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“Breakdown”

The morning light was filtering in through the windows; it had been all night, and after their massage and bath, Claudus had retired to his chambers pretty shortly after their encounter, leaving Panthro antsy and horny. His cock pressing into the mattress woke him up; he didn’t want to puncture it and looked around him to see that he was lying naked, half covered by the sheets. A cool breeze wafting in through the opened balcony door through which he snuck in the night before. He couldn’t go back to his place in the condition he was in after all and crept in for a few winks. Having realized he fell asleep, Panthro bolted upright and looked around. As he listened, he could hear the sound of footsteps approaching the door.

“Shit.” He whispered as he grabbed his clothes in one hand and ran toward the balcony. He exited and leaped down from the second floor, landing with a grunt and running into the trees to hide.

“Go! Fan out.” The captain of the guard pointed out. “Whoever our uninvited guest was last night, we need to be sure that he--” He grunted as he bumped into Panthro, now having dressed hastily, he came around the corner as if nothing happened. “Panthro--?” He asked.

“What’s going on here?” Panthro asked, raising an eyebrow at the man. “What’s with all the commotion?”

“An intruder. Nothing for a grease monkey like you to worry about.”

Frustrated, Panthro grabbed the man by the collar of his uniform and lifted him three inches off the ground to growl in his face. “You better watch out who you’re callin’ a grease monkey. I am fast on my way to becoming the king’s personal guard if my night with him last night was any indication, I would suggest you quit the attitude.”

The guard scoffed. “Y-you?” He asked, still sounding a bit nervous. “You’re nothing but an errand boy, a personal bitch to the royal family.”

“Why you--” Panthro reached his arm back and balled up his fist. The guard closed his eyes and took a sharp breath, but the blow never came. He opened his eyes to see Panthro’s fist only inches from his face when the man indignantly flicked his finger against the other cat’s nose. “Ouch!” The guard exclaimed, wriggling his nose. “Hey!”

Panthro chuckled and patted the guard’s cheek. “If you see his lordship, let’im know I’ll be back at my shop if he needs anything.”

“Didn’t you... just arrive?”

“‘Course I did. But I forgot something. So that’s where I’ll be.”

Panthro left the guard in a hurry, catching a glimpse of the man’s confused expression and he made his way back to his garage, tucked neatly just on the south end of the city. He hadn’t been there in two days, but it wouldn’t really make much of a difference, visually the place was a sty. Panthro wasn’t much to keeping the grounds organized from spare parts or broken parts from his latest repair jobs, the only things he kept in line were his tools and his tank, which was still in disrepair from his last trip out with Lion-O and the others. Entering the building he gazed at the tank and gave an audible sigh over how much work needed to be done. He had to overhaul the engine, work on the transmission, fix the radiator and fix one of the tracks that had gotten misaligned from a land mine. Letting out a long sigh he grabbed a large wrench from his work bench and made his way toward the tank.

It wasn’t often that Panthro could sit back, relax and concentrate on his work. He loved to work with his hands and always enjoyed tinkering with his vehicles, and even with the heavy heat of the day now hitting the shop, he happily worked through it. Six hours passing in the blink of an eye, he was under his tank, working on fixing the track links when he heard the sound of someone entering.

“Not sure who’s there or what you need, but the shop’s closed.” He said. “Not sure when I got to be everybody’s mechanic, but I don’t have time today.”

“Not even for friends?”

The familiar voice got Panthro’s attention, and the massive man pushed himself out from underneath the tank, covered in grease, blackened almost to the point that he was hard to recognize, but Tygra stood there smiling as the big guy came out to join him. “Tygra? It’s been an age!” He said, reaching up and shaking the cat’s hand, leaving behind an unmistakable black slick on his paw, which Tygra looked at, grimaced some and wiped it on his tunic.

“Good to see you away from the palace for a change. With as much time as you’re spending there, I was half-expecting some kind of imperial clone to come back.”

“Very funny.” Panthro said as he got to his feet. “What is it you need?”

“Well, it’s not really what I need. His Lordship has requested your presence for an upcoming mission. Said it was very important, and since I knew you’d probably be here I volunteered to come and retrieve you.”

“Why?”

Tygra shrugged. “Not sure, I guess he likes you. He finds you reliable and capable. Kind of like we do, you know.”

“No, I mean why would you come here?”

“And miss out on a chance to catch up with my friend? Why not?”

Panthro sighed as he sat up. “You never just... come by, Tygra.”

“You’re right.” Tygra said as he looked over the tank. “How’s the repair going? Think you’ll have the tank up and running by tonight?”

“Sure. If I had about ten of me running around here I might.” Panthro raised an eyebrow. “Why do you ask?”

“I’d like to know that too.” Tygra said softly. “But apparently my father needs your services again for a mission to the wasteland, he hasn’t filled me in on anything but he’d like for you to meet with him this afternoon so he can discuss it with you.”

“You came here...just to tell me that?” Panthro asked as Tygra walked to the bay door.

“Well, I’m sure if you would have stayed at the palace this morning you could have saved me a trip.” He said as he glanced back at Panthro, whose face had gone dark. “Don’t keep him waiting.” He said as he left, closing the door behind him.

***

Again, Panthro found himself making a trip back out to the palace. He took the time to take a shower and he grabbed a new vest; this one was blue with lightly spiked sleeves that was easily a favorite casual outfit from his wardrobe. He was nervous though, after the night they had on the night before, he wasn’t sure exactly how Claudus would react. As he arrived, he was quickly directed toward the king’s bathhouse; the same place they had met the night before and was surprised to find him dressed in nothing but a towel, wrapped tightly around his waist. Panthro’s throat went dry for a moment, but the king’s expression seemed to lighten on the man’s arrival.

“Ah, Panthro. Good to see you’ve come to join me.” He said with a cheery attitude. “Please, come on in.” He gestured for the massive man to step into his hut. “I could use your hands once again.”

“Y-yes, sire.” Panthro replied nervously as he followed Claudus.

He wasn’t sure exactly what he was nervous about, Panthro did give him a good time the previous night and even though they didn’t exactly see things through, he had to know what Panthro wanted as well, right?

They stepped into the bath house and immediately disrobed in front of him. “I’m glad I have your confidence, Panthro. Just as I hope I can count on you.”

“Of--of course.” Panthro replied, he could already feel the rise in his pants as the flesh within pressed against the front, leaving a distinguished tent pressing into the fabric. He looked over; his rusty-red mane, that tan skin, his large, regal naked body as he extracted the small cot for massaging and placed it onto the floor.

As he set it up, he continued. “I have a mission for you...”

“A mission?” Panthro repeated as the king laid in front of him, his bare backside barely covered by the towel he’d put back in place, draped over him. As Claudus gestured to the oils beside the cot, Panthro took them and began to douse the man’s back with them. Claudus groaned in response to Panthro’s thick fingers running along the muscle of his back and stretched out in enjoyment. “What kind of a mission?”

“Oh, nothing of too great import.” Claudus said as he dropped his arms to the sides of the cot, narrowly brushing a hand across Panthro’s bulge. “A supply and salvage run, one of our cargo vehicles had crashed in the wasteland; the driver is all right, but he could not carry the equipment back here with him. I would like for you to go and retrieve this equipment for me.”

“Oh.” Panthro’s hands paused for a moment, mid-rub, then started again to avoid any awkward moments, rubbing lower as he spoke again. “All right. I will of course obey your command, my lord. But why me? Can’t you have any of your royal entourage do this task?”

“I know it seems menial.” Claudus replied and sighed into his arms, enjoying the rub down. “But I would not entrust this to just anyone. Even my sons haven’t been given this task, I need someone I can count on. Someone who won’t be easily distracted by a drive to the desert.”

Unintentionally, Panthro’s fingers slipped even lower, cupping the king’s towel as he tried his best to not push them into his lowest regions; he could not, he would not dishonor his king by acting like a perverted youth. “Ah---s-sure I can handle it. Though I do wonder if you have any other tasks for me...”

Claudus groaned as he felt Panthro’s hands slide back up his hips, his cock pressing hard against the cot’s fabric under him. He gave a sigh of enjoyment. “I’m all right.” He assured Panthro. “These supplies are very important, not only to the palace but to your village as well, I would like to have you go on this mission as soon as you can.”

Panthro groaned softly, his eye twitching at the massive muscular body lying in front of him. “Yes.. yes, of course.” He said. “I would be glad to aid you, sire. Anything for the people.”

“Good.” Claudus said. “I won’t keep you any longer, Panthro. I expect you will be leaving in the morning?”

“As short of notice as possible, sire.”

Claudus nodded. “Good. Thank you, Panthro. Your service has been invaluable these past few days...”

“My service--?” Panthro whispered to himself and frowned, but his massage was still as enthusiastic. He knew nothing would happen, but he couldn’t let his king down. In this or in anything else, Panthro went somewhat silent. He wanted Claudus to fuck him, but the lord just didn’t seem at all interested like he had been the night before...

Returning to his garage, Panthro was surprised to see that another tank was parked outside it. It was surrounded by three guards, who acknowledged him as he walked up. “Afternoon, gentlemen.” He said as he looked it over. “This for me?”

“Prince Tygra had mentioned your vehicle was out of commission and commissioned one of the militia tanks from the royal guard for your journey.” One of the men responded.

“Peh...seems like everyone knew about this mission before I did.” He admitted as he rolled his hand across the back of his neck. “Thanks.” He said as he took the key into his hand.

“Don’t thank them yet.” Tygra said as he came out of the shadows; with a glance, he dismissed the guards, who seemingly vanished in an instant. “Lord Claudus is putting a lot of faith in this mission being successful, it wouldn’t be right to have you spend all night fixing up your tank when this will do in the interim. Right?”

Panthro shrugged. “I guess not.” He said. “But you--”

“Don’t thank me yet either.” Tygra interrupted. “Remember, it’s on loan. I don’t want to see a single scratch on it when you bring it back.”

“You won’t.” Panthro added a sense of confidence in his pitch.

Tygra sighed. “I know your track record with your own tank. Just have care with this one. Alright?”

Panthro smiled softly. “Yeah. Sure.” He said.

“Okay then.” Tygra said. “I’ll leave you to it. Rest well, Panthro. This trip should take...about four days I’d imagine?”

“I’ll have it done in two.” Panthro said.

Tygra smirked. “Tell you what, I’ll be willing to bet you’ll take more than two days to get there and back.”

“Oh?” Panthro’s curiosity was piqued now. “What do you wanna bet?”

“Make it back in two days or less and I’ll... make sure the palace guards are running drills when you report back to Claudus.”

Panthro’s eyebrow raised. “What makes you think--”

“Please, I’ve seen you falling all over yourself to impress him, don’t think I’m that naive.” Tygra said.

“Huh.” Panthro pondered. “And if I don’t? Just out of curiosity because I know I’ll be able to beat the clock.”

“You don’t make it back, you’ll have to clean the guard latrines for a month.” Tygra’s grin grew wider as he watched the wince on Panthro’s face. “...with a toothbrush.”

Panthro pondered for a minute before finally drawing out an answer. “All right.” He said. “You got a bet.” He stuck his hand out, and Tygra laughed as he shook it.

***

It was a rough night’s sleep for Panthro, who kept dreaming of Claudus. His cock in his king, or vice versa. He tossed, he turned, and he woke up more than once to the feeling of wetness between his sheets until he eventually got up, sensing that the dawn was upon him, he began to get ready to depart. He showered, he dressed and he prepared for his journey; the Wastelands were nearly three hundred miles from where he was starting, and if he intended to make it there and make it back in two days, he knew an early start would be best. The sun was already blazing hot and bright sky by the time he took to the road. The tank rumbling to life like a kitten and making him feel like it would be the perfect soothing ride all the way to the destination. Included were a marked map and several large bottles of water for him to stay hydrated. Perfect for a day out.

Three hours into the trip, while listening to music played over the radio along with the songs playing in his own mind, the heat began to really get to Panthro. As he looked out into the bright daylight, he ignored the glaze of heat radiating off the sandy earth and toward the sky to keep his eyes occupied on his trip; squinting, he noticed a small pillar of smoke ascending into the sky just over the next ridge. Just as he glanced down, he spotted a lone figure walking along the road directly in front of him.

“OH! SHIT!” Panthro roared as he slammed both feet on his break pedal and swerved the tank until it was sliding sideways, nearly striking the stranger before it came to a loud, screeching halt only inches away from the man. “Hey! Asshole! What the hell are you doin’ out here in the middle of the damned road?!”

Panthro’s angry shouts quieted suddenly, as he saw the face of the stranger looking back at him. His face...it looked exactly like his own; Panthro could see a long scar down the man’s right eye, a small metal bridge just under that. His features were flat, not Thundaran either. He looked like some sort of a primate with a black tank top shirt, tight blue jeans and worn and torn up hiking shoes on his feet. Panthro felt his heart skip a beat as the man collapsed against his passenger window, then collapsed to the ground immediately after.

“Hey... hey!”

The words barely registered on the man’s face as he was roused by a sprinkling of cool water on his face; ravenously, the man grabbed the bottle from Panthro’s hands and began to guzzle it, hard and fast. Panthro barely contained his surprise and stared at a man who could easily pass for some sort of--flat faced clone of him. After downing almost the entire bottle, the man gasped and took a breath, coughing as he fell back onto the cot he found himself on. “Fuck...me...that nearly killed me.” He said looking at Panthro. “Say...you look familiar, you don’t happen to be related to me, do you?”

“We’re completely different species.” Panthro said logically. “Are you a star-faring traveler, stranger?”

The man nodded, clearly exhausted from the heat that had nearly killed him. “Aye. My shuttle crashed a few miles away from here, I couldn’t make repairs and it was becoming an oven in there, so I decided to go looking for help.”

Panthro looked the man over, his heart was pounding fast. He was hot in more ways than just one. His chest was pushing against his shirt, giving clear muscular impressions. He was even built like Panthro and...for a human, he didn’t look too bad either. “Welcome to Thundera, friend.”

“So...this is Thundera?” He replied. “I thought it’d be a little greener.”

“The green starts about two hundred miles east of us. That’s where I came from, these are the Wastelands. If you’re looking for help, you’re just lucky I came along. You probably would have died otherwise.”

The man smirked. “Lucky me then. The name’s Jet. Jet Black.”

“Really?” Panthro replied with a facetious tone. “Your name’s a color?”

“First name Jet. Last name Black.” He clarified. “So you’re a Thunderan...I heard about your race. Let me guess... Panth-O?”

“Panthro.” He corrected, indignant. “Sounds like you been to our planet before.”

“Once or twice.” Jet answered. “Supply runs and the like. So, you gonna take me back to civilization so I can get some repairs?”

“Sure. As soon as I get my mission done, I’ve got to collect some salvage on an overturned supply truck a few miles from here. It shouldn’t take more than a couple hours if you want to join me.”

Jet looked Panthro over in much the same way and chuckled. “Sure, not like I gotta be somewhere.” He said.

The men were somewhat quiet for the rest of the trip up to the marked location on Panthro’s map, the sun was still hot as it hung high in the sky and the heat radiated down onto the dashboard behind the tank’s control screens so hot that you could melt an egg off of it. Panthro couldn’t help but occasionally glance at Jet, who was snoozing soundly in the passenger seat. His massive chest going out and then back in slowly with each breath. That tight tank top hanging onto him for dear life. If the man were sweating it would have been more of a mess, but it clung to his body hair in a visual that made Panthro begin to get hard in his trousers. He looked down Jet’s body and could see a massive, distinct shape out, pressing against the fabric of his pants as well. The man was hung like a horse and he looked uncut. How Panthro could tell that, even he couldn’t know. He cleared his throat and returned his eyes to the road as they approached the site.

“Oh, great. Here we---fuck...” Panthro groaned as he pulled to the location.

Debris was piled everywhere, it was much worse than he was briefed on. The truck didn’t just break down, but it had rolled over and was lying on its side near the bottom of a cliff. There was no reason that the truck climbed the cliff, there was no road coming in or headed out toward the cliff that would have changed its course from heading to the kingdom. It was as if the driver had fallen asleep and his truck steered up the nearest cliff without stopping. It was amazing anyone survived the wreck, but tons of supplies were strewn across the landscape, leaving a massive mess for him to clean up. “Oh come on! It wasn’t supposed to be like this!” He exclaimed in frustration. “Damn it Tygra you knew it too, didn’t you?” He sighed as he dropped his head against the steering wheel. “There’s no way I’m going to get all this cleaned and packed up in time! This is three days work, tops!”

“You looking to get back home quick or something?” Jet asked.

“No, not really. It’s a little side bet I made with someone. He didn’t tell me it was this bad and now it’s going to take me more than two days to get this all back home.”

Jet groaned and stretched, pulling the fabric of his shirt back down around his belly as he did so. “Well...” He said as he yawned. “I can help ya if you want. Between the two of us, this mess could take us about a day to finish. Is that going to be enough?”

Panthro nodded. “Yeah, then we could get some sleep and make our way back tomorrow. I’m sure you’ll be able to find supplies for your ship in my town. I probably have something you could use back at my garage.”

“You’re an engineer?”

“Mechanic.” Panthro admitted. “But I do have the basics to help out.”

Jet smiled broadly at Panthro. “Alright, it’s a deal!”

Panthro and Jet then climbed out into the blazing sun and immediately, Jet pulled his shirt off. He was clearly already sweating through it, and the sight of his naked chest began to make Panthro sweat as well. He wasn’t about to be outdone though, and removed his own shirt before the pair made their way toward the supplies. “Well, the supplies that require refrigeration are pretty much gone, this crash happened yesterday. But we should be able to get everything else together, grab anything you can hold and stow it in the back of the tank, it should be enough to hold a small army of men, I think supplies should be no problem.”

“Let’s do it!” Jet exclaimed, slapping his hands onto his firm belly.

The men began working, but it was like a never ending sea of items for them to collect, sort through and put into the tank. Back and forth the two of them went, carrying armload after arm load. The hottest point of the day hit them like a heated ton of brick and the pair decided to take a break. Seating themselves in the little shade that the tank provided, the pair drank from the supplied water packs to try and quench their thirst. Shoulder-to-shoulder, Panthro couldn’t help but stare at the other man’s hairy, human chest and those gorilla-like arms. He was breathing heavily, but he wasn’t exactly sure if it was because of this stranger, or because of the heat.

“Fuck it’s almost too much.” Jet complained as he poured some of his water pouch over his face and exclaimed as the cold liquid steamed off his face. “Look we’re the only ones around here, I’m just going to cool off.”

Before Panthro could say anything, Jet had unbuckled his pants and pulled them off, kicking them into the sand and revealing a black jockstrap underneath. He brushed the sand off his fuzz-covered legs and then stood up to pour the water over his body like an impromptu shower. “Jet! What the hell?” Panthro asked in shock, staring the nearly-naked man over. “Y-you can’t just--”

“I needed to cool off, now the wind and the water’s helping me do that.” He looked down at the Thunderan. “You’re a big guy, you can’t tell me you’ve never had to just cool down in the heat of the moment.”

“Not this kind of heat.” Panthro said. “Besides, I don’t have no underwear on so it’ll be a little awkward--”

“I won’t say anything if you don’t.” Jet said, but Panthro didn’t respond. “Well fine. I’m gonna go and finish my work. I’ll be over here if you need me...” Jet said as he walked off, his bare ass exposed to the sunlight in a way that got Panthro’s engine going. He then splashed some water into his own face to try and cool off some.

Jet had made his way toward where the remaining supplies had been piled up; finally, they were getting toward the end of their quest; there was perhaps another two hundred items that needed to be collected but he was ready to work. As he stood observing the wreckage, he could feel a pair of hands along his backside. The sudden grasp made Jet’s toes curl and as the hands moved up, he could feel Panthro’s face press against his skin and on instinct, Jet flexed his left arm into the perfect bicep, allowing the Thunderan to explore the muscle.

“Nnnn fuck...” Panthro grunted, almost ashamed of himself, but having too good a time to regret it. His hands toying with the human’s flesh like it was putty between his fingers. After all, Jet removed his clothes almost completely first. He could feel every muscle on the man move and as Jet leaned into Panthro’s touch, the Thunderan pushed the man back against a wall and began to run his fingers over every inch. “What is wrong with me?” He said to himself. He’d barely met this man, and from his looks, he couldn’t help but think he was touching himself. The strain against his trousers was so tight that he could feel his precum leaking underneath the layer.

Jet smirked at Panthro and flexed both of his arms upward, letting the man’s fingers slither along his sweat-covered muscle, he intensified the flex as he reached forward and began to feel up Panthro’s collarbone, then his shoulders and his throbbing pectoral muscles. His erection was a little harder to hide, but it wouldn’t be the only one for long. His hands surfed down Panthro’s washboard stomach and grabbed him by the belt, pulling him closer. He pressed the small button on the buckle, causing it to release. But just as he and Panthro were about to kiss, something interrupted them.

A loud ‘bang’ could be heard from the engine of the tank, and the cool running machine began to sputter smoke from underneath before suddenly it went completely dead. Filling the area with silence instead of the purring noise of their still running machine.

“Oh, what the hell...?” Panthro muttered as he walked over to the tank and looked it over. “I’m going to have to see if I can get this fixed.” He said to Jet, not even bothering to pull his pants back shut as he looked it over.

Panthro reached into the cab of the tank and opened the box in the dashboard, extracting a small set of tools. He crouched and checked underneath. Crawling underneath, he rolled over on his back and began to check the bottom side of the engine; there didn’t appear to be anything wrong with it, he dragged his fingers along the engine, checked the chains, checked the hoses he could reach and none of them seemed to be having trouble. As he explored, he felt something else. Looking down, he could see Jet messing with his exposed feet. Sliding his fingers between each of Panthro’s toes and taking his time enjoying each one and making Panthro wiggle them in response. “What are you doing?” He asked, trying to stifle a laugh.

“Oh, just admiring your toes.” Jet replied. “You were admiring me, why not go the other way?” He lifted Panthro’s left foot and lewdly dragged his tongue along the base of it, following that up with a deep breath of air.

“Nnn st-stop that...” Panthro objected, but not convincingly. “I gotta get this thing running...”

Jet grinned a bit and began to slowly slip each toe into his mouth, feeling it wiggle as he pulled it away, moving from one to another. Panthro wasn’t very subtle either, he huffed and tried to concentrate on the tank’s engine, he had to see what was wrong, but the damn stranger was just too distracting. He was already hard, his trousers achingly tight against his bulge and Jet could see the effects. Reaching up, he grabbed Panthro’s pants and pulled them down, letting the man’s cock flop out of hiding and slap against his stomach. He grinned at the sight of it and pulled on Panthro’s ankles, dragging him partly out until his balls met the human’s face. Panthro grunted and felt Jet’s hands move up his body, feeling his own muscled body from hip to chest. His toes curled and he moaned softly. He’d needed this, the time with Claudus the last couple of days had given him the worst case of blue balls he’d ever experienced, his tip was already wet with precum that dripped down in long streams of fluid over his stomach. Jet wrapped his mouth around Panthro’s cock and dove down to swallow the massive shaft in one go. Impressive, but the Thunderan wasn’t paying much attention. He was quickly dragged the rest of the way out and Jet pulled himself upward, laying himself down on Panthro’s massive chest with a coy smirk on his face.

“I don’t see you arguing.” He said confidently.

Panthro wriggled under him, admiring Jet’s muscles with his hands as they traveled down his back all the way to the man’s thick ass. He squeezed Jet’s backside and pulled him into himself. “Just fuck me, will you? Still on a tight schedule here.”

“Let’s just see how tight it is.” Jet answered as he pulled Panthro to his feet and rested him against the front of the tank. It had a slight slant to it and it allowed the cat’s butt to rest on it easily. Despite it being in the heat of the sun, it wasn’t scalding on the surface due to the heat-resistant metals it was made out of.

The pair kissed; their tongues smacking loudly as they pulled their bodies together. Panthro could feel the man’s cock grinding against his own, he could feel Jet’s hands grabbing his ass and pulling the cheeks apart as the tank’s metal surface made a loud thumping noise. Jet raised his arms, and Panthro’s triceps flexed in response as Jet’s tongue went down, and then crawled up Panthro’s pectoral to under his arm and then up over it to taste the bicep on one side. Panthro gasped loudly and growled, feeling the man’s cock pressing against his ass. Crudely, Jet spit into his hand and stroked himself, wetting the thick shaft before driving himself hard into it.

“Ahh! F-Fuck!” Panthro huffed and laid back, feeling Jet’s other hand grab his chest as he began to push himself inward, penetrating the cat man with only a little resistance against him. “By--Jaga...” He howled out and laid back some, feeling the grind pushing him further up the tank’s hood. “Ahh! Haaa---!” He felt the cock drive in deeper and deeper until their bodies became one and Jet’s hips were thrusting against Panthro’s ass.

Panthro sat up and Jet pulled him into another sloppy kiss, made a little more awkward by the feeling of their beards pushing against each other and tickling their necks and cheeks as they did so. Jet grunted and thrust in again, and again, getting a rhythm going as Panthro was thrust hard against the hood. Still, Jet felt somewhat shorter than Panthro and took a step up onto the hood, pressing Panthro’s feet against his chest as he did so. Panthro’s knees bent back to his chest, but he didn’t mind, he enjoyed the feeling of the man’s muscular pecs against his bare feet, and with a slow, long sniff and lick, he could tell Jet enjoyed that as well. As Panthro’s feet slipped over Jet’s shoulders, the man drove down hard, sliding his cock deep into the other man’s ass. Panthro gasped, he could feel every inch slide in and push against his guts with a powerful thrust. Jet then slipped back almost all the way to the tip of his cock and then drove it down again. Hard enough now for the man’s balls to slap Panthro’s backside hard. Both men grunted and Jet began to pick up speed. Panthro wasn’t sure if it was the angle, or the sheer ferocity Jet showed him with this fucking, but he was on the verge of cumming almost immediately after he started. He bit his lip and hissed, trying to hold it back as long as possible.

For several minutes this went on until Jet was comfortable enough to be almost directly on top of Panthro to continue his lunges. Both of them were sweating profusely, and both of them were so close to a climax when suddenly:

*VRRRRRRRRR-PTT-PTT!* The engine of the tank suddenly kicked to life under them.

Panthro could hardly feel anything but the numbing rumble of the engine under his back now. He wrapped his legs around Jet’s hips and both of them began to practically scream for release now.

Panthro came first, hot pulses of cum streaking across his body, leaving long strips of white across his skin and shooting as high up as his nipples, then his goatee. This climax was enough to send Jet over the edge as well as Panthro’s ass tightened around his cock and didn’t want to release. He howled out and thrust down before trembling hard and sending his load deep into the Thunderan. It took a few moments for him to come down from the climax to finally climb down from Panthro and seat himself next to the man on the tank. Both breathing heavily as they laid on the engine, which continued to purr and vibrate under them.

“Did we--” Jet started to speak before taking another few short breaths. “Did we just fuck your tank to life?”

Both men laughed, out of breath and overheated from the sun that had been beating down on them now finally making its descent from the sky. “Yeah--I guess... we did.” He answered, and the two laughed again. “Well. It’s probably too late to start heading back now, it’d be well past dark by the time we got there. Why don’t we camp here for the night?”

“What about your bet?”

“As long as I’m back by tomorrow night I’ll be fine.” He grinned. “Thanks for your help, we’ll make sure to repay you when we get back.”

***

Tygra was standing beside Panthro’s garage, when he noticed the headlights of the tank coming, his eyebrows went up and he looked at his watch. “Well, I’ll be damned...” He muttered and stood up. As the tank pulled up, he crossed his arms and watched the hatch flip open. “Just in time, I was beginning to think you’d actually be late...and who’s this?” He added, eyeing the human who climbed out with Panthro.

“Name’s Jet Black.”

“He’s with me. A spacer who crashed not far from the wastelands site, he helped me out a little and helped restart the tank when the engine failed--you wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?”

Tygra felt his face grow warm. “Not--nothing at all. Why would you ask me that?”

Panthro shrugged. “Just trying to keep it interesting, I get it. So you got people to haul this stuff back to the palace?”

“I’m sure he’ll manage just fine.”

The familiar voice made Panthro nearly jump out of his skin as he turned to see Claudus standing at the door of his garage dressed in nothing but a loincloth. He stared at the lord who smiled as he approached. “L-Lord Claudus I--”

“Please, let us dispense with the formalities for the moment. I do not think you went through the complications of my son’s wager just to see me off, did you?”

“What--what do you?” Panthro grunted as Claudus pushed him against the tank, his massive claw slowly sliding down the man’s chest.

Claudus leaned in and whispered. “Come, it is time you commanded me...”

Taking Panthro’s claws into his own, he led the man toward the garage and Panthro looked back almost uneasily as Jet and even Tygra watched after him with grins on their faces. Once inside, Claudus closed the door, but there were plenty of windows to see inside. Claudus walked over to a two-wheeled motorcycle that Panthro had been working on in his spare time. “Come now, Panthro. I didn’t expect you to be so shy about this, I know you’ve been watching me from afar for quite some time now. Here’s your chance to take advantage of it.” Panthro’s throat went dry, but immediately he wet it again with his tongue. “An interesting tool, are you sure you know how to use it?” He said, gesturing to the bike.

Panthro walked over to Claudus, admiring the man whose back was now partly turned toward him and in a shocking fit of bravely, he grabbed Claudus by the shoulder and leaned him hard over the bike, crouching behind him as the lion’s ass was now exposed, and he dragged his tongue across it. The gesture made Claudus gasp in shock as Panthro pushed his feet apart and did it once again, slowly sinking his tongue into the cleft of the king’s ass and prodding about his pucker in a deep moan of lust toward his king.

There was muffled cheering and laughter from the other side of the door, as Panthro realized that everyone outside could see in, and here he was, disrespecting his king with a deep tongue to his ass. Lifting his head to look, Claudus reached back and redirected it. “Now now, don’t stop now. You have me right where you want me, Panthro, and I demand you finish what you started.”

Panthro noticed the king’s cock was hard as a rock, pressed inverted against the edge of the motorcycle and in a moment of pure indulgence, he obliged Claudus and returned his tongue to that thick, tight pucker. Dragging his tongue along it again, he slowly darted it in. He smelled and tasted almost sweet, as though someone had sprayed flowers onto Claudus’ butt. The scent was so strong, that Panthro began to drool now, indulging in tasting every inch of his backside, from the tip of the man’s leaking cock to the taint all the way to the ass. All the while in the back of his mind remembering they were being watched and he had to put on a show. Panthro used his hands and unbound his belt before stepping out of his boots and pants in almost one fell swoop. Not taking his tongue off the king’s muscled ass, he soon reached up and grabbed Claudus’ body; he was not a king that slouched on his off hours, he was fit and massive and a proud lion. Panthro was finally going to get his way with him. As he rose, his hands continued along Claudus’ waist and his cock began to grind against the king’s ass. And as if there was something guiding his cock along that slicked wet path that filled his crack, Panthro’s tip jabbed against the king’s hole and pushed in. While it felt easy to slide in, Claudus still hissed and grabbed ahold of the motorcycle, looking back at him with an approving glance. “Oh that’s the spirit, Panthro. Fuck your king.” Panthro obliged almost hastily, thrusting his sword deep into the king’s ass. “OOOHHHH yes, fuck me!” He howled in delight as his legs buckled under them.

Panthro eagerly grabbed Claudus’ ass and thrust in again, this time harder. Almost hard enough to spill the motorcycle onto the floor. But Claudus wasn’t done yet, slamming his ass against the panther both subject and ruler began to grind together. Panthro pushing in deeper until his cock was fully buried in his king. Both of them hissed and howled together as Claudus pushed his weight even harder down onto the bike, his cock slipping through the rung under the seat like some sort of a fleshlight to slide his junk in. Again, and again they slammed into each other now, it was getting more out of hand as Panthro grabbed one of Claudus’ legs and lifted it up, thrusting harder inward again from the tip to the hilt he fucked his king hard.

It took several minutes but it soon became clear that the lion was coating Panthro’s metal joints on his bike in his cum and neither of them were letting up. The slapping of their bodies as the collided filled the room and soon not much could be heard over that and the sound of their simultaneous roaring. Panthro was the first to cum this time; he felt his cock explode in his king and instantly began to flood him. Claudus stood upright as Panthro did this, grinding his back against the panther’s massive torso of muscle. Panthro grabbed his king’s cock and squeezed down on it, sending him into convulsions until his body finally released cum, all over the bike, all over the ground under them, and even shooting a volley across the room. As the pair finally began to relax, Claudus released another thick rope; this one shooting up over his body and coating Panthro’s chest in his seed now too.

Finally, the two were able to relax; as Panthro released his king’s cock in its drippy, drooly mess they both leaned over the bike, panting loudly as they bathed in the afterglow of their fluids and their happy thoughts.

Eventually the crowd erupted into cheers and whistles and both of them looked at each other with amusement. “Oh man, I’m going to need a vacation after this.” Panthro admitted.

“Well, permit me to join you and I’ll make it a holiday for the both of us... maybe even your friend Jet, if he is still around...

THE END