Disclaimer: The SWAT Kats are owned by Hanna Barbera and the Tremblay Brothers. I ow the OCs.
This is the last chapter before the story takes a turn. Is it a turn for the better? Wait and see..
My dearest sister, I don't know where you went, but please, come back to your brother!
Callista sat on the side of a fountain, telling her life's story to a bunch of very young sorcerers and sorceresses. She was wearing a copy of the pink gown she used to wear when she was the queen. The outlines of her legs as clearly shown through the material as they were bent at the knee and swept to her right side.
Since her arrival, parents felt it was safe enough to bring their kittens back behind the walls where no one dared to bring their precious young ones before.
Each one of the kittens hung on every word the queen spoke; as she spun her tales of Megalith City, as well as the magical creatures that used to walk the lands. She looked into the various colored eyes of blue, green, brown, and yellow, each full of life, sparkling back at her. 'I missed this so much!' The queen thought, followed by, 'Why can't everyday be like this? Its so peaceful and tranquil, this is how life is supposed to be, not being worried that some one is going to put an end to our lives as we know it.'
In the back row sat Evelyn, Spencer, and Damon. Both she and Damon became fast friends, much to the chagrin of Spencer. He thought Damon was getting too close to his princess. He was her knight, fearless protector, and best friend. Having a boy fawning over Evelyn, being constantly by her side, and those gentle, loving touches on her paws when they were close enough, when Damon assumed no one was watching, drove him mad. "Princess, don't you think you are getting a little too attached to this tom?" Spencer asked, shooting a glare at Damon.
Evelyn stroked the fur on top of Spencer's head, right by his left ear. It was the one spot that always made him purr, which Spencer did. Then she responded, "Spencer, he's my friend. Why shouldn't I get close to him?"
"Because he is a boy, Evelyn," Spencer answered. "A boy who eventually is going to want more than a simple friendship with you. That is something both me and your father will not allow to occur on our watch."
Damon got up, went over to Evelyn's right side, and slowly rested his arm around Evelyn. "Spencer, I do like Evelyn, probably more than I should. Someday, with her father's permission, I would like to court her with the intention of Evelyn becoming my wife."
At that notion, Spencer growled and put himself between Evelyn and Damon. As he unfurled his wings, he said through a snarl, "No boy is ever going to be good enough for my princess! Anyone who attempts to be romantically involved with her, will have to go through me!"
Callista stopped telling her story when she heard Spencer's declaration. She knew she had to put a stop to his rant, or Damon might become a casualty, a very bloody one at that. "Evelyn, I need a break, can you take over for me, please?"
Evelyn turned her body to the right in order to face Callista, then responded, "I don't know if I can tell your life story the way you can, your majesty. You have a way of bringing the story to life, literally."
Callista looked down at the floating cloud she was projecting her memories on, then smiled at her creation, before lifting her head back to Evelyn, and said, "Of course you can, Evelyn. You know my stories, as well as I do. Come, tell these youngsters my tale."
Evelyn kissed Spencer in his left cheek, and then Damon on his right cheek, which caused Spencer to let out a low growl of disapproval. She bound over to where Callista was sitting, sat down next to her, and waited for the queen's instructions.
Callista quickly kissed Evelyn on her right cheek, then said, "Your knight loves you, Evelyn. He only wants what's best for you at all times."
"I know he loves me, Callista," Evelyn said. "But can't he channel some fo that love towards his unborn cubs?"
"No, he cant. Spencer has taken a vow to be your protector before all else. You are his reason for living. Your safety and wellbeing is paramount, even over his own family," Callista answered. "You should have seen Gabriel, Persival's father, when Steven and I were courting. The first time Steven kissed me, Gabriel burst through the doors of my kitchen, tackled Steven to the ground, then through a series of very angry snarls, he asked, 'What gives you the right to kiss the queen!?' If I didn't act, I would have never gotten married, or had my daughter."
"Is that what I have to look forward to? An overly protective winged puma, constantly lurking behind every corner, waiting to pounce?" Evelyn asked in return.
"I hope not, as wonderful it was having Gabriel around, there were times, where I wish he wasn't," Callista answered.
"What do you mean, Callista?" Evelyn asked.
Callista was not about to explain to Evelyn how Gabriel walked in on her and her husband in the act and how Gabriel almost killed Steven. And the way she reprimanded Gabriel, sans clothing. "That, is not a story for young ears, Evelyn," she simply said. "Now, focus your energy on the cloud in front of you while you envision the story in your mind. If done correctly, the images you see, will be projected on the cloud."
Evelyn closed her eyes and focused on the small cloud, floating in front of her and the queen.
The could floated to the left and hovered in front of the young sorceress, waiting her command.
Callista smiled while she watched as Evelyn stretched her abilities. She felt a small power surge emanating from Evelyn, then focused on the cloud. She watched, as the cloud now displayed what Evelyn had in her mind. On the cloud, was a moving image of Callista, riding on Esmeralda's back with her hair billowing behind her, and a very large smile on her face.
The kittens sitting in front of the cloud almost dropped their mouths open with the very vivid images Evelyn was projecting. They were almost almost life like.
"Can you believe such a young sorceress wields so much power?" One of the kittens asked.
"No, according to the history books, the only sorceress to be able to perform that level of spell at her age was the queen. I want to be like her, when I get older," another answered.
Damon and Spencer watched in amazement as Evelyn cast her spell. Damon was so entranced by not only the power she easily seemed to control, but her natural beauty as well. He left his spot in the back row, walked around the group of spellbound kittens to Evelyn's side, then he felt something very different. His desire to kiss her increased exponentially. Throwing caution to the wind, he leaned forward and kissed her right cheek.
Spencer noticed Damon's actions. He let out a defining roar as his wings flew open, and took off after Damon.
Damon pulled back from the kiss as soon as he heard Spencer's roar. He backed away from Evelyn, turned his left foot out, and ran as fast as he could, to get away from a flying Spencer, who had his canines barred in a very angry snarl.
Evelyn's and Callista's hair blew back behind them as Spencer flew past them, at very high rate of speed. Callista, wrenched her body to the left, then yelled, "Spencer! Stop this insanity now, before someone gets hurt!"
Spencer wasn't listening at all to her, or anyone else. Rage fueled him as he flew faster after his target. Secretly, he knew he wasn't going to hurt Damon. However, Damon did kiss his princess, without her permission. That little act shouldn't go unpunished, and a little scaring the pants off of Damon was just what was in order.
Damon ran around a corner of a building, past a very pregnant, sleeping Tara, and kept right on running as fast as he could.
She lifted her head to see what ran past her. "Why is he running like that?" She asked. Then saw her mate, flying at top speed after Damon. She let out a roar of disapproval herself, which caused Spencer to stop dead in his tracks. He quickly turned around, flew back to her, then asked, hovering in the air right in front of her, "Is everything alright, my love?"
"Why are you chasing Damon, Spencer?" She calmly asked, even though her sleep was disturbed, which she desperately needed as the cubs became more active.
Spencer's face scrunched up in anger at the mention of Damon's name. "He dared to kiss my princess in my presence, Tara. No boy is allowed to kiss her, without feeling my wrath!" He responded.
Tara rolled her eyes at her mate's response. She knew, he loved Evelyn, possibly more that he loved her, and there was not a thing she could do about it. She also knew, that trait was going to make him a great father to their cubs. "Spencer, it was an innocent kiss. It is probably nothing to worry about." She said, trying to be the voice of reason.
"Innocent kiss?" He asked, shocked by Tara's reasoning. "A few moments ago, he said, he wants Michael's permission to court Evelyn, with intention of marrying her!"
Tara had to laugh at her mate's response. In between her bouts of laughter, she said, "Marrying her? He's ten, and she's eight. They are not old enough to even think about marriage, or even dating!" She got up, stretched her back out, showing her expanding belly, and after she relaxed, she went over to Spencer, gave his left cheek a very loving, affectionate nuzzle, then said, "Spencer, you love Evelyn, just like your own cub. The way you love Evelyn, tells me you are going to be an amazing father to our cubs." Tara turned around and walked back to her spot in the sun, before laying back down on her right side, then through a purr, she commanded, "Come, my love. Lay with me, and keep your mate warm, while she falls asleep."
Spencer landed and slowly made his way over to where Tara was laying down. His eyes met hers, then traveled down to her belly, where his cubs were growing inside. He aligned his body with hers, lowered himself to the ground, and gently draped his left wing over his mate's body. "Warm enough, dear?" He asked.
Tara scooted closer to him, making sure she could feel the heat radiating off of him, then said as her eyes closed, "Yes, I am. I should rent you out as a portable heater, my dear." She soon fell fast asleep.
Spencer listened to Tara's steady breathing for a minute, then said, "And you are going to be an amazing mother, Tara." He soon fell asleep himself.
Callista rounded the corner of the building and almost tripped over Spencer and Tara, sleeping peacefully in the sun. She quickly regained her composure, then turned around to admire how well Spencer has fallen into the role of a caring mate and faithful familiar. "I knew all along you would be a perfect match for Evelyn, Spencer," she said, lowering herself down to give him a good scratch behind his left ear.
Spencer felt her scratch, but didn't want to be disturbed, especially in that particular moment. He quickly flicked her paw away with his left wing, then returning it to its rightful place around Tara.
"Well, remind me never to show you some appreciation again, Spencer, if that is how you are going to react!" She said as she stood back up. As she dusted off her gown, she heard a deep tom's voice, calling her, "Callista!" She turned to her left to see Mark, coming towards her. Her eyes wandered over his form in the suit he was wearing, and wasn't disappointed at all. The suit fit him very well, showing off his strong body perfectly. 'Lisa, I mentioned before you and Amelia would have had your pick of the male knights of my court. Although, if Mark was there as well, you may have had to fight off every she-cat in the entire kingdom to keep him yours.' She thought, then answered Mark's call, "Yes, Mark, what can I help you with?"
Mark stopped in front of her, quickly admired the way she looked in her gown, then said, "Callista, if you don't mind me saying so, you look gorgeous in that gown."
She reached up with her right paw, gave his left cheek a gentle stroke, as she said, "I don't mind at all, Mark. Its nice to know, a younger tom still finds me attractive."
"A guy would have to be blind, not to find you attractive, Callista," he said, bringing up his left paw to touch the spot where her paw was. He then said, "I got a call from Lisa, then Felicia. Apparently, Artemis was arrested."
Callista was shocked that Artemis was arrested, but not surprised. However, she had a contingency plan, ready to go, just in case this happened. "Did Lisa or Felicia tell you where they took her?" Callista asked.
"I can only assume, Central Booking, downtown," he answered.
"Mark, I need to borrow your phone, please," she said, holding out her paw.
Mark reached into the front right pocket of his pants, withdrew his phone, and handed it to her.
As Callista took the device from him, she said, "Thank you." Then started dialing.
Mark watched her for a few seconds, and when she turned to the left, showing her profile to him, he couldn't help but let out a Wolf's Whistle in appreciation.
She turned back to him, kissed his cheek, then said, "Be careful, Mark. Lisa might not appreciate you whistling at me like that, I know Ulysses wouldn't."
"Sorry, Callista, but I couldn't help myself. You are still one of the most beautiful she-cats out there, despite being over 500 years old," he said.
Callista was about to say something, when a very friendly, male voice answered her call, "You reached the offices of Geffen, Valdez, and, Fitzgerald, how may I direct your call?"
"I need to speak with Mr. Valdez, please," Callista answered.
"May I ask who is speaking?" The voice asked.
"This is Callista Feral," she answered.
"One moment, Mrs. Feral." The voice said.
While she waited, she turned her body to the right, in the direction of Mark's voice. She almost dropped the phone to the ground, when she was staring right at Mark's back. Callista admired the work of art standing right in front of her. Even though she had seen Mark in his uniform, which fit him like a glove, molding around every well-defined muscle on his body. Seeing him in a suit which was perfectly tailored for him, almost made her drool. Her eyes wandered over his massive frame, encased in the black material of his suit and liked what she was seeing.
Mark felt a pair of eyes on him and when his gaze drifted to the right, he noticed Callista, boring holes into him with her eyes. Just to tease her, he turned is body to the left, stood as straight as an arrow for a few seconds, giving her a view of his perfect profile, then leaned. Against. The wall behind him, crossing his left leg over his right, letting the tip of his tail, flick in the air.
'By my mother, Mark could be a walking deity!' She thought, her eyes laser focused on the area just below his waist. "Lisa, if I wasn't deeply in love with Ulysses and you weren't married to Mark, I might have to challenge you to a duel. The winner gets his affections, or at least, gets his tail for a few hours," she softly said.
Mark did hear her an decided to up his teasing. "You know, if you keep staring at my tail like that, Callista, you might accidentally burn it off."
Callista blushed, rather deeply in embarrassment when she heard him. However, she was not above a little payback for his teasing. She slipped her right paw behind her back, twisted her index finger, casting a small spell, and waited for the outcome, which any she-cat in the area would enjoy to the fullest.
Mark felt a breeze drift across his fur and felt the very fine hairs on his body, bending to the wind's desires. 'Strange, why do I feel like I'm at the beach?' He asked himself.
A group of sorceresses who were training in one of the buildings to their left, finished their training for the day. They happened to wander through the courtyard, directly past Mark and Callista. That's when Mark and Callista both heard, "That's what was hiding under that suit! Girls! Take a look at the hunk of a tom over by the queen!" One of the sorceresses said.
"Look at those legs! All of those muscles! And what an impressive package! He must have the females lining up for a chance to bed him!" Another said.
Mark looked down, trying to figure out why the sorceresses could so intimately see his body, and when he did. He quickly realized, Callista swapped his suit for a much more revealing bright red bathing suit. He covered his crotch with his paws and took of running towards the Male's Dormitory.
But the queen wasn't finished, quite yet. She twirled her finger again, making the bathing suit disappear into thin air, exposing his tail section for all to see.
The group of sorceress got an eyeful of Mark's firm globes and fainted on the spot.
Callista lowered her right paw back to her side, then doubled over, laughing at Mark's misfortune, courtesy of her magic. "Lisa, you may hate me for this, but seeing your husband, fully in the buff is well worth it." She said between bouts of laughter.
As she laughed, Mr, Valdez picked up his phone, and answered, "Mrs. Feral, what may I assist you with?"
Callista always liked the sound of Mr. Valdez's voice. Between the Latin accent and the Tenor tone, His voice felt like silk to her ears. "One of my friends was arrested today, the one I spoke to you about a few weeks ago."
"Ah yes," he replied, letting his accent come forth. "The young Dance Instructor who teaches the young kittens the Language of Love. You know, you still owe me a dance, Mrs. Feral."
"I have every intention of give you that dance, Eduardo. However, you may have to defend your life, once my husband catches you dancing with me," Callista said.
"Very tough choice. Doing the Tango with one of the most pulchra she-cats, or facing her husband, Very tough choice indeed," Eduardo said.
Callista had to smile at Eduardo's harmless flirting, then said, "I'll tell you what I will do, Eduardo. You take on Artemis' case, and Ulysses and I will go out to that Night Club you keep telling me about. I'll even wear one of those dresses with the high slits on both sides."
"You have yourself a deal, Callista!" Eduardo said. "I'll head over there, right now, talk to her, and if she's eligible, I'll post her bail." He was about to disconnect the call, then said, "Oh, I think your will look great, if that dress was a deep red color. Ciao, Callista." And disconnected the call.
Callista lowered the phone to her side, as she thought of the best way to tell Ulysses, he was going to escort her to one of the hottest Latin Dance clubs in the city. To watch his loving wife, do some very intimate dancing with another tom, wearing a dress which would do nothing to hide her lower half, once she started moving. "Ulysses, you are not going to like what I'm going to tell you," she said, before she went back to the Courtyard to check on Evelyn.
End of Chapter