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                               NIGHT ON THUNDERA

                       By Elf Sternberg (elf@halcyon.com)
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It had been a pretty boring day in the Cat's Lair, Panthro had to admit. In
fact, he mused, it had been a boring month. Not a single one of the usual
emergencies had come up. No invasions from the Mutants, not a sound from Mummra.
It made him very suspicious, and when he got suspicious, he got tense. It was
the sort of thing that made him wish for Cheetara.

"How's the watch?" Cheetara asked, answering his wish from the door behind.

Panthro shifted his massive bulk around in the oversized command chair and said,
"Pretty boring. Nothing exciting happening outside. How was your survey?"

"Same thing," Cheetara admitted. "I went as far as the Robearburble's camp.
Nothing new happening there." She walked over to him and slowly began to rub his
shoulders. "You're tense," she said in that deep and husky voice she always
used.

"Ah, I get this way. I'm worried."

"What is there to worry about?"

"It's too quiet," Panthro replied.

"Can I help you with your tensions?" Cheetara asked. "Maybe you could help me
with mine."

"What sort of tensions have you got?" Panthro asked.

"All sorts of tensions," Cheetara said.

"Should I call Tigra?" Panthro asked.

"I'd like that," Cheetara replied. "See you in the gymnasium ten past the hour."

"I'll be there," Panthro replied, feeling less tense already. But more anxious.

"What are we doing here? You know they don't like us to be out after dark,"
Wilycat complained as Wilykit led their flyboards over a ridge.

"I want to try something new," Wilykit said. "Something I saw Cheetara doing."

"What?" Wilycat asked.

"You'll see."

"I see you two have started without me," Tigra said in his strong and confident
voice.

"Well, we didn't want to stand around and get bored," Panthro said.

"I see." And see he did. Tigra noted that Panthro had done an excellent job of
tying Cheetara spread-eagled to the upper pair of the set of uneven bars. She
was secure, yet her feet were squarely settled on the gynasium mat. And this
time, he noted, Panthro had removed the lower bar. The last time they'd tried
this, he'd bumped his head on it. "Shall I start with the usual?"

"Please," Cheetara said, breathless and deep.

Tigra walked up to her and stared her in the eyes. "Maybe I won't." He smiled.
Of all the Thundercats, Tigra was the only one who was really capable of a
menacing smile. And he was good at it.

"Please," Cheetara repeated.

"In good time, my dear Cheetara. How does it feel, fastest of us all, swiftest
on Thundera, to be restrained? To be held hand and foot, unable to move?"

"Please," Cheetara begged. "The whip, Tigra. Please. I need it. Give it to me."

Tigra smiled and reached back into his belt for the powerwhip he carried with
him everywhere, his special weapon. She wriggled against her restraints, and it
pleased him to actually see her fighting. He took a few steps back and cracked
the whip in the air, once. "It seems to be ready," he said. He leaned over to
Panthro and said, "Make sure to watch her closely. One wrong move..."

Panthro nodded. Tigra walked around behind her, where her back was fully exposed
to him. He smiled.

"Hey," Wilycat said, "It's our old starship. Why are you bringing us here?"

"Because," Wilykit said testily, landing her board on the large rock to the left
of the main airlock. She jumped off and walked over to the door. "Come on."

Wilycat shook his head and said "I don't like this."

"You'll like it," Wilykit replied, turning on her electric torch. "Trust me."
She led him through the corridors to the crew cabins, shoving aside one of the
unpowered doors.

"Hey," Wilycat said, "Why are we in Liono's room?"

"Because he had the biggest bed, silly."

"I still don't know what you're planning."

"Come here," Wilykit said.

"What?"

"And take off your clothes."

"WHAT?" Wilycat complained.

"Oh come on, Wilycat! We never wore clothes until Jagua made us those armored
uniforms. Take them off."

"But that was years ago!" Wilycat exclaimed.

"That's the point," Wilykit said. "I want to see something."

"Okay, but only if you take off yours too."

"That's a deal," Wilykit replied, eagerly stripping off her uniform and tossing
it too the floor. Wilycat was a little slower in removing his own.

Naked, he looked a little skinny, but then he was only fifteen, and he was on
the same exercise regimen all the Thundercats were. They never knew when an
enemy might strike out at them.

Wilykit, on the other hand, was actually growing quite nicely, her small breasts
budding out only slightly. She smiled at her brother and said "Come here and sit
down."

Wilycat walked nervously over to his sister. He sat down on the old and dusty
bed, and when he did she grabbed him by the shoulders and threw him down. "Hey!"
he shouted again. Wilykit threw her leg over his supine form, straddling him.

"Now I gotcha!" she said.

"Mummra?" Wilycat's eyes were wild with fear. She had even convinced him to
leave his powerpills over there on the floor!

"No, not Mummra, silly," Wilykit said. "Just me. I wanna try something."

"Wha...What?" he stammered.

"I saw Cheetara doing this to Tigra, and I wondered why." She slid down his body
slowly, reaching his crotch. His cock was shrivled and retracted into it's
prepuce with fear. She nibbled at it gently with her lips, sliding along the
length she felt within his Thunderan sheath.

"Wilykit..." Wilycat breathed deeply. "What are you doing?"

"Does it hurt?" She asked, looking up along the length of his body.

"Well, no," he admitted.

"Then let's keep trying."

Tigra flexed his arm a couple of times. This wasn't combat, and there was no
reason for him to throw out his shoulder while he was having a good time. He
took careful aim, and with one easy motion brought the whip down on Cheetara's
naked back. She moaned.

The whip, made of an elastic memory-polymer, retracted to its hand-held size. He
watched as Cheetara writhed against her bonds, burning with her desire. This was
how she liked her whippings, one at a time.

He struck her again. She groaned in pain, fighting the ropes with her speed. The
metal bars of the gym set quivered with her force. She liked every single slash
to burn against her, then fade away, before he put a new one to her.

He lashed out again. Her groan was louder, more intense, sharper. Over her
shoulder he could see Panthro watching them intently, a small smile on his face,
his huge penis, erect and obvious out of it's sheath, the purple head almost as
fascinating to him as Cheetara's writhing.

He struck again. She screamed, a soft and silent scream. When the whip retracted
he sniffed at it, checking for blood. The last thing he wanted to do was draw
blood, at least for now. There was none, and he smiled, watching her writhe
before making his decision. He looked down at her firm and well-rounded ass.

The whip fell again.

The Lord of the Thundercats turned restlessly in his bed. Although Liono knew
that Tigra had soundproofed the gymnasium as much as possible, his Thunderan
ears could easily hear the sounds of the activity downstairs, even through the
stone of the Cat's Lair.

"I'm just not going to get any sleep tonight," he said to himself, and with that
he rose and wandered down to the kitchen to pour himself a tall glass of
burblefruit juice. He sat at the kitchen table and put the glass down in front
of him, untouched. He put his head in his hands and stared at it, feeling
depressed.

He heard the door open behind him, and with a little surprise turned around to
see Snarf standing there. "You're up late," Snarf said in that chiding voice he
always used when Liono was doing something wrong.

"I know, Snarf. I don't care." He turned back to staring at the glass of juice.

"Liono? What's wrong?"

"Nothing, Snarf."

"Come on, Liono, you can tell ol' Snarf. It's the others, isn't it?"

"I don't understand, Snarf. They go and play like that, and I... I'm just not
interested."

"Awww," Snarf said, jumping up with an assist from his tail. He landed square on
his chair and joined Liono in resting his head in his hands, only he was staring
at his young charge, not the juice. "Come on, Liono, you're supposed to be a
grown-up now."

"I know, Snarf, but it doesn't help that I grew up while I was asleep." Liono's
face grew long and tired. "I never got to learn all those games. I guess even
Wilycat and Wilykit will be playing them soon."

"Sooner than you think," Snarf agreed.

"Besides," Liono said, "There's really nobody I would want to play games with,
not games like that."

"What about, oh, Mara?" Snarf said, recalling one of the pretty young females
from the Tree People.

"No, nobody there. Nobody I really trust, Snarf."

"Not even ol' Snarf?"

"Well of course I trust you, Snarf."

"Then why don't you play some of them with me?" Snarf asked, tilting his head to
the side.

"You mean, you... and me...?"

"Sure, Liono. Why not?"

"Well, I mean... I never expected... you keep telling me you're getting too old,
Snarf. And I couldn't ask you to..."

Snarf bounded out of his chair and into Liono's lap. Even at 41 kilos, Snarf's
weight was nothing to Liono, the strongest of the Thundercats. Snarf put his
paws to Liono's chest and said, "Your old buddy Snarf used to have quite a
reputation, Liono. Even Thunderans knew they were no match for ol' Snarf, not
even in bed, snarf, snarf, snarf!"

Liono laughed and said, "Okay, Snarf, let's go and see what you can teach me."

Wilycat lay back against the bed and put his hands on his sister's head, feeling
it bob up and down over his cock. He shuddered gently, the new and incredible
sensations washing over him making it impossible to speak.

Wilykit's mouth felt hot as she licked over him, sometimes down the furred
foreskin to suck on his balls before she worked her way back up and swallowed
his smooth spear in one huge gulp. Wilycat wondered why she wasn't choking.

Wilykit wondered the same thing. Her brother's cock was pretty big, but
everytime it slid down her throat she actually felt comfortable with it there.
She closed her eyes and concentrated, wondering if he would scream like Tigra
did.

Wilycat felt a tightness in his chest working its way down to his groin, a
strange tightness he couldn't remember ever feeling before. He worried about it,
but it was growing and his sister's mouth felt so good he couldn't tell her
about it. It wound up, like a spring, in his belly and his balls, and he could
feel it building and building and he knew it was going to explode. And when it
did he screamed, his whole body shaking, trying to force himself deeper into her
mouth.

And then it was over. It had felt... He couldn't remember how it had felt. All
he knew was that he wanted to feel it again, soon. Not right away, but soon.

"Wilykit?" he said, raising his head slowly.

"Yeah?" she asked. He saw that she was licking at her mouth slowly, as if she
had a funny taste there.

"What happened?"

"I don't know. You taste salty when you did that."

"What did you do?"

"I sucked on your thing, like I saw Cheetara doing to Tigra. And you screamed
like he did. Did you like it?"

"Yes!" he said.

The whip fell again and again, faster now, although Tigra was still deliberately
pulling his shots, so as not to stress and break Cheetara's skin. He wanted her
to be in good shape, because tonight he and Panthro were going to queen her, and
he didn't want her to be messy when they did. She was screaming wholeheartedly
now, her body almost a blur in her unconcious, hyperspeed struggle with the
ropes.

The whip fell once more.

"You could start by taking off your clothes," Snarf said. Liono blushed a little
and slowly removed his costume, putting aside the Eye of Thundera and the
Claw-Sheild. With the years of habit Snarf had instilled in him he carefully
folded his clothes and put them on the chair. Then he sat down on the bed. "Lie
down," Snarf directed, hopping up on the bed next to Liono.

Snarf looked up along the bed at Liono, assessing him. He was gorgeous, even for
a Thunderan, and Snarf had little trouble finding the body of his young charge
thrilling to look at. But more importantly, Snarf thought of his task as
educational, personal, and, he admitted to himself, loving.

Snarf walked up the bed on all fours to Liono's shoulders and sat back on his
tail. "Just close your eyes, Liono," he said.

Liono obeyed. "What... what are you going to do?"

"You'll see," Snarf replied. He reached out with a paw and touched Liono on the
neck slowly. "Easy," Snarf said, his voice dropping down to that deeper tone he
got when he was concerned. With slow, easy strokes he ran his paw along Liono's
chest, feeling the mass of muscles tense as he did so. He almost didn't notice
the small "snarfs" he was humming under his breath as he touched Liono. "Relax."

"It's so hard, Snarf!" Liono protested.

"I know, Liono, but you said you trusted ol' Snarf."

Liono didn't answer as Snarf touched his nipples slowly. Snarf smiled when he
heard Liono's sigh of pleasure. As he worked his way down further, he had to
take small steps along the way to compensate for having such a small body.

Snarf leaned over and with an easy motion of his head brushed his soft, thick
beard along Liono's belly, turning finally to kiss Liono's navel. Liono giggled
a little at the tickling sensation. Snarf smiled and moved a little further
down, to just where the opening of Liono's foreskin lay against his belly. Snarf
had to admit that even with his experience, Liono's looked like a formidable
penis.

Snarf stroked along the length of Liono's foreskin, slowly and gently nibbling
with his small teeth, and it grew firm quickly. Snarf smiled as he ran his
tongue along the length of it, tasting it. It had been a long time since he'd
had a cock to play with, and he wanted to take his time with it.

"How does it feel, Liono?"

"I can't say, Snarf. Feels... good. Weird, but good."

"Well, I did it for you, so you should do it for me," Wilykit said.

"I don't know," Wilycat said with unsurety in his voice.

"Come on. Please?" Wilykit said, spreading her legs slightly.

"But you don't have anything sticking out that I could suck on."

"Just lick me," Wilykit said, "and we'll see what happens."

Wilycat leaned over, looking at the dark patch of fur between his sister's legs.
He kissed her there, once, gently, not at all sure of what he was looking for.
Wilykit spread her legs a little further, and the scent of her pussy wafted over
his nostrils. It was a funny smell, but not unpleasant, and he decided it was
worth staying for. But when he pulled back to take a good look, he saw her pussy
had opened, looking pink and wet. He wondered what he should do, but decided to
just try licking her again.

As his tongue slid up into her, she moaned. "Did I hurt you?" he asked.

"No, Wilycat," she replied. "It felt good. Do it again?"

He replied, licking against her lips, feeling the smooth texture with his
tongue. She tasted really good!

"A little higher, and harder," she said. He followed her directions, figuring
she knew better than he did. Actually, she was acting the way he thought he had
when she was sucking on him. Maybe he could make her scream, too. And
considering how good it had felt, he owed her that.

Tigra slid the whip back into his belt. Cheetara hung from her bonds, exhausted
and sweaty. He walked up to her and said, "Well, little speedster, how do you
feel?"

"Wonderful," she said. Panthro stepped in front if her and said "You put on a
good show, Cheetara. Are you ready for us?"

"Ready as I'll ever be," she breathed. "Are you really both going to do me?"

"That's what we agreed on last time," Tigra said.

"Then I'm ready." Panthro nodded and with a quick swipe of his claws freed her
hands, catching her as she fell forward. Tigra crouched down and freed her feet
as well. Panthro easily carried her to the mat and laid her down on her back. He
pulled out his nunchukau that he always carried and unhooked them, so that they
were two seperate clubs. He put the blue one aside. "You know that I tinker with
these," he said, "and I found a good use for Thundranium recently." He turned
the base of the red one, and it began to hum quietly. Tigra walked over and
knelt where Cheetara lay and Panthro sat.

Panthro touched the nunchuk to Cheetara's thigh, slowly stroking along her short
fur to her cunt, sliding the cat's-claw image carved into the end against her
mons. She moaned and parted her legs, and Panthro easily slid the 'chuk against
her clitors. Cheetara went berserk; only her exhaustion kept her from buzzing at
speed with the vibrating club. Panthro slowly eased it against her opening, and
it slid into her. He pressed upwards with it, trying to get both her clit and
her hole involved, but that didn't seem likely, so he slid the 'chuk out and
began teasing her clit with it again. He was so intent he almost didn't notice
Tigra feeding his cock to Cheetara's lips.

Snarf looked down at Liono's cock with a measure of satisfaction. It had grown
to it's full length, and he had been right... it was substantial. He ran his
tongue along it's full length, coating it with his saliva. When he was sure it
was wet enough, he carefully walked up onto Liono's belly and stepped back,
placing his feet on Liono's hips. "Snarf, what?"

"Careful, Liono, you'll push me off and I'll fall, snarf!" Snarf protested.
"Take it easy." Snarf reached down and grabbed Liono's manhood in his paw,
pointing it up and against his ass. With slow tension he pressed downwards,
feeling Liono's cock enter him, open him up again. It had been so long that
Snarf actually felt some pain, and Liono certainly was bigger than Ocelandro. Or
Jagua, for that matter!

But as he felt it enter him the pain faded, replaced with the familiar and
wonderful sensations going on within him. He leaned over and put his forepaws on
Liono's chest, easing himself down until all of Liono's cock was imbedded within
him. And then he slowly began stroking, back and forth.

"A little harder, Wilycat!" Wilykit moaned, her body shaking with every lick.
Wilycat was having fun! It sure was great to make his sister moan like this.

He licked harder, like she'd asked. He'd found this one little spot at the very
top of her pussy, this little pink and white thing, that made her go crazy, and
it was working like a charm.

Panthro lay down on his back, his hard cock lying along his belly. "Come on,
Cheetara," Tigra said, encouraging her.

"I'm ready," she said. She rose and straddled Panthro, looking down at his broad
chest. She put her hands there, teasing his top pair of nipples. Behind her, she
felt Tigra's fingers opening her cunt the way Panthro's vibrating nunchuk had,
and she felt as they trailed back over her asshole, getting it slick as well.
"All clear," he said in a cheerful voice.

She smiled and reached down, much as Snarf was doing to Liono upstairs (although
these three couldn't know that) and slid down onto Panthro's cock, feeling it
stretch the walls of her vagina the way only it did. She leaned all the way
over, so that her ass was in the air, giving Tigra a really clear look at
Panthro's handsome cock thrusting slowly in and out of her as he pushed up with
his hips.

Tigra knelt down between Panthro's legs and aimed his cock at her tiny, exposed
asshole. It had been weeks since he'd last taken her dark rear passage and this
was the first time he'd invited Panthro along. He pushed gently, parting it with
only a slight force. "Harder," she breathed.

"I might hurt you," Tigra replied evenly.

"I don't care. I want it now!" Cheetara said.

Tigra smiled and pressed down hard. His cock slid into her, his hips nearly
slamming against her furred buttocks. She groaned in pain, and he complied with
her feelings, fucking her asshole mercilessly from behind.

"Yes!" Cheetara shouted, "Fuck me, Tigra, fuck me hard!" Inside her, he could
feel the wonderful length of Panthro's dick pressing against his, seperated by a
thin wall of her flesh. The sensation turned him on, although he envied her the
feeling of fulfillement. If only the could get Liono to join them, maybe someday
he could feel two cocks sliding inside him as well.

Panthro reached up and held her shoulders, holding her so he had more room to
thrust himself. Although Tigra was doing such a good job of pushing that he
didn't have to do any work to receive pleasure. But he wanted to.

"Oh, Snarf," Liono breathed. "I never beleived anything could feel so good!"

"Feels good to me too, Liono," Snarf said. He smiled gently when he felt Liono
returning the thrusts. The boy was learning. "Let's turn over. Old Snarf doesn't
want to do all the work."

"What do you mean, Snarf?"

Snarf pulled himself off of Liono's thick penis and rolled to the side, onto his
back. He parted his short legs and laid his tail flat against the bed, pushing
his hips up to expose his anus. "Slide it in, Liono."

Liono looked down at his old nursemaid. "If it's what you want, Snarf," Liono
replied, straddling Snarf's tail and aiming his cock at the proferred opening.
With an easy thrust he slid in, burying himself to the hilt.

Snarf let out a soft "Rrrrraaawwwhhh..." of pleasure. "That's it, Liono," he
said as Liono began thrusting. "Good boy!"

"Don't stop, Wilycat, whatever you do," Wilykit moaned, her voice becoming even
more high pitched, if that was possible. As if he wanted to stop! This was far
too much fun.

He licked at her pussy with enthusiasim, teasing that little spot he had found,
that little place that was driving her into a frenzy. She was quivering, her
fingers on his head and holding him in place.

"Don't stop, don't stop," she breathed, "Harder, please!"

Wilycat wanted to give more, but he was already reaching his limits. He was
giving her all he could, and he hoped it would be enough

Apparently, it was. Wilykit suddenly stopped all moving, coming to a frozen
pause, and then let out a long and soulful moan, quaking and bucking against his
mouth. "YesYesYesYes!" she screamed. He gave her a few more licks and then
looked up, her juices dripping from his chin.

"Did you like that?" he asked.

"Of course I liked it silly!" she shouted, throwing her arms around him. Wilycat
started to feel a little uncomfortable being this close to his sister, but
eventually she let him go. "We should get back," she said. "They'll start to
miss us."

Wilycat nodded. He rose from the old bed and recovered his costume

"Harder!" Cheetara begged. Tigra was merciless, slamming into her tight little
butt without pause, ravishing her with all the strength only a true Thundercat
has. Panthro had his huge meaty hands on her hips, holding her in place as he
counterthrusted against her cunt, filling that hole simultaneously. Cheetara
whipped her head back and forth with feverish intensity. "More!" she begged.

Tigra felt the intensity in his testicles, in his legs and groin. The feeling of
Panthro's dramatically thick cockhead sliding along the length of his own dick
combined with the exquisite satiny tightness of Cheetara's asshole conspired to
drive him over the edge, and it was doing an excellent job.

With a roar that was pure animal, he jetted loose inside her, pounding her guts
with his piston, filling her with his seed. The sounds of his climax were enough
for Panthro, who let out an equally loud roar of his own pleasure, his body
thrusting upwards into Cheetara with its own needs.

And the three of them collapsed, Tigra rolling to the right and off of them,
onto the mat with a thud. He began laughing.

"What's so funny?" Cheetara asked.

"Nothing!" Tigra replied. "That was great!"

"So," Panthro asked. "Still tense, or did we loosen your bones for ya?"

Cheetara looked down at him and hugged him close. "You two always do good for
me."

Liono was approaching his own orgasm, his first with someone else, and Snarf
could see it. Because of their size differences, Snarf's head was close to
Liono's chest, and he could just reach up and kiss Liono's nipples. He gave up
after a while, simply enjoying the enthusiasm the young Lord of the Thundercats
gave to his first fuck.

Snarf was in ecstacy. It had been too long since he had been on the receiving
end of a good, long fuck, and this was definitely one of the best. He was almost
surprised at the time it was taking Liono to come, since inexperienced kids
usually came fast. Then again, Liono wasn't a kid anymore.

"Snarf, I feel strange."

"Don't stop, Liono, let it happen," he encouraged. He wanted to watch Liono
come, to see the body above him shake with pleasure. "That's m'boy, snarf,
snarf, snarf!" he said.

Liono's thrusts became even faster, more urgent. Snarf could see that the point
of no return was behind Liono, that it was only a matter of time. Liono groaned,
panting as his cock pushed into Snarf so hard that Snarf had to grip the sheets
to hold himself in place. Snarf leaned back and closed his eyes, and with a
sudden playful inspiration bent his tail and slid it down the cleft of Liono's
thrusting buttocks, teasing and just barely threatening Liono's own virgin
asshole. The threat was all Liono needed. A third roar echoed through the halls
of the Lair of the Thundercats as Liono came, thrusting once, twice more before
finally stopping, looking down at his nursemaid. Snarf looked up at Liono and
said, "That was perfect!"

"Did I do well, Snarf?"

"You were perfect, Liono! Snarf!" Snarf rolled over on all fours and walked up
next to Liono, lying down by his shoulder and curling up next to him. He
chuckled gently.

"What's so funny, Snarf?"

"I haven't slept by you since you were five, Liono."

"Do you think you should tonight?"

"Of course I think I should tonight. I want to cuddle with you all night long."

"I'm glad, Snarf."

-- elf@halcyon.com (Elf Sternberg)

"The purpose of writing is to inflate weak ideas, obscure pure reasoning, and
inhibit clarity. With a little pratice, writing can be an intimidating and
impenetrable fog!" - Bill Watterson's Calvin.

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