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Vengeance	By : Aline Category: +S through Z > Thundercats Views: 2406 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or the series of Thundercats, this belong to Cartoon Network, I think, there's no profit being made from this piece of fanfiction.

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Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters or the series of Thundercats, this belong to Cartoon Network, I think, there’s no profit being made from this piece of fanfiction.
Author notes: This is based in the 2011 series, but I’m taking liberties with the characters and the events taking place on it. I’m still working on my English grammar, and surely there are many mistakes in this. Feel free to point them out.
WARNING: This contains graphic rape where the victim is a minor. I don’t condone rape or abuse of any kind. This is only an outlet for my own peace of mind. If you don’t like the theme don’t read it, that’s what a warning is for.

Vengeance.
Grune walked the halls of the palace in complete fury. How dare Claudus take from him what was rightfully his?! To choose that poor excuse of a soldier Lynx-o to command the troops! It was outrageous! That title should have gone to him! Instead he was sent to some useless quest with only the vague promise of prestige if he was successful.
This was not to be tolerated! Claudus will rue the day he denied Grune the glory of the leadership of the troops! He’d find a way to get him back and take his well-earned triumph. One day, Claudus would lie at his feet, begging for mercy!
In the meantime, a less direct vengeance would have to do.
He walked directly to the royal apartments, taking care to use the corridors that were practically abandoned at night. He knew the habits of the entire royal guard, and when they change shifts, so he didn’t find anyone in his way. He went towards the princes’ chambers and stood for a moment outside of the Heir’s room. He scoffed. It’d be too easy to ruin the innocence of Jaga’s favourite, but why should he set for the untalented brat, when the better son was some steps away?
Young Tygra may not be the Heir, but he was undoubtedly the one better fit for royalty. He was the son Claudus was most proud of. A son that wasn’t even his, biologically. And it was also the one that would hurt the most should something happened to him. Grune was not going to be satisfied with a useless little lion. He’d have only the best.
So, the general walked to the eldest prince’s door and entered without doing a sound. The room was big and dark, but Grune could see perfectly well the bump on the bed. He walked decidedly towards it in complete silence, taking out the piece of cloth that he had prepared in advance. It was damped with a special substance that’d guarantee that he won’t be recognized. The young cat would never know what had happened to him or who did it.
Grune took a moment to look at the peaceful face of the tiger that had just ceased to be a cub, and an evil smile graced his mouth. He quickly took the small head on his hands and covered the young face entirely with the cloth. Tygra woke and started to flail his arms and legs, trying to free himself, but Grune didn’t let go, and the teen’s struggles died out after a while. Grune released the young tiger when he was sure that he was completely under the effects of the drug, and rid the bed of the covers.
Tygra’s eyes were closed, but his breathing was deeper than it should be. He was retaining some level of consciousness, but had no control at all over his body. The entire experience would be like a confusing dream to him, and he won’t remember anything about it. The general put a blindfold over the boy’s eyes to prevent them from opening.
Grune chuckled at the sight of the helpless form before him, and climbed the bed, looming over it. He took his time taking the pyjamas off the teen, admiring the softness of the stripped fur and exploring with his hands and mouth every crevice of it, taking pleasure in squeezing the round buttocks and biting the neck, the soft nipples, and the inside of the youth’s thighs. Tygra did small noises of discomfort once and again, but nothing louder than a whisper, until Grune took his sex into his mouth and viciously bite the sack and the soft penis several times. The teen’s cry of pain sounded more like an anguished moan due to the drugged state he was in.
Grune decided to do something about the noise, mainly to prevent it from getting loud enough to attract unwanted attention. He kissed the prince’s mouth savagely and then filled it with a ball of cloth, effectively muffling the boy’s moans.
He continued molesting the young body to his heart’s content, leaving marks with his claws and teeth everywhere. Let Claudus try and explain to his son how they came to be.
Finally, when he felt he had sullied the prince’s fur enough, he grabbed the young legs and pulled them up and wide apart, putting the tip of his erection against the tiger’s tight, unprepared, entrance. With a devious smile and an evil chuckle, he started to push. Tygra’s head moved backwards. He emitted a distressed sound, while his little hands trembled, but he had no hope to wake up. That however, would not shield him entirely from the pain, and Grune knew it.
The General realized he needed a better support, so he let the teen’s legs upwards, partially resting on his arms, and grabbed the slender hips. Once he had a secure hold on the boy’s body, he pushed again with force, breaking the outer ring of muscle and getting halfway inside the tight, hot, channel.
Tygra’s cry of pain was louder this time, but muffled by the cloth, so no one would notice it.
Grune grunted at the burn that entering the dry passage caused, but he delighted at the painful feeling, knowing that it was ten times worse for the young prince. He started to move his hips back and forth, painfully driving his erection deeper inside the teen, until his full length was filling the boy’s entrails.
He put one hand on the youth’s mouth to better silence the wails of pain that were getting louder and he bent the young body almost in half in the process. His thrusts became more violent then, and soon the smell of blood permeated his nostrils.
He bit viciously one of the small shoulders and accelerated his pace. His thrusts came easier with the lubrication that the blood provided. Tygra was crying, and his body convulsed in pain with each brutal penetration given by his rapist. He was trying to get more air into his lungs, and in serious danger of suffocation, but Grune didn’t care about that. The older cat was enjoying too much the feeling of the young body below him.
After several minutes, Grune finally released his load deep inside Tygra, and moaned in pure ecstasy.
Once it was over and he came back from the high of his orgasm, he got out of the young body and cleaned as much as he could, getting the bed covers wet with disinfectant. He opened the windows, so his essence will dilute and be hard to recognize. He also cleaned the young tiger meticulously, leaving only the marks of the violence perpetrated on him, but not a trace of his essence or body fluids. He even dressed the prince on his pyjamas again, and covered him.
Tygra was hyperventilating now, and sweating profusely in unconscious terror. Grune smiled in satisfaction. The smell of the teen’s distress will help even more to mask whatever trace of him still remained. The night was young. There was plenty of time for the night air to do its job and purify the ambience of the room. No one would know he had ever been there.
He left the room jumping out of the window, without even a glance back.
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Lion-O yawned widely while he walked to his brother’s room to tell him he was needed for a late breakfast. The people of Thundera had said farewell to Panthro and Grune early in the morning and the noise had woken the little lion up. He was still a bit tired, but did his best to rid his eyes of sleep as he approached Tygra’s door. Then he perked up. Perhaps, now that Grune was gone and not there to impress, his brother would be more agreeable to play instead of training all the time.
He knocked loudly on the door, yelling for his brother to get out of bed already. Honestly, Lion-O couldn’t believe that Tygra had slept the entire morning with the noise outside the palace.
He got no answer.
After another round of yelling and knocking he started to get worried. Usually Tygra yelled back to him, demanding to be left alone. Lion-O debated for a few moments the wisdom of venturing inside his brother’s room. Finally he got too curious and opened the door quietly.
The room was bathed in light, and a bit cold. The first thing the lion cub saw was the wide-open window, and he yelped in distress.
“Tygra! Are you crazy? It’s freaking cold at night!”
He ran to the window and closed it. Then he turned towards his brother’s bed to continue berating him, but he stopped cold. Tygra was curled under the covers and shivering violently. Well, not surprising with the window open the entire night. Lion-O approached his brother gingerly and shook him a bit.
“Tygra? Are you sick? That’s what you get for leaving the window open, you smart-ass. Tygra?”
The young heir got the covers aside enough for him to see his brother’s face. Tygra’s eyes were closed tightly and his teeth were chattering. Lion-O put a hand on the teen’s forehead, and his eyes widened in surprise. The tiger was so hot he wondered how he could be covering with the blankets. And was that blood he smelt?
Now truly scared, Lion-O ran out of his brother’s room, calling for Jaga and his father.
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Claudus paced worriedly outside his eldest son room. Jaga was certainly taking his time checking the teen. Honestly! How could his tiger forget to close the window? It was not winter yet, but the temperature was dropping wildly at night. He should have known better!
Finally, Jaga came out of the room, with an expression that did nothing to appease the King’s worry.
“Jaga, what’s wrong? Is Tygra getting something stronger than a cold?”
The cleric sighed in sorrow, and turned to look at one of his clerics that he had sent for medicines.
“Leave those, and take the prince to the healer’s quarters. Call Bane and Sarabia. I’d need them both.”
The young apprentice nodded, and leaving his burden entered the prince’s room. Claudus looked in consternation as his son was taken to Jaga’s domain.
“What’s happening? Jaga, tell me what the hell is wrong with Tygra!”
The old jaguar put a hand on the king’s arm. There was no easy way to tell the news he was going to inform Claudus. He had to do it quickly. Tygra needed his immediate attention.
“Claudus, order the night guard to gather and don’t allow anyone to leave the premises. Your son doesn’t have a cold. His body is reacting to a drug in his system.”
“What? Someone drugged him? For what purpose? I’m ordering my personal guard to check the room!”
“It was not because they wanted to steal something Claudus. Tygra was raped.”
The king felt like a cold stone had been drooped in his stomach. He looked at his high cleric in stupefaction, not believing his ears.
“Tygra… No. It can’t be possible!”
“Sadly, it is. He has marks and cuts over his entire body. And he’s bleeding. He has an internal injury that must be treated immediately.”
“Who did this?” Roared the king, now in rage. “I’ll kill the bastard!”
Jaga took Claudus by the arms, and tried to get him to control himself.
“Claudus! You must not let the anger take your mind away! Call the night guard. Secure the palace. Choose the cats you trust most and we’d search for whatever clues we can to find the perpetrator. I’m going with your son now. You take care of the investigation. Treat it as a security breach. Your son needs the privacy.”
The cleric hurried to Tygra’s side, leaving a disgruntled father to focus his anger in finding the one who hurt his son.
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Tygra recovered in a few days. He didn’t remember the horrible night. He only knew he had had a blurred nightmare and that he hurt all over. Neither Jaga nor his father informed him of what had really happened. It was not necessary to hurt him even more. The teen soon forgot the pain and was doing his usual activities again.
All their enquiries were in vain. They never found the culprit. Years passed by, and they eventually stopped looking, but Claudus always remembered. He died with the weight on his heart that he never knew who had hurt his eldest son.
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