Hello everyone! This is the final chapter of Drawing the Short Straw.

Felina finds out that it isn't wise to underestimate a SWAT Kat.

Author's note: Huzzah! The final chapter. I'm a little sad. It's been fun to write.

This isn't a true final chapter. I will have an epilogue that ties things up and sets the possible next story in motion. I'm still trying to figure it out, so I'm open to suggestions.

There are things of an explicit nature in this chapter, so if you don't want to read, skip down to the end.

Question: What's more interesting? Ferals having a playbook, or that there are around 400 of them?

Thanks to all my reviewers and my readers. I'm glad you all like this story. And thanks to Ulyferal for being the best beta a girl can have.

Enjoy!

-AkaneKitty

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Drawing the Short Straw

Drawing the Final Straw: Part 2

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Razor knew he was in trouble.

Pretty much stripped down to his mask and bandaged arm, he relinquished himself to the back massage, a straddled Felina was giving him.

True to her word, she began to work her magic, feeling the knots in his muscles loosen up. At least he wouldn't be stiff and hurting too badly when he went to sleep...whenever that was.

He was definitely going to have to buy T-Bone a beer after kicking his tail.

Razor winced slightly when Felina began working on a particularly sore muscle in his lower back. He'd walked right into the trap Felina laid for him. That's what he got for underestimating the fairer sex. But what was he going to do about it?

Felina thought she was in control, but he still had a few tricks up his sleeve. It didn't take much for a battle to turn, especially when it came to the bedroom.

Of course, Felina wasn't going to make this easy.

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Felina heard a stifled groan from Razor when a push on his back produced several pops.

The tom really was tense. She was sure that mostly due to his fight, and not what was about to come.

She smiled, starting to rake her claws lightly across his back. He really did have nice muscles. Not as big as his friends, but big enough.

Not bad.

"Gunny?"

"Yeah?"

"When you were going to modify my gun...," Felina continued to run her claws along his back, "...weren't you too buzzed to do that? You did have several beers."

Razor chuckled. "Felina, I'll have you know I designed one of my best missiles while drunk."

"Really?" Felina's eyes widened. "Which one?"

"Scrambler missile."

"No way!"

"T-Bone bet me I wouldn't figure out how to make it work in one night. So with pizza and Litterbin or cleaning out the Turbokat's fuel lines on the line, I hunkered down and got to it," Razor replied, enjoying Felina scratching his back. "It was going nowhere, so I started to drink, knowing I could at least get through cleaning the fuel lines buzzed."

"And?"

"When I woke up an hour later, I found some drunken scribbles on my schematics. I used them and they worked! T-Bone couldn't believe it." Razor laughed. "But don't tell him any of this. He still thinks I had an epiphany or something."

Felina shook her head, smiling. "Gunny, I would believe that more if you said you used katnip."

"Well, that might have inspired earlier prototypes..."

Felina laughed lightly, and Razor twisted himself underneath her to lie flat on his back. She looked down at him. "What?"

"I heard a very beautiful she-kat laugh. Just wanted to get a better look."

"Flatterer." Felina reached down to scratch Razor's ears. "You'll do, Gunny."

A deep purr filled the room, and she took the opportunity to slip her paw from his ears to his mask. Before she could do anything else, Razor reached up and grabbed her paw, holding it with a gentle, but firm, grip.

"Don't even think about it, Lina."

"Aww. It was worth a shot," Felina sighed dramatically. "Usually I get to see the face of the tom I'm about to fuck."

"Oh, is that what's going to happen?" Razor sat up to go nose to nose with Felina, forcing her to lean back a bit. "Because I thought I was going to have to do all the work. Even though I'm injured and everything."

"Look, smartass...Don't you know, you can talk your way out of..."

Razor leaned forward and kissed her, cutting off the rest of her words. When she didn't pull away, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her body tight against his.

Sliding his paws underneath her shirt, he felt her curves. As he had experienced on their bike rides, she was soft...and warm to his touch.

Her sexy purr sent blood rushing down below his belly.

"Gunny..."

"Hey, I never said I didn't want to do all the work."

Pulling out his paws, he began to unbutton the few buttons still done up on her shirt, letting it slide casually off her shoulders. Tossing it aside, he leaned back a bit to get a better look, wanting to see every inch of her. To his consternation, he couldn't help but stare.

She was perfect.

Felina blushed despite herself. "Hey, it's not polite to stare."

"I know!"

Smirking, Felina wrapped her arms behind his head and kissed him again. Her body sizzled as he ran his paws along her body, stirring up freshly buried and confusing feelings. Feelings that she would have to examine later.

Pushing them aside, she shifted one paw back up to his ears, tenderly scratching them again. Her gentle whisper stirred his heart.

"Gunny?"

"Hmm?"

"I-" Felina looked away briefly before locking eyes with him. "I'm glad you're with me tonight."

Although she didn't quite say it, Razor understood what she was trying to tell him so to spare her any embarrassment, he leaned down to kiss her neck, eliciting a soft moan from her lips.

"Me, too."

Razor pushed Felina back onto the bed. She barely had time to feel the cool sheets against her heated fur before he pounced on top of her, his weight pinning her against him.

"Mmm...Usually I'm on top."

"Oh, really?"

Felina looked into his eyes and gave him a seductive smile, adjusting her body to his. "But I can make an exception."

He remembered that look. It was the same look that she gave him right after that robot exploded. A look that held her vulnerability, her strength, and her feelings toward him. A look he never wanted to pull away from.

Razor wanted her now more than ever.

Making room for himself, he pushed into her, feeling Felina's body grasp him. He began to move, bringing his mouth down to the soft curve of her neck. Purring, she arched into his thrusts, matching his movements. Together their fur became damp with sweat.

Pure bliss coiled inside Felina, threatening to break free at any moment. She was fucking a SWAT Kat. A SWAT Kat! Never did she think it would even be possible. And she wasn't eating him alive...he was!

Relishing the sensations, she gripped him tighter, spreading her legs a bit. It was nice to be wrong for a change.

He groaned and closed his eyes. "Damn it, Lina."

She felt unbelievably hot. Her intoxicating smell made him ache with need, nearly losing any sense of control. Razor could barely register her claws beginning to dig into his back, or her purrs in his ear. He increased his movements, gaining a soft mewling sound from her lips.

"Gunny, I'm going to-"

Felina clutched his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him even closer. She shuddered as the waves of pleasure rolled over her body, shaking her to the core.

Hearing her call out his name, and tighten around him, Razor broke apart inside her, relishing the last ebb of pleasure flow from his body.

For long moments they laid together breathless, trying to compose themselves. Felina was the first to recover, rubbing a paw along her sweaty brow.

"I needed that."

"Is that so?" Razor shifted himself so he could look deeply into her eyes. "Because I'm not finished."

"You're what?" Felina's eyes widened with surprise. "What do you mean you're not finished?"

Razor stared down at her, his grin turning roguish.

"Hey, I'm not a SWAT Kat for nothing, you know."

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There was something to be said about Enforcer training regimes.

Razor smiled to himself as he dressed himself, slipping gloves over his paws. It took a few more rounds, but he was finally able to put the lovely lieutenant to sleep. Felina had quite a bit of stamina.

He glanced at her half open bedroom door. At least someone was getting some sleep. She had a cute purr when she slept. Too bad he couldn't stick around long enough to enjoy it. Daybreak was coming soon and he needed to slip away under the cover of darkness lest he draw unwanted attention to Felina...not that he wanted to go. He considered it bad manners to leave without saying anything.

Going to Felina's bookcase, he picked up the pieces of her gun he'd left there earlier. He needed to modify her gun and the only way to do that was to take it with him. He wasn't sure how he was going to get it back to her, but he'd figure out something.

"You still here, Gunny? I thought you'd be gone by now."

Turning, Razor saw Felina coming out of her bedroom, tying a short robe around her body. It barely covered her. He fought to keep a smile off his face. As usual, Felina looked hot, especially with the tussled hair and the sleepy but satisfied expression on her face.

"I probably should be, but I was stalling. I hate to leave without saying goodbye."

Felina smiled at him. "No walk of shame for you, hmm?"

"I never said that. I just find it rude, regardless if you regretted it the next morning or not."

Still smiling, Felina retrieved Razor's jacket from the arm of her sofa. Walking over to him, she helped him shrug the jacket on his shoulders.

"Did you get any sleep?"

"A little."

"Sorry about that."

"Don't be. I can function on little sleep." Razor smiled at her. "Besides, I enjoyed not getting much sleep."

Felina blushed, but covered by patting him on his injured arm.

"Now Gunny, I want you to keep that bandage clean and dry for a couple of days. Wetness and dirt can foster bacteria, and you don't want your wound getting infected. After that you can take the bandage off. And I'm sure you know how to take stitches out."

"Yes, dear."

"Smartass."

Razor chuckled then showed Felina the pieces of her sidearm before slipping them into his pocket. "I'm taking your gun so I can modify it. Hope you don't mind."

"Naw, I don't mind. I'd be too mad to use it right now, anyway, and I do have other non duty guns."

Razor zipped up his jacket. "Now I need to get out of here without being seen. Got any ideas?"

"This leads to a fire escape." Felina moved over to a window beside her bookcase and unlatched it, lifting it up. "It'll take you down to the back alley, which should keep you out of sight until you get close to your bike. Just look out for construction workers. They should be reporting for work soon."

Felina watched as Razor crawled through the open window and stepped onto the fire escape. He paused a moment to turn and face her, leaning close. She moved toward him and gave him a not so chaste kiss.

"Take care of yourself, Gunny. I..."

"Don't worry about it." Razor reached forward to caress Felina's cheek. "Thanks for everything, Lina. And congrats on your new role."

Razor moved away from the window and bounded down the fire escape, disappearing into the darkness of the alley. Felina watched him go, feeling the pangs of conflicting feelings once again. Why was she sad about him leaving? She was never this upset about Gabriel leaving. Or any other tom for that matter.

It was as if she didn't want him to go.

Shaking her head, Felina closed the window and walked back into her bedroom. It was nearly seven a.m., she was wide awake, and yet she had the evening shift. Great.

Shedding her robe, Felina stepped into her bathroom. Perhaps a run would clear her mind.

It was going to be a long day.

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Chance's truck lurched to a halt in front of the garage.

Jake was going to kill him. He was so late! The garage opened soon and to make matters worse, he was too busy enjoying Pop's granddaughter's company that he didn't even check in with his buddy at all last night.

Chance hopped out of the truck and slammed the door behind him. He had to make it up to Jake. Maybe his she-kat had a friend, and they could do a double date? Maybe even clean out the Turbokat fuel lines without Jake asking him to.

Entering the garage, Chance found rows of cars with their hoods up, ready to be worked on. Chance sighed. Friday mornings always brought in a ton of cars for whatever reason. Barring any city emergency, it looked like he and Jake would be stuck working on them all day.

Speaking of the tom, where was he?

"Jake!" Chance called out, looking around. "I'm back!"

"It's about time."

Startled, Chance yelped and turned around to see Jake standing behind him, writing on a clipboard. "Buddy! Good morning! Hey, sorry about being late and not checking in. It was sort of a hot date."

Saying nothing, Jake simply handed Chance the clipboard. The striped tabby looked down at it. "What's this?"

"It's the list of cars that came in this morning. They're all due this evening, so I'd get started if I were you."

"Me? What will you be doing?"

"I will be down in the hangar rewiring my Cyclotron," Jake replied calmly. "You want to know why I'm rewriring it?"

"Yeah..."

"Because a certain friend of mine, who was too distracted by the Deputy Mayor, failed to plug in all the wire leads. And had wired it all the same color. And didn't follow any marking scheme!"

"Err..."

"Chance, because of all that, I was nearly stranded in the downtown bar district all night! By some miracle, I wasn't discovered by any off duty Enforcers. I just barely got back myself!"

"You could have called me!"

Jake snorted. "Right. Like you would answer your non emergency ring on the communicator during your big date. And you know I wouldn't call you unless it was important."

Chance flattened his ears, feeling chagrined. "I'm sorry, Jake."

Jake expelled his breath, feeling his anger die down somewhat. "I know. Just fix the cars and we'll be even. I need to get down to the hangar and rewire that bike."

"Right." Chance paused, sniffing the air around Jake. "Why do you smell like apples?"

"Umm...I must have walked through some puddles behind the bars downtown." Jake said quickly, backing away. "I know they toss all those leftover mixed drinks back there all the time."

Jake walked to the back of the garage, disappearing down the hole that led to the hangar. Chance watched him go before turning to head to his room to change, confused.

Mixed drinks? Odd. He didn't think there were mixed drinks made of apples and lemons.