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“SpyKats"

It was a dark and extremely stormy night as the civilians watched from below as chaos erupted from one of the tallest buildings in Megakat City; some dastardly villain had broken in and destroyed several biology labs on the one hundred fiftieth floor of the skyscraper, and despite attempts to intervene from Commander Feral and his squadrons, the Swat Kats too had made an unscheduled appearance, circling the building with their jet, scouring out who or what may have been involved.

“Goddamn it Jake it's like looking in a fishbowl out here! The rain is too much!" T-Bone growled as he piloted around the building. “Do you got 'im yet?"

Razor stared into the visor that was mounted against the console, his eyes inches from it as he stared through the scanner as it flooded the building with varying degrees of thermal sensors and image scans. “We don't even know who it is." He said. “It couldn't be the Metallikats or Dark Kat, they're currently either dismantled or in prison..."

“C'mon Jake. You know who it is!" Chance growled, waving his hand around wildly. “Who else would break into this building's biology labs?"

“Ho-hold it! I got something..." Razor said as a green line of light appeared, pulsing against the cameras as though there were no internal body temperature to register. But he moved around quickly, almost snake-like as he raced up the stairs. “It's Viper! And he's... he's got something."

“I fucking knew it!" T-Bone exclaimed as he looked out the window. “Where's he heading? I'm gonna cut him off!" He jerked the steering column and turned the plane on its axis.

“Whoa! Hold it bud. We don't know what he's got on him. We better be careful. He's heading toward the rooftop."

“Well we're soon gonna be on top of that snake!" T-Bone grunted as he realized what he'd said. “Well--I mean..." He groaned before sending the plane upward almost vertically, snapping the VTOL gears up into the jet formation and skyrocketing themselves up toward the roof.

“Hey!" Razor exclaimed, grabbing the pilot's seat. “Easy buddy! We don't want to crash!"

“You kidding? You are talking to the ace number one pilot in Megakat Ci--" His voice trailed off as he looked out to see Viper standing at the edge of a broken window staring out over them.

“Grah! You two again! I'll show you!" He flung his coat back and pulled out a vial of a strange, greenish liquid. “I'll have my swamp back you maniacal felines!" He roared as he hurled the vial toward them.

T-Bone and Razor recoiled instinctively as they watched the glass sail across the gap between them and the building, shattering liberally against the hull of their plane. “I forgot what kind of crazy he was!" Razor exclaimed while T-Bone took his hands from the controls.

“Well I hate to tell you but he's the least crazy one right now!"

As Razor looked, the consoles had been overwhelmed with vines now rapidly growing from the mess left behind by the vials shattered against their hull was now being invaded with thick vines that had broken through the windows and were now webbing their way into their controls. As the plane veered toward the building, T-Bone grabbed Razor and the pair collided with the sky scraper.

Below, Victor watched with baited breath as this unfolded, his heart pounding as he realized that his friends were in some real danger But in the time it took them to crash into the building until worry began to set in, the entire crowd erupted into cheers and whistles as T-Bone appeared in the front doorway of the building, covered in bruises and sweat and carrying Viper slung over his shoulder. He smiled and blushed as the crowds cheered and congratulated him. Their eyes locked, and casually T-Bone motioned toward the alleyway as Victor pondered what he meant. He turned to see Razor's shape vanishing into the alleys beyond the building and quick to escape without notice, Victor made his way toward the alley and just as he reached the seemingly dead end and made his way down it while T-Bone distracted the rest of the public from his disappearance.

“Yes, yes. I don't know what you folks saw, but I captured Viper single-handed!

Chance's voice faded as Victor headed down toward the edge of the alley, as the path opened up, the horse's eyes lit up, he grinned a bit as he saw Jake leaning against one of the walls, wringing out the drenching wet of his mask. He winked as he looked up at him.

“I tell you, they don't make fabrics like they used to." He teased as he chuckled. “I tell you if that sprinkler system hadn't gone off like we did we'd be looking a lot gre--mmph!"

Jake didn't have a chance to finish his sentence as Victor thrust his mouth into his own in a deep passionate kiss. Jake's eyes rolled back as he returned the favor, his breaths hard and heavy as he grabbed Victor by the rear and pulled him closer. The taut sensation in his uniform very apparent to the bulge now forming down the horse's pant leg. Their tongues locked together as Victor eagerly pressed into him for more, pinning the cat against a wall before releasing his lover's lips and staring deep into his eyes. Victor leaned forward and nipped the cat at the base of his neck, his fingers trailing down the cat's legs. “You know what I want." He said with a bit of a growl.

Jake's smile widened a bit his eyes wild and wide as he looked at the horse. “Well go on then..." He said as he leaned back a little further, taking the weight off the front of his feet as Victor crouched down to his knees and grabbed Jake's foot, lifting the boot off the ground he could already smell the musky, sweaty, wet sock within and in half a second he was sliding it off exposing a plain white sock. He watched as Jake wiggled his toes within and the sight of it made his heart race.

Quickly, Victor took advantage of the digits and wrapped his lips around the end of the Kat's socks. Jake huffed a bit and pulled his mask on, reaching down and stroking the horse's beautifully white colored mane. “Oh yeah. I know that's what you like..." He admitted in a husky whisper as he felt the heat of Victor's mouth washing over his already wet and sweaty socks. He let out an airy laugh of pleasure feeling Victor's tongue now work down the center of his foot from heel to toe as he worked him over. Victor shoved his face into the base of Jake's foot and inhaled sharply, exhaling loudly as he pulled open his own pants and began to stroke himself through his underwear. He could feel his slips catching along the fabric of the cat's socks, his tongue roaming over every square inch of it. His tongue soaking it even more. Reaching his hands up, he eagerly pulled at Jake's belt and opened it up. He lifted his shirt and tugged down, dragging the cat's pants down as he moaned in pleasure, his hips bucking as the horse's fingers tightened around the outline of his flesh, his precum soaking his underwear as he pressed down even harder. The sensation made Jake shudder and moan as he reached down and pulled Victor's face flush with his foot. “Oh f-fuck...Vic... oh god... ahh..." He could feel the top of Victor's head brushing at his crotch while his mouth and tongue continued to work with his foot. He nodded his head, adding to the friction as he could feel his precum dripping from his flesh and pooling at the bottom of his underwear now.

Victor didn't relent, he continued to devour Jake's offered toes, one hand grabbing the cat's crotch while his own rubbed against the inside of his underwear. The smell was overwhelming, the taste making him insatiable. He pressed his tongue harder into the fleshy end of Jake's foot, his teeth grazing the fabric now as he huffed.

“I-I'm gonna... hnnn!" Jake didn't leave much warning before he suddenly began to explode in his underwear the sudden wet pool now spreading over, squishing against Victor's hand as he released deep into his underwear. Jake's body shook as he tossed his head back in a loud gasp.

“Hmm huff huff huff--NNH!" Victor also gasped and grunted, spilling his own seed into his underwear. It cascaded down his thigh and began to drip out of his underwear, spilling onto the street underneath him. “Oh yes... yes Razor..." He panted just above the tone of a whisper.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to either of them was the strange, hooded figure three stories up looking down at him. Razor's eyes opened and he gasped in surprise. “Wh-who is that?"

“What?!" Victor roared as he looked up to see the figure stand up and quickly jump out of sight. “Hey! Hey you! Stop!"

Victor and Jake both scrambled to their feet, pulling at their pants to close them up again before bolting in the direction that their strange stalker had vanished. Each ran, hearing the sound of someone escaping on foot through the alleyway and as they turned the corner, both stopped to stare at a dark brick wall. A dead end. Razor glared at the wall and looked up to where it ended at the top. There had to be a gap of about three inches parting the wall from the late afternoon sky to the overhang above. He looked at Victor and Victor returned a glance of confusion. “Who...the fuck?"

***

“I don't CARE what your excuses are, Steel! I only care about results!"

Jonathan Steel ducked as Commander Feral launched a drinking glass at him. It hit the wall and shattered, showering him in a light rain of it. He sniffed and stood upright, brushing his shoulders off of the debris, his demeanor relaxed, but his nerves were on fire beneath he surface. “Ye-yessir! I understand that but..." He grunted as Feral grabbed the tie he wore and pulled him closer, his breath washing over Steel's face as he blinked and looked into his boss' eyes.

“But nothing! You and your team made us look like incompetent fools! How is it that we cause more damage and chaos than those idiot Swat Kats who come flying in all cavalier on civilian safety and thrust themselves into a fight that doesn't belong to them? How is it your enforcers can't do something without causing an incredible amount of destruction in their wake? Are you trying to make us look bad? Are you trying to trying to make those vigilantes come out as the heroes? Are you trying to disrespect me?" His eyes narrowed at Steel's shocked face.

“N-no! Not at all! Commander, you know we always do our best...but that Doctor Viper--"

“Viper is an incompetent villain, Steel." He said pointedly digging his claw tip into the man's nose. “And you... you lead the most incompetent...inept...destructive team I've ever seen in the history of Megakat City! What have you to say for yourself?"

“Well I--"

“Shut it!" Feral snarled angrily, furrowing his eyebrows with a sigh of frustration. “You have... ONE more chance to prove that you aren't a complete screw up. One more opportunity to show to me that you are capable of...of SOMETHING more than just being an absolute screw up! GET OUT OF MY OFFICE!"

The roaring from Feral's angered shout was enough to send shockwaves through the office as Steel scurried out and slammed the door behind him. Feral groaned in frustration as he fell back into his chair and gave a sigh of frustration. “I can't believe this... first the SwatKats... and then..." He groaned, narrowly missing a mysterious shape in the door that vanished as he looked at it in confusion.

“One more screw up and you're done..."

Feral's voice echoed through Jonathan's mind as he left the headquarters, jutting his hands into his pockets, he walked across the glistening moist street and made his way downtown. He didn't go too far from his work when he wanted to relax, but there were also the nights that he just needed to get away from it. He walked sixteen blocks from the station, checking over his shoulder every couple of minutes to make sure that no one he recognized would be following him. He let a sigh out of his nostrils as he crossed another intersection and made his way down an adjoining alley. He hadn't realized he was being trailed and as he made a secretive knock on one of they lit alleyway doors and the sounds of the club he was seeking entry to opened to the night air. He didn't take note of a strange, cloaked figure snapping photos from the entry of the alley. He moved inside and made his way through the crowd of mostly-drunk men, he found a large man with tiger stripes that he was all too familiar with and grabbed his collar, pulling him in for a wet and lewd open mouthed kiss before slowly parting their lips. “It's your lucky night." He purred. “I've had an extremely shit day, and I need someone to take it out on. You game, handsome?"

“For you? You always got the cash and I ain't gonna complain about that." The tiger grinned as Steel led him into one of the back bedrooms contained within the brothel.

***

It happened before he even knew it. When Jonathan returned to work the next day his desk was already packed and his personal items were tossed haphazardly into a singular box. He'd stormed into Feral's office, demanding an explanation and with an emotionless, callous stare, he turned on a video monitor showing Steel not only a customer of an illegal brothel, but also fucking the ever-living stripes off one of its employees. He didn't know how this video recording had gotten into Feral's email, and Feral wasn't having any of it. Firing him on the spot. The Enforcers had been his livelihood for fifteen years, and now he was out on the street trying to piece his life together.

“Man, can't help but feel sorry for the guy..." Victor said as he poured the man another cup of coffee, talking to Jake sitting at the counter of the coffee shop he worked at. “I mean he's always been a pain in the butt to you guys, but Feral really crossed a line firing him." He looked around. “Hey where's Chance? I thought he'd be here?"

“Oh he had some extra shifts to pull at the yard. He'll probably be by eventually..." Jake's eyes scanned to the door. “Wow, creepy guy at two o'clock."

Victor turned to see a man hidden under a heavy black coat and hood enter the shop. He looked toward Steel at his table, then toward Jake and Victor at the counter. He slowly made his way toward them. “Frozen green tea." He uttered, snapping Victor to work. As he waited for his drink, he made his way over to the table that Steel was at, he'd put his coffee aside and was staring out into the rainy afternoon. The man slid a small brown envelope across the table, prompting Steel to pick it up and read it. As the hooded man returned to the counter, Steel looked through the envelope which turned out to be several photographs. Steel's face grew more and more pale under his fur as he flipped through them one after the other after the other, his panic growing into anger as he threw himself at the hooded man, slamming him into the counter and nearly making Victor shriek in surprise and drop the drink he was delivering.

“You son of a bitch! Who are you?? What is the meaning of this?"

“Oh you don't want to do that, my friend. Not if you want to even work in this town again." He threatened with a chuckle before looking at the surprised horse and cat. “And you two? Hah...well I doubt you'd want this slipping out either." He said as he handed Victor another envelope. Victor's eyebrow perched and he opened the envelope, revealing his and Jake's back alley fun a few nights before. “That is... unless you want Commander Feral to realize that you're actually Razor."

Razor too blanched and looked at Steel, who glared at the hooded man. “I couldn't fucking care less who he is!" He shouted as he grabbed him by the collar. “Who the fuck are you?"

“Someone who can help you get back in with your career." He said as he drew his hood back and instantly Jonathan recognized him, that brown hair, the lighter brown fur. He blinked for a moment as if gathering intel in his head.

“Randall?"

“You know this lunatic?" Victor scoffed.

“I used to."

“Wait a minute..." Jake added, catching on board. “You were that photographer for MegaKat Geographic! But you went missing months ago."

“Well I'm afraid that was a different version of me. Like Victor here I just sort of...appeared here three weeks ago. But it was plenty of time for me to set this little party up. And now that we're nearly complete...

“You grow some muscle? You look a little more ripped than before." Steel added, rubbing his chin.

“Yes, yes. I've been told that before. Everyone's always so quick to judge me for that. Sue me."

“Heh. I dunno, looks kind of good on you." He admitted with a grin.

“Well well..." Randall turned to look at Jake and Victor still looking over the photographs in their envelope, admittedly the sight of them climaxing in that alleyway getting them a little more than worked up. “I think it's about time you closed up shop for the night, wouldn't you agree Victor?"

“My boss is going to haaaate that." He replied semi-facetiously as he slipped under the counter, sporting a not-too-subtle erection as he approached the door and flipped the sign over, locking it. “Let's take this to the break room." He said with a subtle flick of his tail. “We've been refurbing it for comfort...I think we'll be able to have some fun back there." He said as he lifted the bar leading back to the kitchen.

As Victor, Jake and Randall made their way toward the back, for a moment Jonathan stayed sitting at his table, only glancing up as Randall cleared his throat in his direction. “If you are seeking a direction...and employment in your life, I would suggest you come with us, Steel." He said with a smirk as he continued back toward the door just adjacent to the counter area.

As Steel got up, he looked at Victor, passing him as he walked into the back himself.

The room they entered was immaculate dark red wallpaper and paint lined the large area which had seating toward the back windows, foosball and pool tables toward the center and a large, island kitchen off to the side. As their feet touched the plush,velvety dark carpeting Jake let out a whistle. “Wow, this place is even better than my rumpus room at the garage!" He exclaimed as he felt Victor's hand wrap around his waist and pull his body close, their lips mere inches apart.

“Well I do hope you like it. I designed it myself." He grinned before thrusting his lips into Jake's, making the cat grunt in pleasure as their lips plunged together.

Jake's claws wound down Victor's back, his hand sliding under the back ties of the apron he wore and straight down the back of his pants feeling the cheeky horse's underwear within as a jockstrap with no backing to it. He pulled his lips from Victor's and grins. “Oh, cheeky horse." He purred as he grabbed Victor's pants button and pulled it apart, letting them fall to the floor. He then led Victor from the fallen pants and pushed him playfully over the large plush couch nearby. He saw the bright green of Victor's underwear, and Jake couldn't help put lean in against him, pushing his arms back over his head as he began to trail down the coffee house apron until his lips reached the base, he dragged it aside and pressed his nose right into the wet pouch on Victor's front. Victor let out a moan and gasp, feeling the cat's thick, blunt nose press against him, following the snake-like appendage as it stiffened up, wetting the inside of his underwear, creating a thick pool of heat that dripped through it.

Meanwhile, Steel grabbed ahold of Randall, proving that his newfound muscle means little to him as he pinned the man against the wall, biting and growling as he nibbled along the man's neck, holding an arm up against the wall as he grew more and more consumed with his lust. “Fuck yes... take it cat. Take it."

Randall gasped and grunted, his thick cock pressed to the front of his briefs like an animal trying to escape. He puffed his chest out and Steel ravaged it with a growl, tightening his lips around each of the other cat's nipples trying to get him to hold still. “Oh yeah fuck yeah, just like our version of Randall." His voice slivered out of his lips as he caught his saliva, redoubling his efforts at Randall's every reaction to the responsive touching. He growled and his hand pushed down the front of the cat's pants, grabbing hold tightly on that impressive package he was carrying. Steel's voice hitched and his tongue ran roughly along the edge of Randall's neck only after a few moments realizing that Randall too was groping him. His hand having slipped down and unzipped him as well His fingers trailing neatly along the lines of his cock before tightening at the base, squeezing Steel's nuts firmly as he defied the man's dominance by leaning up and nipping at his lip. “Come on now, how do you know this wasn't exactly what I wanted?"

Steel's shocked expression spoke volumes as Randall suddenly grabbed him and spun him, pushing him against the wall. His face passing within a millimeter of the other cat's face, purring as their lips touched. “You sure you want to try and dominate this fire, Jon? Because I won't make it easy..." His hand stroked down Steel's length, feeling it throb, feeling it jolt against the fabric of his underwear as he pressed against him with a grin, his grip tightening, feeling the pull of his briefs as he stroked him through them. He inhaled sharply, taking in his scent as his free hand pulled his shirt up over his head, the contact breaking for just a moment before he put his massive bare chest against Steel. Jonathan's eyes widened, he hadn't realized how buff this new Randall was under his clothes. This was almost a completely different man, aside from the glasses perched now at the tip of his nose, he was practically unrecognizable now. His eyes widened and he tried to wrestle control back only to have the pair of them crash onto the large couch.

“Ha!" Steel shouted triumphantly, landing on top but as soon as he felt Randall's hands needfully grab at his ass, he froze.

“Just what we wanted." He said with a wicked grin.

A pair of hands grabbed at Steel's pants and he looked back to see Jake standing behind him, his tail flicking wildly as he grabbed the cat's waistband and ripped downward in a sudden, violent motion that split them apart at the enter, revealing his tight briefs clung to his body. Steel's face went white hot and Jake dragged the back of his underwear down, groaning with a sigh of pleasure as he plunged his face into the worn cleft. His tongue dragging up the rough fur along his ass until meeting the dark pink pucker. Randall smiled in delight at the cat's expression and his grip on Steel's crotch tightened, making him shudder. His hand slowly stroking back and forth, feeling every pulse over every inch he touched. “That's it... nnhhh." Randall groaned as he felt his boots slip off his feet. Looking down he noticed the horse had removed both of his boots and was now huffing the scent wafting from them. As Victor's hands released the empty boots, he grabbed Randall's full sock with one hand and began to drag his tongue along the base of his foot. Randall felt like laughing ticklishly at the sensation, his toes flexed and extended again and again enjoying the sensation of the heated fabric clutching at his toes as it was dragged across his feet.

Victor didn't stop there, he used his other hand to pull off not one but both of Steel's hiking boots, which he quickly tossed to the side alongside Jake's discarded boots. Jake was already without his shoes and his feet were by far the sweatiest. As Victor angled Jake's feet to his face he felt their dampness against his nose and began to nibble liberally along the curve of his toes, nipping gently on each claw tip he encountered. Jake clutched his feet and partly grabbed at Victor's face with it, enjoying that heated blast of air from the horse's nostrils. The sensation getting him harder and harder by the moment as he continued to eat the cat out in front of him. His licks sounding lewd as they echoed through the depth of the room. Turning his attention toward Steel, he was overwhelmed by how worn they felt on his tongue. It was as if he'd had these socks for years and they only seemed to stretch out near the ankle lengths. He tugged at them and still enjoyed the sensation of the fabric that clung to his teeth as he pulled it up tighter. He returned to Randall's more ripe-smelling feet and continued to lick at his heels and toes while then moving to Jake's less pungent but more wet feet. His throat let out a very horse-like nicker and he indulged, occasionally dipping his head up into the other cat crotches directly above him.

“Y-you... sonova..." Steel said trying to sound gritty and determined, but Randall knew better, swatting the cat's bare ass with a hand before sliding his hand between them and drawing back the band of his underwear freeing his wet, dripping flesh. As he dragged it back and began to glide it along the length of his cheeks, Steel said nothing.

“Mmm that's it..." He purred lustfully as he lined himself up, and with a hard push, positioned Steel on top of his cock, causing him to slide in like butter as Jake pulled away. Jake too unfastened the button of his pants, bringing his own flesh out and began to prod at the penetrating flesh.

Steel glared back at Jake, who had once been his subordinate. Shocked now that he was actually a Swat Kat it seemed far more intimidating to have him do this. “D-don't you dare!"

Jake grinned wickedly. “What, you're not the boss of me." He said as he felt the draw of Randall's cock pulling him in and suddenly he thrust, causing both cocks to drive in deep, making Steel yowl madly as he took them both. “Ahh- n-not anymore..."

As the pair of them began to work up a rhythm, so was Victor, who was still enjoying sticking his face into each of their socks, he had grabbed ahold of Jake's sock again, rubbing his face into it for a moment before switching back to Randall's socks and craning his back up so that his thick horse cock dragged along the warm, wet socks that Jake was wearing. He was already on edge, his body was trembling he began to moan, to press himself into that digit, to feel it tighten around his shaft, causing it to produce copious amounts of pre that only added to the smell filling the room.

“Nnnnrahhh!" Victor bellowed first, suddenly cumming hard and sending a spray like a fountain over his head as each consecutive pulse splattered across his chest and stomach.

This set off a chain of events as Jake climaxed in a tremble of lust, pumping his own seed deep into Steel's rock-hard ass. The shockwaves sent Steel over the edge as well and he came, his seed shooting almost straight up into the air covering all three of them in a storm of white. Randall growled and bit his lip before cumming last, his orgasm flooding the cat's canal, forcing Jake to eject from his hole and causing it to spill wet like a waterfall over Victor's probing face.

Soon their combined climaxes began to settle down, Steel collapsed on top of Randall breathing heavily. He chuckled and winked at the other two. “Thanks for the help guys." He said. “And as for you, Steel, I was able to get your job back by explaining your recording was actually an attempt at an undercover sting operation and that you were under my orders to do it. Feral expects you back in the office tomorrow."

“All that...?" His voice choked off in surprise. Randall smirked knowingly.

“Just make sure that if you do go back to work with him whatever you know about me stays a secret." Jake warned. “Or else we'll make sure he doesn't believe you were working under any kind of cover."

“Deal..."

Jake looked at Victor who looked all distraught. “What's up?"

“Man at least you guys got off all scott free and everything but look at this mess! How am I going to clean this up?"

THE END?