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ThunderCats: Night On Thundera (mf,MMF,MM,bond,s&m,inc,oral)
by Elf Sternberg

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 Lion-o
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.

"Lion-O? What's wrong?"

"Nothing, Snarf."

"Come on, Lion-O, 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."
Lion-O'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," Lion-O 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 Lion-O's chest and said, "Your old buddy Snarf used to have
quite a reputation, Lion-O. Even Thunderans knew they were no match for ol'
Snarf, not even in bed, snarf, snarf, snarf!"

Lion-O 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 Lion-O.

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 Lion-O's shoulders and sat back on
his tail. "Just close your eyes, Lion-O," he said.

Lion-O obeyed. "What... what are you going to do?"

"You'll see," Snarf replied. He reached out with a paw and touched Lion-O 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 Lion-O'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 Lion-O. "Relax."

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

"I know, Lion-O, but you said you trusted ol' Snarf."

Lion-O didn't answer as Snarf touched his nipples slowly. Snarf smiled when
he heard Lion-O'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 Lion-O's belly, turning finally to kiss Lion-O's navel. Lion-O
giggled a little at the tickling sensation. Snarf smiled and moved a little
further down, to just where the opening of Lion-O'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 Lion-O'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, Lion-O?"

"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 Lion-O'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 Lion-O's belly and
stepped back, placing his feet on Lion-O's hips. "Snarf, what?"

"Careful, Lion-O, you'll push me off and I'll fall, snarf!" Snarf protested.
"Take it easy." Snarf reached down and grabbed Lion-O's manhood in his paw,
pointing it up and against his ass. With slow tension he pressed downwards,
feeling Lion-O's cock enter him, open him up again. It had been so long
that Snarf actually felt some pain, and Lion-O 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 Lion-O's chest, easing himself down until all of Lion-O'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 Lion-O 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 Lion-O 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," Lion-O breathed. "I never beleived anything could feel so good!"

"Feels good to me too, Lion-O," Snarf said. He smiled gently when he felt
Lion-O 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 Lion-O'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, Lion-O."

Lion-O looked down at his old nursemaid. "If it's what you want, Snarf,"
Lion-O 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, Lion-O," he
said as Lion-O 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."

* * *

Lion-O 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
Lion-O's chest, and he could just reach up and kiss Lion-O'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 Lion-O to come, since
inexperienced kids usually came fast. Then again, Lion-O wasn't a kid
anymore.

"Snarf, I feel strange."

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

Lion-O's thrusts became even faster, more urgent. Snarf could see that the
point of no return was behind Lion-O, that it was only a matter of time.
Lion-O 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 Lion-O's thrusting buttocks, teasing and just barely
threatening Lion-O's own virgin asshole. The threat was all Lion-O needed.
A third roar echoed through the halls of the Lair of the Thundercats as
Lion-O came, thrusting once, twice more before finally stopping, looking
down at his nursemaid. Snarf looked up at Lion-O and said, "That was
perfect!"

"Did I do well, Snarf?"

"You were perfect, Lion-O! Snarf!" Snarf rolled over on all fours and walked
up next to Lion-O, 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, Lion-O."

"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."

THE END

"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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