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I figured that "Waiting For the Mayor" ended kind of suddenly, and thought I should continue it with a sort of epilogue which would also allow people who never saw the episode I based it on to see how the episode ended (note: it ended right after Razor helps Manx with his toupee). I also wanted to do something with poor Commander Feral, who in the actual episode is quite literally forgotten about after getting immobolized by Viper's bugs.

Dr. Viper and Dr. N. Zyme are copyright 1993 Hanna-Barbera.

By: Kooshmeister

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In the time since Zyme's humiliating rape, Dr. Viper had been busy. He had grown an enormous beehive in the middle of the main lab, into which he'd put the tied-up Zyme. Zyme quickly learned why he'd created the hive, when Viper retrieved two jars containing specimens of insect life from the biology lab downstairs, in addition to the chemicals he'd need to create a new batch of Viper Mutagen. Using his own mutagen-tainted blood as well as liberal doses of the growth formula Katalyst 96, Viper had grown the insects to a freakish size, creating a swarm of mutant mosquitoes and wasps. The mosquitoes, in particular, were dangerous because they shot a paralyzing fluid from their needle-like noses. In this fashion, they quickly subdued both Mayor Manx and Deputy Mayor Callie Briggs when the pair had finally shown up. They were then bound and stuck into the hive alongside Zyme. He was inwardly kicking himself for not warning them when they first came in. All he could do was whimper pathetically, due to his overwhelming shame at what Viper had just gotten done doing to him. Now they were all three doomed to become mutations like Viper and his insects, and it was all his fault.

Or so he thought. While Viper was busying himself at a worktable, mixing together the chemicals to create the mutagen and explaining to the Mayor and Deputy Mayor what he was going to do to them, the four of them suddenly heard a commotion from out in the hall. Please let help be coming, Zyme pleaded silently. He hoped against hope for an entire battalion of Enforcer commandos to come bursting in through the door.

"Sssounds like my mutant forces are busssy," Viper observed. He then shrugged it off, turning to look at his three prisoners. "Eh, no matter," he said. "My work here is almossst done." He then resumed his work with a snicker.

Mayor Manx whimpered. Callie yelled at Viper, calling him a sick freak. He ignored her. Zyme, for his part, stayed quiet, never saying a word throughout the entire time since the capture of the Mayor and Callie. He simply leaned back in the hive and sighed deeply, closing his eyes, wishing it was all over and done with. If he was to be made into a freak of nature he'd prefer to have it just happen already, rather than drawing the wait out like this and teasing him with the faint hope of rescue by the authorities. By now the ruckus out in the hall had ended. At the same time, both Viper and Zyme concluded that whoever it was coming to their rescue had failed miserably.

Finally, Viper finished his work. He grinned triumphantly and held up an Erlenmeyer flask containing the greenish bubbling fluid that was Viper Mutagen 368, and turned, walking over to his three prisoners, trying to decide who to start with. He briefly entertained the idea of starting with Zyme, but then decided against it. He'd do him last, just so that the older scientist could sweat a little more, and actually get to see his fate happening twice right before his eyes before it was finally his turn. The mental image of Zyme's horrified reaction to this was enough to make Viper lick his lips. Watching him, Callie and the Mayor grimaced, and Viper shook his head, trying to make the sickly pleasant thoughts vanish so he wouldn't become aroused in front of them. Now that he'd decided to do Zyme last, it was just a matter of figuring out who to do first between Callie and the Mayor.

He ultimately decided on Callie, both because she'd insulted him and because he wanted to demonstrate his complete lack of decency by picking on a woman, and thereby make it absolutely clear that pleading with him for compassion was, at least at this point, completely useless. Fixing his glowing yellow eyes on the Deputy Mayor, Viper had to admit, that even though this was the first time he'd ever actually laid eyes on her, she was pretty damn hot, at least in that "stuck-up haughty bitch you want to tame" sort of way. Now, she would be even hotter, and Viper very much looked forward to exploring her new form after his work was done.

Stepping towards her, he grinned evilly at her. "Ladies firsssst," he taunted.

She glared at him, and the Mayor whined again. Zyme just sighed, realizing what Viper was doing, and turned his head away, not wanting to watch. All of a sudden, one of the lab's two enormous windows exploded inwards in a shower of glass shards as two male cats wearing red and blue flight suits, propelled by rocket packs, flew through it as if it wasn't even there. Zyme, Callie and Manx all gasped. Even Viper spun around, shocked, crying out, "Huh?!"

It was the SWAT Kats. Zyme had heard of them, but never seen them until now outside of clips on Kat's Eye News. How they knew to come was beyond him, but at least they were here. If anyone could tangle with Dr. Viper and have at least a chance of succeeding, then it was the SWAT Kats. The ensuing battle was a short one. Viper briefly took Callie hostage, grabbing her with his tail and threatening to pour the mutagen onto her unless the two vigilantes backed off. The taller of the two, T-Bone, fired a boomerang-like projectile from the weapon mounted on his forearm, which Viper dodged. The boomerang flew over and knocked off the Mayor's toupee, then, being a boomerang, flew back and hit the flask in Viper's hand, shattering it.

Angrily, Viper threw the Deputy Mayor aside, dropping the shattered container to the floor where it broke further. The SWAT Kats! Those pests! How dare they show up just when he was getting started and ruin all his fun?! Without thinking, he charged at them, snarling, "I'll teach you fools to meddle with Dr. Viper!" He quickly realized his mistake when they raised their forearm-mounted guns and fired, this time sending little tiny missiles, each about the length of a pencil, flying at him. Their tips split open into eight-armed claws and slammed into Viper's shoulders. Lifted up by the lab coat, the cat-snake was carried across the room by the missiles, and finally crashed through the second, unbroken window of the lab, plummeting down to ground level. He landed hard and was momentarily knocked completely silly.

When he came to a few seconds later, he sat up amidst the shattered glass and broken pieces of the missiles. There were glass shards all over him. Because he was sitting facing the front entrance he saw the door open and Abel the guard briefly emerged to see what the noise was, but he took one look at Viper, who glared at him, and retreated back inside with a yelp. Viper stood and brushed all of the glass bits off himself, amazed at the fact that aside from some aching and bruising, he was otherwise uninjured from the fall. He knew he had to get away, though, especially when he looked up and saw the SWAT Kats standing at the broken window and looking down at him. He spotted a manhole cover out in the street and ran to it, lifting the lid and quickly slithering down into the darkness of the sewer, hissing, "You haven't ssseen the lassst of Dr. Viper!" The SWAT Kats had foiled him this time, but tomorrow was another day.

As for Zyme, Viper was angry at not being able to humiliate him any further, and as much as he would like to focus exclusively on him and make his life a living hell, the complete failure of his first evil plan and the entrance of the SWAT Kats into the equation meant that Viper needed to resort his priorities. There would come a time, someday soon, when he succeeded in making Zyme his for the rest of their lives, but there were more important things to worry about. Like finding a new place to live. Even as he was fleeing through the tunnel he was plotting. He knew that one of the places the sewers emptied into was Megakat Swamp. There he would go to live, and establish a hideout. There, he'd plot his revenge against the SWAT Kats and his eventual total takeover of Megakat City.

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Back upstairs, things had quieted down a bit. While Razor went and untied both Mayor Manx and Zyme, T-Bone untied Callie. Zyme stood discretely off to the side as Razor picked up the Mayor's toupee and pointed at it, laughing, "Hey, T-Bone, at least your aim's improving!"

The Mayor stormed over and grabbed the hairpiece from him, grumbling, "Give me that!" putting it crookedly back on his bald head. Razor then began a lengthy and ultimately unsuccessful attempt to help Hizzoner adjust the toupee and make it look like his natural hair again. Ultimately, the SWAT Kats took their leave. Zyme frowned, thankful for being rescued but nonetheless a little upset over the broken windows. The Mayor was bitching to Callie about how horrible the whole ordeal was, making Zyme dislike him even more than he did already. What did he have to be so angry about? Zyme thought. All he did was get slimed by a giant bug and then get tied up and lose his hairpiece. He wasn't raped by an insane mutant! The red-haired scientist could feel his anger beginning to boil over, wishing the Mayor would shut up, wishing they'd both just fucking leave as quickly as possible, so he could be alone.

He was being irrational, seeking a target for his anger. And Mayor Manx, constantly babbling about oh woe was poor little him, was making an ideal target right now. Despite his normally gentle nature, Zyme was start to worry he'd wind up socking Hizzoner in the nose when finally Callie unintentionally came to the rescue and averted disaster by suggesting to the Mayor that they take their leave. Finally, Zyme thought, cooling off a bit. Trying his best to remain civil, he told them good-bye and even opened the lab doors for them, which Viper had locked.

They made it about five feet into the hall when Callie gasped and said, "Oh, Dr. Zyme, come quickly!"

Zyme came running and found none other than Commander Feral and three Enforcer commandos in firing positions in the middle of the hall, frozen in place, drenched in the paralyzing spit of the mosquitoes.

"Don't just stand there," Feral said with considerable effort, "do something!"

"Don't worry, it's only temporary," Zyme said, ushering Callie and Manx towards the elevator. They got in without a word and went down. Turning back to Feral, Zyme continued, "It'll wear off in a few minutes."

"Good," said Feral.

"Yeah," said the commando to Feral's right, "I really need to scratch my nose..." Zyme sighed and walked over, scratching the young soldier's nose for him. "Ahhhh," he sighed, "thanks, Doc."

"Don't mention it," Zyme said.

The elevator dinged again suddenly and Abel got off, hurrying over to the five of them as quickly as his old bones would allow, comically holding onto both his hat and gun holster as though afraid they would fall off. "Dr. Zyme," he said, panting, "I saw--what in tarnation?" He blinked and looked at the frozen Enforcers.

"Don't ask," said Feral, who noticed he could suddenly wiggle his fingers on his left hand.

Abel looked back at Zyme, completely confused, and it was then that Zyme knew what he had to do. "You're fired," he told the old guard, balling up his fists, letting all of his rage over his rape come out. Abel looked shocked. "You were either sleeping on the job again, or nose-deep in one of your comic books, and you allowed Dr. Viper to slip right past you! You're the worst security guard ever!"

"I, uh, I'm sorry, sir," Abel said sheepishly, then blinked. "Wait, who's Dr. Viper...?"

"Aahhhh!!!" Zyme screamed and pulled at his hair, finally losing it. This time he didn't pull any of his hair out thankfully, but he tugged hard nonetheless, stamping his feet furious and throwing a huge fit right in front of the other five cats who stared at him in shocked. Squeezing his eyes shut and pointing, he yelled, "Out! Get out! You're fired! I never want to see you again!"

Even though in his rage Zyme pointed at a potted plant instead of the elevator, Abel didn't need to be told twice what to do. He was so taken aback by the usually calm Zyme's outburst that he literally fled in stark terror, frantically pushing the call button on the elevator and running inside before the doors were even fully open. Zyme opened his eyes and glared, seeing Abel's terrified face as the guard pushed the button for the lobby hurriedly, the doors closing. Now that Abel was gone, and he had vented, Zyme calmed some, which was fortunate for the four Enforcers who by this point were able to move again, albeit a bit stiffly. Even Commander Feral was shocked at Zyme's outburst, and did not want to be on the receiving end of it.

Sighing, Zyme turned to them. "I'm sorry," he said, "I've just....had a rough day."

"It's perfectly understandable, Dr. Zyme," Feral said, unbuttoning and removing his trenchcoat, which was soaked through with the paralyzing fluid.

Zyme nodded, then said, "All right, let's get the four of you all cleaned up, hmm? Come on into the--oh, no, wait, it's too much of a mess. We'll use another one. Come on, and take off your clothes." He beckoned with a finger and walked towards the stairwell, not having the patience to wait for the elevator to come back up.

The Enforcers blinked and looked at one another. "Uh, what?" one of them said. "But--"

"But nothing," Zyme said, cutting him off. "We need to wash off that paralyzing fluid and get all four of you into some clean clothes. Now strip."

"Right," said Feral, knowing better than to argue. Zyme was clearly the expert here. Turning to the commandos, he took off his shoulder holster and began undoing his tie. "You heard him, men. Now move it!" He turned and followed Zyme, pausing to stoop and pick up the soiled trenchoat. Immediately all three commandos began trying to disrobe and follow their Commander at the same time in a downright amusing display of misguided obedience.

Like most general-issue Enforcers, these three were all very young, handsome male cats, and under any other circumstances Zyme might have enjoyed the fact that the process involved both them and Commander Feral stripping to their underwear, and perhaps even completely naked, he was too depressed now to bother with that. A few hours later, all four of them had washed up in the lab's showers, and put their underpants back on, and Zyme kindly provided them with some spare lab coats to wear back to Enforcer Headquarters until they could get clean uniforms. The soiled ones would remain at the lab for cleaning. Feral, ever the professional, didn't seem to notice or care how silly he looked wearing nothing but boxer shorts and a lab coat, and shook Zyme's hand, thanking him, as the four left the building. There was no sign of Abel in the lobby; the front desk was deserted. That didn't surprise any of them in the least.

They were forced to hail a cab, seeing as how they had actually come by sewer from the morgue, and the driver gave them all odd looks but picked them anyway. As the three commandos bickered over who was going to pay the fare, Feral growled and just shoved all three into the backseat at once. "I'll pay," he said, slamming the door. He then got up front with the weirded-out driver. "Enforcer Headquarters, and step on it," he said as though talking to a chauffeur.

The cab drove off, and Zyme went back inside. Now that he was finally alone in the building he could behave the way he wanted to. Because it was the weekend there were no other researchers in that day. And the first thing he did was visibly cringe in disgust over what had transpired earlier, and hurry to the showers, strip naked, and take one himself. He wound up taking three showers in a row, the third being freezing cold because he'd used up all the hot water. He felt disgusting and dirty, and the soap and water helped. After shampooing his hair, he grabbed a toothbrush and squeezed some toothpaste onto it. He didn't know whose they were, probably another scientist's, but he didn't care. He had to get the awful, lingering taste of Viper's cock out of his mouth. But no matter how hard he scrubbed or how much toothpaste he used, it wouldn't go away. He'd be tasting Viper's cock all night long.

After drying off, he got his keys out of pants pocket and then threw his own clothes in with those of the Enforcers to cleaned tomorrow. Zyme then pulled on a lab coat and nothing else, and left the building, going straight to his car. Getting in, he started the motor. As he pulled out, he thought to himself about firing Abel. He'd need to hire new security guards. Lots of them. And young, able-bodied ones. Security around the lab had to improved if a repeat of Viper's invasion, of both the lab and Zyme himself, was to be avoided. But once he'd made these decisions, Zyme found that he couldn't avoid thinking about his time with Viper, and although he initially shuddered in revulsion, he found, absurdly, that his cock was becoming erect at the memories! "Why?" he said aloud to no one. "Why did I enjoy it the way that I did??? How can I have actually enjoyed undergoing such a sick violation like that?!?" Zyme had never had rape fantasies before, so there was something about this particular rape, his first, and, he hoped, last, that made some aspects of it appealing. Nevertheless, he knew that this erection was going to go away, and that he'd need to relieve himself as soon as he got home....

The End