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The Darker Side of New Thundera	By : Crystalandra Category: +S through Z > Thundercats Views: 7628 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Lumar awoke and gingerly sat up in bed...his head didn't ache quite as much but that didn’t matter much because he was in a foul mood. "Damn that Schwenk!" He spat as he crawled out from under the covers and into the bathroom.
Schwenk got up from his bed, refreshed and relaxed. "Well...I suppose I need to get ready for work..." he yawned and stroked Tee-Lara's fur on her hip.
She rolled over onto her side facing her man. "Do you want me to fix you breakfast?"
"Thanks, but no...We need to get to the Lair...I'll grab something there..." he kissed her cheek. "I'll get you a job there too..."
"That sounds wonderful!" The tigress exclaimed. "I hope Crys is back...The place is awfully quiet."
"Yeah...peaceful..." Schwenk’s heart fluttered with what had happened the night before. He got dressed. "Well, time to get the bus, I hope that lazy Lumar is ready..." he chuckled.
In fact, Lumar was up and dressed; he sat at the kitchen table with a cup of steaming coffee in front of him. He glanced up when he heard Schwenk enter and glowered. "Nice to see someone is cheerful this morning."
"Morning, bro....ready for work?"
"Truthfully...no...I awoke this morning and I seem to be missing someone--my mate. Where is Crys?"
"Oh...erm...To be honest I have no idea..." he shrugged, "Early morning jog or something, maybe?"
The Beni shook his head. "I remember her putting me to bed...I asked her to stay with me but her side of the bed wasn't slept in...Nor has she been in the spare room." He drained the rest of his coffee. "She isn't here at all."
"Weird! I hope she's not burning something..."
"I wish you would stop attacking her like that." Lumar growled. "...And I don't appreciate your flippant humour...not now...my head is fragile after you brained me."
"Oh yeah....how is that this morning..." he reached out to touch Lumar's head.
The tiger snarled cringing away from Schwenk's hand. "Don't touch me!"
"OK, OK....sheesh....you going to talk to Lion-O like that??"
"It's your entire fault I'm not at my best today!" Lumar whined. "Now his lordship will probably put me back in the kitchen peeling potatoes."
"Stop whining and suck it up..."
The big cat bared his teeth at Schwenk and turned abruptly whipping his tail barely missing the startled human.
"What?!! I thought you were a tough guy? Well, after years on the streets I assumed you'd have to be..."
"I am tough...but currently I'm upset--I miss my woman."
"Time to act tough then....come on...we need to get the bus...."
Lumar said nothing more and went out the front door with Schwenk trailing behind...they hurried down the street towards the bus stop to catch their transportation to the Cat's Lair.
They hopped on the bus and took the ride to the Lair. They entered the Lair after the usual security checks. "Come on....we take the elevator..."
They got off on the twelfth floor and proceeded down the hall towards the mighty lion's 'den'. Schwenk knocked at the door and waited--a Snarf, Lion's squire greeted them. "Come in...Come in." He urged. "Lion-O is waiting..."
They both walked in. "My Lord? We are here...." Schwenk bowed.
The massive he-cat was standing in the centre of the room admiring his reflection; he gestured towards them. "Yes...come in...Gaston Schwenk and Lumar." Tygra was sitting in a chair across from the king; Lion-O pointed towards Lumar. "You see Tygra...notice how huge he is? I told you and to think he is a Bengalian tiger complete with a tail!"
Schwenk exchanged glances with Lumar--the human was met with a frosty glare.
Tygra nodded in affirmation. "Tell me Bengalian does that tail do something more or is it merely for decoration?"
"It aids balance, it's a communication device and....it looks pretty darn nice..." he bowed.
Both Lion-O and Tygra burst into laughter; the tiger lord rose. "Excellent answer...yes, it does look mighty fine. Lion-O I will leave you but we will have to discuss the matter of that Sh'iar woman..."
The young Lord shrugged. "What more can I do? Just leave the estimate with me as to how much it will cost to rebuild our summer home." Tygra inclined his head to Lion-O and Lumar then left.
"Forgot to mention..." Lumar spoke. "It can also be used as a weapon..."
Lion-O beamed. "Now that's excellent! Come here Lumar...How are you this morning?"
"Well...I feel OK, sore head though..." he shot a glance at Schwenk.
"Sore head? What's this?" The lion demanded; he raised a bushy eyebrow towards Schwenk. "Gaston Schwenk you were charged with taking care of Lumar...Why does he have a sore head?"
"We were sparring, Lumar lost focus for a moment, my Lord..."
"NONSENSE!" Lion-O roared. "I cannot believe that this fine tiger could ever lose focus. As his personal butler it was your responsibility to ensure that he is in the best of health. Well Lumar, we'll have you pampered and nurse you back into top shape. Gaston Schwenk, go with Snarf here and fetch some supplies to take care of him."
"But....hang on a moment..." he protested.
The lion gave a menacing snarl. "Are you questioning my orders Gaston Schwenk?"
"Erm...no, no my Lord..." he bowed and he cowered.
"Lumar come with me...instead of practicing my fighting skills, this I think should be a day for pampering...Snarf show Gaston Schwenk where to find the supplies and meet us at the spa." Lion-O commanded; his squire bowed. "Yes...of course my liege."
Schwenk gave Lumar an utterly filthy look.
The big cat sneered in return and left with the Lord. Snarf nudged the human. "Come on...move it...Lion-O doesn't like to be kept waiting..."
“I bet..." he grumbled and followed the snarf.
The squire unlocked a supply closet, opened it, and pulled out a huge cart that was overflowing with towels, oils, and other paraphernalia. "You will be also expected to give his Lordship and your tiger a pedicure and manicure."
"What?" he pulled a face. "I have no idea how to give those..." Schwenk shrugged. ”Besides, I'm not touching those feet....disgusting!"
"It's what is expected of you..." Snarf replied. "You'll learn quickly though...Now come on..." The squire motioned to Schwenk to push the cart and follow...They took the elevator up to the fifteen floor, the location of Lion-O's private spa.
Schwenk pushed the trolley behind the snarf and into the spa.
Both the lion and the big Beni were stretched out on padded tables; Lion-O was receiving a massage from one of his lionesses; he snapped his finger at Schwenk. "Gaston Schwenk, Lumar is waiting for his massage...give him one."
"Yes, my Lord..." he walked over to the tiger who was laying face down. He leant down and whispered. "You're going to pay for this....brother..." he spat in a whisper.
"Better make it a relaxing massage, brother--my muscles are quite tense." Lumar replied with a smile.
"Shall I start with that muscle on your head..." he pressed down on Lumar's head lump.
The tiger screeched; Lion-O raised himself up on an elbow. "What is it Lumar? Did Gaston Schwenk hurt you?"
"Say no..." Schwenk menacingly hissed.
Lumar's eyes were watering from the pain. "Why should I?" He hissed back.
"Do it...or you'll get much worse..."
"I-I'm fine...my Lord...” the tiger gasped. "M-My fur got caught on something..."
Lion-O didn't seem to be convinced; he fixed Schwenk with a warning glare. "Make sure that Lumar is all right...My wrath is not very nice."
"Understood my Lord..." he started kneading the tiger’s back, innocently smiling.
"Use some of that oil there, ‘Essence of Cat’ and work it into Lumar's fur." Lion-O instructed settling himself back onto the massaging table.
"Essence of Cat?" he looked at the bottle. "Ermm…What's in that?"
The lion shrugged. "Cat oil...male urine...It is something that female's find alluring...Oh and when you are finished with Lumar, spread some on me as well."
"Piss?? You want me to rub piss on you?? Where are my gloves??"
"You don't need any gloves...you are more than welcome to use it on yourself too...I thought, Gaston Schwenk, you said you were mated to a tigress? She would love the scent on you."
"It's piss...frankly disgusting..." he opened the bottle taking a quick whiff. "Ewww...gross!!"
"It is male urine mixed in with gland oil." Lion-O corrected. "I don't understand your squeamish behaviour."
"Yeah Schwenk...what's wrong with you?" Lumar taunted evilly.
"Maybe the snarf should do this!" Schwenk insisted.
The Beni coughed. "I would really like you to do it Schwenk...you being my personal butler and all..."
"Fine!!" he dropped some on the tiger and started rubbing. "Disgusting!" Schwenk muttered.
Lumar's nose twitched. "It smells nice...And you say females find this scent irresistibly alluring, my Lord?"
Lion-O nodded. "Look at the lioness' reaction..."
True enough the lioness was acting skittish...occasionally leaning over the lion and nipping gently at his ear lobe.
The tiger smiled. "Say Schwenk....I'm thirsty."
"Good, me too...go get me a water!"
"Gaston Schwenk, go fetch us a tall glass of iced tea." Lion-O demanded.
"Yes, my Lord!!" he sighed and fetched the two glasses. "Here we go...two drinks!"
The lioness accepted the glass from Schwenk and held it for Lion-O to drink; as he did so, he watched Lumar's tail swishing lazily back and forth. "Lumar does that tail of yours ever stop twitching? It's like watching a pendulum."
"It's very expressive....sometimes I control it, sometimes it controls me..." He chuckled.
"Simply amazing..." The lion replied with pure admiration. "Makes me wish I had one myself." He glanced over at Schwenk. "Gaston Schwenk, why don't you get yourself a drink of ice tea as well...When you are finished, you can give Lumar a pedicure."
"Oh joy!" he sighed. He quickly had his drink then sat down on a stool and looked at Lumar's feet. "Lumie....please...let me off of this..."
"No...I don't think so." The Beni said with a huge grin on his face. "I haven't had a chance to properly clean my feet...I'll leave it to you."
Lion-O sat up cinching the towel around his waist. "Lumar...let me see your hands...extend your claws for me."
Schwenk gulped and then started rubbing at Lumar's feet.
"Awww that feels nice...” the tiger purred; he showed Lion-O his claws.
"...And I think you should sharpen his claws too." The lion suggested.
"I think they're sharp enough already..." Schwenk opined as he rubbed at Lumar's disgustingly smelly feet.
"They never can be sharp enough." Lion-O countered; he snapped his fingers at Snarf, his squire ran off and returned with a basin filled with rose-petals and water.
"Here..." He said pushing the basin toward Schwenk. "Soak his feet in that mixture."
"Gladly..." Schwenk placed Lumar's feet in the bowl, "How do I sharpen his claws then?"
Snarf produced an iron file. "With this of course..." He gave it to Schwenk. Lion-O clapped his hands and two more lionesses appeared bearing a tray filled with finger foods i.e., raw meat. "Go ahead and eat as much as you like Lumar."
"Not with your hands though...I'm about to start filing..." he moved around to the front end. He held Lumar's right hand. "OK, claws please...."
Lion-O snapped his fingers; a lioness moved over to Lumar's position and began to feed him.
The lion settled back. "Now...that we are relaxed I'll answer the question you posed earlier Lumar...You wanted to know how to win over the heart of a difficult woman."
Schwenk rolled his eyes and started filing Lumar's impressive 'meat hooks'--the self-same claws that had raked his armour the night before.
"Yes please..." The tiger nodded eagerly. "What do you suggest, my Lord? I have tried being aggressive with her but it doesn't seem to be working..."
The lion sighed. "You have a lot to learn, Lumar...women do not respond well to aggressive behaviour...you will need to romance her...wear her down...Find something that will touch her heart."
"A dagger, maybe..." Schwenk muttered.
The tiger hissed.
"What does she like?" Lion-O asked. "Do you know?"
Schwenk moved onto the next claw. "She likes fire..." he whispered to Lumar.
"I'm not sure exactly what she…likes..." He answered ignoring Schwenk’s remark.
The lion scratched his chin. "Well, what is the most outstanding thing about her...Why do you like her?"
The tiger hesitated. "What should I tell him?" He whispered to Schwenk.
"Because she's your cousin..." he whispered--he was pissed off with Lumar.
Seeing he was not going to get any useful help from Schwenk, Lumar sighed. "I-it's her eyes...she has the most beautiful and expressive eyes I have ever seen...They're gorgeous...she's beautiful...Nice shape too."
Lion-O laughed. "Ah...easy solution then...jewelry...Give her a stone that matches her eye colour."
"Yeah, brother...get a same coloured gem...." he worked on another nail.
Lion-O grinned. "This mysterious lady we're talking about...is she also a tigress?"
"Ermmm...no...A...lioness..." He answered fixing Schwenk with a stern look.
Schwenk winked and went back to filing.
"A lioness?" The lion whistled. "You are quite ambitious Lumar...they are difficult creatures to deal with more so than any she-cat...But look at the size of you...you shouldn't have any problem at all."
"Lionesses are bloody nutcases, if you ask me!" Schwenk added.
"Not really..." Lion-O replied glancing nervously at his lionesses. "So tell me Gaston Schwenk how is your fine tigress?"
"I picked the right clan, I feel..." he smiled, "She's wonderful and so very, very stripy....she dotes on me. It's important to have a doting mate....isn't it Lumar?" he grinned.
In a fit of anger, Lumar kicked over the basin spilling its contents over Schwenk. "Oops...look at the mess I made."
"Best clear it up then, tiger!"
"Gaston Schwenk...clean up the mess." Lion-O frowned slightly. "Remember you are responsible for keeping my tiger here happy."
"Yes, well...that takes a great deal of effort from this moaning bastard..."
The lion's eyebrow shot upward. "What did you call him?!"
"Moaning bastard....keeping him happy is almost impossible..."
Lion-O jumped to his feet and yanked Schwenk up by his collar. "I will NOT tolerate you hurling INSULTS like that towards Lumar...Apologize now or I will put my foot so far up your arse you'll need a crow bar to get it out!"
"But...but..." he jabbered.
"NO BUTS--APOLOGIZE!" The king roared; Lumar stuck his tongue out at the human.
"Sorry..." Came the short, almost toxic response.
"Excellent..." Lion-O released Schwenk and resumed sitting on the massage table. "How does your tigress spend her time, Gaston Schwenk, without you while you are here and the Lair?"
"Ah well...I was going to ask whether there were any employment openings here at the Lair, my Lord..."
"That...depends...Tell me, what can she do?"
"Most things....massage, cook....great company...oh and she's Siberian...big, muscular...she can be quite the ferocious beast, but....don't tell her I said that..." he winked.
Lion-O ran his claws through his scarlet mane. "Hmmmm...Bring her to me...I will judge for myself."
"Judge? I'm not sure she wants to be judged!!"
The lion shrugged. "It is your choice Gaston Schwenk...bring her...don't bring her...It is all the same to me."
"Also, can you call me either Gaston or Schwenk....You sound like my mother..."
The Lord of the ThunderCats gave Schwenk a frosty stare then smiled. "Of
course...Gaston...Have you finished giving Lumar his manicure?"
"It'll do....they're working hands and feet and I'm not a miracle worker!"
Lion-O stood and motioned for Lumar to follow him. "Let's go into the sauna and relax...Gaston...I think for now you should find something to occupy your time in the kitchen...Perhaps peeling potatoes until I'm ready to deal with you."
"No..." he folded his arms. "My place is..." he had an idea, "With Lumar..."
"It is obvious from your...attitude you should be elsewhere." Lion-O pointed out.
"My Lord....I am not a kitchen skivvy...I brought Lumar to you! I stay with him, or we'll both leave!
The lion glanced at Lumar. "Tell me what you want Lumar and I will grant it. Do you wish for...Gaston to remain with you?"
Schwenk looked at Lumar. His heart was pounding.
The tiger's tail was slowly flicking back and forth as he thought carefully about what he wanted. Although he was angry...no seething more like it over what Schwenk had done to him, the human was still his brother and he needed him...The big cat looked at Lion-O. "I want him to stay...if you send him away then I too will leave...I can't abandon my tiger brother."
Lion-O sighed--watching Lumar's face; he saw that there was no arguing the point. "Very well...he can stay."
"Thank you..." Schwenk bowed gratefully.
"...And there is another matter, your Lordship...Could you possible find it in your heart to find a suitable place for Schwenk's woman as well?" The tiger asked.
The lion again sighed. "I suppose so...Lady Cheetara is looking for a maiden-in-waiting...Gaston do you think your woman could do the job?"
"Of course she could...she's amazing..."
"Very well then...Have her come to the Lair tomorrow...Is there anything else?" Lion-O growled rapidly losing patience.
"You grow impatient, my Lord? Why? I have done nothing...."
"I like having my own way and don't like being questioned..." He snapped; his eyes narrowed seeing Tygra hurrying in their direction. "What is it?" The lion asked. "Please don't tell me there have been more fires?!"
Schwenk turned and saw he was standing next to Tygra, who was significantly bigger than he.
The tiger nodded. "There has but you wouldn't believe what has happened...You remember Lord Argo's villa that he built opposite our summer home? Well it has been burned to the ground!"
Schwenk gave Lumar a quick glance at this news.
"There's more...come with me." Tygra pulled Lion-O aside; the mighty Lord nodded then burst into laughter. He glanced over at Schwenk and Lumar. "Um you'll both have to excuse me...I'll be back momentarily." The two big cats left the room.
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