Yes! I have finally updated. I'm actually home sick today, and I have finally had time to update. (I did update my new story though, as I was trying to get it established first, I WILL NEVER ABANDOM YSSMMS) Although, I can't say that I'm not a little dissapointed that no one reviewed on fictionpress for me.

RUBIDIA, however, saved all you poor little furry butts, and reviewed "A Series Of Annoying Inconveniences", which was lovely considering I didn't even ask for you guys to. You better be super nice to her, considering she was the only reason I released this!

Please Please Please review! Also, If you'd like to vote on the end pairing for Your Swagger Makes Me Smile, I did have a poll up that I could put back up for a while (namingly from now until the next few chapters)

NOTE: Reviewers, please state in your review, be it anonymous or signed with your account name, if you would like a sequel. I have thought it over, and am still tossing up whether to use a storyline I have been thinking of or not. This all of course, depends on the outcome of the poll.

So please, read, review, vote and whatever to keep Your Swagger Makes Me Smile alive!

Maddy

Chapter 16: Revenge

"Demeterrrrr…" Munkustrap's wheezy groan came from inside their den. Demeter shook her head, sighing and returning to her mate, who was curled up in a ball like a helpless kitten.
" …I know you hate being sick love." Demeter cooed as Munkustrap sneezed several times. She shuddered in mild disgust as Munkustrap sniffed continuously, snorting mucus back into his sinus.
Oh the horror that was a sick Munkustrap.
"Demeterrr…it hur's…" He whined, his voice gaining a partial speech impediment from his blocked nose. She sighed again, growing annoyed at his constant moaning. Everlasting cat, who would've known that the great Jellicle protector's one weakness lay within a stuffy nose?
"Well, I did warn you not to patrol so late at night near the drain pipes…" Demeter rolled her eyes. She loved Munkustrap very much…just not when he was sick.
"I knowwww…" H groaned again, cracking his back in several places as he shifted his aching body. "But I have to protect-"
"-everyone from every waking danger, I know that. But now who's going to protect everyone while you're sick?" Munkustrap swore loudly at Demeter's reasoning, realizing that he needed a fill in for the next few days, or week, depending on how long he was sick.
"You should've thought about this before!" Demeter growled, suddenly seeing that Munkustrap didn't think he would ever have to relinquish his duties, even for a day.
"Not so loud…" He coughed, curling up against a frustrated Demeter.

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Bombalurina continued to chew her lip. This was bad…really bad. She kept trying to tell herself it was all Tugger's fault…him and his surely-mechanical-gyrating-hips. She just couldn't go out and face the morning light. Especially Mungojerrie. He was so sweet and honest and perfect…and nothing like that Mr. Sleazy Easy Tugger.

But then again, Mungojerrie didn't make her feel the way Tugger did.

Bombs took a breath, slowly sliding one long, curved leg from underneath her pile of covers and cushions, ready to face the world. One tiny, painful step at a time.

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"Etcy! Stop it…you're going way too far with this." Electra whimpered as her sister (aka the next Cruella De Vil) dragged her along in the early morning haze. Etcetera mentally glared at her cowardly sister. She's just jealous that she isn't even worthy of a toms time.Etcetera brushed off her sister's pleas, as she had been doing all week. Nothing would get in the way of her and the Rum Tum Tugger. Not even this mystery-queen of his. Etcetera had lost all her friends, her usually bubbly outlook on life, hell, she'd even lost her best friend/sister in the process of creating this plan, but she had everything to gain by completing it. She would become the only Mrs. Main Coon in the Junkyard. By any means necessary.

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Demeter sighed as Alonzo did what he would call "his happy dance". It was sad, and pathetic, and oh-so-badly-choreographed. Exotica gave the golden queen an exasperated look.
" I-AM-THE-PROTECTOR! PRO-TECT-OR! PRO-TECT-OR!" He sang loudly, very off key, making awkward pelvic thrusts that would put any drag-queen-Tugger-impersonator (or backup time warp dancer) to shame.
"Only for as long as Munkustrap's sick…" Alonzo's less then impressed mate reminded him, raising an eyebrow, before turning with a motherly look to Demeter, "By the way how is he? Poor thing…if it gets bad you should call Jenny, or come and find me." The dark haired Siamese offered kindly, Demeter nodding in agreement. An over the top sneeze was sounded in her den above.
"Whoe'er it is…not so loud…" A few raspy coughs followed, before the whining started again. "Demeterrrrr…"
Exotica gave Demeter a pitying look.

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"Mungojerrie…"
"Bombalurina! I was wondering when you'd wake up…my little ballerina." Mungojerrie's cockney accent was delighted at hearing the red queen's whisper. His features became twisted in worry as he noticed she looked at her feet, and she did not give him the pleasure of staring into her sea green eyes.
"Mungojerrie…" She paused, taking in a heavy breath, her voice sounding strained, "Let's take a walk." Mungojerrie felt uneasy as she brought a paw to his face, trailing down his cheek softly, finally letting her tear-filled eyes rest on his naïve ones.

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Tugger stared down at the street below, watching as the steady flow of morning traffic began on the roads, and people began appearing from their homes and shops switched their signs to open. He hadn't moved from his spot on the rooftop, knowing even if he did get back to his den without breaking into a cheesy, triumphant song, he wouldn't be able to sleep anyway.
Was it true?
Had he, the Rum Tum Tugger, who basically worshipped the ground she walked on, could have possibly over looked her affections for him? Tugger scratched his head with one tan paw, smoothing down any stray hair that popped up on his tousled mane. He guessed it was possible. Tugger began to let his ego inflate a little larger then it already was. Well, he was the Rum Tum Tugger, the most lethal weapon against queens ever created. That is assuming his over inflated ego wasn't lethal enough.

Tugger let an overly confidant smirk envelope his undeniably handsome features. He decided, since now he knew he had the girl, it was time to rub it all in Mongrel-jerrie's face. Revenge was sweet.

•••••

"Oh?"
Mungojerrie watched as Bombalurina nodded her head regretfully, biting her bottom lip so it was red and sore. Tears were freely creating rivers down her red fine featured face. Mungojerrie felt her paw slip slowly from his, and his heart shatter into a thousand, tiny pieces. Mungojerrie's gaze slowly drop from her face until it was fixated firmly on his now cold and empty paw.
"Oh."

•••••

A fist pounded down on a brick wall, cracking sickeningly as its owner heaved in and out in large, hate filled breaths. Several pairs of fearful eyes watched as their leader removed themselves from the grimy alley wall, a snarl almost permanently glued to their master's muzzle.

Revenge had been long awaited.
And it would be very, very sweet.