Author's warning: Adult themes. Adult themes. And adult themes. Actually, most of the adult stuff is toward the end. I apologize for the suck-ass action sequences. I really am more of a fan of drama. I'm better at drama. Anywho... happy reading.
"You have to be careful," Dr. N. Zyme warned the Swat Kats before they ran in after viper. "We've been doing extensive research on molecular and genetic alterations. Some of our experiments are highly unstable."
"We'll try not to wreck your lab, Doc." T-Bone said as he ran after Razor down the corridor.
"It's not the lab I'm worried about," Dr. Zyme said to the retreating vigilantes.
"Alright, snake breath," Razor skidded to a halt after careening around a corner into a dimly lit laboratory filled with several very high tech machines, among an array of test tubes and chemicals. "Hey, where'd he go?"
T-Bone pointed across the lab. "There's another room over there." He darted towards the door. Razor followed only a few steps before a slimy, thorn covered vine wrapped around his ankles.
Dr. Viper laughed from the ventilation shaft above the Swat Kat's head.
Razor twisted and fell onto his back, simultaneously aiming his glovatrix at the vine. "I really need to start carrying weed killer with me." He fired two mini buzz-saw missiles. Then he followed it with a mini-baby boomer in Viper's direction.
Debris fell from the ceiling while Razor tried to untangle himself from the remaining vine wrapped around his legs. T-Bone grabbed his arms and slid him out of the way. The larger Swat Kat readied his glovatrix for when the dust settled.
"Isssss that all you've got?" Dr. Viper hissed.
"Just getting you down to our level," T-Bone smirked and took aim.
Viper commanded his plantimals to attack. Immediately, the same slime covered vegetation sprang from the floor to entangle T-Bone.
"What the... ugh...." T-Bone struggled to work his glovatrix paw free. The thorns tore at his flight suit.
Razor sliced through his partner's restraints and fired on Dr. Viper a second time. The scientist cackled loudly as he avoided the shot. "Thissss will hold you off while I esssssscape!" He tossed a vial of acid in the smaller vigilante's direction. Razor narrowly dodged the vile and it hit a machine behind him causing it to spark as the acid ate through the metal. At the same time, one of the still wriggling pieces of mutagen enhanced vines smacked into the table containing various experiments. More fearful of the chemicals than the frying electrical components, Razor backed into the machine.
T-Bone, who was still struggling to untangle himself, looked up in time to catch the high voltage warning on the equipment behind his partner. "Razor, watch out!"
Before the smaller kat could touch the machine, however, it exploded. An exposed and very live wire landed in some of the spilled chemicals. Razor ducked to avoid the explosion, but the electricity was causing the chemicals on the floor to burn, filling the room with smoke.
Razor gasped and choked as the smoke filled his lungs. He struggled to activate the mask in his helmet but his reactions had immediately slowed.
Using his shoulder, T-Bone maneuvered enough to activate his gas mask. If he could just free his arms, he'd be able to cut the vines loose. While his partner choked and coughed loudly behind him, he managed to get some slack and move his wrist.
Razor couldn't see what was going on. He was on his knees at this point, trying desperately to lift his arms. His body felt tingly at first, but then an unbearable amount of pain shot from his toes all the way up to his ears. He gasped but his lungs didn't even have enough oxygen to scream. All he could manage was a pathetic whimper before his vision doubled, then swayed, as he began to black out.
T-Bone finally cut himself free and stumbled into the pinkish gray smoke to find his partner. "Razor!" He called out, muffled by the mask. He spotted the figure in the smoke, crumpled in a heap on the tile floor. "Crud..." He cursed and knelt to lift the slender tom. Once free of the lab, T-Bone sat Razor down to check his pulse. He managed not to leap for joy when he felt the beating, unsteady as it was, beneath his fingertips. It was when he leaned closer to see if he was breathing that he noticed a difference. Did Razor have... boobs?
That was when Dr. Zyme and several lesser scientists came running. "We heard the explosion. I just wanted to be sure that none of our experiments... oh my..." The bio-chemist was far quicker in noticing the change than T-Bone.
Razor moaned softly and tiredly blinked his eyes open. He wished he hadn't. The light was far to bright and the sharp pain it caused made his stomach turn violently. He moaned again and squeezed his amber eyes shut. "T-Bone?"
"I'm right here buddy." He faltered before placing his paw on his friend's arm.
"D.... did you get him?" He coughed. His lungs burned. Keeping his eyes shut, he took stock of his injuries. 'That's easy,' he thought. 'Everything hurts.'
"Snake puss got away again." T-Bone's eyes traveled the length of Razor's body. "Um... how... how do you feel?"
Razor was unnerved by the caution in his pilot's voice. He wondered what part of his body had been mutated as he cautiously opened his eyes. This time he squinted until his vision slowly adjusted. "I'm not a frog, am I?" His voice didn't sound right. It was too high pitched.
"Uh... not quite..." T-Bone looked up at Dr. Zyme. "What exactly where you working on?"
"Nothing that would do this. It must have been a pretty drastic chemical reaction to alter a kat this... dramatically."
Razor, who had yet to notice the physical change, frowned. "The chemicals on the floor where electrically charged." He looked up at T-Bone. The shocked look on his face was scaring him. Jake held up his paws and looked at them. Then he looked at his feet out in front of him. "What's going on?"
"You think you can stand?" T-Bone said as he noticed a mirrored glass window down the hall.
"Yeah..." He held out a paw for T-Bone to pull him to his feet. Razor felt his knees buckle and T-Bone helped him over to the mirror.
"Are you ready for this?"
"I'm not sure," Razor replied. He met his reflection. His eyes widened and his breath caught in his throat. This had to be a joke. Hanging out from beneath his helmet and black mask was a long mane of reddish brown hair. That was the least of his worries. He looked himself up and down slowly before turning his head to look at T-Bone. Razor opened and closed his mouth stupidly as he tried to form words, tried to breathe... anything.
"It's kind of a shock, huh?" T-Bone tried to joke.
Razor promptly rolled his eyes backwards and collapsed unconscious to the ground. He remained unconscious even as Dr. Zyme made several calls to have the Swat Kat examined while T-Bone moved him before the Enforcers could see the damage.
T-Bone wasn't exactly sure he wanted to be in the room for this, but he had to protect Razor's identity, whatever that was now. He assisted in removing his friend's flight suit.
"Holy..." He muttered, taking in his friend's bare chest.
Dr. Mariana Chartreuse was the on staff physician at Megakat Bio-Chemical Research. She'd been in said position for several years, and had seen many strange things as a result of laboratory accidents. This, however, was a first. She sighed and prepared to remove the vigilante's boxers.
"Hey!" T-Bone gave her a shocked look. "What are you doing?"
"We need to see how thorough the transformation was." She ignored his outburst.
T-Bone wanted to look away, but it was like a bad car wreck. His eyes widened as he saw what was under Razor's shorts... or rather... what wasn't.
"I'm afraid life is about to get complicated for your young friend, here." Dr. Chartreuse gave T-Bone a sympathetic look as she returned the underwear. "Any further tests will need to be done once he's awake. We'll need his consent."
"Until then?" T-Bone looked stricken.
"Until then, you might as well get comfortable. Don't worry. The Enforcers have no need to be on this side of the complex. There's an alert button on the side of the exam table. Right here." She lifted it so that T-Bone could see it. "When he wakes up, you can press that so we can finish the exam."
T-Bone watched her leave and removed his helmet. His mask was sweaty. And he felt weary as he sat down and rested his head against the walls. "This is nuts," he mumbled. He didn't have a long wait before his partner started to come back around.
Razor, who'd been stripped down to just his underwear and his mask, had been covered with a blanket. He groaned. Then he shivered. For a moment, he simply lay there with his eyes shut. He was sore. And not moving seemed like the best idea. Then, like a right hook to the jaw, he remembered seeing his reflection. He gasped and shot up, causing the blanket to fall away.
T-Bone jumped up to steady his partner.
Razor sucked in panicked breaths and grabbed the blanket, pulling it up over his... er... her breasts. "Please tell me this is a dream?"
"Afraid not." T-Bone replied. "Look on the bright side."
"There's a bright side?"
"You're totally hot."
Razor's ears flattened and his...uh... her tail twitched angrily. "Not helping..." He... I mean she... ground out through clenched teeth. "This isn't permanent, is it?"
T-Bone shrugged. "I'm supposed to let Dr. Chartreuse, who is also kind of hot, by the way, know when you're awake. She said there's some more tests to do but that you had to consent to it first." He gave Razor a concerned look. He was angry. That much was clear. But he could sense the barely contained fear and confusion. "I figured I'd give you a minute to get it together before they turned you into a pin cushion."
Razor puffed out an irritated sigh. "That's going to take far more than a minute, T-Bone. Might as well go ahead and get it over with. At least that way I'll know if something seriously got screwed up." She grimaced. "Well... more screwed up than all of this anyway..."
T-Bone snorted and pressed the call button.
Dr. Chartreuse had an assistant take a blood sample. Then she started talking about having to do a more thorough examination. That's when Razor told T-Bone he could just... wait outside. This was already beyond mortifying.
After having every inch of his new body poked and prodded, Razor was several shades of red and pulling back on her flight suit.
"Do you want me to tell T-Bone he can come back in?" Dr. Chartreuse asked. Her voice was an unnerving soothing tone.
Razor looked down and sighed. "Can I just be alone for a few minutes?"
She nodded and gently patted the she-kat's arm. Razor watched her go and let out a bragged breath. There were so many things running through her head. There was a mirror on the wall. With shaking paws, she removed her mask. It was like looking at someone completely different. Sure, the same features were there. The same cinnamon colored fur. The same honey colored eyes. But the thick wavy hair was hard to look at, although not nearly as overwhelming as the perky boobs, smaller, more defined waist line and the wider hips. It was a body any she-kat would've loved to have. Petite and curved in all the right places. Jake tasted bile in his throat and promptly began to vomit just as the door opened.
"Razor you alright? I was getting... worried..." T-Bone grimaced, then shut the door when he realized Razor wasn't wearing a mask. "At least you didn't get turned into a frog or anything."
Razor spat in the sink and then glared at T-Bone's reflection. "Would you please stop trying to make me feel better about this?"
"Well, I'm kind of at a loss on what to do here." T-Bone crossed his arms over his chest.
"How about thinking about what we're going to do if they can't fix this? I think that's a good start." Razor snapped.
T-Bone shrugged. "We'll think of something."
There was a knock on the door. Dr. Chartreuse waited a few moments before opening the door. It gave Razor enough time to slip back on the mask.
"Okay, I have some good news and some bad news... and then a lot more bad news." She held a folder in her paws. "What do you want first?"
"Unless the good news is that you can fix this right now, I don't really care what order you give it in." Razor sulked.
"Alright then," She rolled her chair in his direction. "You're going to want to sit down."
Razor gave T-Bone a defeated look and sat in the chair.
"Good news is, it doesn't seem like anything was injured or damaged in the change. Superficially anyway. If the chemicals had any effects on your health, we wouldn't be able know what to look for until you started showing symptoms. That being said, you should know that the transformation from male to female was complete. Right down to your DNA. It's truly amazing, really. You might as well have been born a girl."
"Amazing isn't exactly the word I'd use to describe it." Razor blinked up at the doctor.
"Well in any case, we're at a complete loss as far as what to do. We have no idea which chemicals got mixed before they were activated. It could be years before we managed to duplicate what caused the change. And until we can duplicate it, we can't know how to reverse it."
"So what you're saying is that I'm pretty much screwed?" Razor tried not to sound bitter. It wasn't the doctor's fault. And Dr. Zyme had told them to be careful. "Got any advice?"
Dr. Chartreuse's smile was strained. "Did you take sex ed in high school?"
"I hope you paid attention."
Razor remained quiet on the flight home.
Changing had been a little awkward. Jake shot Chance a glare.
"What?" Chance tried not to laugh. "If it was me, you'd be staring at my tits too."
"Yeah well, it's not you." Jake slammed the locker shut and fought the urge to sway her hips as she went upstairs.
"You know, eventually, you're gonna have to stop sulking and just deal with it." Chance followed her. "And we're gonna have to do something. Kats are going to be able to put two and two together when I keep calling the new girl 'Jake.'" He looked at the baggy jeans and t-shirt his friend was wearing. "You want me to call my sister and have her bring you some clothes?"
"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" Jake looked down at the worn and greasy jeans and old gray t-shirt.
"You look like a dyke." Chance said bluntly. "Besides, if you're stuck being a she-kat, you might as well dress like one. It'll make covering what happened easier."
"First of all," Jake narrowed her eyes. "If dressing like a dyke means I won't have a bunch of toms checking me out, then I'm going to dress like a dyke. Second, don't call Shiloh. She's going to take one look at me and laugh for the next century. Her teasing was bad enough before all of this."
Chance rolled his eyes. "I don't see why the two of you can't just get along." He grabbed the phone. "I'm calling her. There's a whole bunch of girl stuff you'll probably need that neither one of us can think of. When I get off the phone, we're gonna have to figure out what happened to Jake and where..." he paused. "Where.... you came from."
The saving grace in being a Swat Kat was that neither of the vigilantes had much family to speak of. Jake had an aunt... somewhere, but that was it. Chance still had his parents and his younger sister Shiloh. Shiloh was Jake's age. And when Chance started considering Jake family, so did Shiloh. Along with that, came her affectionate name calling and loving barbs.
"Okay," She said, holding a duffel bag full of clothes. "Where's the nerd hiding?"
"Bedroom," Chance replied. "And cut 'im some slack. How'd you like to be turned into a boy?"
"You have no idea how much easier life would be." Shiloh quipped. "And you mean 'her.'" She went down the hall and knocked on Jake's door. Her eyes widened when she took in the feminine face staring back at her. "Wow."
"That's it? Wow? Couldn't come up with anything better?" Jake sneered.
Shiloh shook her head. "Well, I was compiling a list on my way, but now that I see you, I'm actually kind of jealous. Look at your hair!" She gushed and pushed Jake back into the bedroom, shutting the door behind her. "And you're so thin! I mean, you've always been skinny, but as a tom you looked scrawny. As a she-kat... my clothes might be a little big for you." Shiloh blushed beneath her trademark Furlong blonde fur and black stripes.
Jake rolled her eyes. "You're not fat."
"I didn't say I was." Shiloh glared and dumped her bag on the bed.
Jake made a disgusted face and picked up a pair of blue cotton panties. "You haven't worn these, have you?"
Shiloh rolled her eyes. "No. I made a special trip to the mall just to buy you some underwear." She shook her head. "You're lucky they're clean. You need any help getting dressed?"
"I'm not an idiot." Jake replied. "I've undressed plenty of she-kats to know which article of clothing goes where."
"Your mom doesn't count." Shiloh smirked on her way out.
Jake looked down at the clothing she'd brought. "She couldn't at least bring me matching underwear?" She picked up the gray sports bra.
After she'd dressed, she looked down and sighed. "I feel like an idiot. And Chance is going to laugh me into next week." Jake nervously bit her lip. "Might as well get it over with." She opened the door and walked out.
Shiloh whistled. "Helllooo nurse!"
Chance felt his jaw drop. Shiloh's clothes were a little loose on Jake's new body, but not drastically. They weren't anything spectacular either. Just a simple pair of low rise jeans with a flared leg and what would've been a fitted t-shirt on his sister. It looked much more modest on Jake. But the large tabby couldn't stop himself from imagining his friend in a slightly smaller size.
Jake blushed. She felt like he should be feeling perverted walking around in ladies clothing, but it felt comfortable. She looked up at Chance and then glared. "Chance!" She snapped. "You're such a pig."
Chance grinned and shook his head. "I... I can't help it. It's not like I ever imagined what you'd look like as a chick, but I don't think I would've figured you as attractive."
Jake rolled her eyes. "Alright master of the she-kat ways. I'm at your mercy."
"Not yet you aren't. I'm not calling you 'Jake' out in public. And what about your driver's license and stuff? You gonna go tell the social security administration and the DMV that you just decided to have a sex change?"
"Hell no!" Jake paled. Then she sighed. "Look... they... they said this was permanent, right?"
Jake sighed again. "Then my identity is about to get stolen." All three kats made a trip down into the hangar. Jake sat down at the powerful computer she'd built from scrap. While she set about turning Jake Clawson, male into.... Jacquelyn Clawson female, Shiloh started compiling a list of necessary girl items.
"So, you're hormones and everything got switched around?" Shiloh made a face.
Jake nodded. "That's pretty much what the doc said. Why?"
She simply laughed and looked at her brother, he decided lifting weights was the best solution to the situation. "Hey Chance, you think you can deal with PMS once a month?" The barbell crashed to the floor.
Jake paused mid keystroke and looked up. "Excuse me?"
Instead of elaborating, Shiloh made a face like she was thinking really hard. "I'll call my gyno and set you up an appointment when you get your identity fixed."
Several hours later, Jake looked up tiredly. "Okay... done. Just gotta wait on a couple of 'replacement' documents to come in the mail and I can go to the DMV and get my license."
"That's going to take a couple of weeks at least." Shiloh said. "In the mean time, you need some clothes."
"Yeah well, that's gonna have to wait. My credit card says Jake and if they card me I can't use it."
"No big." Shiloh shrugged. "It's on me. I have a good paying job, remember?"
Jake and Chance rolled their eyes as she, once again, reminded them of her powerful position as assistant to the District Attorney of MKC.
Jake was glad she'd had to foresight to read the sizes on Shiloh's clothing before he put them on. It definitely made things less awkward. Especially when she dragged her into the underwear section.
"You should get this one!" Shiloh excitedly held up a pair of hot pink lacy boy shorts.
Jake's eyes widened and she snatched it out of her paws and put it back on the rack. "I'm not wearing that."
"Come on. You've got such a cute butt. It would look good on you."
"Well I'm the only one seeing this cute butt, so I'm not getting something intended for other kats to see."
"Who says no one else is going to see it?"
Jake glared at her. "You know any single lesbians?"
Shiloh thought for a moment. "Actually, I don't know any lesbians."
"My point exactly." Jake sighed. This was so frustrating. No wonder girls took forever shopping. Everything seemed so... slutty.
Shiloh figured Jake at a size 6. "How about you just stand there and look cute and let me pick out your clothes? This takes experience."
"Fine with me," Jake threw up her arms in defeat.
Shiloh was like a kitten in a candy factory. She didn't have a whole lot of friends. With Jake... er Jacquelyn's current situation, Shiloh had a feeling they'd be spending a lot more time together.
"Are we done?" Jake asked.
"Not yet. You need shoes."
"My feet are still the same size, thank you very much."
"Yeah, but a she-kat's feet are shaped a little different than a tom's. Besides, you're converses look like shit."
Chance quickly averted his gaze before his friend turned around and caught him looking at her butt again. It was just so hard getting used to the change. "Why couldn't he have been turned into an ugly girl? That would make this so much easier!" He thought.
The familiar sound of a dump truck backing up alerted them both to the arrival of their favorite two kats. Jake and Chance looked at each other before going down into the garage.
"Hey we brought yous two bums something t' do today!" Burke grinned broadly.
"Is it just me, or are you uglier today?" Chance snarled back at the filthy, gap-toothed kat.
"What'd you say to me you..." Burke trailed off as he caught sight of the she-kat standing next to the ex-Enforcer. "Well, well, well. Hey Murray! Get a gander at this dame! What's a babe like you doing in a dump like this?"
Jake couldn't stop the look of shock and disgust that crossed her face.
"Mmm mm mmmm," Murray added in as he came around and took in the girl. "What happened to the scrawny little shrimp, Furlong? He wasn't cuttin' it so you had to get a girl to replace him?"
"That's none of your business, fur brain." Chance moved in front of Jake, feeling suddenly protective.
"Heh. Hey, nice legs, toots. What time do they open?" Burke quipped with a wink.
"Clever," Jake replied. "You think of that all by yourself or did your mama help you?"
Had Jake still been Jake, Burke and Murray would've taken that as their cue to start swinging. But since Jake was decidedly not Jake anymore, the two half wits laughed loudly. "I got something better for you to use that purdy little mouth for."
"Hey!" Chance snarled, grabbing a pipe out of the pile of scrap on their doorstep. "Didn't anyone ever teach you not to talk to a lady like that?"
"You're forgetting one thing, Chance." Jake hissed, stepping out from behind her friend and getting in Burke's face. "I'm no lady."
Burke had been expecting a slap. Maybe even a back-paw to the cheek. He definitely wasn't expecting the closed fist punch to the jaw.
Burke squawked loudly and spat a mouthful of blood onto the dirt. "Crazy bitch," he hissed.
Chance smirked as they drove away. "Not bad... for a girl," he teased.
"Please tell me I've never talked to a girl like that?" Jake looked down at her feet.
"You've got more class than that." Chance said. "And you should probably just brace yourself. You're a hot chick and a mechanic. Kat's are either not going to take you seriously, or try to run their game on you. Most likely both."
"You know what?"
"Huh?" Chance asked as he began sorting out the pile of scrap.
"It would be really awesome if you stopped calling me 'hot'."
Deputy Mayor Calico Briggs groaned as her car's temperature gauge inched up towards the hot side of the dial. "If it's not one thing with this car..." She trailed off. It was bad enough it was 90 degrees outside. She turned the heat on in her car to take some of the heat off the engine and rolled down the windows, a trick her father had taught her when her first car had the same problem. "I know these guys are probably getting tired of seeing me."
When a she-kat in a pair of slightly baggy torn blue jeans and a tank top came out to pull her car into the garage, she shot Chance a look. "What happened to your friend? Jake?" She trusted those two mechanics a hundred percent with her troublesome car. She wasn't too sure about this new girl. She did look a little familiar though.
"Jake... uh..." Chance looked at his partner. "Jake was in a little accident. This is his twin sister, Jacquelyn. Don't worry though, she's just as much of a whiz with cars as Jake is."
"His sister, huh?" She gave Jacquelyn an assessing look and smiled. "That's why you looked so familiar."
Jake had pulled her long hair up into a messy ponytail. She wiped her paw on her jeans when Callie held out her paw in greeting.
"How long have you been in town?"
"Oh... um... a week or so." Jake gave Chance a nervous look.
Chance was clearly a million miles away, imagining some hot girl on girl action between 'Jacquelyn' and Callie.
"Don't worry about your car. It's in good paws."
"I don't have a doubt in my mind." Callie smiled at the petite she-kat. "How long do you think it will take?"
"With where your water pump sits, we're gonna need to take out most of the engine to get to it. It will be a couple of days." Jake replied. "Do you need a ride home or something?"
Callie smiled. "You're just too sweet. No. My ride should be here any minute." Right on cue, the Mayor's expensive limousine pulled into the dusty lot.
When she was gone, Jake turned to look at her coworker. "You can stop day dreaming, Chance. We've got work to do."
"Alright sweetie, just put your feet up in the stirrups."
Jake was sure that the only time he'd ever wanted to hear those words was if she was riding a horse.
"Do you remember when your last period was?"
"Um..." Jake bit his lip. "Not... exactly...."
"It's alright. I don't always keep track of mine. Are you sexually active?"
Jake had to chuckle at this. "Yeah but... it's been a while..." 'God this is embarrassing!' She screamed in thought.
"Well since you can't remember your last period, you'll need to take a pregnancy test. We'll be able to tell you where you are in your cycle from that."
As Shiloh's doctor examined her, Jake wondered if maybe girls really didn't enjoy it as much as guys. Because as much time as this lady was spending down there, Jake wasn't feeling anything more than awkward and impatient. "A little bit of discomfort, my tail," she thought.
After the exam and a pregnancy test, Dr. Higgins informed 'Jacquelyn' that she was perfectly healthy.
"I can't really see why you wouldn't have had one. Nothing seems out of order. If you don't get it in two or three weeks, reschedule and we'll see about setting you up on birth control to regulate it."
Jake shot Shiloh a hateful look as they left. "You know, this whole girl thing is really a pain in the ass."
"You have no idea," Chance's sister replied.
Jake jumped out of bed and landed in a heap on the floor. The alarm was blaring loudly. She looked at the clock and groaned. "Don't criminals need their sleep too?" She sighed and pushed herself up and ran down the stairs.
"What's the damage?" Jake asked as she reached her locker.
"Viper. Again." Chance grumbled as he slid off the basketball shorts he wore over his boxers while he slept. He was pulling on his flight suit while Jake was sliding off her own shorts, revealing a pair of hot pink lace boy shorts. He arched an eyebrow and grinned. "Those are cute."
"What?" Jake gave Chance a dumbfounded look. Chance nodded his head down. Jake blushed and then glared. "Do you mind?" She slid on her own flight suit, which Shiloh had gratefully altered to fit a female frame.
"Not at all," T-Bone smirked and turned towards the jet.
After two and half weeks of kats undressing her with their eyes, this was starting to become routine. She didn't know when she started responding to "Jac" or "J." Chance had made it a habit because he didn't want to slip up and call her 'Jake' in the presence of someone who knew Jake was a tom.
"At least this is still the same," Razor thought. Sure, her voice wasn't anything close to masculine anymore, but she could still kick some serious tail. They'd gone out on a test flight just to make sure her reflexes hadn't been damaged in the accident.
"Any sign of him?" T-Bone asked impatiently.
"Um... I'm not too sure, but I think that giant swamp where the park used to be could be a good place to start." Razor pointed.
T-Bone sighed. "What is it with him and swamps? And I'm so tired of giant bugs and overgrown weeds!"
"Yeah well, I don't know about you, but I'm just glad this fight is outside." Razor added. "I don't think I could take something else exploding and turning me into something different."
T-Bone flew the Turbokat above the swamp.
"Back off, Swat Kats! The Enforcers will handle this!" Commander Feral's voice boomed out of his megaphone.
"Sure, as soon as we find Dr. Viper and stop this swamp from taking over the rest of the city."
Jake shivered as she peeled off the wet, smelly flight suit. As much as she loved going out on the Cyclotron and fighting their enemies paw to paw, this was one she'd hoped they would've been able to take care of in the air.
"I got dibs on the shower," she glared at Chance. He was just as smelly and covered in swamp water and sludge as she was.
"Ladies first," he teased halfheartedly.
"You know what? You can just shove it up your ass, Chance. It's six in the morning. I've had to deal with your shit for, I dunno, 2 weeks now? Can you just can it for five seconds?" Jake snapped.
Chance's jaw fell open. "Sorry J, I was just teasing you."
"Yeah well, I'm tired of it." Jake seethed and stomped up the stairs in only her underwear because she didn't want to get the muck from the swamp on her shorts.
Chance watched her go and rolled his eyes. Six AM? Shiloh would be on her jog. He went upstairs and picked up the phone.
"Yeah?" Her voice panted in his ear.
"And the bitchiness starts..." Chance complained.
"What?" She blew out a breath. It sounded like she was slowing to a walk. "What are you talking about?"
"You know the whole thing with Dr. Viper this morning? I'm sure it was all over the news."
"Yeah. That. So?" Shiloh was becoming impatient. Chance was screwing up her rhythm.
He explained Jake's sudden temper tantrum over a little bit of teasing only to have her laugh in his ear.
"What's today?" She asked.
"I don't know... Tuesday? Why?"
"No. What day is it? The 14th?" Shiloh chuckled again. "I think I know what's going on. You wanna get on his... um... her good side?"
"If it means not getting snapped at over something she was just fine with two days ago, then yeah." Chance heard the shower shut off.
"You got any ice cream?" Shiloh asked.
"No. Why would she want ice cream?"
"Oh come on, Chance. You have a sister. I'm sure you can figure this out."
"I've had, like, 4 hours of sleep. Can't you give me a hint?"
Shiloh laughed again. "Nah. I'll come by on my lunch hour."
Chance looked at the phone in his paw with a confused look on his face. "Ice cream does sound kind of good," he thought.
"Hey J, I'm sorry about earlier." Chance tried to apologize as his still sulking friend came out of the bathroom.
"Yeah. Okay. Whatever. Can we just drop it?" Jake winced. Shiloh had been right about the pain.
"What's wrong?" Chance was fearful she'd been injured during their mission.
"Nothing," She hissed. "Just go take your shower already. You smell like an alligator."
"What the hell is your problem?" Chance snapped. "I know I've been giving you a little bit of grief over this whole thing, but aside from that, I've been pretty nice about it. I don't know what the hell is up with the attitude, but I'm not going to walk on eggshells because you have to wear a bra instead of a jockstrap. You should be thanking your lucky stars you weren't killed!"
Jake clenched her fists and fought to keep from stomping her foot. "Why don't you just go blow something up and get turned into a girl! Then you can yell at me for being upset! Until then, you don't have a clue how frustrating this is!" Tears started to well up in her eyes.
Chance's eyes widened. The whole scene was unnerving.
"God damn it!" Jake shouted and forcefully wiped her eyes.
"You know what... maybe you should just get some sleep or something. We're both really tired and it's almost time to open the garage..." This was uncharted territory. "This is almost as bad as when Shiloh got her first...." His silent thought trailed off as realization hit him.
"And there you go, staring at me again." Jake hissed. "I'm going to bed."
Jake frantically wiped at the tears streaming down her cheeks. The worst part was not knowing exactly why she was so upset. "I can't believe I'm crying over this." She sniffled and pulled her knees up under her chin. Her stomach hurt and so did her back. For the first time in her life, she felt like she was fat. Jake shifted uncomfortably. She'd been hesitant to go with the tampons but Shiloh had insisted. "You move around too much for anything else," she'd said at the time.
Jake sucked in a shaky breath and turned off the lamp. Just as she slid beneath the sheets, the door opened.
"What do you want, Chance?" Jake asked quietly. Her tone had changed from accusing and hateful to downright depressed.
"I have something that might make you feel better. Shiloh suggested ice cream, but I think this might be a little more effective."
Jake rolled over and looked at Chance. He held up a bottle of water and a couple ibuprofen. "Now why didn't I think of that?" Jake sniffled. She swallowed the aspirin. "Sorry... for you know... snapping at you."
Chance's eyes widened in mock surprise. "Damn that worked fast. And those are just painkillers. Wonder what the stuff that's really supposed to help you will do."
Jake glared. "Seriously? You can't even let me apologize before you start in?"
"Oookay. I take it back. Didn't work at all." He grinned. Then got serious. "Come on, J. Lighten up. How long have you known me? This is how I deal with stuff. Besides, you being all moody and grouchy takes away from your sex appeal."
Jake rolled her eyes. "Please tell me that doesn't work on all the girls you've been with."
Chance shrugged. "Some of them. Mostly the drunk ones."
"Well that's a relief."
"You know me too well for it to work on you."
The way he said it, it almost sounded like a come on.
"That and the whole, you know, being a tom thing." Jake reminded him.
"You make a pretty good she-kat."
"This is getting kind of weird."
Chance bit his lip. "Yeah. I guess it is." He laughed away the tension. "I'm gonna go make some coffee. Get some sleep. I'll probably crash after Tweedledee and Tweedledum drop off our junk." He left Jake's room and shut the door behind him. He had to take a deep breath and close his eyes to slow his thought process down. He and Jake had always had this emotional bond. It's what made them such good friends. Now that he was a she, and she was attractive as hell, Chance was finding it hard to remember that Jake had been like a brother to him. "He should feel like a sister if anything," one side said. "Yeah, the stepsister with no relation whatsoever that you'd nail to the wall," the other side drooled. "Get a grip, Furlong!" Chance screamed inside his head. "Besides, it's different for him. He got turned into something he's attracted to."
Jake contemplated following Chance back out of his room. "No," she thought. "He's going to bed in a little bit anyway." She was feeling mixed up inside. In her entire life, she couldn't ever remember being attracted to toms. But just the other day, she caught herself watching Chance lift weights. That was part of her problem. Sure, there was the other thing, and that was new. And it was making her moody. On top of that, the way she'd been catching Chance looking at her made her feel weird. She recognized the feeling. This was the first time it had ever been directed towards the same gender... or now the opposite gender. "This is all just too much," she whispered.
Later, she woke up with Shiloh shaking a little bottle with a blue label in her ear. "Wakey wakey."
"What do you want, Shi?" Jake groaned.
"Chance said to tell you to just take the day off."
"Then why are you waking me up?"
"Because it's fun." Shiloh grinned widely. "These will work way better than what Chance gave you this morning." She reached into her pocket book. "And this will help too"
Jake looked at the large chocolate bar and felt her mouth water. She never even really liked chocolate before.
Later she would call her and tell her that she was a lifesaver and that she owed her one.
It was 95 degrees and the pathetic little shop fan wasn't doing any good. Jake had sacrificed her modesty for a pair of absurdly short shorts and a very tight fitting tank top. She was bent over the engine of a suped up little Civic, reconnecting a hose. Jake had finally grown accustomed to her friend's staring. In fact, she'd started doing things to provoke it. A few weeks ago, she would've rather sweated to death than wear such a skimpy outfit. She stretched a little further. Then pouted when a vehicle pulled in. It was some young hotshot driving an old pickup truck that sounded like one of the axles was about to fall off.
"You got this?" Chance gave the rough around the edges tom a hard look.
"No problem." Jake grinned.
"Anyone working today?" The tom gave the scantily clad she-kat an approving look. His gray eyes thoroughly examining every curve of her body.
"You're looking at her." Jake could just tell it was going to be one of those guys.
He laughed. "Cute. No really. What are you? A secretary?"
Jake held up her greasy paws. "Do these look like the paws of a secretary?"
"Look honey. I don't doubt for a second that you work here, but I can think of a million things you'd be much better at than fixing cars."
Jake put her paws on her hips and fixed him with a defiant glare. "Like what, exactly?"
He smirked. "With a body like that, it could be more than a million actually."
"You need help with something or you gonna stand there hitting on my mechanic all day?" Chance snarled.
Jake jumped slightly. She hadn't even heard him come up behind her.
"You... your mechanic?"
Jake grinned. "Told ya so."
"You've got to be kidding me." The tom arched an eyebrow.
Chance shrugged. "Take it or leave it. She's the best I know."
"Best at what, exactly?"
Jake grinned. She was going to have a little fun with this. "Well that depends on the service you need."
Chance bit his tongue. What was she doing? Why the hell was she talking to this douche like that?
"Well, babe. If you're as good at what you do as he says you are, I guess I'll just have to take his word for it." He flashed a grin, exposing his brilliant set of sharp white teeth.
"I suppose you will," Jake winked at him and took his keys, brushing his paw lightly.
It turned out that the customer had driven over something and managed to get a branch lodged in the undercarriage. Jake was sure Chance was going to blow a gasket when she told him that he had a "very large piece of wood stuck in it."
When he drove away, Jake could barely contain her laughter. "That was almost too much fun."
"I thought it was kind of slutty, actually." Chance glared at her.
"Oh come on, Chance. I'm stuck like this. The least I could do is have a little fun with it." She pouted. "Jeez, you'd almost think you were jealous or something."
Chance clenched and unclenched his fists. "Jealous isn't the word."
"Well what word would you use, then?" Jake didn't know what she'd expected, but it wasn't being pressed against the back end of the Civic she'd been working on and sucked into a deep kiss. Jake was stunned at first, then she parted her lips and let his tongue explore her mouth. Her mind was screaming "you're letting a guy kiss you!" While other parts were screaming "let him do more!"
"Chance," Jake breathed into his mouth.
He pulled back, not looking the least bit sorry. "You have to be wondering what it feels like."
Jake gave a nervous chuckle. "Actually I was going to suggest we do this somewhere that wasn't... you know... so open..."
If Chance was surprised, it was hard to tell. "You don't have to tell me twice."
Jake gasped when he lifted her up and carried her up the stairs, kicking the door shut behind him. Chance wasted no time as he laid her on her bed and slid up her tank top along with her sports bra, exposing her firm, perky boobs. He took one into his mouth and swirled his tongue around one of her erect nipples before gently tugging on it with his teeth.
Jake couldn't stop the pleased sound from coming out of her mouth. She could feel Chance grin before he moved to the other one. He was pressing hard into her leg through his coveralls. She unzipped them and pulled them down while he moved from her chest to the tight little shorts she'd been wearing. She'd been so busy trying to get him naked that she hadn't noticed his movements until her legs were over her shoulders and his tongue was doing tricks between them.
She had to hand it to the large tabby. His experience with the ladies was certainly obvious. The pathetic mewing noises she made were a clear testament of his skill. Jake felt ripples of pleasure through her body as she rocked against his mouth.
"God..." she quivered. "Chance... you... oh..." Her brain couldn't seem to string together what she was trying to say until he stopped and moved back up her trim body. She felt his excitement brush against her. "Wait..."
Chance looked disappointed. After all this, now she was getting nervous?
"You can't just... remember... 100% girl... you knock me up and I'm kicking your ass..."
Chance grinned sheepishly. "I don't suppose you got any lying around?"
Jake nodded. "Top drawer," she pointed her head at the table.
The tabby stretched to open it, teasing her opening just enough to make her squirm. It seemed like it only took a flick of the wrist and he was ready.
"You realize," he purred. "You're pretty much a virgin."
"Hardly," she quipped, but had to retract the statement when he collided with the barrier.
"Wanna try again?" Chance bit down on her neck to distract her while he pushed through. She hissed softly, but he was so focused on how tight and wet she was that he didn't let it stop him. He shifted so that he was rubbing right on that hot spot with every thrust. He reached a paw up and snaked it into her thick, fluffy hair, wondering when she'd let it down. She smelt so good! Like honeysuckles and jet fuel.
Jake wrapped her legs around him tightly and matched his thrusts. It wasn't supposed to feel this good. They were supposed to do this and get it out of their systems and then realize it wasn't going to work. But she was starting to see stars and feel tingly in the tips of her toes.
Chance was feeling dizzy himself. He felt her suddenly seize up around his length and cry out. She trembled all over. Chance's eyes widened and he tightened his grip on her hair as he lost his control much sooner than he was used to. She didn't loosen her grip, even after he'd finished.
She nodded, dazed.
"You... you wanna let me go?" Chance chuckled.
"Sorry," she relaxed her legs, though they still shook.
"Well?" He twitched an ear.
"If this is how it feels on our end," Jake closed her eyes and licked her lips. "Why the hell are we so hard to get into bed?"
"Maybe you should spread the word," He teased, collapsing beside her. "So was it worth the weirdness?"
"The weirdest part was how not weird it felt." Jake shook her head, trying to stave off the confusion her analytical brain wanted to cause.
Chance made a 'huh' sound and looked up at the ceiling. The weirdest part for him, wasn't how good it felt. The weirdest part was how desperately he didn't want anyone else to feel that good with Jake. The sudden protective, jealous streak of selfishness surprised him. He felt it when Jake was hitting on that customer, and it still radiated through his veins even after they'd managed to diminish some of the tension.
There was a car horn outside.
"I... I think we better get back to work." Jake looked at Chance. If it felt that good with him, how did it feel with others?
Okay. By far probably my weirdest piece. Love it? Hate it? I'm thinking about writing several to go along with this idea.