Subject: {SKAD} Misconceptions (part 1) Date: Sun, 17 Jan 1999 14:13:58 PST From: "Jake Clawson" Reply-To: sk_adult@PEAK.ORG To: sk_adult@PEAK.ORG, omegazreal@hotmail.com **Warning** This story contains adult themes and F/F sex. Disclaimers: The Characters Mac and Molly Mange are NOT mine (well, duh!) but Persia and Sarah are! Please ask me before you use them, should you _want_ to use them. (By the way, PLEASE send me your comments! There are more parts to this story, but I wanted to know what everybody thought before I posted the rest of the story!) Misconceptions Part 1 Persia looked around. Her timing had to be perfect... _now_. She leapt away from the oncoming enforcer with little trouble. His shot went wild, completely missing her. She ran down the nearby alleyway, as fast as she could. Everytime an enforcer almost caught up, she ducked away or burst ahead just in time. This was the kind of life she lived for - action, excitement, danger. She almost felt sorry when she managed to lose them... _almost_. By the time she got home, she was calm and composed. "Mom! Dad! I'm home!" she called. "I'm in here! Molly's at the store!" Mac called from the den, probably from in front of the "damned pinball game on the damned computer" as Molly called. "I'll be in my room!" she called back. "Not so fast, young lady. I saw you little escapade live on the news. I'm glad you were disguised as Blade, otherwise I'd be bailing your ass out of jail right now," he said walking into the living room. Persia acknowledged his remark by wincing. "Sorry, dad. I tried though. Doesn't that count for something?" "Did you get away?" "Yes, father." "Did they find out who you are?" "No, father." "Then it counts for something. what'sd ya get away with, Persia?" Persia tossed a small pouch on the table. The contents spille dout, revealing several rings, necklaces, earrings, and precious gemstones. Mac glanced at them, then nodded. "I'm proud of you, Persia. You're getting _much_ better." Persia smiled. "Thanks." She reached for then pouch, putting the items back inside. "Hey, dad? Can I hold onto the loot 'til mom gets home?" "Yeah go ahead. Don't fergit ta check those numbers on the WEst Side tommorow after school," He said. She nodded. "I'll remember," she replied, then walked to her room. Her room was the one paradise she had. It was painted in soft purples and gold. the curtains and sheets on her bed matched the walls. She'd chosen the colors herself. She tossed the pouch of jewelry onto her dresser and fell onto her bed. She was _so_ glad relieved that she didn't have to go get those numbers from the West Side tonight. She hated that chore. No real reason _why- she hated it, but she did just the same. The next day, after school, she headed to the West Side to get the numbers Mac wanted. She took every shortcut seh knew, hoping that she could get done more quickly. She was almost to the "office" when she decided to take one last alleyway to shorten her trip even more. Suddenly, she was jumped by three slightly older girls. Two of them made quick work of wrestling her to her knees and pinning her down. No matter how she struggled, they were stronger. The third kat, a calico who looked vaguely familiar to Persia, walked over to her, and caught her off-gaurd by kissing her on the lips. Persia's struggles halted in surprise. SHe'd been expecting a fight, _not this_. It made her pause. The calico started by touching Persia's face, then trailing her paws down, through her full black fur, to her breasts. She giggled at Persia's sharp gasp. Persai knew that she should _not_ be enjoying this, but she couldn't help it. For some reason she felt she'd -never_ be able to fathom, she was gatting a rise from this. The calico wasn't being rough. In fact, she was being very gentle, as if trying only to bring Persia the greatest pleasure. To Be Continued... Tomorrow is another day, let it happen as it may... I'm ready for it! Jake Clawson aka "Razor" ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Do not meddle in the affairs of a certain dark furred gunner, . for he is cute and is well defended. Do not meddle in the affairs of a certain tabby pilot, . for he is handsome and likely working on your car. Subject: {SKAD} MSKAC Reminder... Date: Wed, 27 Jan 1999 17:47:55 PST From: "MSKAC Announcements" Reply-To: sk_adult@PEAK.ORG To: swatkats@PEAK.ORG, sk_adult@PEAK.ORG, sk_fanfic@PEAK.ORG Just a reminder to get your vote in and make it count! Tomorrow (Jan. 28) at noon central time zone, the votes will be counted and the winner announced. Please send your vote to mskac@hotmail.com so we don't have a tie (at the present time we do have a tie for first place). ~The MSKAC http://www.fortunecity.com/westwood/dolce/164 NOTE: This particular e-mail address is for sending announcements to lists ONLY. If you would like to make a comment or ask a question, please direct it to mskac@hotmail.com - thank-you. ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Do not meddle in the affairs of a certain dark furred gunner, . for he is cute and is well defended. Do not meddle in the affairs of a certain tabby pilot, . for he is handsome and likely working on your car. Subject: {SKAD} Winners Announced! Date: Thu, 28 Jan 1999 21:58:20 PST From: "MSKAC Announcements" Reply-To: sk_adult@PEAK.ORG To: swatkats@PEAK.ORG, sk_adult@PEAK.ORG, sk_fanfic@PEAK.ORG January 1999's winners are as follows: Macbeth -> 1st Aun -> 2nd Nikki Feral -> 3rd They were all *very* close votes - all within one vote of each other. The new topic will be announced as soon as Macbeth gets back from going out of town (Mac doesn't even know he won yet. :) There is going to be a new page for late submissions that we'll get to work on a.s.a.p. since we have a late submission from Felicia Tabby. The page has been updated to show the winners and you may expect the new Late Submissions page to be up before the weekend is over. ~The MSKAC http://www.fortunecity.com/westwood/dolce/164 NOTE: This particular e-mail address is for sending announcements to lists ONLY. If you would like to make a comment or ask a question, please direct it to mskac@hotmail.com - thank-you. ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Do not meddle in the affairs of a certain dark furred gunner, . for he is cute and is well defended. Do not meddle in the affairs of a certain tabby pilot, . for he is handsome and likely working on your car. Subject: {SKAD} Misconceptions (part 1) Date: Fri, 29 Jan 1999 14:15:41 PST From: "Jake Clawson" Reply-To: sk_adult@PEAK.ORG To: sk_adult@PEAK.ORG, omegazreal@hotmail.com, GateKat@SWATKats.Net **Warning** This story contains adult themes and F/F sex. Disclaimers: The Characters Mac and Molly Mange are NOT mine (well, duh!) but Persia and Sarah are! Please ask me before you use them, should you _want_ to use them. (By the way, PLEASE send me your comments! There are more parts to this story, but I wanted to know what everybody thought before I posted the rest of the story!) Misconceptions Part 1 Persia looked around. Her timing had to be perfect... _now_. She leapt away from the oncoming enforcer with little trouble. His shot went wild, completely missing her. She ran down the nearby alleyway, as fast as she could. Everytime an enforcer almost caught up, she ducked away or burst ahead just in time. This was the kind of life she lived for - action, excitement, danger. She almost felt sorry when she managed to lose them... _almost_. By the time she got home, she was calm and composed. "Mom! Dad! I'm home!" she called. "I'm in here! Molly's at the store!" Mac called from the den, probably from in front of the "damned pinball game on the damned computer" as Molly called. "I'll be in my room!" she called back. "Not so fast, young lady. I saw you little escapade live on the news. I'm glad you were disguised as Blade, otherwise I'd be bailing your ass out of jail right now," he said walking into the living room. Persia acknowledged his remark by wincing. "Sorry, dad. I tried though. Doesn't that count for something?" "Did you get away?" "Yes, father." "Did they find out who you are?" "No, father." "Then it counts for something. what'sd ya get away with, Persia?" Persia tossed a small pouch on the table. The contents spille dout, revealing several rings, necklaces, earrings, and precious gemstones. Mac glanced at them, then nodded. "I'm proud of you, Persia. You're getting _much_ better." Persia smiled. "Thanks." She reached for then pouch, putting the items back inside. "Hey, dad? Can I hold onto the loot 'til mom gets home?" "Yeah go ahead. Don't fergit ta check those numbers on the WEst Side tommorow after school," He said. She nodded. "I'll remember," she replied, then walked to her room. Her room was the one paradise she had. It was painted in soft purples and gold. the curtains and sheets on her bed matched the walls. She'd chosen the colors herself. She tossed the pouch of jewelry onto her dresser and fell onto her bed. She was _so_ glad relieved that she didn't have to go get those numbers from the West Side tonight. She hated that chore. No real reason _why- she hated it, but she did just the same. The next day, after school, she headed to the West Side to get the numbers Mac wanted. She took every shortcut seh knew, hoping that she could get done more quickly. She was almost to the "office" when she decided to take one last alleyway to shorten her trip even more. Suddenly, she was jumped by three slightly older girls. Two of them made quick work of wrestling her to her knees and pinning her down. No matter how she struggled, they were stronger. The third kat, a calico who looked vaguely familiar to Persia, walked over to her, and caught her off-gaurd by kissing her on the lips. Persia's struggles halted in surprise. SHe'd been expecting a fight, _not this_. It made her pause. The calico started by touching Persia's face, then trailing her paws down, through her full black fur, to her breasts. She giggled at Persia's sharp gasp. Persai knew that she should _not_ be enjoying this, but she couldn't help it. For some reason she felt she'd -never_ be able to fathom, she was gatting a rise from this. The calico wasn't being rough. In fact, she was being very gentle, as if trying only to bring Persia the greatest pleasure. To Be Continued... Tomorrow is another day, let it happen as it may... I'm ready for it! Jake Clawson aka "Razor" ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Do not meddle in the affairs of a certain dark furred gunner, . for he is cute and is well defended. Do not meddle in the affairs of a certain tabby pilot, . for he is handsome and likely working on your car.