Author: Gatekat and Karl Wolfemann
Pairings: Jake Clawson/Chance Furlong
Rating: NC-17 male/male
Codes: Slash, Furry
Summary: With her pilot and gunner in Dark Kat's dreadnought, Turbokat has to rescue Feral on her own, much to her annoyance.
Allsparked Aristal 1: Better Judgment
"Razor, any other ideas for how to stop this thing?" T-Bone snarled as he came around for another pass. Dark Kat's latest version of the spider dreadnought had shrugged off all their artillery so far. The Enforcers were still taking shots at it, but so far the most any of their missiles had done was dent one of the leg panels. "This thing'll be at Megakat Nuclear in ten minutes, at this rate!"
"Get inside and blow either the command center or its power core," the smaller kat responded grimly.
"I don't like it," a female voice growled from the speakers. "There has to be a weapon..."
"Not on board, sweetie," Razor countered.
"I can make it back to base and back here in time!" The voice suggested. "Then we'll blow him right up!"
"Yeah, but he'll do too much damage on the way," T-Bone explained. "You two think another mole missile on the panel we dented will knock an entry port for us? I know we don't have enough to take it down without them, but we need some way inside."
"Yes," the Turbokat responded grumpily even as she loaded the suggested missile. "It's weakened enough."
"Wait outside for us, Blackie. When we're done in there, we're going to need out fast," T-Bone told her, arming his Glovatrix even as he brought them around for the shot. "Razor - you want the engine room, or the control center?"
"Engines," the smaller kat chuckled. "They'll be more complicated to sabotage and give us time to escape."
"I do not approve of this plan," Turbokat grumbled even as she swept in for the attack and to deposit her crew in the opening.
"We're not exactly crazy about it ourselves," T-Bone pointed out, almost holding his breath as Razor took the shot and they waited to see if the shot would accomplish what they hoped. The missile's tip began spinning, then collided with the dented plate, catching on the already-twisted metal and ripping a hole in it large enough for the two kats. The Turbokat's cockpit slid back as they shifted to hover near the hole, and its crew leaped inside.
She swept up and out of the way once they were clear and inside, outside her range to help. Grumbling all the way, Turbokat circled, dove and twisted, avoiding everything aimed at her while providing a distraction to protect many of the Enforcers and concealing the fact that she was now crewless.
She twisted out of the way to dodge a blast of chemical webbing aimed at her engines. Unfortunately, protecting herself distracted her from keeping the Enforcers covered, and a second burst of webbing landed in the blades of the lead chopper, gumming it up and sending the vehicle plummeting towards the ground.
Biting back a curse she knew her creator wouldn't appreciate, she dropped into a steep dive and let loose a buzzsaw missile to cut off the top of the crippled chopper and give access to the crew. Normally she wouldn't try to rescue a crew, but this one she knew she'd be expected to. As annoying as the big kat was, he was a passive ally, in private at least.
Besides, she knew that Chance would appreciate it. It didn't hurt to curry the tabby's favor, not with what he'd already come through to accept her to the level he already had.
Commander Feral and his pilot looked up at the Turbokat with shocked expressions as she launched a pair of tethered octopus missiles. Snagging the big xanith and his smaller pilot, she hauled them on board through the bomb bay.
"Stay down and hang onto something, this is going to get a little bumpy!" She warned them from up front, hoping they might just assume there was a third SWAT Kat up front. She pulled up sharply to avoid the explosion as the chopper crashed, turning around to go back and try to get close to the spider again.
"Who the hell are you?" Feral bellowed, demanding answers even as she felt him roll about until he managed to grab hold of an exposed missile attachment.
"A SWAT Kat," she replied evenly, pulling several hard Gs to avoid the series of laser bursts aimed at her.
"With all due respect sir, maybe we shouldn't distract the person keeping us alive?" Feral's pilot suggested.
"Quiet, Hopkins," Feral growled, taking advantage of a moment when the jet wasn't pulling some impossible aerobatic maneuver to make a jump for the gunner's seat, grabbing hold of it and pulling himself towards the cockpit. "Who - kats alive!" He exclaimed as he looked over the seat to see that both chairs were empty, losing his grip and falling back into the rear of the ship when they pulled straight up.
"They're in the spider," Turbokat answered grumpily. "You know, this would have been a lot easier if you did as you were told."
"I don't take orders from vigilantes ... or their remote controlled jets," Feral growled as he grabbed hold of one of the attachments again. "Who's flying this machine?"
"I am you lugnut," she snarled, twisting and diving to keep Dark Kat's attention on her and not the more vulnerable Enforcers. "Razor calls me Blackie."
Before either of them could say anything else, there were a series of explosions inside the spider ship, the weapons going offline.
"What do we do when they get back, Sir?" The pilot asked Feral nervously.
"There won't be much to do until we land," he grumbled.
"Oh stop being such a freak out," Black groaned in frustration. "You'll get dropped off near your forces like always."
Feral paused and considered the front of the jet. "Just how long have you been with the SWAT Kats?"
"Longer than anyone's going to admit," she snapped back. "Now hush if you don't want to be dropped off here," she demanded just before the cockpit slid back.
"Come on, Razor!" T-Bone shouted from the passages leading to their entrance. "Get out of here, or we'll have more than a singed tail to worry about!" He slid down the cables inside the spider-mech's leg, making the jump to the cockpit and strapping himself in without looking into the back end. "Blackie, get ready to get us out of here as fast as you can, that thing's going to blow any minute!"
"Always ready, and we have guests in the bomb bay," she responded as Razor scrambled down the line. "Feral and his pilot. I figured you'd prefer them alive than left to the crash."
"Have they been behaving?" T-Bone asked her, starting to move them away as soon as Razor was in his seat and the cockpit closed. "I'd rather just open the bomb bay to drop bombs at this height."
"All except for his mouth," she grumbled, causing Razor to snicker and look back over his shoulder at the captives/rescues.
"Hold on for the ride, Commander," the gunner winked at him. "We'll drop you off when we're clear."
"At least now there's a pilot on board," the Xanith muttered as the jet sped up and twisted away from the fight, heading back towards Enforcer HQ.
"Hay, she's a better pilot than either of you," Razor growled, not bothering to hide his hurt pride.
"Relax, Razor, we'll be dropping them off soon and then we'll all be happier," T-Bone called back to him. "Any trace of an escape capsule? I lost Dark Kat when the explosions started in the engine room."
"Too many," Blackie responded. "The crew's bailing. Any of them could be his, but probably none of them."
"No need to worry about pursuit then. Maybe we'll get lucky and this time he didn't make it out. We can always hope, at any rate," the tabby grumbled.
"No body, no dead Omega," Black countered grimly. "You taught me that."
"I can still cross my fingers. Commander, any idea what the casualties were this time yet?" He asked their impromptu passenger as they came in towards Enforcer HQ.
"No," the giant kat grumbled. "I don't suppose any of you radioed in to tell them we're not among them?"
"Please," Blackie audibly rolled her eyes as they made a much more leisurely way towards the drop point. "Give me a little credit for common sense and tactical training. I called in as soon as you were on board. Felina took charge like a good SIC."
"And any time you feel like calling in to clear the runway for us, we'll drop you off and you can relieve her," T-Bone told him as they approached the busy runway. "There's a comm unit in the back wall there."
Feral grumbled indistinctly and looked around. It didn't take long to spot the comm unit and call in, even less time for the Turbokat to land and open the bomb bay for the two Enforcers to scrambled out.
"Have fun cleaning up, Commander," Razor called down as the Turbokat lifted off again and took to the air. They swept towards the mountains, the detour making it more difficult to track them home.
"So, what happened that Feral couldn't eject from?" T-Bone asked Blackie as they hit cruising speed for a brief run through the canyons and valleys before going home.
"He was in a chopper; sticky webbing gummed up the rotors," she reported. "He really needs to curb his love of being in those things."
"Hell, it's a wonder he hasn't gotten himself killed already," the tabby grumbled. "Slower, easier to take down, and noisier - if he'd just get the mayor to invest in proper VTOL and hover ability, he wouldn't need to be in those things. Everything okay, Razor? You've been pretty quiet."
"Yeah," the smaller cinnamon kat didn't sound particularly okay. "Just sore now that the adrenaline is wearing off."
They both felt a far more intrusive scan than usual sweep through them.
"Nothing serious," Blackie reported with definite relief in her voice. "It'll hurt for a few days though."
Razor bit back a retort, closing his eyes instead. "We've got good painkillers back at the hanger. I'll be fine."
"Maybe a long shower too?" T-Bone suggested with a low purr in his voice, hiding his own concern. "We don't have anything waiting for us to get back just yet, and I can sign for whatever Burke and Murray drop off after you crash for a while."
"Definitely," he chuckled a bit, then reached forward to squeeze his partner's arm. "I'm feeling good enough to help you burn off some extra energy too, buddy."
"I figured if you weren't by the time I was done with your shower, I'd know it was time to haul you into the doc," T-Bone grinned back at him briefly as they turned towards the Salvage Yard. "You and water always have been an easy recipe."
"Guilty," Razor chuckled.
"I will never understand you and water," Blackie grumbled.
"Neither does Chance," he snickered. "He just knows how to take advantage of it."
"And he's going to do just that as soon as we've landed, assuming you didn't get dinged during the fight," T-Bone snickered right back. "How about it, Blackie - you okay to wait until after your Dad's properly taken care of for your post-flight?"
"I can wait," she sighed as she angled in for the landing ramp that would take them two stories down into the fortified bunker that was her home, Jake's workshop and their storage space. "Better than have you two rush it because you want to be elsewhere."
"Aww, I wouldn't do that," Razor stroked a control panel affectionately.
"You know you outrank sex in his books, Blackie," T-Bone smirked. "Maybe not by much some days, but you do outrank it."
"The day I don't is the day you loose your jet," she huffed, but there was no missing the amusement in her tone as they touched down and the sky disappeared. "Still, I'm fine. He didn't land a hit."
"Don't worry, I'll take good care of you once we're done. If I don't, he'd never let me live it down, let alone you," T-Bone smiled. The cockpit slid back as they landed and the two kats unstrapped themselves from their seats. "Say, I don't think Feral would've had the chance, but you did check if he planted a tracer on you, right?" He asked, just thinking of the possibility.
"Of course," she sounded more offended than she was and they knew it. "He tried. I fried it before he let go," she added with a definite snicker. "He's stubborn, but not very imaginative."
"Good girl," T-bone chuckled, giving her frame a light pat after he jumped down to the ground. "You rest up, okay? You did good today."
A low, happy purr that didn't come from her powerful engines was her response, watching through short-range sensors as the pair stripped down, hanging the uniforms in their lockers and headed for the shower room not far beyond.
"You've gotten to like her, admit it," Jake purred as hot water began to rain down on them, matting their fur sleek against hard muscle under it.
"I'll admit it," Chance purred back, running his hands through Jake's fur and enjoying the way his partner pressed and arched into the touch. "It's still a little weird having the jet talk back, but she doesn't take off on her own without a good reason."
"She doesn't," Jake's purr deepened as the first serious touch of arousal entering his scent and the steam filling the room. "Blackie's a good partner. Not like you, though."
"If you were sleeping with the jet, we'd have to have words," Chance smirked, nuzzling his neck and wrapping his arms around the lean tom. "So, just how careful should I be with you, for real? No hiding it from me because you're worried I'll be disappointed."
"I've slept in her, same as you, but not with her," Jake chuckled, turning into the nuzzle. "Just bumps and scratches," he assured his lover. "I've taken worse in training."
"All right then," Chance murmured, running his claws lightly through Jake's chest-fur and down his abs. "In that case, I think we need to wear you out enough to get a nap, don't you?" He wrapped his fingers around Jake's shaft, stroking it lightly.
"Yessss," he moaned and leaned his shoulder back into the heavy frame behind him while his hips pressed forward into the touch. His hands reached back blindly, yet years of intimate familiarity made it easy to find the tabby's ass.
"I'm in the mood to take my time today," Chance purred, stroking Jake's cock lightly. "Any particular requests, or should I just enjoy myself?" He nipped Jake's shoulder lightly between licking kisses under the hot, steaming water pouring over them both.
Jake tipped his head back to claim an extended upside down kiss. "Enjoy yourself," he said with a shiver of excitement, his hands reaching between them to stroke the cock and play with the fine barbs along the shaft.
"No fair distracting me," Chance groaned, turning him half-way around to kiss him, shifting himself so they were both fully under the spray of the water as he pressed against Jake's chest. He stroked the cinnamon tom's cock between them, teasing his barbs with his fingertips as they made out with each other.
Jake simply purred deeper, curling his fingers around Chance's hips, pulling him closer. He snaked his tongue out to taste his lover's mouth, the rough surface found and matched by Chance's tongue after a moment.
It wasn't long before Jake lost his focus, willingly surrendering the active roll his lover and simply enjoying whatever came his way. The water was hot, streaming down his back. The larger, hard muscled body against his was warm and softening in their desire just as their cocks hardened and demanded attention.
Chance broke their kiss, nuzzling and licking his way down to his knees before nuzzling Jake's lightly furred balls, running his tongue from the top of Jake's sheath to the tip of his shaft slowly. The tabby savored every sound his lover made as his rough tongue caught the sensitive barbs along Jake's cock, before finally enveloping him in his mouth.
"Oh, yeah," was breathed more than shouted as Jake's entire body went taunt. His hands found Chance's ears, stroking and rubbing them in encouragement.
Chance grinned around Jake's shaft, his head bobbing up and down, his skilled tongue finding all his lover's most sensitive spots. He slipped a hand up, pressing a thick finger between Jake's ass cheeks and into his anus, slowly working him open to moans of encouragement and a subtle rocking of Jake's hips.
A second finger pressed in easily, the lean kat's body accustomed to the intrusion and the pleasure it represents.
Chance started to purr, taking Jake into the back of his throat as he rumbled deeply and fucked his ass with his fingers. He was taking his time today; as much as he wanted to wear Jake out, he also wanted to savor the time together. It was something they didn't usually get nearly enough of, at least by his estimation. He knew his partner agreed, and there was little either of them could do about it. They had full time work as mechanics, extra shifts when city damage occurred, patrols and emergency calls as the SWAT Kats and the real time sink; keeping their technological edge in the war against the Omegas.
"Oh yeah," Jake shuddered, his body tingling at the attention, the slow build unusual, to be relished, despite how his body objected to the continued workout. The heat of the shower and the pleasure was more than worth any abused muscles.
Slowly but too quickly, the tingling rose in intensity. The skill of the tabby humming around his cock and the fingers stretching his ass was more than his body could take and he yowled, his body tightening and curling forward as he thrust mindlessly into the mouth and against the fingers.
Chance caught his cum in his mouth, pressing hard against Jake's prostate to milk his seed out of his balls. When the cinnamon tom was finished, he stood, kissing Jake and feeding him some of his own seed before he reached over to cut the water and hit the blowers.
"Bedroom before we finish getting dirty?" He suggested with a low purr, his own cock still rock hard.
"Mmm, sure," Jake willing relaxed into the strong grip.