Agrabah 3
Agrabah Chapter 10 Zhyan and Lion-o's battle raged on viciously. The others had no choice other then to stand back watching helplessly, wishing there was something they could do to intervene but knowing there was nothing. The two were both battle hardened warriors, with incredible skills, and moves. Each time they clashed sparks, and light, danced off there swords as the metal collided. Gaston Schwenk took complete advantage of the distraction, and he hopped over the four foot rock formation he was lurking behind, and ran towards the distracted females. A silver dagger was wrapped around Princess Jasmine's thin neck. "One scream princess, and its all over." The male hissed in the woman's ear. Jasmine only moaned helpless as the sharp blade dug into her neck. Siniastral quickly transformed himself; this time his purpose was much more devious. Changing into the form of Jasmine, and taking her place before the others had a chance to notice. With a wink from the devils glowing eyes, the princess vanished from Gastons arms, and re-emerged in the palace at the foot steps off Jafar. In Jasmine's obviously confused state she looked around, trying to ascertain what had occurred, and where she was now. Only to be smacked in the face with a heavy handed palm. "Welcome home princess!!" Jafar cackled, leaning over and grabbing her long ebony pony tail. Then dragging her backwards kicking and screaming towards his bathing tub and tossing her in the now ice cold water. Jasmine splashed and gasped, popping back up, her bottom lip trembling. "Death is too easy punishment for you!" Jafar billowed and lifted his hands to the sky. The water began to crack, and freeze, until the princess, was trapped inside. Frozen, as a statue inside the deep bathing font. He stood tall, locking his fingers and cracking each of his boney knuckles. "Well one, down." With a pleased grin he moved back waiting for his servants to bring the rest of the intruders to him. Gaston, smirked and pounced upon another awaiting victim. But this time, he was met with a bit more fight then what he was used to. Myra, even though surprised, quickly got the upper hand and with a deadly kick to his face and a few more punches to his nose the assassin fell backwards, his nose gushing streams down his pale face. "Bitch." He snarled, wiping the trail of crimson from off his lips. The other Thundercats this time were alerted to the new danger, and quickly pounced into action. Encircling the human, all with weapons drawn. Zhyan and Lion-o both were, covered in sweat and blood, both body’s had taken a beating from the other, but still none were willing to relinquish defeat. With tired, yet very cat like movements, Lion-o managed to twist his claw shield around the angels floor length hair, and pulled, Zhyan tumbling backwards on the ground knocking the wind from his lungs. Zhy moaned painfully, when a heavy boot was placed in the angels chest, locking him to the earth. Lion-o fought to get his breath back from the battle, his breath haggard and heavy, glaring down towards the winged assailant. "Nice move, kitty but not good enough." Zhyan smiled deviously as a bolt of lighting roared from his dirty palms, smiting Lord Lion-o with a deadly shock, crippling him, as the lion collapsed to the ground. Sinistral rose his had, causing his own set of distractions. Explosions seemed to emerge from out of no where, licking the ground with mortar and dust. One after the other, the ground shook with bombs, and the Thundercats had no other choice but to duck and cover. One blast just barely missed Wily Kat as he dove and rolled out of the way. Snarf was running franticly from one spot to the other, not knowing what direction would be the safest. While the Genie, was playing a game of war himself. He had puffed in his own military bunker, and was in a Desert Storm camouflage from the year 1991. Squawking orders. "Give me your twenty give me your twenty, I repeat were being slaughtered out here." He said ducking from another explosion. Aladdin jumped into the make shift dug out the Gin was lurking in. "Genie you can stop this what are you doing!" He yelled distraught, through the smoke and billowing plumes of desert sand. The Gin turned looking shocked. "Oh yea...." He giggled sucking in a deep breath, slurping up all the explosions, and dirt in one big mouth full. Then turning and spitting it out down one of the back alley ways. Gaston jumped to his feet, grabbing his daggers, and rushing towards the two women who were the closest. Leanna and Tara didn't have much time to react, when both of them were stabbed in the shoulders. The sharp blade piercing their flesh and pinning them against the wall.. "Hello my pretties." Gaston snarled, his eyes blue eyes glimmering with sinister thoughts, he turned long enough to nod towards Sininstral. Leanna and Tara, both fought, but it didn't take long for the powerful poison on his blades to effect the ladies and both passed out with in moments. The devil smirked and make the assassin and the two females vanish, before the Thundercats very eyes. Zhyan, was now looming over Lord Lion-o's body with one of his swords positioned downwards, towards the unconscious lions chest. Savagely ready to plummet into the kings heart, When Therja, pounced towards him knocking him off his course. Cussing and grumbling he swaggered, to regain his balance. Therja's broad silver two bladed axe tour a hole through one of the angels leathery bat like wings. The rest of the Thundercats quickly emerging from the settling dust, ready to strike themselves. Zhyan, growled and lifted him self again into the sky, moaning with every flap of his injured wing. "I call this a stale mate, and we will meet again." He said, in warning then flying towards the palace, pissed off beyond all reason. "Leanna!!" The mighty Panthro called, his deep voice echoing with not just worry, but the reality that her and Tara, were the only ones not among the group. He spun his nun chucks a few more time’s, then replaced it on the magnetic lock at the back of his belt. "What is it?" Tygra said looking around for himself. Cringing when he to realized what the panther had just figured out. 'That' human! He took them!" Bengalli snarled, stabbing the dirt with his plunger and fisting his hands furiously towards the Gin. "They just disappeared!" His blue eyes lighting with anger, if he would have had his hammer, if he would have been closer perhaps he could have stopped it. Therja leaned down, next to Willy kit who was now tending to Lion-o running her fingers through his scarlet mane. "He's out cold, and he needs stitches, but I don't think he's to badly injured." Therja nodded, "I just don’t want to be here when he wakes and realizes Jafar has Tara, he's going to blow his top." “Agrabah” Chapter 11 Gaston Schwenk rematerialized inside the Palace, tumbling clumsily towards the floor, with his two victims beneath him. Jafar shot up from his seat. “Well now, what have you brought me?” His thin lips curling upwards into a most disturbing smile. As his gaze caught the sight of both raven haired women. “Damn, I hate being teleported it makes me bloody sick to my stomach!” Gaston gowned trying to shake off the dizzy feeling . The assassin slid his two short daggers out of the woman’s shoulders, then wiped the metallic blade’s against his dark black pant legs. Cleansing them from the women’s fresh blood, quickly re-sheathing them into his armory at his belt, then tossing off his black rimmed hat to the ground. Jafar snaked his way towards the women, lowering himself to get a closer look. “There not dead are they?” He spat, towards the assassin. Both women’s pallor’s were ghostly pale. “What do you think Jafar, I’m an Idiot!” His hand dropping down on the lioness, long firm leg. “I’ve never seen women like this before. I wasn’t going to destroy such a interesting opportunity to get a closer look.” Jafar’s eyes looked like they were almost on fire, as his finger, ran down the hybrid’s neck and towards her full chest. “Good thing for you.” “What does that mean?’ “It means you twitterpaited imbecile. That for once your pathetically Neanderthal brain was actually able to come up with something half way intellectual; even though the thought did steam from your balls instead of your brain. For once you did something right.” Gaston’s jaw dropped, he wasn’t quite sure just how bad he was just insulted but that was not the point. Standing up defiantly he withdrew his gun cocking and aiming it towards Jafar. “You take that back or there will be a lovely window in between your eyes!” “Again your intelligence defines all logic!” Jafar roared, breathing fire so hot that with in moment’s Gaston’s gun had melted in his hand. Running metallic water slid from the assassins fingers. “Umm.. bugger! I was just kidding Jafar, don’t get your bloomers in a twist!” Gaston said backing up slightly. “That is your one, and final warning Mr Schwenk…. Defy me again, and so help me your carcass will be scattered from one end of Agrabah to the next, on the legs of dung beetles.” Jafar stood, to his complete height of six foot two. “Now, take the women down to the harem, tell the other ladies to find something more see through for them to wear, and soon as they revive you will bring them back to me! You got that!” Reluctantly nodding Gaston picked up one woman’s lifeless body into his arms. His diminutive muscles, burning. “Bloody woman, what have you been eating live stock?” He grumbled as he packed her off. Zhyan had just entered from the balcony, his black and silver outfit torn, from the battle. Snarling and dragging his one sword across the alabaster floor, echoing a irritating screech. “Fucking mutated, mongrels!” “So I take it things didn’t go according to plan?” Jafar said slightly amused. “I had their leader, he was at my feet unconscious! Then one of the others joined in at the last moment had to play hero and save him!” Roaring and tossing his sword, furiously to the wall, it clambered and clanked on the other side of the room when it landed. Iago quickly dived under Jafar’s chair for safety. Hiding as his thin bird like legs quaked. “So besides your defeat, what did you learn about them?” Jafar’s boney hands twisting up again into his crooked beard. Zhyan took a deep breath and wiped his lips off with the back of his palm. His lilac hair dangling into his eyes, as he peered through the streams of sweat and locks. “Actually I did learn quiet a lot.” Now the corners of his lips turning upwards into a threatening grin. “Good… then all is not wasted?” Jafar said clapping his hands for his concubines to rush towards him with food and drink. Adahilia, Spark, and Salix, were the first three to respond, driven only by those horrid mind control devices. “Yes, master!” They all bowed in unison. Dropping to the floor, their faces hidden in there hands. “Bring my friend here, all the food he desires!” Jafar said nodding to Zhyan. “Obviously he has a lot to tell me.” “Agrabah” Chapter 12 “Wake up!!!” Screamed the blue Gin as he shook Lion-o furiously. ‘Oh what are we going to do?” He wailed shaking the lion again. A broad fist punched the Gin in the face. “You’re giving me whiplash.” Lion-o mumbled finally coming around, and sitting up slowly. His head was splitting, and aching worse then he could remember. Rubbing his hands over his forehead he began to look around. “Ok… what happened?” He said worrying at all the glum coated faces. The Genie rubbed his jaw, and began to wail. “Old baggy britches, has Tara and Leanna!” The lions mouth dropped. “What? NO!” He snarled angrily trying to stand on, shaking limbs. “Lion-o… don’t get up, you were complete knocked out. You need more rest.” Wily kit said softly rubbing his arm. “No… I don’t have time, not if Tara’s in danger.” Lion-o said stubbornly taking a deep breath to clear his head. He turned looking up at the ancient looming palace walls. “Genie, do you have the power to infiltrate Jafar’s magic. To send a small team of us inside?” “Yea… but no more hitting the blue boy, I’m much to charming to grow bruises.” He grinned. “So what you have in mind boss?” The Gin said slithering up to his full height. Lion-o pointed towards the top spherical part of the palace. “It that the throne room?” he questioned. The Gin nodded. “Yep….” Most likely if there are guards, they will be crawling all over that place.” “Ok.. then we need some other entrance, that no one will be expecting.” He nodded, and looked around at his warriors.. “The rest of you will have to give them a diversion, so they wont be on to us? Can you?” Panthro nodded. “We will give them the best diversion you’ve ever seen Lion-o.” “I’ll go with you!” Aladdin said puffing out his chest to make himself look buffer. Lion-o turned bighting his lip ever so softly. He was worried, that perhaps the young price wasn’t going to be able to keep up. However he did know the layout of the inside of the palace which would be a good idea. Therja stood up. “Lion-o I don’t like this its too dangerous you going in there by yourself. “ He said whisking some of his long hair from his face. ‘Yes that’s why if I get into trouble I have you gyes to pull my preverbal fat out of the fire again.” Lion-o winked patting the ligers back. “Ready your diversion my friends, I’m not leaving my wife, and Leanna at the hands of that manic.” “Agrabah” Chapter 13 Inside the sultan’s home…….. Tara and Leanna were beginning to come around from the magical potion that the assassin had so cleverly placed into their blood streams. The two groggy and drugged induced Thundercats slowly mumbled and stirred only to be surprised by the cold reality of the bonds and chains that held them. Scenery unfamiliar, and a place unknown began to come into view from their hazy vision. The confused hybrid looked around realizing by the decor, and heavy smells of incense that they were now prisoners in the very palace they sought to invade. Grumbling to herself, for not paying attention during the battle. She recalled that face. That human, who had thrust his weapon into her flesh and obviously swept her away. “Leanna?” Tara called out remembering that she was not alone, the lioness who had protected her, must have also been captured. “I’m here.” Leanna answered. Following the sound of the woman’s voice, Tara was able to see her friends form laying strung across another short padded bench. Her green uniform was now replaced with, a skimpy tight belly dancers dress, and dripping with gold. Thick chains ran from her wrists to a pillar of stone, her feet also tethered in the same predicament A shadowed form again stepped from the curtains, it was the man from before, the one covered in midnight colored leather; His straggling hair covering most of his pale features. Following him was one more male, tall thin and lanky. Tara cringed knowing he could be none other then Jafar himself with his crooked, beard and cold evil stare. Big deep eyes, full of nothing but hate. His robes dripped with riches, yet his body spoke skunk; a wolf hidden in gentleman’s clothing. Tara forced her self up as far as the chains would allow looking for anything that she could use to defend herself with but there was nothing but silken pillows, “Oh great, well perhaps if worse comes to worse I can smother him with a mouth full of feathers.” She grumbled testing once again the strength of her bonds. Leanna’s skin recoiled in a fit of unwanted chills as Jafar’s boney hand rand down her arm and rested on her thigh. The powerful sorcerer planted himself nest to her on the setae. Looking her over, examining her trying to ascertain just where, this woman could have originated from. “You’re not human?” He questioned. The woman answered with nothing but a deep throated growl of warning, her mouth open enough to reveal short very sharp canine teeth. Jafar’s head shot back in laughter, “This one has spirit… oh I shall enjoy watching you be broken.” “Agrabah” Chapter 14. Lion-o nodded towards the other Thundercats, letting them know that he was ready. With a grin the blue gin clapped his hands together Lion-o, Aladdin and himself were teleported by a puff of blue smoke into the palace. Bengalli, Therja, Myra and the other Thundercats quickly went to work on the distraction that they were ready to put into play. Weapons aimed, and fired towards the thirty foot wooden door, made quick work of it nothing left but splinters. As the nobles rushed through the wall, that surrounded the palace to keep it safe. “Jafar! We have trouble!” Gaston said wincing as he looked out the large looming widows, to see where that blast had come from. ‘They have broken through the outer wall, I think you’ve made them a bit pissy by kidnapping there women.” Jafar turned towards Tara, licking his lips teasingly. “Let them come…. I have a surprise for them as well.” Tara and Leanna exchanged worried glances towards each other. As Jafar stood and strode cockily towards the window. “I am Master of the entire Earth, they have no way to stop me.” When Lion-o reappeared inside Jafar’s stolen home, he slipped. The ground they had landed upon was not only slippery it was glass. The lion’s dense weight caused the thin glass to crack, and he fell through; tumbling towards whatever lay below. A room full of scantily clad women squealed, ran, and hid behind, beneath, anything they could find, as a shower of sharp glass reigned down on top of them. Tumbling Lion-o gained enough of his senses to be able to spin, and angel himself so when he landed at least he wouldn’t break something valuable. He thumped, harshly down on a large padded low laying bed. It was the center focal point for the entire room. Quickly burring his head in his arms, to protect himself from the onslaught of falling shards. Aladdin gasped looking down in the empty spot were Lord Lion-o had once stood. “Genie!” he neared the edge peering over to see if Lion-o still lived. The Gin blushed. “I… umm.. goofed.” He grinned cheekily, trying to explain himself. “Yea apparently.” Aladdin scoffed crouching down to get a better look. Shocked but very curious ladies peered out from their hiding spots. “What? Or who is it?” Shay said, looking over the magnificent form that was lying on the bed. Lynxanna, smirked. “I don’t think I truly care… its sexy.” Lion-o groaned slightly rolling over, so now his back was towards the firm mattress. Looking up and rubbing his head. “Thanks a lot Genni.” He muttered, and peeled himself off of the covers. Kitra couldn’t help but gasp, “Ohh wow… males from heaven.” She said halfway wiping the apparent drool off her bottom lip. “No you don’t” SpacedAngel squeaked out bolting towards the bed. Tugging the woman back long enough to get a running start. With a frenzy of skirts, and females Lion-o found himself not in the middle of a battle but in the middle of a room full of lustful, busty women. Hands fingers, legs, all tumbled towards him, trapping the young viral lord in the middle of the madness. He had been expecting a danger but this was nothing of the sort. “Ladies please.” He said trying to stand, but he wasn’t able to with the women fondling him at every turn. His deep voice sending them all into more hypnotized fits, squealing and screaming as if he were some kind of erotic educed fantasy. Salix the dryad, stood back away from the menagerie her hands folded across her chest in disgusted. “I don’t see what’s the big deal… his hair’s giving me a headache.” She snorted. Spark stood next too her agreeing, completely. “With all those muscles the poor man looks like he’s ready to explode.” Linda had perched herself at the lions back. “So you’ve come to save us?” she said questioning him as her hands moved over those broad shoulder blades. Lynxana grabbed a hold of the woman’s hair tugging her back wards. “Its my turn!” she’s said grinning pleasantly. Adahilia had made quick work of the male’s boots sweeping them off his feet and tossing them to the floor. Lion-o gasped and grabbed for his belt, and the fasteners of his pants. “Yes… yes… I’ve come to save you!” He said trying to remove the women’s overexcited hands. But it was like fighting off a room full of octopuses. Lion-o fought his way off the bed, picking up and moving women as he went. “I can’t very well do my job, if you don’t let me go.” He said carefully clambering his way out of the pile of love starved women. “I grabbed his ass!” Shay squealed, and desperately tore at his shirt making sure to blame it on spring hormones, as she clawed at him. “Hell you think that’s good?” Linda said whisking off his belt and lifting it over her head, like a prized trophy. Lion-o gasped as he was taken down yet again by the ladies, tumbling to the floor tripped up by, Spaced angels dress tassels, which made a convent lasso when removed and extended. Lion-o let out a panicked, whimper followed by a terrified warning growl. Which didn’t frighten it seamed to excite, purring and squealing with desire they dog piled on top of him grabbing what ever bit of material they could find and ripping it of his bulging muscles.
Agrabah Chapter 10 Zhyan and Lion-o's battle raged on viciously. The others had no choice other then to stand back watching helplessly, wishing there was something they could do to intervene but knowing there was nothing. The two were both battle hardened warriors, with incredible skills, and moves. Each time they clashed sparks, and light, danced off there swords as the metal collided. Gaston Schwenk took complete advantage of the distraction, and he hopped over the four foot rock formation he was lurking behind, and ran towards the distracted females. A silver dagger was wrapped around Princess Jasmine's thin neck. "One scream princess, and its all over." The male hissed in the woman's ear. Jasmine only moaned helpless as the sharp blade dug into her neck. Siniastral quickly transformed himself; this time his purpose was much more devious. Changing into the form of Jasmine, and taking her place before the others had a chance to notice. With a wink from the devils glowing eyes, the princess vanished from Gastons arms, and re-emerged in the palace at the foot steps off Jafar. In Jasmine's obviously confused state she looked around, trying to ascertain what had occurred, and where she was now. Only to be smacked in the face with a heavy handed palm. "Welcome home princess!!" Jafar cackled, leaning over and grabbing her long ebony pony tail. Then dragging her backwards kicking and screaming towards his bathing tub and tossing her in the now ice cold water. Jasmine splashed and gasped, popping back up, her bottom lip trembling. "Death is too easy punishment for you!" Jafar billowed and lifted his hands to the sky. The water began to crack, and freeze, until the princess, was trapped inside. Frozen, as a statue inside the deep bathing font. He stood tall, locking his fingers and cracking each of his boney knuckles. "Well one, down." With a pleased grin he moved back waiting for his servants to bring the rest of the intruders to him. Gaston, smirked and pounced upon another awaiting victim. But this time, he was met with a bit more fight then what he was used to. Myra, even though surprised, quickly got the upper hand and with a deadly kick to his face and a few more punches to his nose the assassin fell backwards, his nose gushing streams down his pale face. "Bitch." He snarled, wiping the trail of crimson from off his lips. The other Thundercats this time were alerted to the new danger, and quickly pounced into action. Encircling the human, all with weapons drawn. Zhyan and Lion-o both were, covered in sweat and blood, both body’s had taken a beating from the other, but still none were willing to relinquish defeat. With tired, yet very cat like movements, Lion-o managed to twist his claw shield around the angels floor length hair, and pulled, Zhyan tumbling backwards on the ground knocking the wind from his lungs. Zhy moaned painfully, when a heavy boot was placed in the angels chest, locking him to the earth. Lion-o fought to get his breath back from the battle, his breath haggard and heavy, glaring down towards the winged assailant. "Nice move, kitty but not good enough." Zhyan smiled deviously as a bolt of lighting roared from his dirty palms, smiting Lord Lion-o with a deadly shock, crippling him, as the lion collapsed to the ground. Sinistral rose his had, causing his own set of distractions. Explosions seemed to emerge from out of no where, licking the ground with mortar and dust. One after the other, the ground shook with bombs, and the Thundercats had no other choice but to duck and cover. One blast just barely missed Wily Kat as he dove and rolled out of the way. Snarf was running franticly from one spot to the other, not knowing what direction would be the safest. While the Genie, was playing a game of war himself. He had puffed in his own military bunker, and was in a Desert Storm camouflage from the year 1991. Squawking orders. "Give me your twenty give me your twenty, I repeat were being slaughtered out here." He said ducking from another explosion. Aladdin jumped into the make shift dug out the Gin was lurking in. "Genie you can stop this what are you doing!" He yelled distraught, through the smoke and billowing plumes of desert sand. The Gin turned looking shocked. "Oh yea...." He giggled sucking in a deep breath, slurping up all the explosions, and dirt in one big mouth full. Then turning and spitting it out down one of the back alley ways. Gaston jumped to his feet, grabbing his daggers, and rushing towards the two women who were the closest. Leanna and Tara didn't have much time to react, when both of them were stabbed in the shoulders. The sharp blade piercing their flesh and pinning them against the wall.. "Hello my pretties." Gaston snarled, his eyes blue eyes glimmering with sinister thoughts, he turned long enough to nod towards Sininstral. Leanna and Tara, both fought, but it didn't take long for the powerful poison on his blades to effect the ladies and both passed out with in moments. The devil smirked and make the assassin and the two females vanish, before the Thundercats very eyes. Zhyan, was now looming over Lord Lion-o's body with one of his swords positioned downwards, towards the unconscious lions chest. Savagely ready to plummet into the kings heart, When Therja, pounced towards him knocking him off his course. Cussing and grumbling he swaggered, to regain his balance. Therja's broad silver two bladed axe tour a hole through one of the angels leathery bat like wings. The rest of the Thundercats quickly emerging from the settling dust, ready to strike themselves. Zhyan, growled and lifted him self again into the sky, moaning with every flap of his injured wing. "I call this a stale mate, and we will meet again." He said, in warning then flying towards the palace, pissed off beyond all reason. "Leanna!!" The mighty Panthro called, his deep voice echoing with not just worry, but the reality that her and Tara, were the only ones not among the group. He spun his nun chucks a few more time’s, then replaced it on the magnetic lock at the back of his belt. "What is it?" Tygra said looking around for himself. Cringing when he to realized what the panther had just figured out. 'That' human! He took them!" Bengalli snarled, stabbing the dirt with his plunger and fisting his hands furiously towards the Gin. "They just disappeared!" His blue eyes lighting with anger, if he would have had his hammer, if he would have been closer perhaps he could have stopped it. Therja leaned down, next to Willy kit who was now tending to Lion-o running her fingers through his scarlet mane. "He's out cold, and he needs stitches, but I don't think he's to badly injured." Therja nodded, "I just don’t want to be here when he wakes and realizes Jafar has Tara, he's going to blow his top." “Agrabah” Chapter 11 Gaston Schwenk rematerialized inside the Palace, tumbling clumsily towards the floor, with his two victims beneath him. Jafar shot up from his seat. “Well now, what have you brought me?” His thin lips curling upwards into a most disturbing smile. As his gaze caught the sight of both raven haired women. “Damn, I hate being teleported it makes me bloody sick to my stomach!” Gaston gowned trying to shake off the dizzy feeling . The assassin slid his two short daggers out of the woman’s shoulders, then wiped the metallic blade’s against his dark black pant legs. Cleansing them from the women’s fresh blood, quickly re-sheathing them into his armory at his belt, then tossing off his black rimmed hat to the ground. Jafar snaked his way towards the women, lowering himself to get a closer look. “There not dead are they?” He spat, towards the assassin. Both women’s pallor’s were ghostly pale. “What do you think Jafar, I’m an Idiot!” His hand dropping down on the lioness, long firm leg. “I’ve never seen women like this before. I wasn’t going to destroy such a interesting opportunity to get a closer look.” Jafar’s eyes looked like they were almost on fire, as his finger, ran down the hybrid’s neck and towards her full chest. “Good thing for you.” “What does that mean?’ “It means you twitterpaited imbecile. That for once your pathetically Neanderthal brain was actually able to come up with something half way intellectual; even though the thought did steam from your balls instead of your brain. For once you did something right.” Gaston’s jaw dropped, he wasn’t quite sure just how bad he was just insulted but that was not the point. Standing up defiantly he withdrew his gun cocking and aiming it towards Jafar. “You take that back or there will be a lovely window in between your eyes!” “Again your intelligence defines all logic!” Jafar roared, breathing fire so hot that with in moment’s Gaston’s gun had melted in his hand. Running metallic water slid from the assassins fingers. “Umm.. bugger! I was just kidding Jafar, don’t get your bloomers in a twist!” Gaston said backing up slightly. “That is your one, and final warning Mr Schwenk…. Defy me again, and so help me your carcass will be scattered from one end of Agrabah to the next, on the legs of dung beetles.” Jafar stood, to his complete height of six foot two. “Now, take the women down to the harem, tell the other ladies to find something more see through for them to wear, and soon as they revive you will bring them back to me! You got that!” Reluctantly nodding Gaston picked up one woman’s lifeless body into his arms. His diminutive muscles, burning. “Bloody woman, what have you been eating live stock?” He grumbled as he packed her off. Zhyan had just entered from the balcony, his black and silver outfit torn, from the battle. Snarling and dragging his one sword across the alabaster floor, echoing a irritating screech. “Fucking mutated, mongrels!” “So I take it things didn’t go according to plan?” Jafar said slightly amused. “I had their leader, he was at my feet unconscious! Then one of the others joined in at the last moment had to play hero and save him!” Roaring and tossing his sword, furiously to the wall, it clambered and clanked on the other side of the room when it landed. Iago quickly dived under Jafar’s chair for safety. Hiding as his thin bird like legs quaked. “So besides your defeat, what did you learn about them?” Jafar’s boney hands twisting up again into his crooked beard. Zhyan took a deep breath and wiped his lips off with the back of his palm. His lilac hair dangling into his eyes, as he peered through the streams of sweat and locks. “Actually I did learn quiet a lot.” Now the corners of his lips turning upwards into a threatening grin. “Good… then all is not wasted?” Jafar said clapping his hands for his concubines to rush towards him with food and drink. Adahilia, Spark, and Salix, were the first three to respond, driven only by those horrid mind control devices. “Yes, master!” They all bowed in unison. Dropping to the floor, their faces hidden in there hands. “Bring my friend here, all the food he desires!” Jafar said nodding to Zhyan. “Obviously he has a lot to tell me.” “Agrabah” Chapter 12 “Wake up!!!” Screamed the blue Gin as he shook Lion-o furiously. ‘Oh what are we going to do?” He wailed shaking the lion again. A broad fist punched the Gin in the face. “You’re giving me whiplash.” Lion-o mumbled finally coming around, and sitting up slowly. His head was splitting, and aching worse then he could remember. Rubbing his hands over his forehead he began to look around. “Ok… what happened?” He said worrying at all the glum coated faces. The Genie rubbed his jaw, and began to wail. “Old baggy britches, has Tara and Leanna!” The lions mouth dropped. “What? NO!” He snarled angrily trying to stand on, shaking limbs. “Lion-o… don’t get up, you were complete knocked out. You need more rest.” Wily kit said softly rubbing his arm. “No… I don’t have time, not if Tara’s in danger.” Lion-o said stubbornly taking a deep breath to clear his head. He turned looking up at the ancient looming palace walls. “Genie, do you have the power to infiltrate Jafar’s magic. To send a small team of us inside?” “Yea… but no more hitting the blue boy, I’m much to charming to grow bruises.” He grinned. “So what you have in mind boss?” The Gin said slithering up to his full height. Lion-o pointed towards the top spherical part of the palace. “It that the throne room?” he questioned. The Gin nodded. “Yep….” Most likely if there are guards, they will be crawling all over that place.” “Ok.. then we need some other entrance, that no one will be expecting.” He nodded, and looked around at his warriors.. “The rest of you will have to give them a diversion, so they wont be on to us? Can you?” Panthro nodded. “We will give them the best diversion you’ve ever seen Lion-o.” “I’ll go with you!” Aladdin said puffing out his chest to make himself look buffer. Lion-o turned bighting his lip ever so softly. He was worried, that perhaps the young price wasn’t going to be able to keep up. However he did know the layout of the inside of the palace which would be a good idea. Therja stood up. “Lion-o I don’t like this its too dangerous you going in there by yourself. “ He said whisking some of his long hair from his face. ‘Yes that’s why if I get into trouble I have you gyes to pull my preverbal fat out of the fire again.” Lion-o winked patting the ligers back. “Ready your diversion my friends, I’m not leaving my wife, and Leanna at the hands of that manic.” “Agrabah” Chapter 13 Inside the sultan’s home…….. Tara and Leanna were beginning to come around from the magical potion that the assassin had so cleverly placed into their blood streams. The two groggy and drugged induced Thundercats slowly mumbled and stirred only to be surprised by the cold reality of the bonds and chains that held them. Scenery unfamiliar, and a place unknown began to come into view from their hazy vision. The confused hybrid looked around realizing by the decor, and heavy smells of incense that they were now prisoners in the very palace they sought to invade. Grumbling to herself, for not paying attention during the battle. She recalled that face. That human, who had thrust his weapon into her flesh and obviously swept her away. “Leanna?” Tara called out remembering that she was not alone, the lioness who had protected her, must have also been captured. “I’m here.” Leanna answered. Following the sound of the woman’s voice, Tara was able to see her friends form laying strung across another short padded bench. Her green uniform was now replaced with, a skimpy tight belly dancers dress, and dripping with gold. Thick chains ran from her wrists to a pillar of stone, her feet also tethered in the same predicament A shadowed form again stepped from the curtains, it was the man from before, the one covered in midnight colored leather; His straggling hair covering most of his pale features. Following him was one more male, tall thin and lanky. Tara cringed knowing he could be none other then Jafar himself with his crooked, beard and cold evil stare. Big deep eyes, full of nothing but hate. His robes dripped with riches, yet his body spoke skunk; a wolf hidden in gentleman’s clothing. Tara forced her self up as far as the chains would allow looking for anything that she could use to defend herself with but there was nothing but silken pillows, “Oh great, well perhaps if worse comes to worse I can smother him with a mouth full of feathers.” She grumbled testing once again the strength of her bonds. Leanna’s skin recoiled in a fit of unwanted chills as Jafar’s boney hand rand down her arm and rested on her thigh. The powerful sorcerer planted himself nest to her on the setae. Looking her over, examining her trying to ascertain just where, this woman could have originated from. “You’re not human?” He questioned. The woman answered with nothing but a deep throated growl of warning, her mouth open enough to reveal short very sharp canine teeth. Jafar’s head shot back in laughter, “This one has spirit… oh I shall enjoy watching you be broken.” “Agrabah” Chapter 14. Lion-o nodded towards the other Thundercats, letting them know that he was ready. With a grin the blue gin clapped his hands together Lion-o, Aladdin and himself were teleported by a puff of blue smoke into the palace. Bengalli, Therja, Myra and the other Thundercats quickly went to work on the distraction that they were ready to put into play. Weapons aimed, and fired towards the thirty foot wooden door, made quick work of it nothing left but splinters. As the nobles rushed through the wall, that surrounded the palace to keep it safe. “Jafar! We have trouble!” Gaston said wincing as he looked out the large looming widows, to see where that blast had come from. ‘They have broken through the outer wall, I think you’ve made them a bit pissy by kidnapping there women.” Jafar turned towards Tara, licking his lips teasingly. “Let them come…. I have a surprise for them as well.” Tara and Leanna exchanged worried glances towards each other. As Jafar stood and strode cockily towards the window. “I am Master of the entire Earth, they have no way to stop me.” When Lion-o reappeared inside Jafar’s stolen home, he slipped. The ground they had landed upon was not only slippery it was glass. The lion’s dense weight caused the thin glass to crack, and he fell through; tumbling towards whatever lay below. A room full of scantily clad women squealed, ran, and hid behind, beneath, anything they could find, as a shower of sharp glass reigned down on top of them. Tumbling Lion-o gained enough of his senses to be able to spin, and angel himself so when he landed at least he wouldn’t break something valuable. He thumped, harshly down on a large padded low laying bed. It was the center focal point for the entire room. Quickly burring his head in his arms, to protect himself from the onslaught of falling shards. Aladdin gasped looking down in the empty spot were Lord Lion-o had once stood. “Genie!” he neared the edge peering over to see if Lion-o still lived. The Gin blushed. “I… umm.. goofed.” He grinned cheekily, trying to explain himself. “Yea apparently.” Aladdin scoffed crouching down to get a better look. Shocked but very curious ladies peered out from their hiding spots. “What? Or who is it?” Shay said, looking over the magnificent form that was lying on the bed. Lynxanna, smirked. “I don’t think I truly care… its sexy.” Lion-o groaned slightly rolling over, so now his back was towards the firm mattress. Looking up and rubbing his head. “Thanks a lot Genni.” He muttered, and peeled himself off of the covers. Kitra couldn’t help but gasp, “Ohh wow… males from heaven.” She said halfway wiping the apparent drool off her bottom lip. “No you don’t” SpacedAngel squeaked out bolting towards the bed. Tugging the woman back long enough to get a running start. With a frenzy of skirts, and females Lion-o found himself not in the middle of a battle but in the middle of a room full of lustful, busty women. Hands fingers, legs, all tumbled towards him, trapping the young viral lord in the middle of the madness. He had been expecting a danger but this was nothing of the sort. “Ladies please.” He said trying to stand, but he wasn’t able to with the women fondling him at every turn. His deep voice sending them all into more hypnotized fits, squealing and screaming as if he were some kind of erotic educed fantasy. Salix the dryad, stood back away from the menagerie her hands folded across her chest in disgusted. “I don’t see what’s the big deal… his hair’s giving me a headache.” She snorted. Spark stood next too her agreeing, completely. “With all those muscles the poor man looks like he’s ready to explode.” Linda had perched herself at the lions back. “So you’ve come to save us?” she said questioning him as her hands moved over those broad shoulder blades. Lynxana grabbed a hold of the woman’s hair tugging her back wards. “Its my turn!” she’s said grinning pleasantly. Adahilia had made quick work of the male’s boots sweeping them off his feet and tossing them to the floor. Lion-o gasped and grabbed for his belt, and the fasteners of his pants. “Yes… yes… I’ve come to save you!” He said trying to remove the women’s overexcited hands. But it was like fighting off a room full of octopuses. Lion-o fought his way off the bed, picking up and moving women as he went. “I can’t very well do my job, if you don’t let me go.” He said carefully clambering his way out of the pile of love starved women. “I grabbed his ass!” Shay squealed, and desperately tore at his shirt making sure to blame it on spring hormones, as she clawed at him. “Hell you think that’s good?” Linda said whisking off his belt and lifting it over her head, like a prized trophy. Lion-o gasped as he was taken down yet again by the ladies, tumbling to the floor tripped up by, Spaced angels dress tassels, which made a convent lasso when removed and extended. Lion-o let out a panicked, whimper followed by a terrified warning growl. Which didn’t frighten it seamed to excite, purring and squealing with desire they dog piled on top of him grabbing what ever bit of material they could find and ripping it of his bulging muscles.