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                                   Fantasy/thundera
                                   Elf Sternberg
                                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.

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                                        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 !!!
                                                  
                                                  
                                                   
                                                  
                                                  
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