My Latest Works - link to R-rated fic in here

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Figured I might as well add this. I haven't posted anything new on ffnet for a while, until about twenty minutes ago. This is why:

bangtails.5gbfree.com/sickness1.htm

I'll post the link, it's on Bangtail's Bitchin Bordello - not suitable for kittens - it's rated R for violence and gore. It is me, but I use a psuedonym. If any of the chapters are missing, I think one of them is but I don't remember which, give me a shout and I can post it.

I also have a new fic, which I just started today but the first chapter is posted. I'll also post here, just for fun. It's about pirates, and cats and will eventually have slashy goodness - so be warned

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He Too Had Stol'n Away
Chapter 1 - The Mission


“You understand the mission then?” Grumbuskin asked, pacing in front of a smaller brown and white patched tomcat, who was standing to attention, watching the First Mate pace. He had just finished briefing the young bos'un on the job handed down by the captain.


“Yes, sir. We’ll leave immediately.” Tumblebrutus affirmed, with a respectful salute to the first mate. The young bos’un then turned to gather the small band of fighters that he was to lead ashore. They had a very important job to do for Growltiger, somewhere in the heart of London.


He lead the small troupe of ruffians away from the docks, and into the busy streets and back-alleys of London town. Two years, Tumblebrutus was thinking, two years since he was last here and he remembered it like it was yesterday. He knew where Macavity’s hideout was, and he was sure he knew how they could sneak in. This was a covert mission, they were to steal the diamond collar and get out, as little fighting as possible.


Macavity’s lair was a rundown old bar, on the bad side of town. He’d made it his home, and his center of operations for his many “businesses” that he ran. The bar was the public area, where other cats came to drink, gamble and fight. Upstairs was Macavity’s private quarters, where he worked and lived. The damp, dusty cellar was used as a prison of sorts, whenever it became necessary for the Napoleon of Crime to have such facilities.


Tumblebrutus knew this, and he was certain that the diamond collar, which had been stolen for the Lady Griddlebone by Macavity in his biggest ever heist, would be upstairs and well hidden. He didn’t know why Growltiger wanted it, officially, he wasn’t supposed to understand. He was expected to follow orders without question, but Tumblebrutus was smarter than he was often given credit for, and had guessed why the Captain wanted this collar so badly. Growltiger had a fondness for the Lady, and had done so for many years. He had heard that she was no longer working for Macavity, and he wanted to give her a gift, to prove himself to her.


They found a back entrance, and watched it for a while. Keeping to the shadows. There were five members of the shore crew, including the young bos’un himself. The back doorway didn’t seem to be heavily guarded, there was only one tom who didn’t even seem to be paying much attention. Tumblebrutus nodded to one of his troupe, a dark brown tomcat who slunk through the shadows and behind the single guard, taking him out without a sound.


He signalled again, and the small band of pirates slipped in through the back door. Fortunately this door lead directly to the staircase. There didn’t seem to be anyone around, although the slightly muffled yells and drunken singing from the bar told them that the building was far from empty. They climbed the dusty old staircase cringing every time a floorboard creaked slightly but still no-one seemed to have any idea they were there.


Finally the small group found themselves on the first floor landing, breathing silent sighs of relief. So far so good. Tumblebrutus looked around, he was faced with a choice of four doors now. This was where it was difficult, if he made the wrong choice, he’d draw attention to their intrusion and wouldn’t get a chance to search the other rooms.


He made his decision, on the door in front of him. It was no different from the others, but he had a feeling that it would be the best choice. He stepped forward, and a cold threatening voice stopped him in his tracks, sending chills down his spine and making his fur stand on end.

“Can I help you?” Macavity said dangerously, standing at the top of the stairs. Tumblebrutus turned to face the ginger cat, glaring at him defiantly.


“We’re fine, thank you.” The young bos’un answered politely.


“You are anything but fine.” The ginger tom smirked, as at least a dozen henchcats appeared out of the darkness, surrounding the small group. Before Tumblebrutus could respond, he had been tackled and pinned to the ground by three henchcats. Hissing furiously, he fought back as hard as he could, managing to create a deep gash in the stomach of one of his attackers. He could hear the unmistakable sounds of the others fighting but they were outnumbered more than two to one.


Still, the brown and white patched tom fought hard, but he was soon overpowered, and was knocked out by a firm blow to the back of the head. His last thought was for his troupe, he had no idea what happened to them, as he fell into the rushing blackness.