|queenoftheskies (queenoftheskies) wrote in 80sficpicalooza,|
@ 2008-05-01 21:23:00
|Entry tags:||^thundercats, author: queenoftheskies, may 1|
Catnip, Thundercats (any/or all)
Warnings: sex, threesome
Word count: 859
Summary: Lion-O, Cheetara, and Tygra encounter catnip for the first time.
Prompt: Thundercats, Any (or all): sex pollen (aka catnip) - We should have each other with cream, Then curl up by the fire, And sleep for awhile, It's the grooviest thing...
"Do you smell that?" The fragrance tickled Lion-O's nose and made him smile.
"Smell what?" Cheetara continued to scout just off the path, her gaze drifting deep into the woods that lined her side of the road.
"I don't know. It smells...minty."
"Minty?" She stopped, turned to peer at him with concern. Exploration abruptly complete, she said, "Maybe we should find Tygra and get back to the Lair. I can call Panthro, get him to pick us up in the..."
"It's a beautiful day." Lion-O stretched, turned his face into the sun. "We should walk."
"Let's find Tygra." She moved past him, brushed against him as she moved into the shadowy woods that set back from the ruined road. "This place gives me the creeps."
The further they moved from the road, the stronger the minty fragrance grew and the less concerned the Lord of the Thundercats became with Cheetara's concern. True, she had an uncanny sixth sense and it was possible she'd picked up on something he'd failed to realize, but if she hadn't passed out yet, in his mind, everything was still okay.
He scampered forward when she hit the woods and stopped to peer into the dark depths suspiciously. "You look pretty," he sighed when the midday sun struck her lustrous spotted mane.
She wobbled. One hand moved to her head. "It seems to hot, so...close here."
"Here." He wrapped one arm around her shoulders to steady her. "Let me help you."
To his surprise, she didn't complain, but at his touch, looked up into his eyes. Her normally slitted pupils were wide and round. Her smile mirrored his. The smell grew strong around them. It was difficult to think of anything but her.
Closing his eyes, he dropped his face close to hers, inhaled her scent, felt his cock stiffen. Her hands dropped to his belt and it was through a haze that he watched it fall to the ground, Thundercat emblem up. So intent on her touch that he didn’t hear the crackle of dried brush around him, he was startled when Tygra appeared behind Cheetara.
The other male growled, crouched until he crawled on all fours. It was only Cheetara's hands on his cock that stopped him from following suit, from tearing the interloper's throat out. Tygra blinked, then threw his head back to sniff the air between them.
One glance over her shoulder, one hand outstretched, and Tygra approached, suddenly docile, as tame as Lion-O. The young lord felt a burst of jealousy when the older cat stripped Cheetara out of her jumpsuit before removing his own clothes, but when the two nobles turned to remove the remainder of his clothes, Lion-O decided he could like Tygra's touch as well as Cheetara's...even though the striped cat smelled male.
The she-cat drew them close, one arm around each of their necks. With trembling fingers, Lion-O touched the nearest breast, while Tygra dropped his mouth to suckle at the other. The young lord rubbed one cheek against her soft fur, tasted one nipple with eager lips.
She stroked them until they were stiff, until Lion-O moaned and trembled, and oozed in her hand. Tygra claimed her lips, eased her to the ground. She dropped to all fours, presented her shapely ass, and Lion-O's erection throbbed, his hands clenched, claws extended.
"Gently," Tygra whispered, his hands running across the young lord's back.
Lion-O grabbed him, hands wrapped around the smaller cat's shoulders, pressed his lips roughly to the tiger's. He was rewarded with a tongue that slid into his mouth, teased him, drew his own tongue out. Strong hands wrapped around him, cupped his balls.
With a roar, Lion-O dropped to plunge his cock into Cheetara, who yowled as she pushed back against him, driving him deeper inside her. The heat of her, the tight fit of her ass around him, drew almost painful pleasure into his body. He rocked back and forth, shoving himself deeper with each thrust.
Tygra's hands stroked his back, down to his ass, stroked his fur. Lion-O panted, a fire growing hotter in his abdomen with each touch/thrust. He felt the hard, wet touch of Tygra's erection against his ass, driving is desire to new heights.
The tiger thrust into him as he came inside Cheetara, warm and wet. Powerful spasms shuddered through his body, wringing roar after roar from his raw throat. His release drew a renewal of desperate thrusts from Tygra, a low roar, when the noble came inside him.
The three cats collapsed on the cool ground, curled around each other, lost in the soft purring that emanated from each of them. Lion-O licked Cheetara's stomach experimentally, overpowered with the desire to groom her.
Tygra's pupils slit long enough for him to snatch a delicate leafed plant from the ground and sniff it. His eyes rounded again. He shoved the plant into Lion-O's face and then Cheetara's.
And before Lion-O knew what was happening, that sweet urge to take his subjects had returned again. We should have each other with cream, then curl up by the fire, and sleep for a while. It's the grooviest thing...