm on top of his partner's stocky body as he gamely continued sucking T-Bone's pudgy digits.

Chance absolutely loved the feeling of his partner wiggling around on top of him, and, even more shocking to him, he loved the feel and taste of Jake's paws on his tongue. Loved it so much he found he couldn't stop the hand that travelled down the brown-furred cat's thigh and pawed lightly at the bulge in his blue jumpsuit.

Jake's body stiffend radically as T-Bone's massive paw cupped his balls and hard cock, and he stuffed his giggles down as best he could despite the licking of his toes to ask the question he'd been wanting to ask.

"Hehehehey, do yohohohou wanna take this upstairs, to the behehehehdroom?"

Chance blushed furiously, nervously rubbing Razor's slender calves and contemplatively lapping at the pair of arches in front of him. He would never admit being afraid of anything to anyone, but he was afraid now. He really didn't understand his feelings and he was a little terrified about how fast things were going, but he knew what he wanted.

"O-ok, sure."

Jake, sensing his partner's trepidation, gently stroked the back of the hand on his crotch and reassured him with a soft smile and nod of his head. He gave Chance's toes one more quick lick and rolled off of him, getting into a sitting position on the floor. T-Bone smiled at the reassuring pat and stood up from his position on the padded mat, offering a helping hand do his still-seated partner. The brown-furred cat took it and allowed himself to be pulled up to his moist feet, then he wrapped his strong arms around his partner and planted a deep and passionate kiss on his smiling lips.

Chance blushed under his mask and enfolded Jake's slender body in his bulky arms, returning the kiss with equal intensity. The smaller cat melted into his warm, broad chest and sent his tongue in to explore the inside of his partner's mouth. T-Bone reacted immediately, his own pink tongue wrestling for dominance with Razor's. The yellow tabby gasped as hands suddenly squeezed and kneaded his firm asscheeks.

"Now, Big Sexy, let's take this up to the bedroom."

"Yeah, let's do that," he replied excitedly, his cock so hard it was almost painful. He lifted Jake up a few inches so his feet barely touched the floor. "Wrap your legs around me."

Razor did as he was told, encircling the yellow tabby's thick waist with his slender legs. Chance adjusted his hold on his partner's torso before making the short trip up the flight of stairs and down a grubby, poorly-lit hallway into the fairly barren room they used as a shared bedroom in the small section of the base not used for vehicle maintenance. They never minded having to share a room --hell, back in the barracks of the Enforcers there'd been four men in a room the same size-- and now that their mutual feelings had been laid out on the table they were both thankful for it.

T-Bone laid the brown-furred cat onto his back on his own bed and raised his hand up to the zipper of his jumpsuit. He opened the blue garment torturously slow, teasing Jake with every newly exposed, sweaty inch of muscle and flesh. Jake almost lost it when the zipper past by his slightly-pudgy tummy to allow his white briefs, soaked with sweat and with a tent large enough for Boy Scouts to camp under. He went to remove the black mask/bandana combo they both wore when the smaller cat spoke up.

"Chance wait! Do you mind if...is it ok if we, leave the masks on?"

"Oh. Um, yeah, I guess so. Please tell me we can take everything else off, though!"

A sly smile spread across Jake's face, "Oh you better believe it, buddy!"

A big somewhat dopey smile brightened the yellow tabby's sweet, rounded features as he stepped out of his jumpsuit and hooked his thumbs teasingly into the elastic band of his underwear.

"So you're saying I can drop these?"

"I promise I'll never try to change the channel when you're watching Scaredy Cat ever again if you do!"

That was all Chance needed to hear. He pulled the white cloth down slowly, his cock bouncing back up and hitting his belly as it was released from its prison. Jake's jaw went slack as he watched his partner's thick 9" member bob up and down. He practically ripped his own jumpsuit and underwear off, exposing his lithe body and 7" rod. Chance pounced on the nude cat on his bed, nearly knocking the breath out of him, and kissed him deeply again.

"Woah, easy big guy," Jake wheezed after breaking off the kiss, trying to get his breath back, "we got all night."

"Sorry," the big orange tabby replied, tail twitching happily, "just been wanting this for a long time."

A brown-furred hand caressed a chubby yellow cheek. "Me too, Chance, me too."

Their lips came together again, more gentle this time, Chance tenderly stroking his partner's pointed ears as Jake's hands slid down his tiger-stiped broad back to his round rump. The tabby gasped as the brown-furred cat's hands squeezed the hills of his ass, fingers probing close to his virgin tailhole. T-Bone moaned, surprising Razor by rocking back onto his appendage.

"Jake, would you...um....ya know...," he started, a fine blush tinting his fluffy cheeks.

"Are you sure you're ready for that," Jake replied, taking the tabby's meaning.

His heart swelled in his chest as the normally boisterous bigger feline nodded shyly. Jake fished around under his messy sheets until he found what he was looking for, a small purple bottle of lube. The yellow tabby snatched it from him excitedly, popping open the top and squirting an ample amount into his wide palm. He reached under and behind him, rubbing it on his tight, pink tailhole. Jake gasped and mewled as Chance gripped his cock and lubed it up until it was thoroughly slickened.

The tabby positioned Jake's cock until he could feel the tip pressing against his hole, then very slowly started to ease down onto it. He grimaced and squeezed his eyes shut tight as his best friend and partner's member applied more and more pressure, then let loose a deep and pained series of grunts as it finally broke through his ring of muscle. Once the head cleared the rim the shaft slid in much easier, both cats squealing in lust and pleasure as Chance took the brown feline's entire length. He sat motionless for a few moments to allow himself to get use to the oddly full sensation deep down in him and the pressure against his sensitive prostate.

Jake gripped the tabby's hips, steadying and synching their movements until they were both flying higher than they'd ever flown in the TurboKat, electricity coursing through their veins like they were sharing Hard Drives 'Surge Coat.' Chance was blown away by the incredible, unbelievable pleasure of being filled; if he'd known just a little pressure against his prostate would feel this good he would've started experimenting years ago! It was like a comforting fire, singeing his nervous system.

The lithe brown cat yowled furiously under his partner, his own body equally burning like a wildfire as he raced to his impending orgasm. His hands crept up to fondle the yellow tabby's firm pecs and musclegut. The feel of him --far more than the typical touches between just friends he was use to-- and the sight of him sweating and grunting, completely entranced by the power of Jake's cock, finally pushed him over the edge. He threw his head back and rattled the bedroom's one dirty window with his screams as he emptied his balls into Chance's anal cavity.

Chance almost toppled over onto the floor from the sheer ferocity of the feline under him, his shaking aftershocks making him feel like he were riding a V8 engine with one of the pistons not firing. The sudden sharpness of thrusts, and of course the knowledge that his partner and best friend had just filled him with his seed, finished him off. His back arched as he shot the most intense load of his life, the first pulse hitting the wall behind the bed and each successive pulse coated the face, chest and belly of Jake.

The chubby, muscular tabby collapsed, the strength to hold himself up now completely absent, exhausted on top of Jake, temporarily winding the poor cat as his head came in contact with his narrow chest. Once he recovered he wrapped his thin arms around Chance and stroked the back of his neck, gasping quietly as his softening cock popped out of his best friend's newly broken-in tailhole. The moon shone softly, it's light diffused by the dirt and grime of the window, onto the two best friends, partners, and now lovers.

"That was amazing," Chance said from his spot on Jake's chest after a long period of silence.

"It was beyond amazing, and it's gonna get better. Hope you're ready for round two!"