Archive-name: Fantasy/thundera
Archive-author: Elf Sternberg
Archive-title: Night on Thundera, A
 
     Omaha, my SO, has this unusual ability to step on just the
wrong phobia at just the wrong moment.  One of her most annoying
habits is reading over other people's shoulders.  Normally, this
doesn't bug me, but when I'm writing, it recalls the horrible
paranoia I felt when I wrote my stories in high school, when
goddess forbid anyone should read them and find out some of my
more...unusual...interests (a la "Aaden's Revenge.")  Unfortu-
nately, last night, she was reading over my shoulder, an act
frustrating enough that I reboot the system rather than let her
read the first three pages of "Teasing Ramsey" (Which I now have
to rewrite).  When I settled down and convinced her to leave my
office (which does not have a lock, anyway), I couldn't find the
spirit to continue with the previous story.
 
     So I wrote this instead.  It's not parody per se.  I don't
write parodies...I can't.  I care too much about the characters
I'm manipulating, even somebody else's characters, to do them
much harm.  I like happy endings.  It comes with being a happy
guy.  And if I didn't care about the characters, I wouldn't know
enough about them to do appropriate violence to them.  The "Brady
Bunch" sketches were completely meaningless to me, since I don't
know who the Brady Bunch are, beyond the fact that the TV show
was some sort of sitcom.  I won't absorb what I don't enjoy.
 
   So what does Elf enjoy on television?
 
   (Cue scene...)
      Feel the magic, hear the roar...
         Thundercats are loose!
 
   (Obviously, I'm not putting any sort of copyright on this
sucker!)
 
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     A Night On Thundera
     ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
     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 inva-
sions 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 happen-
ing 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 gymnasi-
um ten past the hour."
 
     "I'll be there," Panthro replied, feeling less tense al-
ready.  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 fly-
boards 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," Pan-
thro 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 gymnasium 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 power-
whip 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 Thunder-
cats 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
shriveled 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 sur-
prise 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 concen-
trated, 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 ex-
plode.  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, be-
cause 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 unconscious,
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 final-
ly 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 quick-
ly.  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," Wily-
kit said.
 
     "I don't know," Wilycat said with unsurety in his voice.
 
     "Come on.  Please?" Wilykit said, spreading her legs slight-
ly.
 
     "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 be-
tween 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 separate 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
clitoris.  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 in-
volved, 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 satis-
faction.  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 embedded 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, teas-
ing his top pair of nipples.  Behind her, she felt Tigra's fin-
gers 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, separated by a thin wall of her flesh.  The
sensation turned him on, although he envied her the feeling of
fulfillment.  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 believed 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 preferred 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 enthusiasm, 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 counter-
thrusted 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 exqui-
site 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 ecstasy.  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."
 
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   Gleefully written by Elf !!!