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“Sock Kats"

Megakat City was supposed to be a new start for Victor; a fresh life away from where he used to live. Some place large, full of dreams to be fulfilled, of new people to meet. Even just a way to get away from his family for a while before he had to go meet up with them for the next holiday season; but this was not the case. He'd only moved in yesterday, spending three months having to run back and forth between his job and home over two hours away, and his time here had already been well worn out by the time he got off his work He wanted to be an actor, but the luck was tough and talent agencies were even tougher. After spending three weeks in emails back and forth, the one agent who had decided to pick him up thought they had been speaking with someone else. For the time being, he had continued a menial job at a coffee shop as a barista. All he did, all day in and all day out was take orders for coffees; smile pretty and wave at all the customers who might in their right mind actually return to their little shop one day. He was more interested in keeping his head down, watching for acting gigs that might come along , and try not to die of boredom in this city. He had to make it big; he knew he could do it if he only had the time and the money to do it.

It was raining today; a fitting weather change, since the last week had been completely clear and sunny until his arrival the dark brown horse with the white mane of hair walked down the avenue to the parking garage he'd left his car in this morning, only for a pair of headlights to come speeding up to him. He stopped and turned to see Jenny from work standing at the door as he approached.

“Heyyy Vic. Huge short notice but I'd love you forever if you can do it. My boyfriend Kurt wanted to take me out tonight." She giggled and whispered. “I think it might actually be the night." She emphasized. “But old Krieger has be stuck at work for another four hours! Could you please, please help me out and mind the store? I'll make it up to you, I promise."

“Oh come on, Jen." Victor sighed, his white mane flicking over his eyes for a moment before he brushed it back. “The bosses rode my back to give me three twelve hour days this week on top of my normal schedule! There's no way I can..." He looked into her sad, kitty-cat eyes and saw his own reflection reflecting back at her. “N-no way I can..." He groaned, giving up his battle of wills to the woman who still owes him for two more of these “last minute" emergencies of hers. He sighed and forced himself to put on a smile. “Ssssure...why not it's not like I had sleep to do or anything like that." He said with a soft shrug.

Jenny let out a squeal of excitement and embraced him. “Oh thankyouthankyouthankyou Vic! You are the best! I'll let the boss know to expect you, and I promise I'll make up for this."

“Sure." Victor replied, sounding wholly unconvinced. “I guess I better head back."

“Oh. here." She said, handing him a scorching pink umbrella to carry back to the shop with him.

Victor merely shrugged off the gesture. “No thanks. I think that's defeated its purpose by now right?"

She looked at the umbrella, then smiled innocently. “Oh, right. Well. Thanks again!" She then started back toward the car, and turned back for a moment. “Really." She said with a serious tone. “Thank you Victor, you've made me a happy lady today."

“Go on before I change my mind." Victor said, shooing her onward.

As Victor arrived back at the shop, he was wet, dripping onto the floor as he walked through the swinging door and into the back. He went to the locker area and changed into his uniform again, wringing out his clothes so he can actually put them on later. He made his way out to the stations only to find that he was the only one up front. His large feline boss Frank walked by, slammed a sturdy hand down on his shoulder as he made his way out. “Hold down the fort, Vic. Call if anything breaks."

“Ho-hold on, I'm the only one here?"

Frank stopped. “Yeah. It's the night shift; close up at ten, clean for the next morning shift and make sure to lock up when you leave." He said as he walked out the door, leaving Victor alone. Victor sighed in frustration as he watched the first customers enter.

Four hours felt like a full shift as the nightly flood of customers just kept coming and coming; then after locking up at ten, it took him nearly a full hour to get the shop cleaned and restocked for the next day. By the time he was done and was headed back toward the garage again he was exhausted. The rain had stopped, but the stormy weather still loomed overhead, his white hair was dangling down over his eyes as he looked down on the sidewalk, as he walked. It had been a very, very painfully long day and he was just looking forward to getting home and crashing for like twenty hours.

As he entered the garage, he could hear the sound of metal banging and he looked up to see that his was the only car on this level of the garage, and that there were three men standing over it; they had crowbars and various tools, and to his surprise, they were trying to break into it. “HEY!" He shouted suddenly without thinking, making the three men jump in surprise and look at him. “What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

The men looked at each other, and then one brandished a knife. “Your wallet! And your keys! Give them up."

“Hey, hey come on guys. I've had a really...really rough day." He said, putting his hands up lightly. “Do you really have to do this?"

“Come on. Out with it." One of them shouted, angrily slamming the windshield of the car and causing it to shatter.

“Hey! I just paid for that!"

The man approaching him grabbed Victor's collar with one hand and stuck the knife to his face. “And you're going to be paying for a lot more if you don't start cooperating!" He threatened angrily.

Victor took a step back, he had no want to cooperate with these thugs and he glared defiantly at the one holding a knife to him. He grabbed the man's hand and twisted it over, making him yowl in pain before delivering a kick to his face and knocking him to the ground. The other two were quickly on top of him, tackling him to the ground as the third one regained his footing and ran over, giving him a solid punch to the face. Victor shouted in pain, even being a horse, he wasn't strong enough to take on all three of these guys at once; but he managed to shrug them all off of him in a last ditch effort to run. But one of them grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled him backwards. “Help!" He shouted loudly as he was pulled in the opposite direction and flung into his car a few feet away. He grunted, putting a hand over his chest, his face battered and bruised as the three of them approached him again.

“Oh, you're going to need help, alright." The leader said, punching his hand into his palm. “Help to the hospital!" He charged toward Victor, his fist flying to meet him in the face again.

Victor winced, but realized the punch didn't land, he looked and saw that something had wrapped around the cat's wrist. They both looked at it as it suddenly went taut and the man screamed as he was dragged up into the air, in his place a brown-furred cat came down. He was dressed in a blue and red jumpsuit with a black mask over his face, black fingerless gloves holding onto a device that seemed to be attached to the pulley that had dragged the thug upward.

“Well, you know what they say. You shouldn't help anybody unless you can help yourself." His weight had dragged the thug up to the ceiling and he'd collided with a bit of force, the thug grunted and went limp, without a moment's delay he released the cord and the cat then dropped like a sack of flour to the solid concrete pavement with a thud. The mystery hero dusted his hands together and looked up to see the other two thugs approaching the both of them. “Oh, well, it looks like they want to play too." He said before placing his fingers into his mouth and letting out a sharp whistle.

Suddenly a much larger, more yellow colored cat dressed in a similar outfit appeared from behind them, he grabbed their heads and without hesitation, smacked them together. The sound that echoed through the garage was more like a pair of melons being knocked together and the two of them sank to the floor together. “I guess they were...headed into danger..." He quipped with a laugh.

“T-Bone..." The smaller cat chided.

The bigger cat rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry, it sounded a lot cooler in my head." He looked at the horse. “Holy crap, you're pretty beat up. Are you okay?"

“You--you guys are the Swat Kats?" Victor surmised.

T-Bone and Razor looked at each other, then back to him. “Yeah? Not a fan?"

“Are you kidding? That was awesome! I mean I've only heard of your last minute rescues and--" He groaned as he looked at how trashed his car was, it looked like the thugs were already making good damage out of it before he even arrived. “Aw man, my car? It's trashed! And I just put in a bunch of repairs too!"

“Couldn't you just get another one?"

“T-Bone..." Razor urged the bigger cat. “How bad is it?"

“Pretty bad." Victor admitted. “Windshield needs replacing, looks like they ruined my tires, got into the engine...I don't even know if this thing will turn over." He leaned in and tried to turn on the sedan, but the sound merely turned and would not start. He groaned and rested his head on the steering wheel. “This has not been my day."

“Well, listen." Razor said, approaching Victor and putting a hand on his shoulder. “I...well...we know a couple of mechanics that could help get this thing fixed up in a jiffy."

“I couldn't afford anything like that. I'm just working at a coffee shop right now..."

T-Bone stepped in. “Oh don't worry about all that, they owe us. It's time to call in a couple favors, wouldn't you say, Razor?"

“Abso-catting-lutely." He said as he pulled out a card and jotted something down on it, handing it to Victor. “Now, this is their address. We'll take it on over to them tonight, and you can go by tomorrow to check on it, we'll let them know to expect you."

Victor sighed and smiled in appreciation. “Thanks...you guys. I mean it's just amazing to meet you, you don't have to do this..."

“Well we want to." T-Bone said, smiling in delight. “Consider it a Swat Kat Special. Okay?"

Victor went home after, politely declining a ride home in the Swat Kats' infamous black jet. He'd had trouble sleeping, intrigued by the Swat Kats and by these mechanics they were entrusting with his car. He closed his eyes and in an instant the sun was rising again. He had gotten dressed and gotten ready to head out before noon. His phone rang, it was his work; he ignored it, it was his day off and he was going to take full advantage of it. He wasn't going to cover for anyone else today.

He came to the address given to him by Razor at twelve o'three on the dot. “A junkyard?" He expressed a mixture of curiosity and some disappointment at the stacks of junk piled everywhere. As he walked up to the gate, he realized it was locked, he pressed the call button on the side and after a few moments someone answered.

“Yo. Megakat Junkyard, you don't want it we'll, take it!" The voice sounded like he was in the middle of eating food.

“Oh hi, yeah. My name's Victor, I think you guys got my car to work on last night? By our...special friends?"

“Special friends? Oh you mean the AMAZING Swat Kats don't you? Yeah! Yeah we got it! It ain't done yet, not by a mile but we got it."

Victor breathed a breath of frustration. “W-well they told me to come by and--"

“Oh yeah. Come on in, we can chat."

There was a loud buzzing noise and the gate began to slide open on its own. As he stepped through, the gate closed slowly behind him and he walked toward the house-like shack on the other side of the yard. The door opened as he approached and out came a burly yellow cat; he was dressed in a gray tank top shirt and black pants and greeted Victor with a smile and a friendly wave. “Oh, hey there! You're Victor, right?"

“Y-yeah!" Victor replied looking at the cat's boots and then his biceps as he reached out and shook his hand.

“Name's Chance. C'mon in."

The pair entered the house and Chance piled himself onto the couch. “Here, take a load off, I'm just waiting on my partner to get back with some parts and grub, and we'll get to working on your car. Shouldn't take too long to fix once we get started. It was beat to all hell though, what happened?"

Victor seated himself on the couch next to Chance. “Some punks last night decided to try and break in. I interrupted them, but thankfully the Swat Kats came by and got my ass out of trouble."

“Oh yeah? Where they as cool as I heard? Especially the big guy T-Bone?" Chance asked curiously.

“Definitely! I mean I'd heard about the Swat Kats. Commander Feral doesn't like them much, but they're really cool."

“Yeah. That Commander Feral can eat a dick. I mean they put themselves on the line every night to keep the city safe and he still thinks they're the threat? Seriously."

Chance thunked his feet up onto the couch, dropping them onto Victor's lap, he could smell the odor coming off of them, like he'd spent hours wearing them. A musky aroma that briefly touched Victor's nose was quickly taken away as Chance realized what he'd done. “Oh, sorry about that. I'm not used to anyone else sitting there."

“No problem, I mean...did you want me to move?"

“No, no. It's all good. I don't see you bothered by it, anyway." He smiled. “You don't mind me sticking my funky feet on you?"

Victor shook his head, trying to hide the blush under his facial fur. “Consider me your foot rest then." He managed to say, and immediately felt embarrassed by it.

“Cool." Chance said, almost sounding indifferent as he returned his eyes to the running television.

Victor's blush continued to burn in his cheeks as he turned to nonchalantly watch with Chance, but soon enough he could feel the cat's boot adjusting slightly on his lap, pushing still firmly against the bulge of his jeans and he could feel himself getting hard underneath. After a few 'accidental' bumps, Chance's foot came to a rest on it and he glanced at the horse. A sly smirk on his face. “Oh, hello? Someone's getting a little excited there..."

Victor panicked for a moment. “I-I didn't I mean...I'm not..." He brushed his hair back with his hand, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

Chance had moved almost instantly so he was sitting on his knees and his nose pressed firmly against the horse's nose. “Oh, I'm not worried about it. It just means we got a special client doesn't it?" He asked as he pushed Victor back against the couch, his hand finding the shapely erection now pushing up against the leg of the horse's pants. “And shit, you're packing too..." He grinned and clicked his tongue looking back into Victor's eyes. “Nice." He grinned.

“Okay, Chance it wasn't easy but I had to choose between hamburgers or pizza for our takeout this week and--oh, hello what's this?"

A brown cat had come in from outside; he was smaller, and a bit lankier than Chase, but he had the same greasemonkey jumpsuit and sported a backwards baseball cap, his arms were loaded with at least six pizzas and a couple of canned six packs dangling off his fingers as he spotted Chance within a quarter inch of Victor's face, his hands groping a rapidly swelling erection. “Oh, heyyyy Jake" He looked at Victor. “That's Jake, he's the other half of our team." He cleared his throat and looked at the other cat. “Jake. This is Victor, he came in about the car; you know, the one the Kats dropped off last night?"

“Ohhh THAT Victor. I gotcha." He said as he put his cap on the hook and tossed the boxes of pizza on a nearby counter. “Well, it looks like you two are having a good time?"

“Well ye-yes...I mean no..." Victor replied in shock, a bit nervous over the sudden intrusion. “I-I mean we were just talking and..."

“It was my fault, I was resting my feet all over his lap when suddenly something needed to get out of his pants. I was just...erm... checking the goods?"

“Checking the goods? Is that all our customers are to you these days, Chance Furlong?" Jake said as he approached the horse, and without a warning, he removed Victor's left shoe, exposing the moist, somewhat worn out sock on his foot and Jake leaned in closer, lifting the foot in his hand. “I like to think of them as a delicacy." He said, passing a wild glance to the horse before he began to drag his tongue up the bottom of Victor's foot.

Victor let out a gasp and...if he were a real wild horse, he probably would have let out a whinny, but instead he huffed and pushed his hands against the couch, half expecting this to be some lewd fever dream as he felt the rough feline tongue as it dragged over each and every fiber of his sock, pulling up on it slightly as he went from the base of his heel, right over the arch under his foot and up to the toes. He watched as Jake gave a long, alluring breath as he reached the end of his journey and slowly lifted his tongue from the fabric, turning to Chance. “You see? You make 'em feel it." He smiled at Victor. “Do you feel it?"

Victor was still at a loss for words a moment, almost trembling as he felt the warm saliva Jake left behind, still cooling the base of his foot. “Oh, I feel it."

“Oh. So you mean something like this?" Chance asked, removing Victor's right sneaker and bending down to greet it with his tongue.

“Oh god..." Victor thought as Chance grabbed his ankle for a turn.

Chance's tongue was more forceful than Jake's. It pushed against the heel of his toe and the catches on his tongue working over the fiber actually began to drag his sock a little bit toward him. Chance didn't break eye contact with Victor, reveling in the response from the horse as he slowly worked his tongue wetly along the sock, coating it more thoroughly than Jake did with its rougher touch. By the time he'd reached the end of the horse's toes, there was a very visible spot in Victor's jeans where he had been unable to control his precum leaking through.

Jake winked at Chance. “Say, why don't we take this whole thing back somewhere we won't be disturbed, you like that idea Victor?"

Victor wasn't sure what he'd said, but only felt himself nodding as the pair effortlessly hoisted him up and walked him through the living room, and into a small hall leading into the bedroom. There was a large bed sat near the center of the room, against the far wall that they dropped him onto, and while Jake continued to practice at sniffing and licking on Victor's feet through his socks, Chance grabbed the horse's shirt and pulled it off with ease, the feline kissed him, his breath smelling a bit like his own sweaty feet as he brought his hands to the horse's chest and downward, he began to play with the shape of that horse cock through the pants, which at this point it was straining hard for release, he inhaled the scent of Victor's sex and lapped warmly at the stain rapidly spreading as precum was still trickling from his cock. Chance smirked at Victor, still groping him under the denim.

“Say Vic, I've always wondered how you horses keep your cocks in underwear?" He asked.

“N-Not very well..." Victor said, trembling. Mostly it's just to help keep from getting too chaffed when we're not hard, we're definitely the growers of the animal kingdom. We get hard, they're useless..."

Chance smirked and continued his journey down, his teeth lightly nipping, and his tongue swirling over the impression of Victor's toes on his sock, he slowly curled his tongue around each of them; one-at-a-time pulling them into his mouth, suckling them and then releasing them. As he reached the end of that, he again began to drag his tongue along the sole of Victor's right foot as Jake reached the top of his left and began to suck on his toes in the same way, their tails swaying in sync like a pair of metronomes in the darkness.

After what seemed like an eternity, Chance reached up to unbuckle Victor's pants. Standing up revealing that he was hard as a rock, his own flesh pushing against his jumpsuit. Jake was probably the same way too. “W-wait..." He huffed, stopping Chance from unbuttoning him. He looked confused until he saw the wild look in Victor's eye. “B-before you do that, let me return the favor?"

Jake and Chance looked at each other and grinned; helping Victor off the bed as they laid down side by side, their booted feet stretched down until they were nearly off the bed. Victor started with Chance's right boot, pulling it off and getting the overwhelming odor of sweat and sock funk, it hit him like a brick and almost made him fall backwards, but instead he thrust his head forward, meeting his nose to Chance's red-toed gray sock and dragging his tongue over it. He could feel the base of his foot twitch as his long tongue wrapped around almost the entire girth of his foot in one swooping twirl. He went from heel to toe slowly, meticulously and as he reached the end, he moved over to Jake's left foot. His boot was a little shorter and easier to pull off, revealing that he was wearing a pair of almost neon green socks underneath. His smell was more subtle, but no less pungent as the wave of funk hit him too. It was intoxicating, almost like taking in a bouquet of a fine wine. Jake's feet were more like someone who spent less time on them, while Chance's smelled like someone who reveled in his funk, like he'd been on his feet since the day he was born and those feet were sweaty as all-get-out. He returned to Chance's other boot and decided to indulge himself by removing both of their remaining boots together since they were next to each other. The smell that hit him was a strange combination of the two of them and he couldn't help but lean in to lick on their socks from this angle together. Chance did not have a matching sock on his other foot, this one was gray with a gold color on the heel and toe; he probably dressed in the dark and thought they were the same. But it didn't matter, the smell was still there. He licked his tongue up one foot, stopping at the toe before switching to Jake's foot and going the opposite way, sucking his toes through the sock before working his way down it. He pressed them together on his face and inhaled sharply as his nose dragged down the soles of both. He went from one to the other like he was in a candy store, and this was making him harder and harder the whole time.

Finally with a gasp of relief, he removed his face from their toes only to find that the pair had already gotten their mechanic suits halfway unzipped. He stood and helped to unzip them further, and held his arms out to help the pair stand. He finished unzipping both of them and one at a time he helped them slide out of the suits, Jake was in a pair of tighty whities, the thick impression of his cock leaving a clear slick that trailed down the front. Chance's was a little less obvious as his black boxer briefs concealed any stain until the horse gave him a good, solid grab, feeling the wetness on the fibers between his fingers as Chance loomed toward him with a wild grin. The pair stepped out of their suits, both in nothing but their underwear and socks. And then it was Victor's turn; he unexpectedly found himself grabbed by both cats and together they unfastened his pants and dragged them down. He had a brilliant, gold-colored pair of boxers on. Not like the boxers even mattered as his cock bounced into the air from the leg of his underwear. Much to his embarrassment. “I uh...hope that didn't take your eyes out..." He said blushing.

Chance grinned wildly and grabbed the horse's cock, placing it up to his lips. “Are you kidding?" I been wanting to try this thing out since I first saw you." He said as he eagerly wrapped his mouth around the warm flesh and slowly began to push his lips back along his length. It throbbed and Victor moaned as it slid down Chance's throat with some ease while Jake leaned into Victor and gave him a deep kiss.

“And I've been meaning to try something else out." He said with a smirk as he and Chance pushed Victor over onto the bed. He fell face down, but he wasn't completely on the bed, his cock dangling down for Chance to continue to suck on, Jake drew back the waistband of Victor's underwear to reveal his round equine ass, and with an eagerness, Jake spread the horse's cheeks apart with his hands and began to slide his tongue along the cleft, pushing it against the muscle of his hole and pushing inward.

Victor gasped at the attention to his ass, and that caused a splash of warm precum to drain into Chance's waiting mouth, he engulfed it eagerly and grabbed hold of the horse's massive balls, pulling his lips even closer to that flesh as he tried to swallow every inch. Even with the muzzle adding depth, he still couldn't get Victor's entire length into his throat, only making it about three-quarters up before having to tap out and pull back for a breath. Jake's continued ministrations on Victor's ass made him look back and see how his erection was straining against the fabric of the underwear, almost threatening to tear it in two as he began to slip it down his hip, revealing a thick cock that almost defied his smaller stature. Victor wanted it in him, his hips pushed out and he pulled Jake's face closer, almost suffocating him with his ass for a moment. Eventually Chance pulled his throat free of the thick, pulsing shaft in his mouth and he got up.

“Alright, that's it." He said as he grabbed Victor and threw him back onto the bed. “I'm gonna take that rod of yours if it kills me."

Victor knew Chance was speaking metaphorically, but as the thickly built cat pulled off his underwear and then climbed on top to straddle him, he got worried that it might kill him. His soda can-thick cock dragged along the warm fuzz of Victor's chest as he leaned back and hoisted himself onto the tip of that massive horse cock and with a loud growl he began to settle his ass on top of it, feeling Victor's thick flesh push past the muscle and into his warm depths. “Nnnghyahh..fuck..." He gasped as he began to ride Victor, his cock bouncing as he began to push himself deeper and deeper.

Jake laughed and grabbed the horse's legs, lifting them up some and providing a little more leverage for Chance to sit down on."Oh this is gonna be fun." He said as Victor felt the warm flesh of the smaller cat's cock pushing against his entrance and with a grunt and slow push, he began to fill the horse's depths with his flesh.

“Oh fuuuuck..." Victor reiterated Chance as he felt Jake pushing himself in harder, deeper, pulling at the horse's legs and spreading them out so they would rest on the smaller cat's shoulders.

Chance howled in pleasure and maybe in pain as his face contorted the deeper he drove Victor's cock, his own dick was amassing precum that drooled out and began to coat Victor's stomach with a matting of white seed. The deeper he went the tighter Chance's ass felt until he could practically feel his guts, hitting the back of the cat's cock wall. The flesh pushing in harder as he realized he was buried very nearly to the hilt in the big cat. “Yes...gods...fucking fill me..." His dirty talk was cute and as if on cue, he grabbed Chance's waist and began to buck harder into him, his body craving release all of a sudden. Chance's head bounced back lustfully as he rode the horse's thick flesh, his own slapping wet against Victor's body and Jake sliding in deeper and deeper, all three now dressed in only their stinky, used socks. The funk still filling the room, adding to the flavor of their smell of sex and sending the more sensitive Victor closer and closer to the edge. The bed was creaking under Victor and Chance's combined weight, Jake continued to pull at the horse's hips driving himself in deeper and faster. The three way being the best thing to happen to Victor since he came to this city; all this bad luck finally paying off in one...massive...climax.

“OHHHHH! FUCK!!!!" Victor's voice screamed out as he bucked into Chance, suddenly letting out a torrent of cum that quickly flooded him and began to spill copiously out onto the bed, onto Jake who was in behind him, a massive, thick waterfall of white that might have just blown Chance through the ceiling if he hadn't been holding on.

Chance and Jake came almost simultaneously as a direct result of Victor's passionate climax. Chance's cum blasting over Victor's face and neck like a miniature firehose of seed and funk that dripped and drooled off of Victor's face, while Jake began to hump and flood his load deep into the horse's ass. Victor was surprised how pent up both of them seemed to be, as the floods took ages to finally ebb off and finally the three of them began to relax. Chance falling over Victor's body with a groan of elation.

Jake, not wanting to be without the group, climbed into the bed and rested on Victor's right arm, pressing his naked body and still-pulsing cock against the horse's hip as their bodies laid together in the filth and musk of their combined fluids.

This went on for the remainder of the day, different positions, different tops and bottoms. Victor learned that Chance actually leaned into being fucked while Jake was more of a switch with a dominant streak. It must have been why they seemed to fit so well together. As the day passed into night, Victor must have fallen asleep, because he woke up to the sound of the two of them working in the distance. He sat up in the bed, his ass still aching from the fun they'd been having and he got out of the bed. He looked out the nearby window and could see the lights on in their workshop; they must have been working on his car. With a yawn and not even bothering to get dressed, Victor made his way out of the house when a strange alarm sound could be heard coming from the workshop. Several seconds later, he could hear an inexplicable rumbling coming from under the ground and he ran toward the workshop, concerned that something might have blown up. As he got to the shop, he could hear what sounded like a jet engine exploding from within a nearby hillside and turning toward the opposite fence of the yard, he saw the contrail of a massive jet that suddenly roared by the junkyard on its way toward the city. His jaw dropped open.

“You...you mean to tell me...that you two?" He paused in surprise as he watched the black jet flying off, quickly becoming a speck against the night sky. “You two...are the Swat Kats?!"

Victor about fainted at the realization; but then again, how did he not put two and two together?

THE END