Feral Drabbles
Title: FERAL DRABBLES
Author: ulyferal
E-Mail: ulyferal818@yahoo.com
Rating: K
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: “SWAT Kats: The Radical Squadron,” its characters and concepts are copyright to Hanna-Barbera Cartoons, Inc and are used without permission.
#8 – Secrets in the Dark
“Ssh.. .someone might hear us…” she whispered.
“Hmm… There is no one around; remember we’re trapped here,” he murmured.
“Still…” She sighed.
“Want me to shout! Maybe they will find us sooner.”
“Not yet…”
“Oh! Are we liking this then?”
“It’s… nice!”
He chuckled.
Suddenly, there was a shout, “Ms. Briggs… Commander Feral, are you there?”
“Found us.” He sighed …shouting… “We’re here!”
“Okay, we’ll get you out!” shouted the rescuer.
“No hurry,” he muttered, holding her closer.
“Maybe we should do this again?” Callie mused.
“What… get trapped?” Ulysses smirked.
She slapped his arm, “Not that, you irritating tomkat.”
He laughed.
#9 – The Present
“What’s this?” His mouth dropped in shock.
“It’s a present!” She smiled.
“I know but… I don’t wear anything like this.”
“No one will know you’re wearing them.”
“Thanks, but …”
She pouted. “I thought they’d be cool … but, if you hate them that much…?”
“No… it’s okay. Thanks for going to the trouble… Um, I’ll wear them.” He sighed in resignation.
“You’ll love them, Uncle!” Felina chirped happily.
‘I should have my head examined!’ Feral muttered as he held the psychedelic boxer shorts Felina had given him for his birthday. ‘The things I’ll do to make my niece happy.’
#10 – The Mistake
“Yuck!” He grimaced, covered in purple goo.
“Are you okay, Commander?” Steele asked.
Feral glared at his annoying second in command.
“What were you doing?” he snarled.
Steele swallowed in fear at Feral’s expression. “I was trying to open the curtain.”
“But, instead, you pulled the weight cord that was holding this goo?” Feral hissed.
“Yes, sir! But, I didn’t know they had that up there!” Steele protested.
“When it comes to you, Steele, anything can happen,” he snapped, heading toward his car. He had to get this stuff off. ‘I’d give anything for a taser right now,’ he muttered.
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