I Never Expected This 3:
Visitors In the Night

by Fur and Fantasy
R
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There was a bubbling in the dark water of MegaKat Harbor, followed by a eruption of water as a black figure leapt from the water landing on the dock with remarkable grace for its six foot plus height and solid build. There was a brief surge of static and the black turned liquid and flowed off the figure revealing a solid, muscular gold and chocolate tabby tomkat with a black eye patch over his right eye. He was wearing tight black jeans and a blue and red striped t-shirt that accented his muscular chest. Over the shirt he wore a black leather jacket, with metal accents.

"Okay, Furlong. Now if I was from here where would I be?" He muttered quietly, and began walking with a determined pace.

"Hey Stripes!" A rough male voice called out from the darkness. "You on the clock? Wha'dja get for an hour?"

The Tabby stopped in his tracks as he realized that the rude tom probably knew the person he was looking for. And he didn't like the disrespectful manner anyway. In a incredibly fluid motion, the tabby had grabbed the light brown tom, and slammed up against a wall out of sight in an alleyway.

"Now, trash." He growled dangerously, claw tips scratching the tom's neck. "Just who do you think I am?"

"Oh, shit." The frightened punk said as he noticed the eye patch. "I thought you were that whore, Furlong."

The warrior squeezed slightly, making the tom's eyes bulge a little. "If you enjoy breathing, you will not use that word again in my presence." He growled, the one eye narrowing. "Now where would I find Furlong?"

"Don't know." He said quietly. "But he works for Stellar Escorts. They'd know for sure."

"I see." He rumbled in displeasure, which caused the smaller tom to go a bit white under his fur. "And where is this place of business located, and what is its phone number?" He demanded.

The tom panicked for a moment, before he remembered. "Card in my wallet." He murmured in terror.

The large tom slashed the wallet free of the kat's jeans with what appeared to be metal-tipped claws. "Who rules this city and who commands its military?" He growled demandingly.

"Manx is mayor, and Feral runs the Enforcers."

"Little changes." He muttered. "If you value your hide, you will not mention me to _anyone_." He growled darkly. "You wouldn't want to see me mad." He said, implying that his current mood wasn't.

"No, no I won't say anything." The punk promised eagerly.

"Good. Remember that." He said before a jolt of electricity ran from his claw tips knocking his victim solidly unconscious. He dropped the unconscious form behind a dumpster, and perused the contents of the wallet for information. Satisfied, he changed direction and headed more directly into the downtown areas.

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  There was a surge of light and energy in Ulysses Feral's
apartment, just before three figures appeared. Two were small,
lightly built toms with green eyes and dark reddish fur who were
wearing white three piece business suits with gold accents. The
third was a large, chocolate and gold tabby tom nude except for a
complex looking collar, whose fur was heavily scorched in places, and
who was bleeding from several recent wounds. All the injuries
appeared to be from some kind of whip or lash.
  
  "I still don't get it." The one small tom said to the other. "Why
bother capturing the original and killing this clone? It would be
simpler to simply kill the original."

  "Yes, but if the double 'dies' at Feral's hands, and then we
successfully bring him back it will generate a great deal of
animosity toward Feral and good will toward us with his partner."
He said simply, gesturing at the tom to sit on the large bed. "And
that is what the Luminary wants."

  "We exist but to serve her Exaltedness." The other tom said in a
very formalized response. "Her glory magnifies us all."

  "We serve her in all ways and places, without question." Was the
others equally formal response.

  "What do we wait for now?"

  "He must die while Feral is present for it to look right." He said
easily, ignoring the frightened whine from the large tabby.

  "Then we wait for Feral." He said assuming an 'at ease' posture.

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"Looks like Feral has guests." The tom with the eye patch said softly, as he landed silently on the balcony outside the apartment. He place his claws against the window and a burst of electricity quickly disabled the security system without triggering it. "Thanks, Razor." He said softly. "I'll get you out, yet." He promised as he slipped quietly into the apartment.

He moved silently from room to room, until he spotted the three toms in the bedroom, stopping in shock of recognition at the nude tom. He stepped into the room boldly. "So...what are you boys doing with Furlong there?" He said pleasantly. "Is this some bizarre game of Feral's?" He asked dangerously, since he didn't like people abusing any Chance.

"This is none of your concern, you should leave." The one small tom said firmly.

"Before you become a victim to forces larger than yourself." The other added.

"Big mistake, boys." He grinned predatorily. "I've been threatened by the best and you ain't it." He said before he move in for a lightning swift strike that snapped the neck of the one tom.

"You dare?!" The remaining tom screeched and snap drew a blaster, which was knocked from his grip just before his neck snapped as well.

"Great ... two bodies." The tom with the eye patch muttered, as he shoved them quickly in a closet and sprayed a substance from his belt pack on them. "Scent neutralizer, don't leave home without it." He said as he turned to face his near-double. "Hmm. Control collar, I'll get rid of that. Don't move." He commanded, just before a meter long sword appeared in his hand and struck precisely severing the collar without harming the tom. "Now, what's your name?"

"Chance." The large tom said in a very immature sounding voice.

"How old are you, Chance?"

"Five."

"Oh, shit." The tom said quietly. "A clone. Wonder how many of me there are running around this world." He muttered quietly. "You better get out on the balcony and stay quiet and out of sight."

"Okay." The nude tom said obediently, and loped out on to the porch, while the warrior carefully scrubbed all evidence of any unauthorized presence.

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The warrior was still searching when he heard the door unlock. Under the cover of stealth and the scent neutralizer he waited motionlessly to see who it was. Sound and a whiff of sent told him before sight it was Feral and a Lioness Xanith, and both were more than mildly drunk.

The warrior couldn't decide whether the escort service had lied to him or if Feral had dumped Furlong at some point. There was only one way to find out, he thought as he quickly calibrated the stun charge to take down a large Xanith, with some to spare since Feral was always a tough bastard. He fluidly rolled into position and discharged the fully charged claws in a field effect engulfing the two Kats in a high voltage stun field.

The warrior didn't recognize the Lioness so he simply placed the high-strength advanced restraints on her ankles and wrists and a gag in her mouth. He placed in her a spare room, after making sure there was no phone access, just in case.

Having quickly cleared the unimportant obstacle, he secured Feral spread eagle to the big bed using the same incredibly strong restraints. Once the big tom was safely secured, he applied a stimulant gas to wake him up. "Okay Feral, time to wake up." He rumbled dangerously.

"What the hell?" Feral growled back as his brain processed the situation.

"Let's not get distracted by discussing where you deserve to be." The warrior growled back. "I'd rather not spend any time around a good-for-nothing sadist like you, but you're the last one to see Furlong and I want to know where he is. Feel free to give me an excuse to extract a little payback for him, for the abuse you've given him."

"Why do you want to know?" Feral narrowed his yellow eyes and growled low in the throat as he tested the restraints.

"I need his help." He said simply, bringing a very thoughtful, though still highly irritated, look to Feral's face. "Not that you should really care, based on your past record of how you've treated him."

The giant brown tom fell silent for a moment, regarding his captor thoughtfully. "He's with a lover tonight." He answered simply.

"Yeah, right." The tom said sarcastically. "I _know_ you rented him tonight. So what'd you trade him for, and to who?" He asked with a dangerous growl.

"Alex (last name), to Alex." He responded quietly. "Just drop by the Salvage Yard around nine. He'll be there."

"Some things never change." The tom said darkly. "You still treat people like property. Well, just a small warning. Unless you want the city to need a new Commander, make sure I've left before you abuse him again." He said as he left the room, closing the door behind him.

I Never Expected This 3: Visitors In the Night

R
Het Level is None
Slash Level is Slash Smut Level is High
Femslash Level is None
Herm Level is None

10 KB, Story is Complete, Series is Finished
Written January 13, 2006 by Rauhnee Ranshanka, Todd McCall and Vorex

Setting: SWAT Kats

Primary Races: Kat, Xanith

Contents: Furry. Slash (M/M). Angst, Sex (Kinky)

Pairings: Withheld for spoilers from Hell

Blurb: Feral has two sets of unexpected visitors, none who mean him well.

Disclaimer: All things taken directly from the sources listed under 'Fandoms' belong to the owners of those shows. No harm is intended and we're definitely not making any money. Now, the things we created are ours, and if you see 'Non-FanFic' up there, it's probably all ours.

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