|Heart of Gold and Fists of Steel (dragovianknight) wrote in 80sficpicalooza,|
@ 2008-05-02 00:05:00
|Entry tags:||^thundercats, author: dragovianknight, may 2|
Fun with Botany, Thundercats (Panthro/Cheetara/Tygra)
Title: Fun with Botany
Warnings: m/f/m threesome
Word count: 557
Summary: Catnip, three Thunderians, and an empty lab. You do the math.
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...
Panthro entered Tygra's lab to find the other Thunderian lounging in his chair. "We missed you at dinner," he said, noting the sharp but pleasant scent in the air. "What have you been up to in here?"
"Oh, I've been studying this plant the kittens brought back today."
"I think you studied it to death," he joked, poking at the pile of shredded leaves on the table, then rubbing his fingers together.
"I was trying to isolate the scent," Tygra explained, rising from his chair. "It's reminiscent of something from Thundera."
"Huh, now that you mention it..." Panthro broke off as Tygra's tongue rasped across the fur on the back of his neck. "Are you grooming me?"
Tygra purred in response.
"I should warn you," Panthro said, an answering purr rising in his chest as Tygra worked up the side of his neck to his ear, "Cheetara said she was going to bring a tray down after she got the kittens started on their chores."
The purring ratcheted up a notch. "Then she can join us."
By the time the door opened again, Panthro was in the chair, Tygra straddling his lap and kneading rhythmically at his shoulders while they kissed. Despite the distraction, Panthro was still aware of Cheetara's gasp of surprise; he couldn't tell if the silence which followed was because they'd short-circuited the cheetah's normally quick wit, or just seemed long because of the liquid slowness filling in the room.
"Tygra said you could join us," he rumbled when his mouth was free, watching her over Tygra's shoulder.
The tray dipped dangerously, then righted, and a heartbeat later Cheetara had crossed the room and set it on the table. "In that case, you're both wearing too many clothes," she said, removing her leotard with a shimmy that made Panthro growl.
In unspoken accord, they both attacked Tygra's clothing next - only fair, Panthro thought, since the tiger wore more than both of them put together - then Panthro stripped out of his scant clothing while Cheetara painted new spots on herself with Tygra's dinner, leaving a trail for Tygra to groom away. Panthro watched for a moment, admiring the flex of Tygra's body as he worked his way down Cheetara, nose twitching with their combined scents, then moved behind the she-cat and nipped lightly at the back of her neck. She rubbed back against him, her own soft purr rising nearly to a growl when Tygra reached his goal and began licking between her legs.
Panthro held her still with hands and mouth, rubbing his erection against her until she let out a high-pitched snarl and guided him into her. Hot, tight; room rich with scent and sound; Tygra still down there, licking at anything his tongue could reach. Panthro leaned into Cheetara, thrusting hard and fast; she writhed back against him until the world centered down to just her, then vanished altogether in a white-hot rush.
He came back to himself with Cheetara boneless in his arms and Tygra still on his knees, panting a little, the slick pink of his erection bright against the white fur of his belly. Shifting Cheetara slightly, Panthro reached down to pull the tiger to his feet.
"Here," he said, easing Tygra onto the table and eyeing the food tray with a little smile, "let me help you with that."