If this story looks familiar, think back to high school and remember "The Cask Of Amontillado" By Edgar Allan Poe.  That's where I got the idea.  I've been to his gravesite, and had a few drinks with him, he's a Hell of a guy, though I don't remember most of the conversation.  He sure can hold his liquor.

Tygra's Vengeance
Rated R:  Sex? Uh Huh! MINORS OUT! Please?

Author's note: Like Eddie was, I too am inspired by opiates. No not really, I do like to eat Ho-Ho's while I write though, and pork rinds. God, I love pork rinds and sausage gravy.
 

      Yes, I know what you are thinking.  How can I, Tygra, the second in command to Lion-O Lord of the Thundercats have committed such a horrid deed? Well to tell you the truth, it was quite easy. I despised the young Lord, and he harmed me grievously for the last time not too long ago.  HAH!
      Do you know what it was that he did? He was bedding my intended, she was promised to me, MINE!  He was going to marry her soon, and fill Third Earth with his ignorant red maned offspring, only Cheetara could bring anything worthwhile to it, but I digress.
      Oh, how he enjoyed throwing Cheetara in my face, made me watch as he courted my love in front of me, he loved my humiliation.
      Oh, I will tell you of my revenge now, so simple, yet so complex.
      Lion-O came to me, dragging my helpless, pinioned love with him.  She looked as if she were a yoked animal yearning for freedom that would not come.
      "Tygra. Yes my, Lord? I wish for you to renovate the basement, make room in the deeper catacombs for supplies, and storage areas. Yes, my Lord."  My mind turned.
      I would not have devised such a plan had Cheetara not plead to me with her eyes, "Free me my prince, make me yours once again!"  So I thought and after deciding on a course, acted on it. I built, and with great haste finished in mere days, waiting eagerly for the plan to fall into place.

     "My Lord? Yes, Tygra?" Lord Lion-O was busy polishing the crutch he called a sword.  He acted as if I were an annoying child instead of the great man that I am. "Come my, Lord, I wish for you to see how well your servant has carried out your wishes." Lion-O rose, loving the way I was servile to him, I allowed him to think he had finally broken me, and I had acquiesced to his stealing of MY woman.
      I looked at the reclining spotted feline in the Lord's study.  I smiled at her, she smiled back, pressing me on further with my plan.  My kindred spirit, my spotted lover, quivering, watched as I walked away.  I smiled and contemplated pleasures to come.

      "My Lord, I have a bottle of candy fruit wine waiting downstairs to celebrate the completion of the newest catacombs." I pulled on an amulet given to me by a friend.  "But Tygra," The stupid youth said, "Snarf will not allow me strong drink." I turned to the idiot. "What Snarf does not know will not hurt him, you are Lord of the Thundercats, therefore have license to do as you please.  Besides you are an adult now, you have already taken a mate." The fool smiled and said, "Yes, Tygra. Your's."  Could I have, I would have murdered him there, but I stayed my anger and lead him deeper, closer to his cold, cruel, JUST demise.
      "How much further, Tygra? Not long now, my Lord. I grow sleepy, Tygra and I feel weak. Tygra, may we stop and rest a moment? No, my Lord, it is not far now, we shall reach the new section of the catacombs in a few moments. Remember, we have beverage awaiting us."  The idiot walked behind, holding his head, the crutch in his claw shield did not make a warning growl, I prayed that it wouldn't until a few feet further.
      The fool fell. I laughed inside.  "My Lord," I cruelly feigned concern for him. "are you alright? I feel more weak, Tygra, perhaps we should turn back? No, my Lord, we are almost to our destination, our bottle of fine drink awaits us, it should be quite chilly, being down here in the catacombs.  It shall refresh you."

      HAH! To his peril, my Lord continued to follow.

      I watched the proud lion begin to perspire more as we thrust further into the dank bowels of the Cat's Lair.  The lion raised his head to me as his silly toy growled at the danger.  I paused, by then it was too late.  I hit the Lord of the Thundercats on the head and rendered him unconscious, gagged him, then shackled him up on the wall in a depression I constructed especially for the Lord.  It was made all the sweeter for me that his death was to be concealed by his own command.

      I gathered the Thundranium that I had placed along our way in increasingly stronger doses, and neatly stacked it in a pile at the Lord's feet, then began to construct.  A few hours past and I had lain down brick enough to cover the brave lion up to his neck, I then heard a presence, and felt it.
     The ravishing spotted feline brushed her hands across my back and kissed me tenderly on the lips, then cast the lion a hateful look and said, "I'm free."

     Those words hurt the lion more than anything that I ever could have dreamed up.  I ceased my labors, and rubbed my neck and face over the cheetah, removing every trace of the lion's scent replacing it with my own, much to her pleasure.

     Soon, another presence was felt, it was my dark friend and master, the devotee of Set, Mumm-Ra the Ever Living. I and my female prostrated ourselves before him and begged his favor, and he did grant it.

     He then took from me the objects of my pleasure and pain, the Sword of Omens, which enslaved all of the Thundercats, and the sweet medallion that allowed me to regain my love. The dark lord looked upon me and smiled, then bade me to claim my lady love, and I did.

     As the dark one forced the captive to watch,  I plied my hands on the swift cheetah.  To the weak struggles of the lion, I loved, marked, and elicited better response from her than he could ever have hoped for.
     When I finished claiming her once again, the Cheetah helped me close the Lord into the wall completely, save for one brick, and my master left us to our devices.

     I put cement on the last brick, my lady purred in my ear as she lit a faggot, took the block, and said, "No, my love, allow me the pleasure."

      Cheetara tossed the burning sticks into the wall and placed the last brick into the small gap and the rest was darkness.
      HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I have everything now, I am the ruler supreme, the dominate, the Lord.   The woman is mine!
 
 

       Cheetara looked at Tygra wide eyed, and sighed. "Are you sure you don't need to tone this down a bit? Maybe she won't post it. It's kind of well, rough." Tygra smiled at Cheetara and laughed.  "Are you kidding? She loves me, and worships the ground I walk on.  Have you seen some of the other web pages dedicated to me?  And the fan-fic?"
      Cheetara sat up in their bed and laughed.  "Some of the fans think you and Bengali are quite the item!" Tygra sneered. "Yeah, I know, I ought to flame them!  I hate it when people write me gay!" Cheetara giggled.
       "I can always tell when you read the slash stories, you seem even more bent on convincing me you aren't!" Tygra looked at Cheetara in irritation as she yelled, "R.D.Rivero, KEEP IT UP!"  Cheetara changed the subject when Tygra began to pout.
      "I never thought you would be into writing fan fiction about the Thundercats, Tiger! Well, Cheetara, it looked like it would be fun! I just started." Cheetara flung up her hands. "All right, just don't put your actual name on it, okay?  Lion-O would have a fit if he knew you killed him again." Tygra grinned. "I won't, I write under the name Thundercatroar, now.  Thundera Tiger thinks i'm this mentally deranged woman named Audra." Cheetara looked at her mate in humor.  "Thundercatroar? What a dorky name!" Tygra looked at Cheetara with great vexation. "I thought it was sort of cute!" Cheetara smiled sideways.
      "You know what my favorite part of the story was, minus Mumm-Ra?" Tygra grinned and turned out the light.
The End