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Claws of Chaos	By : Collip99 Category: +S through Z > Thundercats Views: 4779 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Gaston Schwenk inspected every nook and cranny in his small room, looking for clues. He then realised it could be in any of the rooms and, cautiously, he entered next doors room. Again he looked around but nothing. He scratched his head and wondered. He decided that the best room to try would be room seven…after all, seven appeared in the name of the tavern. He slipped into the room and sniffed. This room was clearly Sveta’s and he wondered whether he shouldn’t just leave. He could imagine the burly lioness taking some exception to this nefarious intrusion.
On the other hand, he pondered. He was meant to be the big, bad criminal and he had escaped the Thundercats, right? He peeked out of the door and looked around. No imminent lioness arrival! He shut the door quietly and started rummaging around in the room. He started with the walls, quietly tapping them to see if there was a hidden compartment.
Nothing.
Next he carefully removed the pictures and turned them around and around. He scrutinised the art to see if there was anything in them that led a secret.
Nothing.
He opened wardrobes and rummaged through the Sveta’s clothes that were hanging up. They could have all been in the category of ‘leather pants and halter tops’, there were also boots of varying height. He screwed his face up. The whole wardrobe had the ‘lion smell’ and he found nothing more enlightening than a long, heavy sword resting at the back of the wardrobe. He shrugged and shut the door silently. Next he moved to a large chest of drawers and started going through the various deep drawers. Still no clues, but he did find her collection of skimpy underwear (skimpy for her, but larger than Schwenk’s largest boxers!). He lingered a while and sniffed the contents of the draw. He then looked to see if there were any that weren’t clean, laying around.
Nothing!
He was frustrated and annoyed and he stood by the bedroom window, arms akimbo. He looked over the busying town square. From this floor he looked over some rooftops and to the river and the old bridge that was shut due to being unsafe. The bridge was surrounded by wooden scaffolding and canvas sheeting to prevent further deterioration. As he stood and looked hi mouth opened slightly.
Now he understood!!
Like a shadow he slipped out of Sveta’s room and back to his own. Now was the time for careful planning.
Schwenk worked throughout the day, taking notes and planning what to do next and, how to avoid the arrival of the Thundercats. He guesstimated that they’d probably rock into town at sundown. He looked at the clock on the wall. Four- thirty.
Jinx walked into the tavern and approached the bar.
“Hey Darky, what can I get you?”
His eyes narrowed slightly.
“Have you seen a human? This tall…” he held his arm out. “Dark hair, smart mouth…”
“I’m the owner here…I see plenty o’ plenty…” she slowly wiped a glass clean. The ledger was on the counter-top. Jinx scanned it.
“Who is this…’Doctor Smith’?”
Sveta stopped wiping the glass and placed it on the counter.
“Tell me about your mother!”
“Excuse me?”
“Your mother! Name? Age? Occupation? Address??”
“My mother is NO concern of yours lioness!” he snarled.
“No!” she slammed the ledger shut and caught his finger with a yelp. “It IS none of my business…just like my customers are none of yours…panther!” she smiled. “Did you see what I did there?? Now…I suggest you get out of here…you’re stinking this place up!” this time her eyes narrowed. Jinx glanced around at the other patrons who were also looking at him. He decided that he did not want to make any kind of scene.
“Sorry for being nosey…I shall leave…” he nodded and left. He made it round as far as the next dingy, dark alley. He sucked on his throbbing finger and cursed the lioness.
“Doctor Smith my fucking arsehole!” he muttered. He started looking at the adjacent buildings and weighing up his options.
There was a knock at the door. Schwenk jumped and he hid his notebook and pencil.
“Erm…hello? Who is it?” he called out.
“Sveta…your local friendly landlady…” Sveta replied. Schwenk breathed a sigh of relief.
“Come in…it’s open…”
The tall lioness walked in carrying a tray. She had changed into black leather pants and a black leather halter top which left nothing to the imagination.
“Drinks…on the house?” she showed him a bottle of rum with two glasses.
“Am I expecting company?” he asked.
“Only if you allow me to stay and join you?” she replied warmly.
“To what do I owe this pleasure?” he questioned.
“Look, goose…I was unpleasant with you earlier and, well, you’re a customer and it’s not a good policy to piss on your customers!” she replied and sat on the edge of the bed. It creaked.
“In fairness…you didn’t piss on me…That would’ve been a bit harsh! Sure you can stay…I’d like that…Shall I pour?”
“Please…It’s nice when I don’t have to serve drinks…” she smiled. She unclipped her hair and shook her head and he red hair now gave her a wild look. Schwenk noticed.
“Wow…”
“Wow what?” she asked.
“Just making an observation that that look suits you…”
“Thank you…Come on…where is my drink? Boy, I wouldn’t give you a job!” she winked and chuckled.
Schwenk put the tray on his chest of drawers and poured two generous measures of rum.
“Here we g…” he stood motionless. On and in his bed was a now naked lioness.
“If you say ‘go’, I'll go…I'll understand…” she said softly.
“No…but…why?”
“Spend any time in this town and you’ll know we get nothing going on and humans are rare and…Wait, you do have a penis, right?”
“Erm…yes, of course I have one…” she was slightly taken aback. Sveta pulled his part of the cover back and patted the bed.
“Come on then…get undressed and let’s enjoy…our drinks, huh?” Schwenk couldn’t remember the last time he’d had sex, let alone consensual sex. He stripped naked.
“Well…what do you think?”
“Good enough to eat…” she licked her lips.
“You see, with human females that’s kind of a turn on…With a seven foot tall lioness…hmmm…little bit scary…” he got into bed.
“You silly chicken…If I wanted to be scary I’d put a lot more effort into it…” she smirked then Schwenk handed her a glass.
“Good health…” she proposed.
“Yes, good health…” Schwenk replied and they clinked glasses.
Sveta knocked her rum back straight in one go. She licked her lips and belched loudly in Schwenk face. He pulled a face.
“Hey, sailor…better up than down right?” she winked and then pulled a straining face.
“No! Don’t…” Schwenk squawked and Sveta relaxed. “Just kidding…” she put her glass down and then rolled Schwenk into her arms.
“Isn’t this….nice…” she smiled and licked his face. Schwenk tried not to be repulsed, but he knew this was a cat thing.
“It’s lovely…” he smiled. Sveta then rolled on top of him and straddled him. “Well then, how about it…Where is this magic penis of yours?”
“It’s not magic but…Oh…there ya go…” he penis had already out-thought it’s owner. Sveta purred and lowered herself down. Her pussy walls then clamped onto his member and held him firmly in place.
“Whoa…that’s one heck of a tight grip you’ve got there…”
“Well yeah, don’t want you getting away now do I?” she leant down and licked his face. Schwenk started motioning and tried to get things ‘under way’.
“Hey, goose…Why the rush??”
“Oh…well…I was…”
“No, no, no…let’s spend quality time here…and before I start I want to get to know you a little better…”
“You have taken my penis hostage…Do you really want my biography now?”
“Awwww...just answer one question? You’d do that for a lady…right?”
“Well…seeing as you’re a beautiful woman then, yeah….fire away…” he kissed her well defined cheek.
“You sweetie…OK…question? Question?...Hmmm…OK, here’s one…now…answer honestly…”
“But of course…”
“OK…So…Why would a stranger to town, one called ‘Doctor Smith’ make extra special to go to my room, rummage around, move pictures, open my wardrobe and then…inexplicably…go through my draw of underwear and get his nasty, smelly monkey hands all over it?” she leant down and looked into his eyes.
Schwenk gulped.
“OK, well, now…this can be explained of course…Maybe we could talk about it after…well..sex…”
“Oh…the gods love and optimist! Shame I don’t..” she swung around, keeping said penis in place and place a large, well-clawed foot on either side of his head.
“I once removed the eye of a mutant with just my feet…Care to see if I can do it again?
“Erm…did the mutant survive?”
“The operation? Sure, yes…minus the eye of course…But then I slit his throat and ate him…He didn’t survive that operation!” she slammed her left foot on Schwenk’s throat and kept his head still. She then placed the claw of her right big toe under Schwenk’s left eye. “So…get talking or I start slicing…human…”
“Please…don’t…I’m just on a quest…that’s all…I was hoping for a clue…”
“A clue? And tell me, Doctor Smith…what clue did you think you’d find inside the crotch of my knickers??!!”
“Well…OK…you got me there…” he gulped.
“I’m worried that this quest of yours may be the Claws of Chaos!”
“Well…erm…maybe…”
“Pity…” she sighed.
“Pity? Why? What do you know about them?”
“It so happens that I’m a Guardian of the Claw and that means…you’ll be dying. Nobody must find the Claws…they’re too powerful for possession and by being here…you’re far too close, human…So…sorry…I will have to kill you!”
“WHAT?!! No, please…look, I'll walk away, forget everything…please…Don’t kill me…please…” he begged.
“Sorry…I’ve killed fourteen far better beggars than you, you’ll be number fifteen…At least you’ll be in the top five of tasty…”
“Wait? What? You’ll EAT me!!??”
“Hey genius, you’re a small squidgy human…I’m a big, mean lioness…you do the math!!”
“Please…if you have to kill me…make it quick and, please…take your stinky feet off me!!” he growled. However this just ensured that Sveta rubbed her right foot all over his face.
“Ewwwww…” he spluttered. “Take a bath once in a while!!”
Sveta moved again and knelt on her legs; penis still in place.
“OK, human, whatever your name is…Here’s how it works…It spoils the sheeting my I shall do you one last favour…I shall clamp my jaws on you and you’ll mostly be unconscious, for a bit as I strip your bones of flesh…” her belly growled. “Perfect timing…say ‘hi’ to the rum whilst you’re down there!” she leant in and Schwenk screamed.
Sveta slumped heavily onto Schwenk and his throat. He squeezed his eyes tight shut and waited…and waited. He peeked out of his right eyes. Sveta was out cold and, behind and dark figure stood with the remains of a chair. He pulled the lioness off of Schwenk and surveyed the wet groin of the human, his penis bright red.
“You’re welcome…” he said with his deep voice. “Get dressed…we’re leaving…”
“Who are you?!”
“The cat you saved you…GET DRESSED!!” and the human did so. Jinx extended his claw and held Sveta’s head out.
“What did tell you about herself? Who is she?”
“What? Erm…not sure…” Jinx dropped Sveta head and grabbed Schwenk “I have more than enough claw for you….human…” he breathed his sweet, human-meat tainted breath over Schwenk.
“Guardian…she said she was a Guardian…of some claw thingys…”
“Hmmm…thought so…” he went back to Sveta and was about to slive her throat open when he heard something downstairs.
“Tygra, Beni, Pumyra…go and search upstairs…”
“No!!” Jinx cursed and grabbed the human, leaving the lioness out cold. “I hope you can fly!!” the panther opened the windowed and leapt out, with human behind him. Ten seconds later the door burst open. “Lion-O…in here!!”
Schwenk was bumped and rattled across the rooftops, his saviour having firm hold and then they disappeared under the bridges main arch. He dumped the human there.
“Whoa…that was quite the ride…thank you…I’m Doctor John Smith…” Jinx stomped his foot on the human’s chest.
“Your name is Gaston Schwenk and I’ve been following you an awful long time and…I do not like you…” he extended his foot claws.
“What is it with you cats and your feet??” he sighed.
“Listen…I’m giving up the expedition game, so you don’t have to worry!”
“I DO worry…my master wants you…skill…” he spat the last word.
“You master?” he frowned. “Who’s that? Does he pay very well?”
Jinx chuckled at this.
“What value is your life?”
Schwenk gulped again.
“My master is Grune the Destroyer and you are hired…I need to comms him to let him know that I was successful in hiring you…But first…I’d like some quality time with you…” he grinned a toothy grin.
“If Grune wants me, then at least I know you cannot eat me or kill me…” Schwenk smugly.
“True….yes…however, I'll have to report that you had some significant injuries by the time I obtained you…the Thundercats treated you….terribly…” his eyes narrowed.
“Wait…wait…back off, pussycat…I wasn’t refusing you…”
“I know that…But you’ve caused me plenty of upset and discomfort…seems only fair that we share that…” he put a comradely arm around Schwenk and squeezed.
“Don’t say no to me, Gaston…You don’t know me…I may be lovely and gentle…” he purred.
“Gentle?? Doing…what?”
“Oh Gaston…seems to me that that wicked lioness didn’t give you what you wanted…So maybe I shall…” he licked his lips. Initially Schwenk was confused by this, but like a sledgehammer he then realised what Jinx meant.
“NO!! You touch me and Grune will NEVER get the next clue!!”
“You haven’t got the next clue…don’t lie…”
“But I know where it is!!” he snapped defiantly.
“Hmmmm…a bold posture, Mr Schwenk…So, if I’m nice, you’ll assist wit the clue?”
“Yes…” he nodded.
“Hmmm…Well, thanks for the offer, but I prefer pain to make people talk…” he grinned and stripped naked.
“Bend over…monkey!!!” he snarled, claws extended.
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