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"The Lion's Pride"

"Come on, Lion-O! Only a little bit further!"

Tygra was scaling a sheer rock face as he called down to the Thundercats leader, dangling only a few ledges below him. They had been climbing for nearly two hours, the posturing castle of the Lion's Lair could be seen off in the distance, like a great cat seated on the plains. Lion-O was already sweating hard, he hadn't expected that the afternoon's exercise was going to turn into something like this. He panted as he took hold of another rock and clutched down, stabilizing his weight. "Y-you say that, Tygra... but it feels more like climbing a mountain to me!" He called back. "Why are we doing this again?"

"You're strong with the Sword of Omens." Tygra answered as he made another stride, climbing another few feet in one move. "But you're still new to your own strength." He said. "The things your body can do for you now..." He paused and grunted as he moved up again, looking back only to see the lion's arms flex as he strained to move on to the next ledge. "You might find it amazing!"

Lion-O reached for the next handhold, the weight of his claw and sword weighing down his hip caused his balance to swing a little too far and he missed the rock. He gasped and he felt his other hand give way. "AHHH!" He shouted as he found himself falling all of a sudden toward the ground far below. Reaching into the glove, he pulled it onto his hand. The sword had fallen in his sudden struggle and he paid it little mind. Putting the glove on he threw his hand forward, and the claws shot tendrils of rope up where he had aimed; directly below Tygra's hanging position. He swung in and caught himself on the rock again, his feet meeting the holes in the face he'd been using before, but he was nearly twenty feet down from where he'd been. He panted and sighed, closing his eyes in relief.

"Are you alright down there?" Tygra's voice called, his body now no more than a silhouette against the bright sky. "Lion-O!"

Lion-O looked up. "Yes! I'm alright!"

"Good." Tygra called back. "But we're doing this the old fashioned way, no cheating!"

The tiger swept his foot across where the glove's claws had dug in and kicked them free. Lion-O had about one second to grab the rock again as the claws retreated back into the glove. He re-pocketed the glove and glanced down, noticing the familiar shimmer of the sword far below, shining in the sunlight. He sighed and continued his climb.

It took nearly an hour more before Lion-O reached the top of the cliff, as he hoisted his hands onto the ledge, Tygra appeared there with a smile on his face and a hand reaching down. "Took you long enough, how do you feel now?"

"Like I want to kick your ass." Lion-O said as he ignored the hand and pulled himself up onto the ledge. He was covered in sweat, his muscles were trembling and he couldn't feel a thing in his arms or legs. "I would if I weren't so numb."

Tygra laughed. "Well, they say growing up isn't easy." He said. "This is about what they meant." His laugh stopped as noticed the glove attached to Lion-O's hip. "Where's the Sword of Omens?" He asked.

"I dropped it." Lion-O responded shamefully. "When I lost my grip and had to use the shield, it fell to the bottom of the cliff."

"You dropped it?!" Tygra said, suddenly sounding angry. "Lion-O do you realize how important that sword is? Not just to you for your place as the Lord of the Thundercats, but to the defense of this world?" He rushed to the edge of the cliff and looked down.

"I know it's important." Lion-O said as he stood up. "Don't think I'm still a child Tygra, I know..."

Tygra spotted the shine from the sword below and sighed in relief. "You know nothing." He said. "If evil were ever to possess the sword, we would stand no chance. Now we need to climb back down there and retrieve it."

"Right now?" Lion-O asked. "Can't we wait a few more minutes? I am covered in sweat--"

"Now, Lion-O."

Tygra pointed toward the edge of the cliff and the lion gave him a bit of a defiant glare. Sure, Tygra was older than him mentally, but they were closer to the same age physically than they had been on Thundera. Wiping the sweat from his eyebrows, Lion-O walked past Tygra and began the arduous descent back down the cliff they'd just climbed up.

Admittedly, the climb down wasn't as long or drawn out as the climb up, but it didn't make it any less difficult, by the time Lion-O finally reached the ground, he landed on his hands and knees, trembling from all the hard work.

"Say, that wasn't as bad as the climb up, was it?" Tygra asked as he reached the bottom and hopped off the cliff face with as much spryness as a kitten. "Now where is the sword?"

Lion-O got back to his feet and spotted the weapon a few yards away, gleaming from its place, now buried almost to the hilt in a large stone. He approached the weapon and took it into his hand, trying to pull on it he felt some resistance that his aching muscles couldn't overcome. He grunted. "It's... it's stuck!" He exclaimed.

"Stuck? What do you mean, stuck?" Tygra said as he approached.

"I mean I can't pull it out." He said. "It's buried in this stone."

"Huh... so it is." Tygra said, stroking his chin as he examined the weapon. "Well, perhaps we can get Panthro out here in the morning, he can use the Thunder Tank to break it out of the rock."

Lion-O looked up and realized that the sun was already going down; the sky like an orange fire over their heads, and the temperature was slowly dropping around them. "But didn't you say we shouldn't leave it out? What if one of the mutants come across it?"

Tygra smirked. "I didn't think you cared?"

"Who said that?" Lion-O said. "I only said that I had dropped it--" He paused. "Oh."

"You see? An excuse is an excuse no matter how you try to justify it." Tygra commented. "Now, I suppose we can set up camp out here for the night. In the morning one of us can return to Cat's Lair and get the Thunder Tank."

Lion-O smiled. "Agreed."

The pair separated for supplies; Tygra used his whip to gather wood, while Lion-O worked to clear a small area near the sword for a campsite. As the area was cleared, he heard Tygra talking over the communicator:

"Yes, Lion-O and I are going to stay here tonight. If we aren't back by tomorrow mid-morning, we're going to need to have you track us."

"Right-o, Tygra. I hear you." Panthro's voice came in like static over the channel. "We're still going to have to work on our communicators, you sound like you're talking through a garbage scow."

Tygra chuckled. "Right. Alright, Panthro. Good night."

"If we can get ahold of him over the communicator, why worry about camping at all?" Lion-O asked as Tygra approached, laying several pieces of wood down. "Can't we just have him come out and retrieve us?"

"Don't want to risk bringing the Thunder Tank out into the dark, this land is still roughly unknown to us and of all the gadgets Panthro has on that damn thing, he hadn't thought of a headlight." He picked up a pair of stones and clicked them together over the wood, eventually causing it to burst to life with flame. He seated himself on the other side of the fire as Lion-O remained on his side, nearest the sword that rested in the stone only a few feet away. "Good night, Lion-O." He said.

Lion-O stared at him for a moment before leaning back against the tree he'd settled by. "Good night, Tygra." He said before closing his eyes and falling asleep.

Something awakened Lion-O in the middle of the night; a flash, a warning from the Sword of Omens had him open his eyes in the near-total darkness of the midnight hour just as someone grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him aggressively into the air. "HEY! What the?!" The attacker grabbed the lion's top and ripped it apart, baring his chest to the cool night air as he was flung hard against a tree and a large pair of claws grabbed his shoulders, claws he recognized in an instant. "Tygra?!" He exclaimed. "What are you--!?"

The tiger snarled as he threw Lion-O to the ground. He looked back to see that Tygra was naked, his thick flesh hanging in the breeze was mostly erect and he had a strange look in his eye as he approached. "Come now, Lord of the Thundercats!" He shouted. "Show me your place!" He stormed toward the lion with his claws at the ready.

"Tygra, stop! You don't know what you're--" He scooted back and fell to the ground as Tygra grabbed the buckle of his belt, using his strength to pull the emblem off of it and throwing the length of fabric to the ground. Tygra then swiped at Lion-O's pants, causing him to briefly expose himself as he staggered to get out of his grasp. "Tygra!"

Tygra didn't hesitate though, he ran at Lion-O and pinned him against the tree behind him. His smaller but toned chest pressed against Lion-O's thicker one. The tiger was only slightly shorter than Lion-O, but it didn't deter his strength any as he felt a thick, impressive bulge pressing against his own crotch. His cheeks burned red in surprise as his arms were held back by Tygra's impressive hold. "Show me your place!" He roared and in an instant, his hands grabbed the lion's loincloth and dragged them down, just enough for his member to fall out into the open. It was thick and hard, and Tygra stared at him with a grin of satisfaction as his cock began to taunt and almost wrestle with the lion flesh. "You are nothing but a cub." He said. "Can you not stand up for yourself?" He shouted as he grabbed Lion-O by the arm and wrestled him to the ground. Their naked bodies tangled around one another and Tygra successfully pinned the other cat's arms to the ground as he sat firmly on top of him. "I will show you the nature of growing up!"

Aggressively, Tygra's legs pushed Lion-O's apart. Lion-O gasped as he felt the slippery shaft of the elder cat's cock slide down along his thigh and drop between his legs. "Ahh!" He gasped as he felt the tip press against his hole and the tiger grin wildly at him. "F-fuck... just --ahh! Do it!" He panted.

Tygra was already read to oblige as he spit into his hand and stroked his flesh with it and pushed it firmly against the lion's virgin ring more firmly this time. Lion-O gasped and twisted, as if still struggling to break free of the tiger's grasp. Tygra punched his way into the lion's ass and Lion-O cried out in sheer agony, his screams filling the sky for a good moment as Tygra's arms wrapped around the lion's hips and pulled their bodies together. Slowly, Lion-O's cries quieted and he began to gasp at each filling swell inside of him. Tygra grinned and growled as he continued to assault the lion. "Oh yes... such a tight leader..." He panted. "I've been waiting weeks for thi-this chance!" His claws scratched along Lion-O's chest, leaving dull marks against his torso with each more-urgent thrust into his body. Lion-O's cock was growing fast, now dribbling the faintest hint of a translucent fluid across his stomach. He didn't examine it much, he only grew more curious as the smell of something reached his nose; the smell of something he really enjoyed.

Tygra's grin only widened. "Can you smell that, Lion-O?" He asked. "The smell of arousal? The scent of our sex?" He shuddered. "Grrr intoxicating!" He exclaimed as he pushed himself in so deep that his balls slapped against Lion-O's backside.

Lion-O moaned, his hips raising above the ground some as Tygra lifted his lower half off the ground. His claws began to rake into the soil under them and his precum became more of a flood that began to trail along his muscular abdomen. Tygra's arms wrapped under the bend of Lion-O's knees. "Oh yes!" He cried. "Yes, Tygra!" He cried out loudly as he felt the warmth build up deep inside of his ass, his shaft was now fully erect, pointing almost directly up into the sky each time Tygra plunged into him, then slapping back onto his stomach, each time more wetly than the last.

"HHHNNNH! Ahhh!" Tygra growled, panting as his body began to tighten up. "Feels... so... good... so... tight, Lion-O!"

"Do it!" The lion cried, almost demanding it now. "Cover me, Tygra!"

"AAAAUGHHH!" Tygra's body entered a hard convulsion as he let out a roar.

The first few pulses could be felt coursing through Lion-O's body, deep and hard into his ass; a flood of warmth just filling him before Tygra realized what he was doing and pulled himself clear again, letting three or four good ropes slap messily across the lion's body. Lion-O gasped lustily and began to try and catch the strands of seed in his mouth as Tygra rubbed his shaft in the space between his balls and his leg, shooting a few perfect arches before really landing any in the lion's face. He groaned as the shooting soon settled down to a heavy drip that trickled off his tip and along the lion's nether-regions.

"Hahhh... hahhh..." Tygra's breathing was loud and hard as the pulses began to fade, but his shaft wasn't going down, it still stood almost as thick as Lion-O's cock, and maybe a little bit longer as the flesh rubbed together. "I-I'm sorry..." He said after a moment as if suddenly realizing what he'd been doing. "I--I don't know what got into me, Lion-O. I didn't mean to..." He suddenly stood up again, letting Lion-O's legs fall to the ground and reaching down to help him up. "Please, forgive me!"

Lion-O thought that Tygra's approach was strange to begin with, but to suddenly regret something so amazing; well that was just something he wasn't ready to forgive. Reaching up to take Tygra's claw, Lion-O quickly turned his strength around on him, getting up as he threw Tygra to the ground face down. "Oomph!" Tygra shouted. "Hey! Wha-what gives?"

"Hah! You don't know what's gotten into you old man?" Lion-O taunted as he quickly crouched behind Tygra, pressing the length of his shaft against the tiger's round backside. "Well it's just about to!"

"Lion-O, what are you--?"

Lion-O didn't waste a moment, he pressed the tip of his cock against Tygra's ass and watched a slathering of precum bubble against the hole before pushing forward and plunging his tip into him. Tygra roared loudly in pain as he grabbed the ground for dear life. Lion-O felt how tight the tiger was, but how easily he seemed to slide in with his own fluids. He growled and asserted his stance, using his right hand to hold Tygra's shoulders down, forcing him to lay against the ground, while his other hand grabbed the man's hip and held it still for his invasion. "Nnnhhhh!" He growled. "Yes, so nice! You're right Tygra, it's so tight!" He panted as his length began to work its way inward as Tygra's cries began to wane, and to turn into moans of pleasure with each passing inch.

"Ohhh.... gods.... Fuck me, Lion-O!" He cried, his face practically pressed into the dirt as his ass was raised up by the lion and beaten downward by his hips. Lion-O moaned as he brought his weight down onto the tiger, Tygra's ass was up so high that he felt like he was stabbing down into the earth by now.

Again and again, Lion-O's length pulled nearly all the way out of Tygra's ass and then came back down again hard, slapping their orbs together with a lewd wet sound each time they came together. Tygra was getting hard again, the sheer, raw energy that Lion-O was pumping into him was proving almost too much for his body to take as he wriggled under the muscular lord's weight and clawed the earth under him deeply. "Nnnhhh! Ahhh! Y-you're going to make me--cum again...!" He cried out urgently.

"Oh r-really? That's good... cum for me... cum for the Lord of the Thundercats!" Lion-O shouted, his claws scratching at Tygra's flesh the harder he fucked him. "Nnnhhh!"

Lion-O growled and then thrust into Tygra so hard that the tiger felt like he was being drilled into the dirt. It didn't take long before his own body began to turn against him and he began to feel his climax building. "Oh... ohhhhh fuck! AHHHH!" He cried out suddenly as he began to cum into the dirt under him. Long, wet jetting noises could be heard hitting the ground as Tygra came for the second time, his body tensed up, every muscle on his form showing themselves as his ass clenched with each spout. It was a bit much even for Lion-O, who was driven over the edge by the tightness of his teacher.

"UUUAHHHH!" He roared loudly, much louder than Tygra the cry filled the night sky as if he were calling the Thundercats with his Sword of Omens.

The flood was too much for Tygra as he felt his body fill with Lion-O's seed, it began to drip out of his ass, cum crawling down his thighs and into the dirt under them as the lion spent every drop of his seed, slowing down for every following thrust until he almost collapsed from being so spent. He panted and relaxed against the tiger. "Now...." Lion-O panted. "Now who's the leader?" He asked with a smirk, peeking at the tiger through beads of sweat across his brow.

Tygra could barely move, he merely grinned at the lion and chuckled. "You are definitely... your father's son." He said.

A flash from the sword nearby suddenly attracted Lion-O's detention as he looked at it. "I... I sense danger!" He exclaimed as he sat up, pulling himself from Tygra's body to look at the sword. Without looking through the sword's hilt, his eyes began to glow. "My sight-beyond-sight is working without--oh no! Cat's Lair is in danger! We have to get back to them!"

"But how?" Tygra asked as Lion-O walked over to the sword. "Without the sword--" He paused as Lion-O effortlessly pulled the sword from the rock and pocketed it into the glove on his hip. He smirked in response. "Nevermind."

"Let's just say I've had a lesson learned tonight, Come on, old friend! Let's go!"

The pair didn't even bother to grab their discarded clothes and they ran off into the night. Nearby, in the thicket, two sets of eyes had been secretly watching them.

"Ooh ooh, where'd they go?" Monkian asked. "And what are you doing?!"

Jackalman cackled, hiding his visible erection as he turned to the ape. "Oh... shut up! We need to send warning to Sslythe that Lion-O and Tygra are returning to Cat's Lair, he needs to abort the mission he's on!"

Monkian stared through the thicket. "Did I miss the rest of it?"

"Hey, just because you're shy around others doesn't mean I can't have a good time, but MAN what a show!" Jackalman laughed loudly.

THE END