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SWAT Kats: Radical Fans

Chapter 1

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Commissioned by chakatBombshell

Author’s Note: All non-original characters are © copyright Hanna-Barbera Productions. The author makes no profit from this work.

“Felina,” exclaimed Callie, throwing her arms around the strong she-cat who’d saved her life and kissing her full on the mouth. “You’ve got no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”

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“Hey,” Felina rolled off nonchalantly, as nonchalantly as she rolled Callie’s clothes off the blonde kat’s body. “All you had to do was ask.”

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Sitting on the couch nearby, T-Bone and Razor bumped fists, but otherwise kept quiet. No sense in interrupting-

Ruby couldn’t keep from bursting out laughing as she read some of the words in her boyfriend’s fanfiction out loud.

“Hey, it could happen,” protested Patrick, giving the brown-haired girl a pouting look. “I mean, the characters were totally meant for each other, and there’s all this erotic tension just a little below the surface.”

“It’s a children’s cartoon, Patty,” Ruby said with a smile that started out mocking, but quickly softened as she looked at the sandy-haired young man she’d grown to deeply like, maybe even love, over the six months they’d known each other. “Sure, it was kind of fun, when you made me sit down and watch it, but all the same, I don’t spend a whole lot of time thinking about what the characters are doing once they’re offscreen and in the bedroom.”

“You did with the cast of Lost,” Patrick accused with an arched eyebrow.

“Yeah, but at least they’re human beings,” she countered. “I just don’t see how a grown man can be interested that way in characters that aren’t even flesh and blood.”

“I guess that’s just the way fantasies work,” Patrick admitted with a sheepish shrug. “It’s not like it’s something all the way rational.”

Rational. Now there was a word over which the couple were already starting to have some issues. Patrick Dehayes was a dreamer, a graphic designer with his head in the clouds, who had a weakness both for reading and for writing fanfiction, especially the sort that fell under what the Internet called “rule 34” stuff. Ruby Mals, on the other hand, was a paralegal, and a darn good one, and she thrived on facts. Sure, she liked a good story as much as the next person – she’d even first met Patrick at a SWAT Kats-themed booth at a local convention, where he’d been there out of near-fanatic interest in the merchandise, and she’d found herself strangely curious about the oddly attractive cartoon cats on display – but for Ruby, the real world was where her fantasies always came to a start and an even more sudden end. She didn’t even have any interest in typical chick flick fare (for which Patrick had to admit he was more than a little grateful), as she’d been through too many rough relationships to let stuff like romance blind her eyes to the realities of how adult relationships really worked, at least in her experience. She hadn’t even agreed to a second date until she’d done a quiet background check on him through some of her contacts, checking his resume and education, as well as his (thankfully consistent) work record and his (thankfully nonexistent) criminal record. Once she was pretty sure he wasn’t some creep in disguise, then, and only then, Ruby had allowed them to take their relationship to the next level. There was no way Ruby was going to let herself end up whisked off on some fantasy romance, no way at all.

“Look,” Ruby said with a roll of her eyes, “I’m going out to get us some dinner. That little Chinese place around the corner. You want anything different?”

“Mongolian beef sounds great to me,” Patrick answered with a sigh, closing his fanfiction and pulling up one of the stray advertising projects he’d been avoiding over the weekend – with his mood killed, he figured he might as well get in some extra work. “See you soon, hon. And love you.”

“Love you too,” Ruby answered, before walking out the door. Sure, she really liked Patrick, but he could be such a kid sometimes. Heh, if kids had fantasies like he did, that is! Sex with talking cats (however hot…no, don’t even go there, Ruby!), the very idea…

*

“Um, Deputy Mayor Briggs?” Felina Feral queried cautiously, doing her best to keep her eyes level with the blonde-haired kat woman’s eyes, clearly visible behind her sharply-angled, black-rimmed glasses, as she unbuttoned her blouse, her suit dress jacket already draped over a nearby couch, the sounds of the tub in her apartment’s bathroom filling loud in the otherwise quiet room. “I’m not sure this is professional behavior. Perhaps I should give you some privacy…?”

“Nonsense, Lieutenant Feral,” the blonde kat answered with a smile at the Enforcer officer in full battle dress, including helmet, standing only a short distance away as she peeled off the blouse, and tossed it casually on top of the jacket, then turned as she began to bend forward, pushing her suit dress’ skirt down, exposing the light pink, lacy panties beneath, which matched her brassier so well. “You know just as well as I do that I’m a target right now, even more than the mayor. That…thing the Past Master and Dark Kat called up during their latest teamup is determined to eat me alive. This is hardly a time for me to be alone, and I couldn’t be in better hands.”

Despite the dire peril of her present situation, Deputy Mayor Callie Briggs didn’t seem in the least bit concerned as she added her skirt, and soon after her panties to the steadily growing pile of her clothing, making Felina’s face turn an even brighter shade of red as her imagination quickly started to run away with her, despite her iron will managing to keep the black-and-white-haired Enforcer woman from letting her eyes stray downward, even for a single peek. Outside the apartment building, the dull roars of the beast were occasionally interspersed with the similarly loud roar of powerful jet engines, and the numerous sounds of explosions and guns. Callie Briggs knew the SWAT Kats were handling the problem, and as long as they were on the job, she felt safe, whatever else might be happening. Of course, it didn’t hurt that she had Felina Feral there with her: Callie wasn’t a lesbian, per se, since she knew perfectly well from prior experience that she enjoyed men, but then, kats didn’t have nearly the same inhibitions that existed in human society. The deputy mayor of Megakat City had always had a strong weakness for heroic types, the sort who could play the role of white knight in a crisis. While the two SWAT Kats, T-Bone and Razor, were the ones who fit that role in Callie’s life most of the time, Felina Feral certainly came in a close second, especially with her almost masculine good looks. Just having a strong, dominant, protective and duty-bound person like Felina around made Callie instantly start to grow more than a little weak in the knees.

“All I really need,” continued Callie, starting to reach around to the clasps of her frilly pink bra, “is a nice, long soak in the tub. You’ve seen for yourself how the mayor runs my tail off, like I was some piece of machinery instead of a woman of flesh and fur.” Callie smirked over her shoulder as, at the mention of the word ‘tail,’ Felina’s eyes dipped downward at last, but almost immediately snapped right back up, her face almost glowing when she saw that Callie had caught her looking, unable to resist fidgeting just a little under that teasing expression. “When I can get it, a good hot bath always relaxes me. Right now, with a monster from another dimension ravaging the city, a little relaxation feels like exactly what I need.”

For a moment, Felina opened her mouth to voice some objection. Soon, though, she closed her mouth again, as her keen ears heard the sounds of the battle between the monster and the SWAT Kats receding in the distance, rather than getting closer, as she’d feared. Maybe Callie was right, and there wasn’t any immediate threat. Maybe it made sense that the hardworking deputy mayor should want to take advantage of her little luxuries when the opportunity arose.

If only she didn’t insist on indulging herself while Felina was right there!

“Lieutenant,” Callie almost purred, drawing Felina’s attention back completely from her momentary reverie. “Would you be a dear and help me get this bra clasp undone? I always have trouble with it, and another pair of hands would really help right about now.”

“Right away Miss Briggs,” Felina answered hesitantly, then gulped down her tension as best as she could, and shouldered the rifle she’d been holding loosely in her hands. This woman was aggravating! All the same, she did just what she’d been asked to do, her hands calm and sure and unwavering, even in the midst of deep inner turmoil. Unlike Callie, who knew exactly what she wanted, Felina had always struggled with her same-sex attraction, knowing perfectly well that she had an androgynous, almost masculine face and build, especially when in her full battle dress, which was most of the time. Because her appearance made so many people simply expect that she would be a dyke, and also because she didn’t want to bring disgrace on her father by promiscuous behaviors, aside from a few minor flings earlier in her life, and one very wild night with the SWAT Kats (and those two always seemed to share everything), Felina had always done everything she could to go out of her way to prove that she wasn’t interested in sex at all, but only in her job as one of Megakat City’s elite Enforcers, the defenders of the people. As long as she did, indeed, focus on her job, Felina didn’t have any problems, all her inner tensions subsumed by the demands of the profession she’d chosen.

Needless to say, as Callie turned around, hands on hips as she smiled at the slightly taller woman, completely unashamed of her nudity, Felina was experiencing a lot of inner tension. When she was dressed for business, Callie Briggs was the single most powerful woman in Megakat City, and the hardest working as well, all her focus on her job, and on the needs of the people of her city. When her work clothes came off, however, Callie’s tensions and inhibitions went with them, and the less clothing she was wearing, the fewer of those inhibitions remained. Right now, standing there next to the door of her bathroom, completely in the buff save for her glasses, Callie quickly decided that Felina Feral would make a nice stand-in for the SWAT Kats.

“You can call me Callie,” said Callie with a pleasant smile, not nearly as lascivious as might have been expected, stepping forward to put a friendly hand on Felina’s shoulder. “It’s all right, Lieutenant Feral: I trust you, and I don’t mind if you watch me. After all, that’s what you’re here to do, isn’t it? Watch me?”

“Not,” Felina got out, her voice tense, before she cleared her throat, and tried again, “not like that…Callie,” she tacked on, her dark eyes showing the conflict she felt inside herself right then. “Not when I’m on duty.” Then her own expression softened, just a little. “But…you can call me Felina, Callie. Even when I’m on duty.”

“Thanks, Felina,” Callie replied, her smile widening a little more as she brushed her hand lightly over Felina’s cheek. “And don’t worry: I’m not asking you to do anything. Just to watch.” She turned, and began to walk toward the door leading to the bathroom, letting her hips sway with deliberately seductive feminine charm. “You don’t mind, do you?” she added, glancing over her shoulder, the first hint of self-doubt in her eyes. After all, for all Callie’s provocative behavior, she didn’t get treated like a woman nearly as often as she’d have liked, and sometimes she worried that maybe she wasn’t pretty enough for others to remember her softer side, the part of her with ‘needs.’

“No, Callie,” Felina admitted, finally allowing herself the slightest of warm, friendly smiles, her eyes meeting Callie’s, this time not because she was deliberately avoiding looking at the rest of Callie, but because she wanted the blonde kat woman to know she was being sincere. “I don’t mind at all.”

*

“It’s banking right!” called out T-Bone, his powerful muscles bunching visibly beneath his snug blue, red, and black flight suit as he adjusted the vector of the Turbokat to match the otherworldly monstrosity summoned by two of the SWAT Kats’ greatest foes. Fortunately, neither the Pastmaster nor Dark Kat were available to add further chaos to the already messy situation they’d caused, because the creature’s first act upon entering their dimension was to banish the evil duo to another dimension entirely, far away from Megakat City. While this meant the creature lacked any controls at all, at least it also meant that the SWAT Kats could focus their efforts on a single threat, rather than several all at once. Which probably explained how they’d been able to keep the creature away from Callie Briggs for so long.

“I’m on it!” Razor answered his partner and best friend, his hands moving like the fingers of a master organist over the banks of weapons controls before him, a row of missiles sinking into the strange, unnatural flesh of the beast, each bursting like the bubbles in slow-cooking caramel. “Anything to keep this thing away from Callie until we can wear it out.”

Once again, Abby Sinian, Megakat City’s curator of the Museum of History, and noted expert on the occult, had come to the rescue. She was the one who’d identified the creature for what it was: a Netherbeast, a creature that, if left to its own devices, could drain whole worlds of their power. However, in order to do so, it had to consume a particular victim, someone to whom it would be tuned during the summoning ritual, and to whom it would be drawn like a seeker missile until it could absorb the hapless victim’s life force. Since the Pastmaster had always had an obsession for Deputy Mayor Callie Briggs, Dark Kat, in a moment of spite for his erstwhile ally, had chosen her as the intended victim. When the Pastmaster found out, he’d flown into a livid rage, and it was during the ensuing fight that the Netherbeast had broken free, trapping its two summoners in a realm far beyond the present dimension. Dr. Sinian had radioed these findings to the SWAT Kats after she’d investigated the original site of summoning (easily located, thanks to the swathe of destruction the Netherbeast had left since its arrival in their plane), along with the beast’s weakness: until it could consume its intended sacrificial victim, it could only maintain its form in an alien (to it) dimension for as long as its powers held out. And if those powers had to be expended defending itself from the attacks of, say, one of the most highly-advanced fighter jets in the world, they would run out just that much faster, sending the creature screaming back to its home realm.

Then, suddenly, the Netherbeast just stopped in midair, defying all laws of momentum, or at least those known in the SWAT Kats’ dimension. Even the Turbokat couldn’t stop like that, and it went hurtling past the monster, even as T-Bone hauled back on the joystick, the air brakes whining dangerously as he changed vector.

“It’s heading toward Callie’s apartment!” Razor cried out from behind the ace pilot.

“I know it, good buddy!” T-Bone answered, curling his lips in determination as they were both thrown hard back against their seats with the g-forces slamming against every atom of their bodies. “But not…if I…can help it!”

Rocketing along one of the side passages between the ships, T-Bone let the engines roar at full afterburn as he raced toward the Netherbeast, parallel to its present trajectory, desperate to catch up before it could reach the queen both he and Razor had feelings for.

“We’re not gonna make it,” Razor said softly, even as he ran through a quick, instinctive weapons check, making sure his systems would respond in the instant when he needed them.

“We’ve got to,” T-Bone answered back, his eyes narrowing.

*

Right then, Felina Feral wished desperately that the helmets of standard-issue Enforcer uniforms included opaque full-facemasks. Then at least she could pretend that she wasn’t staring at Callie Briggs’ gorgeous peachy rump, its curves clearly visible through her short-trimmed fur, even before she’d entered the water. With that long, flowing blonde tail swishing idly back and forth as she knelt in her bathtub, which was almost the size of a hot tub, and sunken into the floor, allowing Felina to look down into it without any obstruction whatsoever, Callie turned off the water before it even reached her waist, or covered the adorable little dimples to either side of that gorgeous tail.

“You’re not a lesbian, are you, Felina?” asked Callie as she scooped up handfuls of water, and let them sluice down over her pert breasts with their candy pink nipples, the sight of those erect nubs enough to make poor Felina’s mouth water.

“No,” Felina answered a little too hastily, making Callie smirk a little before she went to all-fours in the tub, thrusting the perfect, heart-shaped swell of her bottom upward, her tail arching over her back as she quickly ducked her head, wetting down her hair.

“I’m glad,” answered Callie as she came up for air, then started to rub her hands over her body, not leaving her provocative position as the soap already in the water started to make suds on her soft fur. “I’d hate to think you were eying me over, maybe considering pouncing me while I’m naked and helpless like this. Ann Gora and Abby Sinian would have been all over me by now.”

Felina blinked at this new bit of information.

“You’re a lesbian?” she asked, trying to wrap her head around this revelation.

“No more than you are, Felina,” Callie answered with a laugh, now sudsing up her hair as she wiggled her flawless, supermodel tushie back at the poor lieutenant, the snugly-clasped folds of her almost achingly tiny cunny looking so appetizing to Felina right then, it actually hurt to look at them. “The SWAT Kats told me all about that one time while you were on a stakeout together. All three of you were peeping on this cutie in a window near your hiding place, getting all aroused when you realized she was deliberately teasing you, and one thing just sort of led to another.” Callie ducked her head again, rinsing off the suds, then turned to look over her shoulder at Felina with a sympathetic smile when she saw how troubled the other woman was. “It’s all right, Felina: I’ve been in the same situation enough times myself.” Then her smile turned amused, but not in a teasing way; more as though she were about to share a joke. “Razor wanted your tailhole, didn’t he?” She waited until the red-faced Enforcer woman could nod, then giggled. “He’s such a freak sometimes! T-Bone’s big, but he’s predictable, and not all that imaginative. Razor’s not packing as much, but he’s a lot more creative. When they’re separate, they’re all right. Together,” Callie sighed dreamily as she slowly rose back to her dainty feet, and started to step out of the bath. “Together, they’re amazing.”

“Yeah,” Felina agreed breathlessly. “Yeah, they are. But it was…it was only the one time.”

“You’re a career girl, like me,” Callie agreed with a sympathetic glance before she grabbed a towel and started to buff herself off. “Not much time to spare for fun. You’ve probably got even less, considering what you have to do for a living. At least I can usually get some time to myself when the mayor’s out playing golf or hiding from Megakat City’s threat of the week. Knowing Commander Feral, your uncle probably keeps a real eagle’s eye on you whenever you’re not on active duty, huh?”

“That sums it up pretty well,” Felina agreed with a rueful smirk, no longer feeling quite so ashamed of admiring Callie’s beautiful body as she finished rubbing the towel over her supple naked form. “If you’re in the service, and you’re a woman, you’ve got to fit one of a couple roles. There’s ‘Mom,’ but I’m lousy at making cookies, so that doesn’t work for me. There’s ‘company slut,’ but I couldn’t live it down. So that leaves ‘one of the guys.’ I guess I’m pretty good at it. I know I’m the best pilot in the Enforcers.”

“Hand me that fur dryer, please,” Callie asked, her towel over one shoulder as Felina handed her the requested item, before she started blowing out her hair, artfully brushing it as she did so. “Good thing I only use a light soap, rather than some of that deep clean stuff, or I’d have to get another fur perm just to keep from going all to fluff,” she added with a giggle, before her expression turned serious. “Your way of life sounds pretty lonely, Felina.”

“It’s not so bad,” Felina replied with a shrug. “I mean, it could be a lot worse. As it is, I’ve got the respect of my peers, and that’s worth a whole lot. So I don’t have a man in my life. So what? That option was pretty much off the table the moment I entered the academy to become an officer.”

“Or a woman?” Callie rejoined, setting the dryer and comb aside.

“Especially a woman,” Felina answered, finally looking away from the blonde kat. “Whatever I might feel, one way or the other, about sex with my own sex, or the opposite sex too, the moment I start having sex, and people learn about it,” she shrugged, “that’s the end of the respect I’ve worked so hard to earn. That’s why I felt so awful when you told me the SWAT Kats shared what we’d done together.”

“They figured it was only fair,” Callie rejoined, starting to walk slowly toward the other woman, her expression friendly, open as she deftly picked up her glasses from the table where she’d set them on entering the bathroom. “While we don’t exactly have a ‘relationship,’ we’re a little more than casual lovers, so they thought I should know if they slept with someone. A little light probing, and pretty soon I was learning some pretty juicy details.” Now Callie was just a little closer than Felina really found comfortable. “What they told me,” the blonde woman continued, placing a gentle hand on Felina’s still-clothed chest, “was pretty exciting.”

Right then, Felina Feral was putty in Callie Briggs’ hands, and she knew it. Without meaning to, she’d let down all her defenses, discarded them the same way Callie had discarded her clothes. The way the gorgeous blonde kat carried herself, made herself so likable, so personable, so approachable, so desirable, was nothing like anything Felina had ever faced before. As they’d talked, she found herself growing steadily more attracted to Callie, until now, she wanted to be seduced. And Callie Briggs was more than happy to comply, letting both kat women fulfill all their dirty fantasies with complete discretion. After all, Felina was still scheduled to be with Callie for hours yet, even after the present crisis ended. They had more than enough time for whatever might happen in those long hours.

What did finally happen, however, was anything but what Felina or Callie planned or wanted. Instead of Felina being tumbled out of her clothes and into Callie’s bed, they both went tumbling as the weird tentacles of the Netherbeast ripped right through the wall of Callie’s bathroom!

“Stay behind me, Callie!” Felina yelled, her automatic rifle snapping up as she started to fire, pumping round after round into the sanity-taxing monstrosity before her. “Come on, you otherworldly SOB! Come and get some!”

At the same time, the roar of the Turbokat’s engines could be heard from behind as the creature hesitated, finding an unexpected – and surprisingly well-armed – obstacle between it and its intended sacrifice. This wasn’t like anything the extradimensional horror had ever had to deal with before! Normally when it appeared on mortal planes, the puny creatures cowered in fear, or started screaming as their minds snapped. They didn’t start firing back!

Obviously, a new approach was necessary to counter this new threat.

As bullets sank into its twisted flesh from Felina’s rifle on one side, and Razor pumped packs of mini-missiles into its unnaturally flexible hide on the other, the creature stretched out its tentacles wide, its entire grotesque mass starting to glow, and then to tremble like an out-of-focus movie.

“What’s it doing?” T-Bone and Felina exclaimed almost at once, even as the pilot of the SWAT Kats team slowed the Turbokat, firing retro-rockets to slow his approach toward the unknown factor that was the Netherbeast.

“I think it’s summoning up some sort of energy for an attack,” said Razor, using his radio channel so he could be heard by Felina as well as T-Bone, since both he and T-Bone could see Felina through the hole in the apartment building wall…her, and Callie just beyond, a distractingly shapely pink blur in all the excitement. “We’ve got to keep pouring on the hurt!”

“Can do!” Felina snarled, yanking a grenade from the combat webbing around her chest, and lobbing it with such force, it sank right into the pulpy flesh of the horror – a fortunate thing, since its explosion was muffled by that flesh, keeping the blast from hurting her or Callie. At the same time, Razor poured on the missiles, shifting up to buzz saws and octopus missiles, as well as the high-octane shocks of scrambler missiles, which seemed to actually hurt the creature, rather than merely annoy it, as most everything else seemed to do.

“We’ve got it on the run!” crowed T-Bone as he saw the creature starting to waver against the fabric of reality. “Keep it up, Razor! Don’t let up on that slimy…”

Before T-Bone could finish, he, Razor, the Turbokat, Felina, and Callie had all vanished from sight, as had the Netherbeast. All that remained was the hole it had left in the wall of Callie’s apartment.

*

Fast reflexes were just something Ruby had been forced to develop back when she was in highschool, and doing her best to avoid the bullies that used to push her around. Luckily for her, when the mortar and masonry started to come raining down on the sidewalk that evening, those reflexes were still quite effectively in place, and she hopped nimbly under the overhang of a ledge on the nearest building. A car’s alarm started to blare as a brick slammed into its hood, but when what appeared to be a good part of a wall landed on the rest of the vehicle, the alarm abruptly stopped. Fortunately, there weren’t that many people around on that side street that evening as, suddenly, a Thing from right out of nightmare appeared, filling Ruby’s vision, making her mind shudder to its very roots. No way…there was just no way…

“Are you all right, Callie?” came a voice from nearby, and Ruby spun, blinking as she came back to herself, the appearance of two women out of nowhere helping her to focus on something besides…well, it was best not to let her mind drift back in that direction.

Wait, women? What sort of women had ears and tails and…fur? They were cats! No, Ruby soon amended as she got a closer look, blushing as she realized one of the two figures was not only naked, but very attractive, rivaling some human supermodels: these were kats.

Realizing that, somehow, Patrick’s favorite cartoon characters had come to life right on a street in her city made Ruby’s mind reel almost as much as the Thing burbling above as it started floating downward, tentacles extended.

Rockets suddenly tore through the night, and the kat with black-and-white-shot hair – it was Felina Feral! – opened up with the gun she had in her hands at the same time, her expression set, determined, fearless. Even facing a horror that Should Not Be, the gutsy Enforcer didn’t back down for an instant. That expression only deepened as a tentacle wrapped around her middle, her jaw tensing as she was squeezed tightly in that powerful appendage, too tightly to be able to hold onto her weapon, which clattered to the ground.

“It’s got me!” she yelled, and Ruby saw that there was the microphone of a radio extending from her helmet, made almost invisible by its coloration being nearly identical to the black strands of her hair extending from the helmet. “Finish it off before it gets to Callie!”

“Negative!” came a response Ruby could just barely hear (she’d gotten closer in her excitement at seeing the impossible, something she only now realized). “We can’t risk you, Felina!”

Something welled up inside of Ruby, then, and the chestnut-haired woman rushed forward, letting the bag with her boxes of takeout drop to the ground. Without even thinking, she was scooping up the gun Felina had dropped, screaming at the top of her lungs as she opened fire on the Thing that had grabbed one of her boyfriend’s biggest cartoon crushes. Vaguely, Ruby was aware of Patrick’s voice in the background, and realized that he must have heard the commotion outside, and come to investigate. After all, she’d almost been home, and Patty was the conscientious sort, always worried about her, always trying to go out of his way to do nice little things for her. Now she knew that, if she was in danger, he’d throw himself into harm’s way in order to protect her. Unfortunately, she only found out about her boyfriend’s protective streak in the moment that the Thing dropped Felina, then lashed out with its tentacle to grab Ruby! At the last minute, just when she’d braced herself for impact, hearing the gun click in her hands as the bullets ran dry, Patrick was there, arms extended, something clutched in one hand.

“Leave her-urk!” he tried to get out, only to have the wind knocked out of him as he was wrapped in the same bone-crushing grip that Felina had experienced moments before. Unlike Felina, however, Patrick had been holding his arms out, leaving them free to act as the tentacle wrapped around his middle. And now Ruby could see what it was he had in his hand: it was the Taser he’d bought for Ruby a year ago, and which she’d never used once. Now he slammed it into the tentacle, sparks crackling as he threw the juiced-up shockbox into overdrive, well beyond its factory specs. Patrick had tinkered with the thing, of course, and though he’d voided the warranty, the shock he delivered to the monster was enough to make it shudder, thrusting its tentacle out from its body, Patrick jerking wildly as the Taster started to smoke and then burned out.

In the moment the tentacle was extended, giving them a clear shot, the Turbokat launched a buzzsaw missile, which shredded its way right through the tentacle, letting Patrick drop to the street. As the SWAT Kats closed with the beast once more, Felina, Ruby, and Callie all converged on Patrick at about the same time. When she’d joined the two kat women, Ruby suddenly realized: whatever made up that monster’s body, it had melted right through Patrick’s clothes! Felina’s too, as well as her body armor, she realized an instant later, before a flush spread across her face as she couldn’t resist looking over the well-proportioned, muscular body and tight, taut, toned abs and smallish, dark-capped breasts of the she-kat Enforcer. Looking at Felina was about as hot as looking at Callie, and now that Ruby could see the gorgeous young Deputy Mayor up close and very personal, she had to admit: the view just kept getting better.

“I’m all right,” Patrick was saying as he got slowly to his feet, not quite realizing that both kats were staring at his groin, now quite exposed after his clothes were destroyed by the beast. Ruby just thought he was lucky he hadn’t been wearing any clothes he really liked at the time. “C’mon, we should get inside before…” And now Patty noticed, Ruby thought with a light smirk, his eyes going wide as he looked down, then hurriedly moved his hands before his dangly bits. “Just…just c’mon!” he stammered out, leading the way as fast as he dared into their apartment.

Outside, as they watched through the window, the SWAT Kats wove and whizzed through the air and around the multi-limbed horror. Again and again, the night was rent with explosions and gouts of flame or hisses of ice as Razor (Ruby remembered that he was the weapons specialist of the two-man team that piloted the Turbokat) let loose his entire arsenal, and T-Bone kept them always just one step away from the lashing tentacles of the Thing, never quite letting it touch their jet.

Then, just as suddenly as the fight had started, it ended, as the beast from beyond was engulfed in an all-encompassing light. The light was so bright, everyone looking through the windows of Patrick and Ruby’s apartment had to shield their eyes, while the SWAT Kats veered off, putting the body of the Turbokat between them and the searing rays the creature was giving off. In an instant, however, the light snapped off, and in its place…was nothing.

The creature had worn out its welcome in that dimension, and been flung back to its ghastly home.

*

“That’s just incredible,” said Patrick, dressed in a loose cotton robe as he sat on his computer chair, wheeled out into their main room so he could talk to the four SWAT Kats characters now sitting in his apartment, sipping the catnip tea Ruby had made for them (health nut that she could be sometimes). “But,” and now he frowned, “how will you get home?”

T-Bone had set the Turbokat down in a nearby abandoned lot, with a high wooden fence around it, before Razor had activated the jet’s passive cloaking field. The field could last for days on solar power alone without draining the onboard battery, and it would make sure that even if someone bothered to peek through the fence, they wouldn’t see anything more interesting than what would look like minor heat distortion. All the same, even with that major worry dealt with, T-Bone, Razor, Callie, and Felina looked very unhappy at the question Patrick had just asked.

“We’re really not sure,” admitted Razor as he set his nearly empty mug aside, filling the role of spokesman (or spokeskat in this case), since he was the closest thing the little group had to a science guy right then. “If we’re lucky, maybe we’ll end up going back home as soon as we work off enough energy, the same as the Netherbeast. If not…”

“You’re welcome to stay here for as long as you need,” Ruby chimed in, letting her better nature speak before she considered the consequences. “I mean,” she amended, her cheeks flushing, “since there’s not really anywhere else you’ve got to stay here.”

“The place isn’t big,” Patrick admitted, giving the apartment a rueful once-over as he rubbed the back of his head. “But what space we’ve got, we’re happy to share.”

“Do you think you could share a shower?” Felina said, half-grumbling as she hugged the too-tight and too-short bathrobe Patrick had gotten for her as close to her body as possible. “That monster left slime all over me.”

Ah yes, the bathrobes. Patrick had swiped the bathrobes in the house, specifically the ones being worn by himself, Callie, and Felina, from various hotels he’d used in his many business travels, and while they were fine for answering the door if you were interrupted by a salesperson or something, they weren’t much use for anything else. As it was, Felina had to keep her legs pressed tightly together as she sat on the couch just to avoid flashing everyone there! While Callie wasn’t quite as bad off, since she wasn’t as tall or muscular as poor Felina, just like Felina she was sitting on her bare bottom, the heart-shaped curves of her buns clearly visible every time she leaned forward even a little. While Patrick and the two male kats in the room didn’t seem to be able to see anything from where they were sitting, Ruby, standing behind the bar that separated kitchen area from living room, couldn’t help but look down and admire the contrast between the rumps of the two women. Callie’s was trim, tight, and smooth, like a plump, ripe peach. Felina’s, on the other hand, were also tight, but the smooth, powerful muscle could be clearly seen, those tense glutes filled with powerful, explosive energy just waiting to be unleashed at a moment’s notice.

“Sure,” said Ruby in answer to Felina’s question. “Just follow me, and I’ll take you to the bathroom.”

“I’ll follow along,” said Callie, getting to her feet with a light wink at the boys still in the living room. “If we’re going to be here a while, I think I’d like to get to know the place a little better.”

As the three women walked from the room, all three of the men watched quietly, not saying a thing until Ruby shut the bedroom door behind them. Then Razor looked at T-Bone, and Patrick looked between the two kats, and all three of them heaved a long, wistful sigh, before they burst out into laughter.

“Can’t say that I blame you for looking at girls from our world,” T-Bone confided, leaning back in his chair and hooking his hands behind his head. “I mean, Callie’s smoking hot, and Felina…well, she’s not a bad looker at all, and she can keep up with even me when we’re out on missions. Gotta respect a lady for that kind of kickbuttedness.”

“What I don’t get,” Patrick admitted with a sheepish grin, his cheeks flushed, “is why you two would want to look at Ruby. I mean, wouldn’t she be sort of like…a hairless ape or something?”

“She’s a lot better looking than the apes where we come from,” Razor confided. “I guess it’s because our bodies aren’t that different from yours. I mean, mine and T-Bone’s eyes probably go to the same places yours do,” and now it was Razor’s turn to look sheepish, “especially from behind.”

“Kinda weird not seeing a tail, though,” T-Bone admitted. “Fluffy tails like Callie’s ‘n Felina’s are really nice to watch for us kats. Especially for Razor: he’s a real tail man,” he added, nudging his smaller friend in the ribs with a knowing grin, while Razor rubbed the back of his head self-consciously.

“Um, I guess I need to get this out right now,” Patrick finally said as soon as he heard the water starting to run in the bathroom. “I’m, well,” he looked around hesitantly, while the SWAT Kats traded a confused look, and then suddenly stood up and went to the cabinet where his entertainment center was housed. A short look later, and he returned with a DVD box, which he handed over into Razor’s outstretched hands. “I’m your biggest fan.”

Blinking in confusion, T-Bone and Razor looked at the box, which had a cartoonized version of themselves, posing dramatically, while the Turbokat was positioned behind and above them in an awesome splash shot. Razor flipped the box over, and they both traded another look as they saw themselves, and Callie too.

“Huh, no Felina,” T-Bone quipped as he took the box and opened it, pulling out the card with the list of episodes. “Probably shouldn’t show this to her, I think.”

“Probably shouldn’t show this to anybody,” Razor amended, shaking his head in disbelief. “These are our missions! It’s like a big highlights reel of our whole careers! And…” then he blinked again, dawning realization apparent on his face, even with the mask still in place, and he and T-Bone traded a look before they turned their attention back to Patrick. “You know who we really are, don’t you?”

“Chance Furlong,” Patrick said, nodding to T-Bone, “and Jake Clawson,” he added, giving Razor a similar nod. “Sure, everybody who’s ever seen your show knows who you really are. But here, you’re just cartoon characters. Nobody believes that you’re real.”

Razor got to his feet, taking the DVD from T-Bone’s hands, and went to the entertainment center, quietly slipping the box back into place, and shutting the cabinet. He returned to his chair, and sat, facing the sandy-haired human with folded arms.

“Don’t ever tell the girls,” he said with finality, even as T-Bone folded his own arms and gave Patrick a similar look of stern seriousness.

“Hey,” Patrick threw up his hands defensively. “I’d never do that to you. Like I said, I’m your biggest fan! I’d do anything for you guys. Anything.”

Now the SWAT Kats traded another look, this time with a shared smirk on their faces.

“Anything?” T-Bone asked meaningfully, rising from his chair and starting to walk toward where Patrick sat, naked save for the terrycloth bathrobe.

“Uh, yeah,” Patrick said, his eyes shifting between T-Bone, who was circling around behind him, and Razor, who was leaning forward in his chair, his fingertips steepled as he grinned toothily at the human guy in front of him. “I mean, if I can do it for you, that is.”

“I think you can,” Razor reassured Patrick, even as T-Bone’s strong hands closed on the human’s shoulders, fingers kneading into his somewhat slender-yet-toned flesh. “In fact,” he added, getting to his feet as well, “I’m sure you can.”

“We owe you, kid,” said T-Bone, his fingertips now slipping beneath the robe, parting it, slowly exposing Patrick’s trim musculature, toned from careful exercise, mostly running and calisthenics, the sort of stuff he could do without a gym membership. “You put yourself on the line for Callie and Felina. That’s worth a lot in my book.”

“B-but,” Patrick stammered, “I mean, you’re both kats, and I’m a…and this is all happening kinda fast…and I’m in a committed relationship with Ruby…” Then he looked down shyly. “If…if you’re implying what I think you’re implying, that is.”

“Lot of rejection growing up, huh?” Razor asked sympathetically, lightly chucking the young man under the chin. “Yeah, I went through that, too.”

“Not when he was around me, though,” T-Bone boasted, grinning widely as he watched Razor untie the belt of Patrick’s robe. “With me as wingman, we always scored, every single time!”

“Huh,” Razor and T-Bone said at almost the same time, as the shorter SWAT Kat stroked open Patrick’s robe, both their eyes widening at what was revealed to them as T-Bone pulled the robe down and off Patrick’s arms, then tossed it aside. “Guess you really are our biggest fan!”

“Guys, seriously,” Patrick tried to protest, though he didn’t seem to be able to muster up the physical strength needed to actually push Razor away as the other man knelt between his legs, his three-fingered hand wrapping around the swiftly-stiffening member there. “I mean, I did some things back in college, but I’m totally in love with Ruby.”

“Totally committed, huh?” T-Bone said teasingly, extending his claws just enough to rake them gently across Patrick’s naked chest. “Yeah, probably. We won’t force you to do anything you don’t wanna, Pat. But there’s something you really oughta know about your girl Ruby.”

“Bet you didn’t know she liked girls,” Razor picked up where his partner left off, one hand continuing to slowly stroke the smooth human penis before him, while the other went to the side of his helmet, tapping it lightly. When he touched a tiny stud, the blank white of his eyepieces turned red. “Infrared,” he explained, then tapped the button again. “We couldn’t resist taking a peek when the girls went into the bathroom. Turns out, they’re saving some water.”

“Taking a shower together,” T-Bone continued, running his muzzle across Patrick’s neck, and into the crook where neck met shoulder, making the human shiver all over, then gasp sharply as T-Bone sank his teeth lightly into the tender flesh there – a mating bite! “And more’n that, too,” he added, before licking the spot he’d bitten. “When Callie’s in heat, we knew she’d probably try something like this, and that’s why we were watching her through the walls.”

“That’s when we decided to move in on you,” Razor admitted, glancing up at Patrick’s face, before turning his attention back to the human’s penis, obviously fascinated with its appearance, so different from the feline cocks he’d seen before. “C’mon, you said you were our biggest fan. Well, here we are, in another world, getting shelter and protection from these strange, exotic,” he grinned toothily up at Patrick, “really sexy alien creatures, all smooth and really sensitive, never knowing quite how long we’re gonna be here.”

“We knew right away you were checking us out,” T-Bone added, claws now tickling Patrick’s chest and belly as the sandy-haired man breathed hard in the chair, unable to think anymore as the revelation about Ruby quickly wore down what little resistance he’d been able to muster before. “Well, I knew, anyway. I’m the guy who does social stuff, but Razor’s really good at reading my body language. Comes from long years in the same cockpit…and ‘pitting’ each others’ cocks,” he added with a chuckle.

“I knew it,” Patrick gasped out. “I just knew you were having sex! You worked together too well…you had too much chemistry for anything else!”

“The kid knows his stuff,” chuckled T-Bone, leaning over Patrick’s shoulder. “Never figured we’d turn out to be stars in an alien universe. Why don’t you show him that thing Callie taught us, Razor? Just to make sure he stays our biggest fan when we get back home.”

Patrick only had a few moments to register that T-Bone had said “when” and not “if,” indicating the big kat’s continuing optimism, before Razor was dab-dabbing his rubbery raspy tongue in tiny flicks right at the junction of the sandy-haired human’s frenulum. Then he was leaning up and over Patrick’s circumcised glans, swirling his tongue around the underside of the human’s corona, before flickering his tonguetip into the yielding meatus, where a bead of precum was already forming, and then returning to the frenulum, flickering his tonguetip at just the right spot, until the muscles of Patrick’s belly and butt were tense – his whole body was tense right then! – as he fought with all his might to stave off the inevitable, doing everything he could to focus on something besides…besides…

“Ease off there, Razor,” laughed T-Bone, reaching down to give the shoulder of his partner a pat, which did, finally, encourage the smaller SWAT Kat to pull his muzzle back, though he did continue to stroke Patrick’s shaft, albeit at a much slower pace than he’d been using his mouth, enough that Patrick was able to start cooling down a little, without losing interest entirely. “You always wanna go straight for the jugular! Not a bad trait for a weapons hotshot like you, of course, but when you’re giving a blowjob, you’re supposed to take it slow, easy, not rush things. Just like Callie does with you and me.”

“Sorry, T-Bone,” Razor said with a sheepish grin. “Guess I got kind of carried away. This guy’s face is pretty hot when he’s on the edge.”

“Here,” T-Bone offered generously, leaving his position behind Patrick and kneeling beside his friend and partner. “Let me show you how.”

Right then, Patrick’s cock wasn’t the only thing getting blown: his mind was, too. Both SWAT Kats, his childhood idols, were going down on him! And doing a really good job of it, too…ooh! Where Razor had been all about some awesome technique, but was eager to get to the meat of the matter – Patrick’s orgasm – until he’d been stopped by his partner, T-Bone wasn’t so creative, or hit those heavy pleasure points as hard, but he knew how to make it last, to take his time as he engulfed the human’s smooth penis in his muzzle, and started to bob his head, making sure to twist a little, so as to put a little bend in Patrick’s shaft, adding just that much extra stimulation.

“Slow and steady,” Razor said with an insightful nod. “I can see where it has its place. But that’s the kind of oral service Felina gives. That was really fun and all, but I liked Callie’s way better.”

“Callie was always a lot slower than you, buddy,” laughed T-Bone, coming up for air, then blinking as Razor took the opportunity to dip in and take Patrick’s cock back into his muzzle. “Oh, that’s the way you wanna play, huh?” he added with a laugh. “All right, fair enough. But I’m not the sort to lose easily.”

Grabbing the back of his head in both hands, Patrick watched, wide-eyed and gape-mouthed, as T-Bone started slurping on his balls, while Razor worked up and down his shaft. Then T-Bone muscled in on Patrick’s cock, and it was Razor’s turn to lather up the human’s sac…until the smaller of the two SWAT Kats worked his muzzle a little lower, and little further back, to Patrick’s anal crevasse. With a soft gasp, Patrick’s hips arched, and he almost jerked right out of his chair, before T-Bone’s powerful hands were on his belly, pushing him back down, then reaching around, grabbing his buns, kneading them, squeezing them firmly. Once again the feline males switched places, the action smooth, the transition almost unnoticeable until the difference in their fellatio styles kicked in, as T-Bone’s tongue plowed into his rosette, stretching it firm and rough, while Razor nibbled with almost ferocious zest up and down Patrick’s heavily-leaking cock.

“Guys,” Patrick gasped out, his throat almost seizing up too much for him to say anything at all. “Guys, I can’t…I’m gonna…”

Trading a glance, and a pair of truly predatory, sexy, sharp-toothed smiles (the sight of which was almost enough to make Patrick pop right then and there), T-Bone and Razor both started licking up and down the human’s meaty shaft, before latching onto the glans from both sides. Razor’s three-fingered hand pumped the rest of Patrick’s length good and hard and fast, while T-Bone extended his middle finger, and squeezed it, nice and slow, into Patrick’s tense tush, before giving it a twist at just the right angle.

Too much! It was just too much! Patrick gasped as his whole body started to jerk and convulse, unable to stop his hips from bucking as he came! But the SWAT Kats were there, slurping up every drop of cum, and greedily taking turns sucking on the tip of his prick to try and coax out even more. With T-Bone’s finger in his butt, pumping and working right along with the oral stimulation, Patrick’s whole body was spasming as though he’d grabbed a live wire until, suddenly, it really was just too much, and he collapsed limply into the chair, utterly spent for the time being.

“I have to admit,” said Callie with a slow golf clap, “that was really hot.”

All three males turned their heads, even Patrick, though he was still panting like a dog, his chest heaving from how much the SWAT Kats had taken out of him. Standing there, right at the place where the kitchen turned into the living room, was Callie Briggs, Felina Feral…and Ruby, all three women as naked as Patrick was. Ruby seemed just about to say something in an angry tone, something accusatory, except Callie turned her head to give the human woman a look over one shoulder, arching an eyebrow. Immediately, Ruby’s face flushed, and she shuffled her feet, her moist thighs pressed together.

“Yeah,” she finally admitted. “I guess it was.”