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It's Good to be the King	By : The_God_Mandalord Category: +S through Z > Thundercats Views: 7194 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Thundercats, or its characters, or make any prophit from it. That is all own by WB.I do, however, own this universe. Not for Tygra lovers.

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It had been several months since the royal ball. Since that, many events have transpired. Cheetara has finally broken all ties with Tygra. She is no longer engaged to him. Within the corse of a few weeks, Lion-O and Cheetara were married. Nothing huge, they would save that for when Lion-O became the Emperor. They had a rather small ceremony. Just Lion-O, Cheetara, and Nikolia who served as the clergy. WilyKit and WilyKat served as the bestman and maid of honor. And Panthro had to be there for a witness and to make sure Tygra woud not get wind of this until much, much latter.
It all seems perfect, right? Wrong. There was still the matter of Lion-O's slave.
The slave that Lion-O "acquired" was named Pumyra; or at least that was the best translation he could get. Lion-O, being a person who looks down on this backward idea, decided to give Pumyra's contract to Nikolia's family. Raise her to serve the royal family, and hold some form of independence. It also gave him and Cheetara a chance to go out on her honeymoon without any tag-a-longs.
Pumyra came from the Warrior Maidens, a tribe of amazon-like women who live in the Treetop Kingdom, which explained why she was so quick to warm up to Cheetara. Because of this, she has exceptional marksmanship with a sling, able to load, aim, and then fire with same the rate of a machine gun.
Pumyra also had a skill for medicine made from non-conventional forms. Mostly from herbs and marrow from animal bones. From the stories about her village, she told
In some form, Pumyra found a place within Thunderian society.
Cheetara, on the other hand, had - other plans for her...

Pumyra was certain the only thing she could feel was the braided rope biting into her wrists, rough fibers that irritated the sensitive skin as she fought them pathetically. She knew there wasn't any use in trying to escape her bondage, but that twisted part of her knew Cheetara wanted to see her try.
The cheetah sat beside her, apparently taking a moment to appreciate her handiwork. The way she chose to bind her hands just above her head made for the loveliest view. But the way she looked at the puma, now completely uncovered, made Pumyra feel unusually nervous.
Cheetara's gaze had been wandering lazily up the curves of her body, and when her eyes met Pumyra's, a devilish smirk curled her lips. She was sure she saw Cheetara's eyes grow dark. Involuntarily, a whimper of helplessness forced itself from her barely parted lips. Cheetara fed on it and laughed as she came up on her knees and crawled toward the foot of the bed.
Forcing her knees apart, she made herself comfortable between her strong legs. Cheetara gave a quiet sigh and lifted her head just barely, her eyes flickering up to watch Pumyra's face. The darkest part of her was pleased to see a look of vague distress plague the puma's lovely features.
Yet the empress did not speak.
That silence might have been what terrified her the most.
Cheetara could not help but tease her with another worrisome grin as she came forward, her hands sliding up the insides of her soft thighs to keep them securely parted. As she did so, Pumyra instinctively fought her, and the cheetah's grip on her only tightened in response, creating another dismal whimper. It merely urged her on.
Cheetara's feline gaze never left the puma's as she lowered her head to the inside of her right thigh, just above her knee. Placing a single, unassuming kiss there. Pumyra felt a shiver bolt across her nerves, and suddenly she felt as though she wasn't getting nearly enough air. Even though she fought to keep her reaction as contained as possible, Cheetara noticed it. The action itself was harmless, but what it suggested was tormenting.
Still looking up at her captive slave, she tilted her head and pressed her lips just a bit higher& and then higher still, until Cheetara's mouth left a cold trail on her warm flesh. Just when her lips touched the very inside of Pumyra's thigh, mere inches from the most delicate, delicious parts of her, she stopped and let her eyes fall away from hers at last. Pumyra, feeling as though she was no longer under the cheetah's intense scrutiny, felt her body relax a bit. She closed her eyes for a moment, anticipating her next move, but when there was none, she opened them again to watch Cheetara with concerned interest.
Cheetara paused and weighed her options. Then a thought occurred to her that caused a grin of malicious glee. She made up her mind and began to move forward again, until her mouth touched the very top of Pumyra's soft lips, where her intimate flesh just began to part.
This time, Pumyra could not keep her reaction from erupting rather unceremoniously from her. A surprised cry erupted from her lips and her hips came up instinctively to press against the warmth of her mouth. Feeling her already writhing beneath her, Cheetara purred contentedly and her gaze flickered up to Pumyra's face again. Her cheeks were flushed a deep shade of crimson, though Cheetara could not be certain if it was from embarrassment or pure lust.
"Maybe a bit of both," she thought.
But things still didn't feel right to the puma. At best, she felt extraordinarily conflicted, and slightly terrified, still.
What was she planning this time?
She slammed her eyes shut, shook her head frantically and moaned: "Mistress..."
That proved to be the cause of her own demise. Cheetara loved when Pumyra would break and give in.
Cheetara smirked and brought one hand up to that apex between her thighs. Using her long fingers to manipulate the puma's sensitive flesh. Parting her folds just barely, she lowered her head and captured Pumyra's swollen clit between her lips.
There was little Pumyra could do to stop the sound that dripped shamelessly from her mouth. It was somewhere between a silent moan and a startled cry. Her breath caught in her throat and she felt her whole body go rigid for a moment. Cheetara nearly pulled back and laughed, feeling particularly satisfied with the noise she extracted from her defenseless slave.
How she loved to have the puma entirely at her mercy&
She was nearly helpless in trying to stop her body from responding to the empress's lewd actions, as her hips came up again in a sudden jerk, which didn't help her position at all. As Cheetara dragged her tongue across that bundle of nerves, a desperate whimper fell from Pumyra's lips and she tugged at her restraints again. At this moment, she didn't know what else to do.
Catching her clit gently between her teeth, Cheetara lashed at it again, her pace quickening. Every once in a while, she released that bit of flesh to slide her tongue rough, wet, and warm along the rest of her now soaking cunt, dipping down to tease her entrance for a moment. And now things were growing unbearable for the captived cat.
She moaned the empress's name again like a plea and continued to squirm in her grip. As she felt her release approaching, she didn't know how to react. She knew from past training, Cheetara enjoyed being in total command of every last detail... including telling her when she gets to come.
Another wave of terror welled up inside of her as she wondered if she would be able to control it and what would happen if she wasn't.
It didn't take much for Cheetara to notice Pumyra was fighting desperately to keep her climax at bay. She hummed a cheerful tune and lifted her head to glance up at Pumyra.
"You're a good girl, aren't you, Pumyra? Even now, you know you're not allowed to come until I tell you. My training has really paid off... Perfect."
Before she could even begin to think of a clever retort, the cheetah lowered her head again and unleashed another assault on the puma's throbbing clit, swirling the tip of her tongue around it in a tortuous pattern. And as if that wasn't enough, she moved her hand to slide a pair of long fingers deep into Pumyra. Although she was tight, her exploits had her dripping, so there was little friction to stop Cheetara from fully exploring her as she saw fit.
The puma knew she was in trouble. Her back arched up off the bed and she felt the rope burn her skin again. She tried pleading to her mistress again, but she wasn't sure the sounds she was making were even coherent words anymore.
She threw her head back against the pillows in attempt to stop thrashing about so much, and giving Cheetara the satisfaction of knowing the kind of power she had over her.
Cheetara trailed her lips over Pumyra's damp flesh as her fingers curled up inside of the puma, feeling for that sweet spot. And she found it.
Pumyra choked on a cry that bordered on something of a scream, and she was almost done in entirely. If Cheetara didn't stop that instant, she knew she would be doomed. And her mistress knew it too. Cheetara thrusted her fingers just a bit deeper, striking that spot again, and Pumyra felt that finally dam break.
She gasped, "Mistress, please-!"
But it was too late. Cheetara felt her tighten around her, and she knew what that meant. With a growl, she pulled her fingers from Pumyra rather viciously and turned her head. Without another wasted second, Cheetara opened her mouth and sank her sharp teeth into the soft, sensitive flesh found on the inside of her thigh. Her canines bit down particularly hard and pierced her skin.
Pumyra cried out, entirely unprepared for what she had done. She'd just barely reached that ultimate peak when she felt that sharp jab of pain pull her back to total consciousness excruciatingly roughly. Her body couldn't tell whether to focus on the pleasure or the agony.
Finally, Cheetara tore her teeth from the puma's yielding flesh and dragged her tongue over the fresh wound, lapping up the blood that was now trickling down her thigh. Pumyra felt some kind of relief wash over her when she felt her fangs release her at last and she gasped for breath.
Cheetara pulled herself upright and lifted a hand to her thigh, running her thumb along the gash that marred her chocolate silk fur and gathered a bit of blood. She crawled forward and straddled Pumyra's hips, leaning over her and bringing her hand to the puma's mouth. She let that dark red drip onto her parted lips before pressing it more forcibly into her mouth. Pumyra gave a defeated whimper and accepted it, sliding her tongue against the pad of her mistress's thumb.
She tasted herself on her mistress. Salty and bitter.
Cheetara gave a low, smug laugh. She crawled off of Pumyra, and pulled out a riding crop from her secret arsenal. "We're not done yet, dear Pumyra& "
"You're right, my mistress," Pumyra slipped out of her restraints with relative ease.
She put some white medicinal powder on her gash. It stung at first, but it caused the pain to go numb and the wound to seal up. She came up from behind Cheetara and disarmed her of the crop. "You deserve a turn."

A human leaned against the wall, looking across the street at the Sleeping Sheep's bar as the neon lights flickered to life as dusk enveloped the landscape. He propped a foot up against the wall, his hands jammed in his pockets. Next to the bar, he spotted a familiar battle-hardened tiger and a group of his most loyal comrades just outside.
The human was an average sized, skeletal young man with lightly tanned skin that was covered in light coats of dirt, sweat and grease. The same went for his dirty, moss green hair, which he slicked back and cropped.
He wore a well-used Beller's industries boiler-suit. In this province, that was the best and highest paying line of work.
"Probably spending a few days staying with his friend's until he thinks Cheetara has calmed down," he thought to himself. Standing straight, the human crossed the road and walked into the bar.
The acrid smell of men who believe bathing to be an outdated tradition filled the air. A quick glance revealed a tired-looking bartender, attending more soldiers then he had arms. No one noticed him walking into the bar. Humans were not the White Tigers favorite species.
The human sat himself at the far end of the bar. The only empty seat in the whole place.
"Whaddya have, stranger?" The bartender asked. The old wolf's voice made the human's voice crawl. Like listening to a person who ate nothing but sand for the last eighteen years.
"Lizard ale," the human said.
"I'll have whatever their having."
The wolf looked at the heavy crowd of White Tigers, and then back at the human. "They already bought the whole lot of that beer."
"What else you got?"
"Well, we do have several cases of Great Swamp Ale. But thats the good stuff."
The human threw a pouch filled with solid gold coins. He pulled out one, good enough for three drinks. "Name's Nechayev. Quite a place you've got around here."
"Used to be," the wolf poured his drink and snatched up his coin. "Ever since these White Tigers moved in, I've been losing business."
"Why do you say that? It's filled to the brim."
"Yeah, but they don't pay. Since their leader is a prince, a snarky bastard at that, they think they don't have to pay." he looked around, making sure he wasn't caught for his comment. "I've already lost six waitresses this month because of their needs. My others are too afraid to come into work."
"I see. I see."
"Buy the way, where'd you get the coin. This is real gold, and have a whole pouch worth of the stuff. Seems too much for a common boiler-worker."
"I have my resources," he pulled the wolf closer. "Listen, I'm gonna buy you out of the Lizard Ale. I'll compensate you for your loss, plus interest. Just do what I tell you, and you'll die rich wolf."
"I'm listening."
Meanwhile, Tygra and his officers drank and harassed any waitress who dared to get too close.
"Oh, come on Tygra! She was your wife, she'll always be there!" Bengali followed this up with a loud, nauseating belch as Nechayev quietly ordered himself another round.
"I know Bengali, but she's been fuckin my brother, and choose him over me." Tygra whined. "I've been engaged to her for more then six years, and then little brother comes around and sticks his dick up her ass. Now their married and ruling over this empire."
"Well we do have the largest and deadliest army in the whole empire," Bengali said, taking another swig of his beer. "Let's just march on the capital, and kick' em off. You get the crown, loot, and any girls Lion-O may have hidden."
A young rabbit came up to their table and gave Tygra a mug filled with Great Swamp ale. "C-compliments of the human at the bar."
Tygra noticed his men's eyes were dark with lust. Who could blame them? The rabbit wore a very scantily clad uniform. Showing off her long legs, hourglass frame, and ample bust. Plus, the fact that she was insecure wearing the outfit, could make the most naive man stir.
"Bring him over," Tygra said. He moved his head slightly, allowing his men to chase after and take full advantage of the poor girl.
Nechayev walked over to Tygra's booth, sitting directly across from the drunken prince. Nechayev noticed how pathetic he looked. Spend enough time with corrupt, homicidal, armed forces leader, and you will hear a lot of self-pity.
"I just figured you needed so of the good stuff," Nechayev said. "a little pick me up."
What kind of man throws his enemies in prison and then tortures them to death? Usually it is a guy who feels so sorry for himself, that he feels justified doing anything.
"You know I don't really trust humans," Tygra smirk, while reaching for his pistol. "But you have good taste."
Killers, by and large, are whining losers. But that does not make them any less dangerous. Usually fine wine and company helps lower their guard. But when fine wine and company are out of the equation, one has to get creative. A drinking contest always helps.
For the next four hours, the ale flowed liberally amongst the two. Nechayev drank at a considerably lighter pace then his adversary. Ordering another round when Tygra was finished with his; sometimes he did not make it to the halfway mark. He also asked the bartender to water down his drinks, to avoid the alcohol build up.
As the twenty-two hundred hour mark rolled around, the royal prince was passed out on the table, allowing Nechayev to fully enjoy his ale in peace.
When he thought enough was enough, he quietly moved out of the bar. Stepping over drunken patrons as he went.
He stepped into the warm night air. Nechayev looked for someone who could secure the safety of the empire.
It only took him a moment to find a suitable target. The attractive brunette human walked towards him, dressed in almost nothing, a leopard-print bikini top, a tight leather miniskirt and fishnet stockings. Her black thigh boots clacked on the sidewalk as she walked up to Nechayev, her interest obvious as she took a drag on her cigarette.
"Hey there handsome. Name's Jewl. You got the green, I got the dream."
Nechayev thought that line was so tired, he briefly thought she was a cop. "Well, sexy, I got the green...but the dream would be for a friend of mine."
He pulled out another pouch of coins from his pocket, tossing it to the prostitute. "There's a man in that bar, finely dressed, a tiger, and he could use the attentions of someone like yourself. Think that's enough to get you and him into a motel?"
Jewl leafed through the pouch, a grin spreading on her face. "Yeah...this should cover it. Don't worry handsome, your friend will get the ride of his life." She stuffed the wad into her purse and turned to enter the bar. "Too bad not all my johns have friends like you."
"Wait," Nechayev pulled out two more gold coins, a camera, and a bottle of fake blood. "If you don't mind faking your own death. It'll be worth your while."
She took the pay raise and items with a devilish smirk. She knew what he had planned. Simple and satisfying blackmail.
After the night's action were completed, and Nechayev have a camera filled with enough dirt to shake the foundation of the empire, he figured to head home and let the alcohol take control.
In the morning, he would have to explain to Lion-O why he has a hangover.

Author's Notes
Another day, another smut filled chapter. What the hell is wrong with me?
Cheetara: Well, A lot of things. But, it could've be worse. Could have been engaged to Tygra.
Ixnay on the Tygra stuff. Do you want to react the Smut War?
Cheetara: Maybe.
I'll get the Mandalorians ready.
Until that time, later.
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