Eureka Kats 9.99:
Founding a Home
by Fur and Fantasy
NC-17 for M/M and M/F
full contents and notes located at the bottom of the file
"I can not wait until the new house is built," Marie sighed as she struggled to work advanced genetics inside the old farmhouse that had been on the property they'd finally decided to buy. It suited them all, was perfect for none, and needed a lot of work to bring it up to their specs.
"I know what you mean," Chance nodded slightly. "But at least there's plenty of space for Jake to work... and we did manage to get a room sealed off well enough for your work," he offered.
"Yeah, but I spend the entire time in there feeling like if I move wrong I'll end up screwing something up," she muttered. "It's not your fault, just what you get for living somewhere they don't include clean rooms in the standard blueprints."
"We did warn you," he chuckled. "So ... why don't you reach a point you can take a break for a bit?"
She glanced up with an amused look. "Food or Jake?"
"Your call, though there's something to be said for both," Chance winked, leaning down to kiss her head lightly. "Especially if it's a Jake sandwich."
"I like that idea," she purred deeply and made very quick work of getting to a stopping point. "Let's go fetch him."
"I thought you would," Chance rumbled. "So, how's the work going?"
"Fairly well, given the conditions," Marie smiled as she stood and they headed into the main room of the farmhouse on the way to the back where Jake could usually be found when he wasn't overseeing the construction of the large researcher-mechanic home on the far side of the pond and garden. "Felina is responding well, though it will still be months before she is fit enough to go off medical leave."
"Hey, she'd been talking about maybe walking unassisted in 10 years," Chance pointed out. "I know she's happy with the progress she's making." They started back, then somebody rapped on the door with short, sharp, staccato knocks.
"Of all the timing for a delivery," Chance grumbled, turning to head to the door. "You order something?"
"Nothing I expected to come today," she said with a curious look and followed him. Just a brief glance at the tom on the other side of the door told her all she needed to know about their visitor. This was a high-power recruiter to talk to Jake.
"Hello," the tuxedo-marked tom said politely. "Chance Furlong?" He asked, offering his hand to the tabby. "I'd like to speak with you and your partner, Jake Clawson, if you've got a few moments? My name is Frank Richter; I represent Pumadyne Corporation."
"And you want to talk to both of us?" Chance asked, raising an eyebrow and shaking his hand.
"Of course; we have business to discuss with both of you, and possibly with Dr. Moreau-Clawson if you'd be interested," he said with a nod towards her.
"Should I get Jake?" Marie asked, returning the polite gesture briefly before asking Chance.
"Yeah, probably," he nodded slightly. "Come on in, but no promises about whether or not Jake'll want to talk to you."
"I understand that our initial call didn't go well," Frank admitted. "But I wanted to take the chance to present you all with our offer, in person, where I could explain it better."
"All right," Chance stepped side and motioned him inside. "Have a seat. It might be a few minutes if he's up at the new house."
"I'm willing to wait," Frank chuckled, taking a seat and looking over at Chance. "Would you be interested in hearing the first part of it, until he gets here?"
"Why not," Chance shrugged and sat down. He wasn't about to trust this guy, but a lot could happen to a company in twenty years.
"The long and the short of it is that we're not just looking to try and recruit Jake," Frank explained. "Pumadyne has numerous interests; while our interest in having Razor on our payroll is obvious, we could use T-Bone as well. You'd have options as a test pilot, demonstration pilot ... we could use your insight into jet designs, and while Omega activity has quieted down, a pilot with your skills to take down any projects of ours that go wandering if Hard Drive relapses or the Metallikats had backups would be invaluable."
"Which can be said for the other dozen companies that have come calling," Chance pointed out evenly. "You may be one of the biggest, but it doesn't put you in the lead."
"You're telling me that being one of the lead test pilots for the Enforcer's biggest supplier doesn't have any appeal to you?" Frank asked him seriously.
"You know that's not what I'm telling you," Chance pointed out, rolling his eyes slightly. "But Pumadyne doesn't have a monopoly on the industry, not even on Enforcer projects. There are other games in town."
"Oh, I understand that," Frank nodded. "But we're prepared to make some very attractive offers that most of our competitors couldn't. For Jake and Chance, or for Razor and T-Bone."
Chance considered the tom across from him and leaned forward. "For what I owe Pumadyne, I'll clue you in to what you're up against and we'll be even for good. You're who led the blacklisting of one Jake Clawson about twenty years ago. Now, we both know how much I profited from that dumbass move, but the guy I follow, he didn't take it so well."
The utter shock on Frank's face told him that that particular piece of information wasn't generally known. Not that that surprised Chance very much.
"If anybody on Pumadyne's leadership team knew who was responsible for that, they'd have his head on a platter," the tuxedo tom said, though he was definitely shaken by the revelation. "There hasn't been a concerted effort by the company to blacklist anybody who wasn't guilty of corporate espionage or gross negligence in over forty years."
"Well somebody sure did, and stole his designs while they were at it," Chance added to Frank's distress. "That Katerwal you build, that's still your top stunt plane seller? He did that at eighteen, and used it in his interview. Next thing he knew no one would talk to him, and the next year he saw it flying as a Pumadyne prototype."
"That's... this is just... I had no idea, nobody at the company has any idea," Frank protested, his tail fluffed fully as he realized what he'd been sent out to do. If the CEO knew about this, he could well be trying to get him killed. "I wasn't around when that design came to us, but if anybody knew this would have never happened, the liability...."
"Jake'll probably give you the guy's name, if you ask nicely," Chance offered as a side door opened to admit Marie and Jake.
The tabby had to wonder if, just maybe, it hadn't been a good idea to tell Frank about that. While it was probably a lot easier for everybody in the long run... the recruiter was definitely not as confident as he had seemed at first. Quite the contrary, he looked just as shaken as he probably should have looked, given what he had to try and talk Jake into overlooking.
"Mister Clawson," Frank said, standing and extending his hand towards the lean, cinnamon tom, trying to get back on his game.
Jake accepted the handshake as he sized up the recruiter, then glanced at Chance with a raised eyebrow as they parted.
"We've talked," Chance shrugged slightly, making room for Jake next to him on the couch.
"Err... yes," Frank admitted. "I'd like to say, first, that I had no idea that you had that sort of history with Pumadyne... I have no idea how that managed to happen."
"Corruption," Jake shrugged like it was nothing, though he was still clearly somewhat bitter. "I take it you're from Pumadyne, then."
"I thought you'd been told... yes, I am," he nodded slightly. "I wanted the chance to talk to you and Chance in person, instead of just over the phone; it's so much easier to handle questions face to face."
"True," Jake nodded and leaned forward, his arms resting on his knees. "I expect you can guess what my first question is going to be."
"What was his name?" Frank asked as he got his PDA out.
"James Witkan," Jake supplied quietly, his interest on the PDA even as he slid a hand onto the electronic bracer he worn now instead of a glovatrix.
"Officially, he retired eight years ago," Frank said as he skimmed the personnel entry. "Manager notes indicate that he was given a choice between retirement or being fired. That would have been when our current CEO took power. He did quite a sweep of personnel. Middle management and the recruitment offices were hit the hardest," he looked up at Jake, now knowing what had happened as times and events fell into place. "Mr. Witkan wasn't big enough for me to remember, but he was caught in the anti-corruption policies put into place."
Jake cocked his head and glanced down at his shirt-covered forearm. "Humph, who would have thought it, a recruiter telling the truth," he looked up at Frank. "Though I must say I'm impressed Pumadyne sent a VP to talk to me. Only one company's done better."
"I've been authorized to make just about any offer you might be interested in, even without my boss here," Frank pointed out. "Besides, my boss isn't necessarily all that good with people," he chuckled slightly. "Would you like to hear what I've got to offer you?"
"How about I tell you what I already have on the table?" Jake suggested with a serious expression. "'Cause it's what you'll have to beat."
"I can work with that too," the tuxedo tom nodded, leaning back in his seat.
"Fifty percent ownership," Jake said evenly.
"Of?" Frank asked, not letting any sign of shock show.
"The company," Jake leveled his gaze at him. "Enough to shut down anything I don't like from happening."
"I meant of what company," Frank explained. "We're a much larger company than even our closest competitors, and we could give you a large degree of autonomy and control, if that's what appeals to you."
"What appeals to me is enjoying my time," Jake smiled slightly. "That generally includes not being worried about what will be done with my designs. Autonomy isn't the issue. Control of the bigger picture is."
"To some extent that can be handled... there is a responsibility to our shareholders, of course, but most designs are used for what they were designed for... they tend to work better that way."
"Okay, let's see if you get it this way," Jake shook his head. "The technology edge I don't care about. The publicity I don't care about. The distribution net I don't care about. The paycheck I don't care about. Care to suggest something you might have I would care about?"
"Vindication; proof, to anybody in the industry, that what happened to you back then was an example of corruption, that you were blacklisted from the industry wrongly," Frank tried. "I'm also not just here to talk to you; we plan to extend offers to your mates as well, and I imagine that working along with them, particularly Chance," he said with a nod towards the tabby, "has its appeal?"
"Vindication, what do you think my public record is?" Jake chuckled. "I am Razor of the SWAT Kats. It's for all to see now. No industry record will top that."
"Me, I've got the best job in the world," Chance chuckled softly. "I get to fly his creations."
"You don't have a technological edge to offer me," Marie told him. "I brought my equipment from home, and once the new house is built, it will have the best genetic lab on the planet unless I decided to start building giant whatsits... and frankly, I think that if you've got a lab for that, you're in bigger trouble than I would be if I was interested in it."
"So what would interest you, any of you?" Frank asked them, looking between the three of them, hoping for anything useful.
"Nothing you have to offer," Jake told him simply, nearly in chorus with his mates. "I'm looking forward to a relatively quiet life building modern marvels out of junk," he added for himself.
"Which is your cue to head out, probably," Chance said, standing up and heading for the door. "Talk to 'em about that jerk who 'retired;' they oughta know what he really cost 'em, on top of what they already knew about."
"I will," Frank promised grimly and left them, his car starting shortly after the door closed.
"Well, that was fun," Jake grinned and leaned back on the couch.
"Mmm ... so, how does it feel to tell Pumadyne they can shove it?" Chance asked with a grin, returning to the couch and wrapping an arm around Jake's shoulder.
"Pretty good," he purred and curled in against his mate to nuzzle him. "Not as much as I'd have like it a few years ago, but still pretty damn good."
"Mmm ... I wonder what he'd have said if we told him we'd all quit jobs at a company that makes Pumadyne look small," Marie giggled. "And let's face it ... Global's at least their equal, from what I've seen."
"As far as there can be comparisons between our worlds," Jake nodded in agreement, though his main attention was on Chance and coaxing the big tom into enough arousal that he wouldn't feel like talking anymore. "Global has significantly more power worldwide, Pumadyne has more power in it's country."
"Mmm ... so, did Marie tell you about our plans for lunch before you came in?" Chance grinned and got a kiss before Jake snaked his tongue into his mate's mouth.
"Mmmm, yummy," Marie grinned and pressed against Jake's back. "But you're facing the wrong way."
"Oh, I don't know," Jake purred. "I think it could be fun if I got to ride him while he ate you out."
"Mmm... for the first round, sure," she giggled, scritching his back before starting to peel her blouse off her body.
"Hey, don't I get a vote here?" Chance pouted, or at least tried to… it was hard to pout with a grin though.
"Sure, what's the objection?" Jake grinned at him while fondling the tabby's crotch. "He sure doesn't seem to mind," he purred, playing a finger up the hard length of his mate's cock, still locked behind his jeans.
"Mmm ... I'm not objecting, I just want a promise that we get the other one too, later," Chance grinned, leaning over to kiss him deeply, unbuttoning Jake's shirt as three sets up hands worked to make undressing a very short and tactile experience.
"Good," Jake pulled him in for a heated kiss that soon sapped all interest in anything else from his mate. At least until Jake's fingers cupped his balls and began to caress them, sliding them between his fingers. "'Cause the idea of riding your hard cock while I make out with her is really hot for me."
"Mmm ... bet we can manage hotter before we're done," Chance purred with a lusty grin, kissing Jake hotly, fondling his sheath as Marie moaned and guided her husband's hand back to her hot sex.
"Sure we can," Jake moaned and melted into the contact, turned on at least as much by the feel of his mates' bodies in his fingers as by their hands on him. He shivered with a low whimper in Chance's mouth as he slid a finger inside Marie's body and felt her squeeze down on it, milking it eagerly.
She bit down on the scruff of his neck lightly, reaching around to scratch his chest as Jake fondled Chance's balls and coaxed his shaft to full hardness.
"Want inside you," Chance groaned, gripping Jake's hips possessively and popping his claws out into the lean tom's ass.
"Oh yeah," Jake shuddered with another moan.
"Then lay down, big boy," Marie panted, her body already well and truly keyed up by her husband's efforts. "I know your tongue's pretty good too."
Chance laid back with a grin, shifting between Jakes legs and pulling the lean tom down onto his shaft with a heated groan. Marie straddled his face, purring hotly as she kissed Jake and Chance's tongue started working her slick, hot sex, already quivering from Jake's efforts.
"Oh yeah," Jake moaned into her mouth, relishing in being stretched and full as her arousal and intoxicating personal scent saturated his reality. "Love you both."
"Love you too," Marie moaned, wrapping her arms around him as they settled in to take advantage of what was left of the afternoon.
Eureka Kats 9.99: Founding a Home
NC-17 for M/M and M/F
Het Level is Medium Het Smut Level is Low Slash Level is Slash Smut Level is Low Femslash Level is None Herm Level is None
17 KB, Story is Complete, Series is Finished
Written June 17, 2007 by Rauhnee Ranshanka and Karl Wolfemann
Setting: Eureka, SWAT Kats
Primary Races: Kat
Contents: Furry. Het (M/F). Slash (M/M).
Pairings: Chance Furlong/Jake Clawson/Marie Moreau
Blurb: Three months after arriving home, Jake gets the opportunity of his lifetime.
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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