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“Kat-latteral Damage"

It was raining. Victor hated the rain; it was always so...wet, and made him smell like a horse fresh out of a barn. As he lay in his bed, the horse turned over to stare up at the ceiling. It was still extremely early, and Jake and Chance had just left to go be super heroes. He was alone, listening to the patter of water splashing against his bedroom window. The occasional rumble of thunder and flicker of lightning from outside bounced the light around the room and prompted him to stick a pillow over his face. He breathed sharply in and out before letting his body go flat. It was almost time for him to get up and to start his day. Ever since he started hanging out with Jake and Chance, every day at work just seemed to drag on unendingly. It eventually ended, but he had stopped covering for his coworkers' shifts just on the off chance those mechanics wanted to hang out and even give 'him' a tune up. He chuckled from under the pillow. It had been a fun night earlier and he needed to rest, but it was almost impossible to close his eyes without the rain waking him up again. He huffed and sat up in his bed and flipped on the TV, he just had to find some bit of programming that would help.

As he flipped through the stations, he recognized someone one of the channels and went back to it immediately; and sure enough, Ann Gora; the nightly news anchor, in her gaudy red necklace and ball earrings was in the middle of a report. “And for those of you just tuning into the broadcast. We are here live and in person as the Swat Kats defeat yet another pair of their biggest baddies; the Metallicats, Mac and Molly Mange! Tell me, tell me T-Bone! What sort of risk were you in?"

Victor about gagged himself with a laugh as he recognized Chance in disguise on the other side of that television casually approach her as Razor looked affronted. “Well Ann, it's just all part of the job. You know? Putting crooks away is our business. And I gotta tell you, lately? Business is booming!"

“But what about Commander Feral? Isn't he the law enforcement around here?"

“Well to tell you the truth? I'm just glad we're out here to give Commander Feral his eight-hour sleep regimen. I mean he's a good cop and all, but seriously. We risk ourselves for these high caliber criminals so that Megakat City can sleep easy when we're on the clock..."

“WHAAAAT?" Feral came storming through the crowd, off the camera and then directly into Gora's broadcast. “You impudent little criminal! You take that back!"

“Hey you could've been here an hour ago cleaning up your mess, Feral. It's no secret you don't like us. Could it be because we do the whole crime fighting gig better than you do?"

“You---YOUUUUU!"

Razor chimed in, pushing Feral and T-Bone apart. “Now, now come on. Let's go T-Bone, let the commander have his collar!"

“No way! We're treated like criminals because of jerks like that."

“Well if it walks like a Kat and talks like a Kat..."

“That's good Feral, did you get that off the back of a Cracker Jack box? Or what?"

Feral looked like he was about to blow a gasket, he was so angry that his fur was practically turning from brown to red, his fur bristling as he let out an uproarious “ARREST THEM!"

Johnny K. Put his camera down at that point, causing the picture to go dark and return to a confused anchor at the studio. It was then that Victor turned off the television with a stunned expression on his face. “Oh...those guys are definitely crazy." He commented, then gave a laugh as he put the remote up. “Man if only he knew who they were..."

“Look, Feral we'd hate to do your job and run, but we gotta go!" Razor explained as the two of them jumped aboard their jet.

“That's what you think! Get them!"

Those actions would prove to be much harder to pull off, as T-Bone ignited the engines as soon as Razor climbed onto the rungs of the boarding ladder and the force of the exhaust threw back everyone within ten feet of the plane. As the engines roared to life and lifted up off the ground, Feral stood in frustration as his men collected themselves and got back to their feet to watch the Swat Kats get away yet again into the night sky. He growled in anger as the assistant Mayor Callie Briggs approached him, checking her watch with a bored expression. “Okay, okay Commander. I think it's high time you stopped trying to be the big macho cat in the city and just agreed that the Swat Kats are heroes! They really have saved our city more times than I can count."

“They're vigilantes, Ms. Briggs. Nothing more." Feral said, trying to be calm. “It'll only be a matter of time before they think that breaking the law is acceptable and start actually using this fame of theirs for personal gain."

Callie sighed and shook her head. “Very well then. But at least for now they've managed to catch the--the Metallicats?!" Her voice went up, grabbing Feral's attention and he saw why she had been so shocked;

Where the Kats had chained Mac and Molly, he saw that the two had vanished, leaving the cuffs and chains used to bind them behind. He gasped and angrily shouted: “MEN! It seems the Swat Kats have decided to play us for fools and let those Metallicats escape while our backs were turned! Find them! Find them right now and we will bring them to justice at long last!

Molly and Mac hadn't gone far, after Mac's newest extension expanded his arm and broke the cuffs and he'd effortlessly freed Molly. They had hidden in a nearby alley to watch the aftermath with an intense interest.

“What a moron." Mac growled. “You okay, Mol?"

“Yeah. I'm just peachy." Molly said as she examined herself. “But I gotta tell you, them Swat Kats are really a pain in my circuits."

“Yeah. Mine too. Feral ain't got a thing on us, but those two..." He growled and punched a hole clean into the concrete building next to them. “We gotta even the score."

“Oh? And did you have a plan?"

“Yeah. We tail 'em! Then when we find a weakness, we use that to get to them."

“Well..." Molly grinned and scratched her chin with her thumb as she chuckled in amusement. “For once your pea brain came up with an idea I can get behind!"

***

It was two days later when Victor finally got off work and he was on his way over to the junkyard to meet with Chance and Jake. As he approached the gate that led to the yard, he paused at the camera and rang the buzzer. The screen activated and Chance appeared on the monitor.

“Well, well. Look who's here?" He said with a grin.

“Hey! Sorry I took so long, work was killer today."

“Excuses again?" His grin got wider.

“Ohhh shut up and let me in, will you?"

“Say please--"

“For crying out loud just let him in!" Jake said as his hand reached in and pressed a button. As the buzzer went off, Victor laughed as he heard Chance's disappointed “Awww!" and the gate swung open.

Victor walked onto the now-familiar junkyard lot and made his way toward the small shack where Chance and Jake lived on the opposite side and as he approached the door to reach out and knock on it, suddenly the door flung open and Chance grabbed him and pulled him inside. Instantly he was locked in a deep kiss with the yellow-furred striped cat, who immediately put his arms around the horse's waist, pulling him into his larger torso as Victor's initial response quickly melted away and he leaned into the kiss.

“Good to see ya!" He exclaimed in a heightened mood. “What brings you out here?"

“Very funny." Victor said with a smirk as the cat released him from his grasp and dropped him to his feet again. “Oof! I just got the day off work finally, and I thought I'd come hang out."

“That's great! I could use someone to hang out with, Jake's been in the garage all day working on something. I'm not allowed to see it until he's done and he could be in there for days, you know?"

“Really? I'm not interrupting or anything right?"

“No, no." Chance shook his head as he walked over and seated himself on the couch, Victor not ignoring the cat's large package bulging against his jeans as he sat spread eagle on the seat. “I'm just bored. That's all. Come on in, have a seat." He said as he put his boots up on the coffee table.

Chance knew what he was doing, the sight of those boots really sold it to Victor that he was in for more fun with the Kats, and he had no argument for that. He walked over and grabbed Chance's right boot and picked it up, slowly unlacing the shoelaces on it and pulling it off; he was rather surprised when he saw a pair of green and black striped socks slide out of the thick leather. The odor of his musk hit him like a truck and he couldn't help but stagger back a step. “Whoa-hooo... you've been saving this for me, haven't you?"

Chance smiled proudly as Victor began to work his other boot and pull that off as well. “I thought you'd like it." He said. “Plus check the digits out, it's like my feet have gone to prison!"

“Yes..." Victor said softly as he brought the flat of Chance's foot to his face and inhaled it sharply. He could smell the musk pouring off of Chance's sock and in response, he impulsively slid his tongue along it. He could feel Chance's foot flex and tighten against his tongue as he wet the sock down.

Chance didn't care that his foot was getting a bit wet from the horse's saliva he simply leaned back and watched as Victor went from one of his feet to the other, hugging both of them against his face as his teeth bit lightly along the tips of his toes. The feline winced a bit and wiggled his toes playfully, smirking in amusement as Victor looked at him. “Mmm too bad Jake ain't here to get a load of this." He grinned as he leaned forward and his hand instinctively slid down the back of Victor's pants as he lewdly clenched up and felt his finger rest against the horse's warm pucker. “And speaking of loads..." He said.

Chance's grip was sudden and surprised Victor as he stood up and growled as he pinned him up against the wall next to the couch. The cat got behind the horse and wrapped his fingers around his jeans button, flicking it loose and allowing the horse cock to go flopping out as his pants fell down past his knees. He felt Chance push in behind him as he applied a love bite to Victor's shoulder and with his free hand he unbuckled his own belt, letting his flesh fall free of as he nestled up behind the horse and grabbed his hip, his thick feline cock resting between Victor's cheeks. Victor was surprised at this bold move as he felt Chance's flesh push against the ring of his hole and then inward.

“Ahh! Fff--" He huffed as Chance plowed into him hard, making him yelp and his body thump against the wall as Chance pinned him against it.

“Ohhh yeah. You are tight as a drum, man." Chance complimented him, and then thrust in again as he slammed again, harder this time into Victor's ass. He gasped and collided with him again. This caused Victor to gasp and brace himself against the wall as Chance licked his lips and continued to drive himself in again, and again.

“Ahh! Ch-Chance that is fu-fucking hot!" Victor claimed as he gripped the corner of the wall he was being thrown up against. His tongue lolled out as he felt Chance drive deep into him. He felt the feline grab his ankle and hold it up, grasping at the foot of the sock tightly as his hand tightened around the appendage.

'Slap, slap, slap' Chance's balls thundered against Victor's as he tightened his approach and began to fuck him harder. He started to move faster, growling in lust as he did so. He grabbed Victor by the sock and pulled it upright just to get another deep breath against it. His rought cat tongue pulled against the fibers, tickling Victor's wiggling feet, making his toes wriggle directly in response to it. He was lost in a mixture of lust, laughter and extreme arousal as Chance took advantage of his toes, biting them as best as he could while he pounded the cute reddish-brown horse into submission.

“F-Fuuck!" He called out, his voice trailing off into a moan.

Chance didn't hesitate at this, as soon as he heard Victor's gasp he pounded in harder and deeper, his legs were beginning to buckle, his arousal pulsating through his cock as he probed deeper and harder. Impressed at Victor's flexibility, he still managed to release him to stand again, but immediately leaned and pinned him up against the wall. His breaths were growing shorter, his body rising and falling with every hard exhale he made. He was pulsing inside, his thrusts getting faster and faster until...

“Nnnh! Ahhh!" Chance growled out abruptly and came hard and deep in the horse's ass.

Victor huffed as he felt himself get warmer with Chance's sudden injection. Grunting and thrusting his hips back into him in response. “Ahh! Yes! Fuck!" He gasped as he too came, thick jets of horse jizz washing across the floor under him as Chance pulled him closer, allowing the equine to paint one of the walls a soft white color.

“Now that's what I been missing..." Chance purred and nibbled on Victor's neck.

“Doesn't feel like you missed a single shot..."

Chance laughed at Victor's comment, but then the sound of someone clearing his throat at the door turned their attention to Jake, who was standing there with a wrench in his hand and a smirk on his face. “Oh, is this how you treat our guests?" He asked. “Thirty seconds in and you're already fucking like rabbits?"

“Well come on. I mean...he just came in here acting all irresistible, how could I not?"

Jake said nothing, but smiled as he entered the room and closed the door behind him.

“Ahh jeez Mol, I don't know what we're doing sitting outside this junkyard. I mean what's there to gain? We got all the parts we need?"

Molly shushed Mac as she observed the yard in the distance. “Look, you idiot. You might've forgotten a while back when Feral shut us down. But I haven't..."

“Forgot what?" Mac asked in confusion.

“About these two! We discovered that Jake Clawson and Chance Furlong are actually the Swat Kats!" She spouted venomously at him. “But thanks to Feral we had our memories wiped that we learned about it. Shows you just how unpredictable that ass hat might be. As much as he hates the Swat Kats, he'd rather deactivate us than learn who they are."

“Right...oh hey! How do you remember?" He asked.

“Remember a couple nights ago when we had that thunder storm?"

“No."

Molly rolled her optics. “You idiot..." She sighed. “That bolt that hit me recharged my memory circuits! Sorta rebooted my memory! I remember that these two are actually the Swat Kats and---oh shit. Get down!" She managed to push Mac's head down right on time as she saw Victor emerge from the junkyard, the gates opening for him, then closing right after he walked out. As he walked along the street, Molly watched him with a keen interest. “Well, well... looks like those boys got themselves a hobby after all!" She pondered.

“Wanna kill im?"

Molly glared at Mac. “Honestly I think they scraped the wrong half of your brains out for the body you're in. No, you idiot. We'll keep tabs on this guy, see if the Swat Kats contact him, and when they do we'll strike!

“Molly, you are pretty devious when you want to be." Mac said with a laugh.

“Would'ya have married me otherwise?"

“Maybe. I mean you were the one to ask me!"

***

Work was slow for Victor the following day; he hadn't been able to go spend more time with Jake or Chance the night before because they had been called away on their Swat Kat duties, and the anxiousness of another ordinary day saw him rather pent up, expecting more fun and not having it had him more on edge than he thought. Coffee order after coffee order came in and he was just not ready for it. Eventually, he perked up when he spotted one of the Megacat City news vans pull up out in the parking lot. Reporter Ann Gora and her trusty cameraman Johnny; or Johnny K. as he was called on the network exited the van and made their way toward the door. Ann was talking a mile a minute it seemed and the yellow furred cat was listening; not as attentively as he should have, apparently as he opened the door.

“--so I was thinking wider angles! You know? Really let the city see the massive destruction these villains cause. I mean, sure the Swat Kats help to stop it, but the next scoop idea I had asks the question “Should they even be around for these to start?" You know. Go at it from that direction."

“Sure, Ms. Gora. That sounds like a good idea."

“My usual please." She said as she walked over to one of the tables and extracted her laptop, as she began to type Johnny walked to the counter. He looked particularly exhausted, and Victor smiled as he approached.

“Hey, Vic. Nice to see you again." He said.

“Johnny, the boss talking your ear off?"

“I'm just the cameraman." Johnny replied with a laugh. “Just trying to give my boss an open ear."

“More like a bottomless pit. What can I get you?"

“Let's see. She takes a chai tea with cream and mocha. Medium. And me...me..." Johnny stared at the board, pondering hard as he read the many, many menu items.

“How about a large mocha-infused frozen chocolate swirl?" Victor suggested.

“Oh that sounds totally bad for you...and I could use it today." Johnny said with a smile. “Hit me up bro." He said as he swiped his card in the machine.

“Alright. I'll have that right out for you!"

Johnny went back to the seat as Victor started working on their drinks. He knew Ann Gora's drink off the top of his head enough to add a little cinnamon to the top and then he blended Johnny's drink together, mixing chocolate, mocha and then swirling some chocolate syrup on top after applying a generous helping of whipped cream. He capped it off and swept himself out into the dining area; he was a bit surprised that Ann was still talking randomly to her cameraman. Johnny looked grateful when he received his drink and snatched it immediately while Victor placed Ann's drink onto the table. She didn't say much, just absently took the drink and took a sip.

“Thank you." She finally said, almost dismissively.

Johnny and Victor exchanged a glance of amusement, and Vic returned to his place behind the counter. As he was cleaning from making their drinks, there was a sudden rumbling below his feet that made him stagger for a second. “What on Earth?" He said to himself.

Victor looked at Johnny and Ann, who had obviously also felt the ground shudder as well. The shudder began to intensify until it was so strong that several of the cafe windows began to crack. “What the? An earthquake?!" He said aloud as he stepped out from behind the counter. As the shaking continued, the trio watched a massive crowd of civilians run by. They were screaming and in panic at something they just couldn't see.

Running outside though, they could see it; a massive robotic machine was storming its way through the downtown area, sending the people fleeing to get away from it. Almost immediately, Ann was swept up into the crowd; her cries of surprise vanishing quickly in the rush, leaving Victor and Johnny cast off to the side of the flowing river of animals running by. A large robotic foot came crashing down nearby. As it slammed into the pavement, a massive wave of debris came washing up over them.

“We gotta get out of here!" Victor shouted.

“The van! Quick!" Johnny shouted as he ran to the nearby vehicle and jumped in. Victor jumped into the passenger side and the truck roared to life.

“Whoooooooooahhhh!" Johnny exclaimed as he peeled out of the parking lot just before the entire store was crushed under the massive weight of the robot.

“Oh, come on now, Victor! Don't run!"

“Wait...that voice?" Victor gasped, hearing his voice being spoken as he turned and looked out the window. “Is...is that Mac Mange?!"

Indeed as he looked at the giant robot, the face facing them resembled the metallic gangster, whose following laugh resounded with the sound of Molly as they began to chase the news van down. “Yeah! We just want to talk to you about the Swat Kats!" Molly's voice announced as the massive robot broke into a run to chase after them.

“What are they talking about? You know the Swat Kats?"

“Only in passing!" Victor lied, trying to keep his actual knowledge of them hidden. “What the heck do they want with me?"

“Come out and play, little horse!" Mac shouted as he reached down and picked up an idle car on the highway; flinging it with all his might at the fleeing van.

The flying car did not hit the van, in fact it was deflected by the rushing jets of a large stealth plane that had passed in between the van and its trajectory. “Alright Manges, it's time to delouse this city!" T-Bone growled through the megaphone as several missiles launched from the winged armory of the plane, firing directly into the robotic monstrosity trying to continue following them.

“Oh look, it's the Swat Kats!" Molly groaned facetiously as the robot ignored the missiles, grabbing the plane and pinning it into its grasp as Johnny finally came to a stop and looked around.

“Oh no! They're in trouble!" He exclaimed.

“Johnny, there's nothing we can do!" Victor got out of the van and ran to join him as they watched the mass destruction of the Mange robot sweeping the plane through adjoining buildings, knocking the buildings down while severely damaging the jet.

“Hey! They're scratching our paint!" T-Bone complained to Razor as the buildings collapsed over them, only to have them pulled out and swung around like a child playing with a toy. All the while, their grip tightened on the jet and the hull had begun to buckle under the stress. “We're gonna be crushed like a sardine can!"

“Not to worry, buddy. I got just the thing to get us out of this mess. Get ready to divide and conquer, T-Bone!" He announced as he pressed a button.

There was a loud, winding groan followed by a loud click, and suddenly, the plane divided itself in two, and both of them zoomed out of the robot's grip. Razor swooped around on one side and fired his weapon; a machine gun mounted on either side of his plane rattled across the massive robot, while T-Bone's half fired a heavy blast of electricity that appeared to cause even more damage. The robot swung its arm and got lucky, backhanding Razor's plane and sending it spiraling out of control, he shouted out as his plane began to spin toward the ground.

“Razor!" T-Bone shouted. “Come'n get me you punks!" He taunted, firing again.

“Oh no! Razor was hit!" Victor exclaimed as the two of them looked up from the ground as the buildings around them had begun to collapse.

“Shit! Vic! We gotta get outta here!" Johnny exclaimed, grabbing Victor by the arm and pulling him to get him to retreat.

Victor looked at the other cat and nodded in agreement as the two began to run from the battle zone; explosions going off around them. In the chaos, Johnny misstepped onto a curb, and his entire foot twisted to one side as he bore his weight down on it, feeling a distinct pop and a sudden flood of pain, he let out a pained cry and collapsed to the ground.

“Johnny! Johnny, you okay?"

“My ankle! Ahh!" He grunted in pain as he clutched his leg and hissed through his teeth. He looked up to see Razor's plane flying down toward the ground. “Vic! Get outta here! Now!"

“Not without you!" Victor exclaimed, grabbing Johnny by the arm and slinging it over his shoulder to help him to his feet.

Suddenly, Razor's plane hit the ground, not a hundred yards from them. It crashed through the ground and sent a ripple of cracks across the asphalt under their feet, and before either of them could escape the damage, the ground collapsed inward and both Victor and Johnny were lost to the shower of rubble and debris now crashing around them as they fell into the pitch blackness of the sewers below the city streets.

Victor coughed from the cloud of dust that had swarmed them as he slowly regained consciousness and pushed some of the rubble off his back. He looked up to see Johnny coming to not too far away and he rushed over to help him, clearing the debris from him as well as Johnny opened his eyes.

“Vic? What...where are--ah!" He gasped and clutched his ankle. “Fuck my ankle...I think it's twisted real bad." He complained. “What about Razor? Is he alright?"

Victor got to his feet and made his way to the wreckage; the plane for the most part was not destroyed, there was no fire no catastrophic damage; and Razor could be seen clearly still strapped into the pilot's seat. He wasn't in any immediate damage and as Vic checked his vitals, he realized that; “He's unconscious...but he looks fine." he said to Johnny, who nodded in response.

Victor made sure that Razor was in a safe position before returning to the injured cameraman and checked his foot through his white sneakers. “Here, let me remove this so I can check your foot." He said.

“Sure." Johnny agreed and allowed Victor to unlace the sneaker and pull it off. He winced in pain, putting his hand on Victor's shoulder as he did so.

Johnny K. wore a plain, white ankle sock; it was nothing really out of the ordinary, but the sight and the smell of those feline digits had already begun to stir something in Victor's pants. He crouched in a way to make it not obvious, but there was no way this was going to last long. He blushed a bit as he began to rub Johnny's feet, the deep swirls of his fingers a long the fabric made Johnny grunt and groan as the soreness in his foot and ankle made his body flinch in response. He clicked through his teeth and rested back against the rubble he'd been sitting against and for a moment there was nothing but the sound of his grunts and the sound of the rubble settling. “That f-feels good..." He said with a whisper as Victor reached his hands up and slipped his fingers under the band of the sock and began to massage the joint more thoroughly. Victor could tell his heart was pounding faster, his face was flushed and on impulse he lifted Johnny's foot to his nose and gave it a good, deep inhale.

The surge of his musk really got his drive going and as Johnny watched, Victor pressed his tongue to the sock, feeling the pad underneath it flex and constrict around his tongue. Johnny was blushing at this, and had grown an obvious erection under his jeans as he spoke again. “Th-that's an interesting technique."

“Feeling better?" Victor asked with a smirk.

“For sure." Johnny said with a smile before using his other foot and pressing it into the prominent bulge of the horse's pants. “Maybe it'd help if you took this shoe off too?"

Victor obliged by unlacing and removing Johnny's other shoe, he momentarily lifted it to his nose and inhaled, filling his lungs with another shot of the man's used footwear as the cat pressed his good-socked foot against his crotch. He couldn't hide it anymore and instead unfastened the belt and unbuttoned his pants, letting the other cat's foot slip over and tug down at his crotch, his toes tightening around his bulge as Johnny pulled it down to his mid-thighs. His foot swept up under the bulge of his balls under his taut underwear and with a push, he could feel precum leaking from the tip, making a bit of a moist mess on his crotch. Johnny's toes spread out a bit, splitting apart around the horse's hidden girth expertly as Victor tried to maintain his treatment and massage the cat's foot. His tongue dragged over the ball of Johnny's foot and then pushed from the base all the way along the arch and over the cat's toes. He slowly peeled it back, like slipping off a subtle pair of underwear and he let his tongue dance along Johnny's bare foot for a moment. He reached down and grabbed Johnny's pants, slowly pulling them off as well and only breaking his nose's contact with the foot in order to discard them off into the rubble somewhere.

To his surprise, Johnny was completely without underwear, his thick cock now resting hard as a rock against his stomach, his rolled back body exposing his firm, round ass and the dark tinge of flesh that revealed his hole was out in the open. Johnny's toes clutched at the waistband of Victor's underwear and he dragged them down, letting the horse's large, thick equine cock spring from its confines into the cool air of the rubbled underground. He let out a loud sigh and couldn't resist leaning forward to give Johnny a kiss.

Surprised, Johnny kissed Victor back passionately; his toes still grasping at his thick cock, his toes getting soaked beneath the sock he wore. As their lips parted, Johnny said “F-Fuck me..." in a trembling voice, his foot reaching around behind and pulling Victor toward him.

Victor blushed, surprised and aroused by such a deep and urgent demand as his cock rode slick along the cat's ass and against his thigh as he fell into him. He lifted Johnny's legs up to rest them over his shoulder and Johnny rolled back some under him as Victor grabbed his own shaft and guided it toward the warm pucker between them. He gasped as he pushed himself forward and drove himself inward, he felt Johnny's body shudder as he pushed past the muscle and penetrated him. Johnny howled out in pleasure, his legs raising over his head as Victor doubled him over and drove into him again. Johnny gasped and panted, trying to catch his breath as his legs were resting on Victor's shoulders. Victor huffed and sniffed the cat's arm pits and dragged his tongue along his pectoral muscles, which were surprisingly large as the cat pushed back. He inhaled and exhaled sharply, pulling Victor in another deep kiss. The horse was impressed with how flexible Johnny was, but of course he was a cat. He shouldn't expect anything less.

“Nnngh...ahhh f-fuck!" Johnny's wording went from passionate to surprised really quick when Victor noticed Razor standing behind him, grinning as the two of them looked at Johnny.

“I see you found a way to pass the time." He said, laughing as he put a hand on Victor's shoulder. “Need a hand?"

“Maybe more."

“What are you two gonna--oh fuck..." Before he even finished the question, Johnny felt Victor lean back slightly and Razor's foot pressed down on his cock. He'd already taken off his boot and his black sock covered it almost completely. It wobbled and throbbed under Razor's sock, Razor smirked and pressed firmly.

“Oh look at this, somebody likes the attention." He said as his toes spread out and pressed harder, warmly rubbing his sock on the flesh with a big grin on his face.

Despite having leaned back, Victor still had plenty of room to press himself deeper and deeper into the cat. He could feel his body twitching from the inside, he could hear Johnny's heart pounding harder and harder and watched as a fountain began to drain from his tip. It began to spit cum forth that splattered on his shirt and onto Razor's sock, finally as Johnny leaned back he let out a cry, his body shaking wildly as he came hard. “Ahhh! Ffffuck!" He climaxed all over his shirt, cum shooting across his chest, splashing his face and bouncing around like a firehose as Razor grinned playfully and wiggled it around with his toes.

Slowing his foot, Razor finally moved it back to the ground while Victor continued his assault on the daze-faced cat. He leaned in, raising Johnny's feet back onto his shoulders again as Razor settled in behind him. Razor's cock was sliding along the covered horse's ass, squeezing his cheeks together under his clothes, Razor's fingers then went up and grabbed Victor's pants, he reached around and finished unfastening him, dropping his pants down to the ground as he grabbed his hips. He tugged back at his own pants and exposed his own cock from underneath as he began to grind it between Victor's bare ass, hissing in his enjoyment. He leaned up and whispered in Victor's ear. “You like living dangerously, don't you?" He said with a grin.

Johnny K. was intrigued by this as he watched Razor and Victor cuddle intimately close over him. “Wh-whoa...Vic I had no idea you were in so deep with the Swat Kats, bro!"

“Oh you haven't seen anything yet." Razor said to Johnny, his grin widening as he thrust his flesh deep into the horse. The force of the entry made Victor gasp loudly and he was pushed hard, falling deeper into Johnny's warmth. Johnny gasped as his legs again were pushed above his head. By this time he'd forgotten all about the pain in his ankle as Razor fucked the horse hard into him. He howled out again gasping as his cock began to rouse itself once again as the pair slammed down onto him.

“OH f-fu-fuck!" He cried out, his chest puffing out and constricting once again as he was impaled again and again by both Razor and Victor now pounding into him. He could feel Victor's heavy balls bouncing against his backside and he winced as Razor grabbed his feet dangling over Victor's shoulders. Their bodies writhing together, Johnny could barely contain himself, he leaned back and felt his cock slide across his stomach, waking up once again after going off pretty hard only a few seconds before, but he couldn't help it. Razor the Swat Kat was playing with his feet, and fuck-driving the thick, hard, equine cock deeper and deeper into him. He rolled his eyes back and moaned loudly, his voice echoing in the small cavern formed from the collapse. He knew they should probably get out of there, and soon. But with Razor trapped down here and not really saying much, he thought he would enjoy a little free time to have fun with them. “T-too bad T-Bone couldn't join us..." He stammered. “Would've made it even hotter."

“Wish. Granted."

The trio looked to see T-Bone descending into the darkness via a dark tunnel from which it looked like he'd been crawling, he stood up and his cock was hard-pressed against his trousers and one of his gloved hands was rubbing along it. “Did you guys think you'd leave me out of the fun?" He snickered as he unzipped his suit just enough to extract his thick feline cock from it and stroke it to its full girth as he approached.

“What about Molly and Mac?" Razor asked.

“Took care of them." T-Bone replied. “And I'm glad I did. If I would'a missed this debauchery I probably would have been pretty mad." He grinned and dragged his cock along Johnny's hungering lips. “You think you can give me a hand?" He asked with a smug grin to the rhetorical question.

As if on command, Johnny engulfed T-Bone's cock and the cat grunted as he pushed himself immediately to the hilt, almost choking the other cat with his girth. But Johnny deepthroated and swallowed the flesh straight down his gullet as far as he could before leaning back and taking a breath. T-Bone purred and pulled Victor toward him, driving him into Johnny's ass even deeper until he was driving to the hilt. “Ahh! Ahh!" Victor belted out as he felt his cock swelling in Johnny's warmth, the stabbing pleasure of Razor fucking him deeper and deeper was almost too much, driving him closer to the edge. He felt Razor's hands work up over his chest, clutching at his buried nipples, the horse leaned back, tossed the hair out of his face and felt it come in hard and fast.

Victor climaxed first, he hunched over madly, his hair trailing along Johnny's stomach as he filled the cat in a matter of seconds, pumping seed in a gallon deep into him. It was enough for both Razor and a second time for Johnny to be pushed over the edge; giving Victor a pretty hefty facial as he came loudly, moaning and purring deep in his throat as he was filled from both angles. T-Bone; who had already been pretty pent up and close, grabbed Johnny's head and thrust himself all the way to the hilt before letting out a roar of his own, cumming hard to the vibrations of Johnny's purring throat, and quelling that purr with a flood of cum. As all four voices echoed through the chamber, the vibrations caused the entire tunnel to collapse even more, letting in a chasm over their heads, revealing the torn up street above.

As T-Bone pulled himself free of Johnny's drenched mouth, he laughed lightly. “Well...whadd'ya know? We really brought the roof down on us didn't we?"

“Think...we can get out that way?" Victor asked as the four of them finally separated fully. He was still trembling and breathing heavy and he helped Johnny to his feet, who winced and hobbled as the memory of his damaged ankle suddenly hit him like a hammer. “Maybe to an ambulance or something?"

“Yeah. I think we can get outta here pretty easy." T-Bone agreed. “I can hoist Johnny onto my back and we can climb up the parts of the plane to get to the ceiling. Now we just gotta explain the mess."

“What me--ohhh..." Johnny realized after a minute, remembering that his clothes, his socks, his face, they were all soaked down with heavy layers of the others' creamy cum. He laughed nervously. “I guess we just got a little carried away. That's all." He smiled.

“Not going to argue with that one." Razor smirked. “Maybe we can do it again sometime."

“I'd be down." Victor said.

“Me too." Johnny admitted. “If...you guys'd have me anyway."

T-Bone put a hand on Johnny's shoulder. “Oh don't worry, you'll be on our elite guest list for when that happens." He said as he grabbed Johnny by the arm and suddenly hoisted him up onto his shoulders.

As the four of them made their way up to the top of the debris pile and out the trashed opening over their heads in the street, they couldn't help but plan in their minds...for their next adventure.

THE END?