SWAT Kat Craziness
Chapters: 1 2
Title: SWAT Kat Craziness
Author: ulyferal
Rating: T
Warnings: Strong profanity.
Disclaimer: “SWAT Kats: The Radical Squadron,” its characters and concepts are copyright to Hanna-Barbera Cartoons, Inc and are used without permission.
Author’s Note: Just a string of crazy things that popped into my head! Hopefully, I’ll think up some more soon.
YOU DON’T LOOK LIKE YOURSELF!
“Look out, he’s going to fire that thing!” was the last thing Feral said before everything went to hell.
The light blasted their eyes, and a feeling of wrenching occurred. When everything settled once more, things just didn’t seem right.
However, before anyone could figure out what had happened, they still had Dark Kat to deal with. Why the maniac was laughing his head off could be dealt with later as well.
They charged him as one, and someone managed to shock the crap out of the fool, knocking him out cold. The creeplings had flown off, thankfully.
Breathing hard, the group could finally figure out what had gone on.
“Holy shit!” Razor shouted in horror, finding himself in Felina’s body.
“No fucking way!” Feral barked, absolutely scandalized to learn he was in T-Bone’s body.
“Well, how do you think I feel!” Felina said in shock, staring down at Steele’s body.
“Hey, this isn’t half bad,” Steele remarked, studying Razor’s body that he occupied.
“Arrrrgghhhh!” T-Bone screamed the second he learned he was in his worst enemy’s body.
After the shock had worn off and everyone figured out who was in whose body, T-Bone snarled at his partner.
“Razor! You’d better figure out how to return us to normal, asap!”
“I may be smart, buddy, but I’m not a freakin’ miracle worker!” his partner snapped back, wincing at the sound of his new female voice.
“Well, there’s no way we want anyone else to see us like this, so you better hope you can figure it out,” Feral said in T-Bone’s gravely voice. It felt truly strange to be shorter than he was used to.
“What are the rest of us supposed to do?” Steele whined.
Razor and T-Bone winced at hearing the smaller SWAT Kat’s voice sounding like that.
“Shut up Steele!” Felina growled, hating how she sounded. This male body was freaking her out.
Razor was having the same difficulty getting used to moving in a female’s body. It just creeped him out. He quickly went to the device Dark Kat used and looked it over. It seemed fairly simple. He reached reflexively for something in his clothes and realized it was on his body.
“Steele, get over here. I need something from my g-suit,” he demanded.
Steele moved awkwardly over to him, not used to this shorter more compact body with lots of muscles, he just realized.
Razor reached into a pocket and grabbed a tool then removed the glovatrix from Steele’s wrist. The last thing they needed was for the fool to shoot someone by accident.
He returned to his work. Everyone moved as little as possible, too upset and uneasy in their new bodies to dare to do much. They all focused their attention on Razor in Felina’s body, holding onto their sanity while they waited impatiently.
Steele was the only one who seemed to be enjoying the body he was in as he flexed and posed in different positions.
T-Bone grimaced, watching his friend’s body act like that. He turned away distastefully.
“Okay, I think that’s got it. Unfortunately, I can’t test it to be sure, so let’s see what happens,” Razor announced and, without giving anyone a chance to object, he flicked the machine on and allowed it to spray in a circle to get all of them. He’d jumped down to the floor to be included.
That same weird sensation occurred again as well as being blinded. They waited until they could see again and looked at each other warily.
“Aaaah, noooo!”
“Aw, shit!”
“No freakin’ way!”
“Woah!”
“Do it again, now!”
“Okay, okay, keep your shirt… uh… whatever on!”
They had been scrambled really good this time. Not only minds but clothes, and everyone looked just ridiculous. Feral now wore nothing but his boxers, Felina had Razor’s clothes on, T-Bone wore only boxers as did Steele, Razor had Felina’s clothes on and their minds were equally switched out. No idea where the rest of their clothes had gone.
Razor, now in Steele’s body turned the machine on again and held his breath.
When the chaos ended once more, no one moved. Eyes only dared to look down at themselves. A collective sigh went around the room except for Steele’s faint ‘aww’. Except for Steele, the others lunged at the machine and tore it apart until there was nothing but little pieces left.
“I hope to hell Dark Kat hasn’t got that thing committed to memory or we’ll be in deep shit, and I never want to do this again,” T-Bone growled.
“Amen to that,” Razor said flatly. He went to Steele’s side and took back the glovatrix that was still on his arm. “I’ll take that!”
“Hey!” Steele complained, but everyone ignored him.
“No one tells anyone about what happened here!” Feral ordered.
“Are you kidding. I want to forget it as fast as possible.” The tabby snorted in disgust.
Everyone else nodded solemnly. The SWAT Kats left for their jet and went home as fast as they could. For once, Feral called in another squad of enforcers to clean up the mess instead of overseeing it himself; they were just too freaked by what had happened.
They did, however, haul Dark Kat’s just regaining conscious body back to headquarters with them. No where in his report did Feral mention the weird machine they had been subjected to.
Chapters: 1 2
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