Tashi's Temptations
Tashi’s Temptations. Written by Drea The thought had occurred to Tara in the middle of the night that it was mid February. She sat up in bed and turned to glance at the sleeping Lord Lion-o. Thousands of years ago Third Earth had a very old Tradition, one that Tashi herself particularly enjoyed. It was situated still in the cold months, yet with this holiday it could bring warmth into anyone’s soul. It was called the “Impassioned day.” However Tashi recalled that, through the course of history the name had changed, to. Tashi cocked her head and thought harder, that name never did sit well on her throat it was named after a saint. She shrugged what would a saint know about the most erotic day of the year. Tashi grinned smugly to herself, It should have been named after me. After all wasn’t I the one who would create those magnificent hypnotizing chocolate confections. I was the one who lovers would come to, when they wanted an aphrodisiac that would push their bodies over the edge. Tashi brushed back a lock of her ebony hair. The most famous people in history were clamoring down my door, for a chance to gain control over the one they loved. That chocolate had worked miracles on Anthony when Cleopatra had fed it to him, if it hadn’t been for me, he would have never dropped his war like defenses and wanted her. That clinched the deal. Tara so much wanted to share this day with her friends, but most of all her precious lion. She brushed a soft kiss across his lips and then backed away to the shower. Bound an determined that this was a day all of the Thundercats would remember. Tara dressed and rushed off to the Berbil village, hoping that they would have what her ancient recipe called for. High atop the Crumbling Cliffs of Vertigo, a sleeping god slowly awoke, this ancient laird stretched his great golden wings and shook his bird like face, his body was the figure of a large powerful lion, his dagger like claws began to scrape at the rock below his feet. “Hummm what trouble can I inflict upon Mumm-Ra today,” Nammor wondered as he inched his way down the side of the rock face, glancing across the horizon towards the tomb of the ancient devil priest. The mutant god smirked as he reminisced all the ingenious plots and menacing things he had done just to pester the old bag of bones. In fact the constant torture of Mumm-Ra was his favorite past time. Sure exchanging his bandages for fly paper was amusing, and drowning his sarcophagus in molten lava had his kicks. Laying waist to the ancient city that used to surround his tomb was a accident. After all how was he to reason that if he umm, destroyed the protective wall around the city, that the whole desert would lay waist to the town in one overpowering wave of unstoppable sand. But one of his best pranks is when he had invited. No… caused the unforeseen events that led the Thundercats to Third Earth. The gryphon chuckled. Yes bringing them here to this planet was the best idea that he had come up with, it had proven for years of fun. Nammor padded his great large body down the ancient steps and into a underground tunnel that ran from the Cliffs of Vertgo and beneath the vast desert, towards Mumm-Ra’s black pyramid. The gryphon had walked these halls so often that his feet knew the way without even thinking. Stretching his magical wings , and flapping a few times. Caused a shift of illusion, making him appear invisible to the naked eye. The beast grinned cockily making his way slowly into the mummies cauldron room Where Mumm-Ra himself stood hunching over the bubbling waters. The decomposing jaw of the mummy was open wide. and a stream of his own saliva oozed down his chin. “That rotten she cat!” he hissed, and spat towards his twisted dog. “She, thinks she can control her mates with chocolate?” Ma-Mutt lifted his head, cocked it to one side and whimpered. Then with a disinterested sneeze he again began to lick at the bone at his feet. Mumm-Ra’s dark red cloak, trailed the dusty stone as he began to pace still watching Tara’s movements with interest. Ever since his creation, turned against him, he had silently vowed to not give her one moment of peace. Seething he bent over, whisking another hand over the waters. His glowing scarlet eyes, focusing again on that blasted bracelet that the Egyptian gods had given her to protect her from him. That was why he could no longer effect her, directly. That’s what made him stomp his feet and hiss like a spoiled thousand year old child. His eyes lit on her small wrist and those taunting bobbles that protected her. “Some how….. Ma-Mutt. We will get to her, and I will again be victorious against the Thundercats.” He said rambling to himself. Nammor chuckled silently, as he too made his way towards the water of the mummy’s cauldron to see what vexed him so. Not that he complained, anything that made old shredded britches upset pleased him tremendously. The gryphon, lowered his face to see the most beautiful female he could recall in all his years of slumber. She moved with a delicate sway through the Ro-bear Birbles shops looking for something among the spices. Her long dark streaked hair trailed in waves over her creamy colored shoulders. “Rober-Bob. Is this ginger?” she questioned lifting a tan colored piece of spice and inspecting it closer. “No.. Tara..” The robotic creature answered back in his slow metallic echo of a voice. “That’s Wampam… its from the Lexion moon.” Tara sighed frustrated, and placed the food back in its display case. With all this foreign and alien food specimens she was lost. Nothing the Ro-Bear even had came close to what she needed. Tara crouched lower, looking on the lower levels of stacks for anything that she could use. Now her fingers were just aching to make that special surprise for the other Thundercats, and she didn’t want to give up. Something just had to work in her favor for once. “What are you searching for Tara? Perhaps I can help.” The Rober questioned lifting one of his silver hands towards her. “I need fresh coco beans, real cane sugar.. and.” Tara looked over her shoulder as another shopper passed by, Tara inched closer and whispered the final two ingredients in the bears ear, to keep her secret recipe secret. The small creatures robot eyes slid open wide, and he blinked a few times surprised. “Tara… Those…spices are, very dangerous aphrodisiacs.” He said still stunned that she would ask for such things. Tara bit her full lip and blushed, “Yes I know Bob, but its very important. Do you have them?” Lion-o and Therja were busy, running routine scans of Third Earth. When Tara came strolling over the bridge with her hands full of burlap shopping bags. The Liger chuckled, and tapped Lord Lion-o on the shoulder. “I do believe your woman has returned.” He said grinning. Lion-o spun towards the fifteen foot tall video screen before him. “Oh no.” He scowled as he saw the mischievous happy grin on the hybrids face. “I’ll bet you ten Thunderdollers, that she’s up to no good.” Therja cocked his head back laughing, “Now why would I bet you, when I know your right. I’m no fool.” The liger replied plopping down in the metallic chair, and swiveled beneath the computer console. His long multi colored waist hair, sweeping his back, as he moved. “One thing about Lady Tara, always expect trouble.” Lion-o sat down his stack of night reports and rubbed his forehead. “So true Therja, so true.” He looked once more to the screen before him. Watching the delicate sway of her hips, and how right now she was doing more then swaying she was absolutely bouncing from joy; her hair tussling as she moved, and her thin skirt swishing as she walked. “If you can hold down the fort for a few minutes Therja, I’ll go see what she’s been up too.” The lynx-Liger nodded. “Oh I think I can handle it. “ He said with a sarcastic smirk. Lion-o spun on his boot heals and traipsed down the winding stair case until he made it to the main entrance hall. He remarked how large, and clean, this room always was with its marble like finish on all the walls and the floor. There were hardly any decorations just a huge overhead circular light, which streamed down illuminating the shiny floor. And the two set of stairs on both sides; held up with large carved pillars. The arched doors began to open, and he watched Tara move inside, then clumsily try to balance her bags and shut the door all at the same time. Once or twice her sacks about got the better of her, but then she decided to kick the door shut with one of her high healed sandaled feet. “You quit putting holes in the door woman.” Lion-o teased, as he descended from the steps, then quickly plucked one of the sacks from her arms. Tara scrunched up her nose, “I did no such thing.” She protested. Lion-o leaned over and gave the hybrid a tender kiss on her forehead. “So where have you been, I got worried when you were gone this morning?” Tara lifted the sack dangling it. “Shopping!” She grinned. “For?” the lion questioned leery. “A surprise.” Tara replied, bouncing off towards the kitchen. The lion’s heart sunk, when she disappeared through the kitchen door. “Oh no. Please don’t let her be cooking something again” He mumbled under his breath wile looking up and rolling his eyes. Reluctantly he followed, hoping and praying she was just hungry. When he opened the door he let out a depressed sigh. Yep she was unpacking her shopping and tugging down big mixing bowls. “Tara dear, you know Snarf don’t like you meddling around in the kitchen, not after the last fiasco with the cake.” Tara froze, and glared at the young lord. “Hush!.. that was a honest mistake.” She put down the bowl, and slammed her palm on the desk. “I suppose no one else has ever made a blunder ever!” The lion bit his full lip, and carefully sat the sack down on the counter. “Your right, I’m sure what ever you’re up too, we will love it. Thank you.” He said trying to defuse her mood, knowing that he was treading on very thin ice right now. Tara grumbled and folded her arms over her chest pouting, trying to look hurt. Her big green eyes darting away from him, and glancing at the cabinets. “You want some help?” He asked moving around the counter, and tugging her in his arms. Tara let out a content purr when he lowered his lips to her neck. “No.. then it wouldn’t’ be a surprise.” She grinned and pulled away from him, just to grab more things from out of the shelves. Lion-o ran one of his large clawed hands through his mane, moving towards the exit, “I’ll be up in the control room if you need me.” He said darting out of the door. “Bye habbi,” She called after as the door swung shut. When Lion-o entered the cats head, the command center of the Lair’s operations; he saw that Panthro, and Tygra were there now as well. The big panther, turned and grinned. “Looking at Lion-o’s face makes me worry, were in for it aren’t we?” Lion-o nodded and plunked down in the nearest chair, his long legs spread wide open. “She’s cooking.” He said, nervously. All three men let out a terrified gasp. “Oh no, to hell with that, I’m not touching it.” Panthro snorted, and balled up his fist for emphasis. Tygra scratched at his temples. “You are aware of the last time Lion-o, I’m sorry but after being ill for 48 hours, because of Tara’s cooking, were all a bit traumatized. “ Lion-o nodded. “I know, but as she pointed out to me, it was a honest mistake.” Therja swiveled in his chair, and ran one of his long hands up his leather clad legs. “You know we love Tara, it’s her cooking that scares us shitless.” The lion couldn’t agree, more as he let out a deep hearty chuckle. Nammor snickered to himself swishing his tail, as he moved around the cauldron one more time. The ancient god was in the middle of hatching his most devious plot yet. “So many idea’s, possibilities.” He beamed as the details began to swirl about his mind, “Oh this is going to be entertaining.” He looked over to see the Devil priest was in a terrible up roar. Not only had he grew tired of watching the Thundercats, but now he was hissing and spitting ancient curses at the very walls; as he crept back towards his sarcophagus to rest. “You are so obvious Mumm-Ra.” Nammor said delightfully. “You hate this woman, but what if you are forced to live on day in her shoes?” The gryphon stood on his hind legs his paw’s stretched towards the mummy and a great glimmering light illuminated the ancient priest. Mumm-Ra looked down, at his hands as he began to transform, change. “What’s happening!” He screamed panicked, as his once decaying form, began to meld away revealing pure pale flesh. He could feel his magic being stricken from his body. Leaving him drained, human. *~*~* Tara had just finished her batch of decadent, sinful, chocolate. She licked at one of her fingers, tasting the tip that had been coated in coco. “Mm… This is going to be so wonderful!” She beamed happily as she looked proudly at her, confections. There were two kinds, one for the male gender, the other for the ladies. Both powerful aphrodisiacs, molded and formed into erotic shapes. Tara plucked up the last of the batch, gingerly carrying it into the big walk in freezer. Then setting it down on one of the shelf’s. “You just need to cool for a bit, then Va vaaa voom.” She said almost dreaming of the repercussions from her old recipe. Tara was on her way out of the fridge area, when a powerful tingling sensation hit her abdomen. The next thing the mummy recalled was him trying to pluck, himself off the cold frozen floor. He found himself in strange surroundings, almost chilled to the very bone. He shuddered and looked around franticly. “Where?” He mumbled still dazed. His legs began to wobble, as he carefully stood, it was as if he were no longer, on normal ground. His ankles and feet burning with every echoing, clomping, painful step. The mummies eyes again lowered to those human hands, they were small, pale and. He gasped, “Fingernail polish?” Dark burgundy painted tips adorned each of his long nails. Golden bobbles, and bangles dripped off thin all to female wrists and arms. His head automatically dropped downwards, two great heaving scantily clad breasts that now adorned his chest. “No… NO!” He billowed in disbelief. Grabbing at their firm full shelf, making sure they were real. Oh yes way too real for his liking, he tugged the tight material from the vee between his cleavage peering down. “What has happed oh Ancient Spirits of Evil?” His arms lifted, pleading with the sky and his gods. Yet there was no answer, nothing but a deafening silence. Confused, the mummy staggered out of the metallic fridge, with its plume of icy fog emerging from the open door. Shivering, and trembling he glanced around his surroundings. “A kitchen, I’m in a kitchen?” Blinking a few times at the bright, clean room, he realized he had seen this before many times. The mummy rolled his eyes when he saw matching coffee cups, dangling below the cabinets. Each one boar the horrid, hideous symbol of the Thundercats with its taunting black and red cat, he had grown too loath with every spiteful breath in his body. “Wait… If I’m in the cats lair? If I’m….Mother F…” His voice trailed off as the door banged open, and a small fuzzy creature came waddling in. “Good afternoon Tara!” Beamed a cheerful screeching voice. The mummy cringed in terror. Nammor was laughing so hard at this point, he was literally rolling around the floor, sniffling back tears of joy. His belly hurt, the mummies reaction had been just priceless. And now the powerless priest was trapped in the very midst of his worst nightmare, forced to be one of them. “Oh my day just cant get any better,” He cackled fiendishly. The mystic Sword of Omens, growled and whimpered at Lord Lion-o’s hip, withdrawing the sword and placing towards his dark sparkling amber eyes. While the others waited for the bad news. “Give me sight beyond sight.” His deep kind voice rang out. Once the vision had faded, he gave the other nobles a questioning look. “What?” Therja asked, he had never seen Lion-o so perplexed. “Tara? It showed me Tara?” The lion quickly re-sheathed the sword, “Ether its worried about her cooking too, or we got trouble.” “Only one way to find out.” Therja grinned bounding up from the chair, “I’m off duty now anyway,” he said patting Tygra on the shoulder, “I kept the seat warm with my ass, lucky you!” Tygra rolled his eyes, he still was not used to the Lynx-Ligers, brashness. It shocked him. Panthro turned, from his matted mess of over twisted colorful wires. “Call if you need help, or a stomach pump.” He chuckled diving back under one of the unused computer consoles. He was busy replacing out dated, and shredded wiring. Lion-o shook his head, as he and the liger, made their way down to the kitchen to see what had the sword all shook up. “Don’t tell me you have been baking!” The Snarf huffed, lifting himself up on the back of his tail and looking at the giant mess the woman had left. “Humm and as usual, poor old Snarf has to clean it up. No respect, I get no respect!” The creature grumbled, bristling out his fur for emphasis. For the first time in Mumm-Ra’s entire ancient life, he had no idea of what to say, no smart alec comment to retort. He was still in shock, fiddling nervously with his hands. Folding them on his chest, then quickly moving them, feeling way too odd about the tender, bosoms beneath his arms. Placing them on his hip, he felt just too girlie, err considering the fact he was a girl. “Just be calm.” Mumm-Ra’ said trying to convince himself. “We don’t know what happened, nor why. Some sort of atmospheric, oddity that caused the cauldron and his magic to short out?” He lifted his hands reaching out almost clawing at the air with his fingers, trying to test his powers, his head leaned back as he delved deeply into his body to find any bit of energy left. But there was nothing. Snarf sat there looking at Tara’ with wide confused eyes. “Umm what are you doing?” Mumm-Ra’s eyes flailed open, only now aware that he was being watched. “Nothing you incompetent creature, its none of your business!” Tara shouted. Snarf clicked his tongue, “Well some one woke up on the wrong side of bed this morning.” He shuffled off, propping himself up at the sink, and wrapping his apron around his chest, starting a basin full of warm soapy water to clean up the hybrid mess. The mummy rubbed his head, and carefully teetered his way towards the kitchen door. “I have to get out of here.” He mumbled incoherently under his breath. The mummy grumbled more, quickening his pace, as he noticed flaming red hair, and big muscles bounding down the steps; followed by that abomination mutt, the lynx liger. After sliding, and stumbling across the slippery floor. Mumm-Ra finally reached the door, clawing at it trying to figure out how to open the control panel to let himself out. Now he knew how Ma-Mutt felt, when he couldn’t open the tomb door. “Finally” He said relieved, when the door unlatched. A heavy hand, and a big body leaned against the exit, shutting all that Mumm-Ra had worked so hard to open. “Where you going beautiful?” Lion-o said perching his body against the door frame. The mummy let out a disappointed whimper, he was so defeated right now, out of his element. Ok.. its not like you haven’t been here before, you haven’t tricked these blasted Thunderbrats a thousand times. Do what you know, play along. I mean after all this misfortune could turn out to be the best situation ever. He was in the Lair, in the body of the one woman, that Lion-o loved and cherished, what a better chance to defeat these retched cats.” Mumm-Ra quickly pulled himself into character, and when he spoke Tara’s sweet, soft very feminine voice escaped his once rotting lips. “Just getting some air Lion-o.” The mummy said smiling flakily, showing her bright teeth, and nervous twitch. Smiling was not something the mummy was good at, scowling now that was different. Mumm-Ra’s hands were still not wanting to behave, and moving from one weird spot to another. Lion-o and Therja exchanged, odd glances. “Well how about we join you?” The lion said wondering what was up with that grin, she looked like she had just eaten a mouse and was going to hurl it at any moment. “So where were you going?” Therja questioned moving towards the hybrid. Mumm-Ra’s entire train of thought just went out the window at that moment, not knowing what would be a significant excuse to get these two muscle bound apes from questioning him any more. “No where, I changed my mind.” He snapped abruptly. Therja cocked his head, he knew Tara too well, and this was not her, not at all. Something was wrong. A little alarming voice in the back of his head began to reverberate. But before he could question her more Lion-o chimed in. “Tara your scaring me, what’s wrong?” He said latching a worried hand in her long black and blonde tresses. Mumm-Ra had to think fast, and retaliated with fake bawling. “Snarf was so mean to me Lion-o, he yelled at me for cooking.” Mumm-Ra lowered his face to his hands, making soft whimpering noises; to appear distraught about the entire situation. Therja smiled backing off a bit, and motioning towards Lion-o that he was going, so the two could be alone and talk. Thinking that if she was upset about a three foot fuzz ball, the only thing that could cheer her up would be Lion-o’s tender loving touch. Therja began to move down the hall, unbraiding some of his hair so he could take a well deserved shower. After finishing the two braids at his temples, he cocked his neck and rubbed the aching muscle, that had been giving him fits through his entire shift. Therja couldn’t help but chuckle thinking again of Tara, she seemed so odd, yet when she was upset she did act a bit out of the ordinary. He just hoped that was truly what was behind it. Mumm-Ra’s body flinched when Lion-o’s hand slipped down his back and pulled him in tightly for a hug. “Oh by the gods!” he said this time wishing for a dagger to slide into the lions back. Then all his woes would be over, with one swift slice. The mummy cringed inwardly, feeling the lions rock hard pecks pressed up against his face. His enemy the male he had been dreaming, about killing for the last eight years now both of them latched in a tender embrace. It was enough to make him rip out his own brains with a read hot poker. Mumm-Ra began to squirm, trying to be rid of the lion coat that he now seemed to be wearing unwontedly. “I’ll tell you what, how about we have some dinner. Then I’ll make you feel better.” Lion-o winked suggesting something extremely sexual, behind his mysterious grin. Grabbing Tara’s small hand in his he began to walk off, only the mummy didn’t follow. He was still standing there, forcing the vomit back down his throat. That’s it, this is hell. If finally died and now I’m in hell. Great gods!!! What did I do to disserve this?” The mummy moaned to himself. As he slowly wobbled behind the lion on those impossible five inch high heals. Nammor left the hypnotizing visions in the mummies magical waters of his cauldron, to go check on the woman who now lay, sleep educed, on the four foot tall slab of stone. The beautiful hybrid, was unconscious, and unaware of any mischief that had been going on. The gryphon shook his bird like face, then lowered it closer to the ravaging woman. Her soft features, just enhanced by slumber, she looked so peaceful. “Hummm what to do with you?” He questioned, roaming around the alter. “I could have just swapped bodies with the mummy and yourself, but even I have my limits on cruelty.” He grinned, “And I’m quite sure waking up in that decaying carcass would give you a heart attack, hell I’d kill myself.” Nammor thought for a few minutes. “However, letting all that’s close to you, see you as him; might just be extremely entertaining.” Getting another mischievous glimmer in his eyes, he once again began to flap his luminous wings. “All who see, you do not see real.. Vision clouded, minds overpowered. You are the ancient priest. MUMM-RA!!” Once casting the spell the gryphon walked off with renewed cockiness in his step. “This is going to be good!” Mumm-Ra sat across the table from Lord Lion-o, Kit and Kat were on his right. Tygra on his left, and the others positioned in there usual spots at the oblong dinner table. After giving the metallic eating instruments an odd glare, he quickly realized what they were for and how to use them. After all it had been thousands of years since his body required sustenance to survive. And now there was an odd grumbling feeling deep in his belly that was becoming rather annoying. He could only surmise must be hunger, since he was human now. Leanna, Panthro’s mate, kept looking oddly at Tara. “You doing something different with your hair Tara?” She wondered there was just something about the cheetah that was not the same, and she couldn’t place it. She leaned her elbow on the table, and put a thoughtful hand at her chin. The mummy looked up from his shiny over stuffed plate. “No.” He grumbled wishing that all this idle chit chat to be over soon, this was becoming ridiculous. How could they enjoy each others so called ‘Company’ with them smacking lips and chewing every few seconds; like a herd of cattle, lined up to graze. Finally the mummy got up enough courage to try a spoon full of the soft fluffy white things that he didn’t’ have any idea of what they were. Lion-o seemed to be lapping it up like a hungry pig though. He plucked up the fork clumsily and poked at the mashed potatoes dripping in gravy. Reluctantly taking a bite, he gulped. The flavor exploded on his taste buds, he wanted more.. No needed more. Grabbing another heaving fork full, and placing it on his tongue. He moaned fitfully, diving in for yet one more heaping helping. Then he decided this small fork was just not big enough, he was starving, and the food was dropping down to his empty belly with an echoing kerplunk. Diving in with his hands he lifted great heaping hands full of the creamy substance, and stuffed it into his mouth. Once the potatoes were gone he latched on to a warm chicken leg, tearing the meat from the bones. Then the salad, then some of the Birbles candy fruit.. Oh he liked that even more, devouring at least three as the nectar, dribbled down his mouth. Once his meal was sufficiently over, and he had literally licked the platter clean did he look up to see the nobles, staring. Jaw’s dropped, and big baffled expressions on all of their faces. “Napkin?” Lion-o questioned reaching across the table, and handing the woman, a soft towel to wipe her face. It was obvious he was forcing back a deep side splitting laugh, he kept snickering, and smiling. Trying ever so hard to keep his composure, as he looked at his potato covered wife. Panthro just tossed up his hands in disgust. “I don’t want to know.” He snorted, returning to his own dinner. Wily Kit and Kat were snorting with laughter at this point. Tygra was leaning back in his chair, trying to analyze the strange fascination that she had had with the food. It was not like her, to act less then a lady. Myra and Therja were shaking their heads, and chuckling. “I’m hungry, and I don’t explain myself to anyone!” Tara snorted arrogantly, as she wiped off her face with the rag. Tossing it on the floor then sliding out from under the table, storming off. The mummy’s ankles gave way more then once, and he found himself stumbling and latching on to the wall for support. What was supposed to be a smooth exit, looked like cartoon chaos, some sort of bumbling antic from a slapstick festival. *~*~* The real Tara woke up beneath a grove of trees not far from the Burble’s home. Slowly she pulled her self from off the grass, wondering how she got here. The last thing she recalled, she was in the kitchen making up the chocolates. After scratching her head, in wonderment she finally plucked her self up. And frisking her chilled arms, it was cold. And why wouldn’t she have her warm cloak on? The woman, slowly made her way back through the forest and towards the Lair. As she passed, the Rober’s shopping bazaar she assumed that taking one more peak at the sales rack, in the market wasn’t such an off the wall idea. After all, she wanted to look sultry when she gave that lion her, magical love potion, and he’d seen her in all of her other lingerie. Grinning smugly and frisking her half frozen arms, she moved into one of the low hanging tents, and began looking around. She didn’t even notice the odd looks and the quick rush of patrons from the shops; as they bolted away from the decrepit mummy. Fleeing as if there very lives depended on it. Even the shop keepers, quickly went diving under the closest, display case. Trembling with fright at what the mummy would do to them, too long they had lived in fear of this creature. The first thing that she saw was a warm, floor length jacket; hanging on a solitary hanger. It was a beautiful lush, dark brown swade material, with soft fur lining on the inside. Slowly slipping it over, her arms, and doing up the buttons. That just absolutely clenched the deal, it was too luxurious to take off. Besides, she shrugged. She deserved it. Rober Bob, and Bill looked at each other, wondering what in blue blazes that archaic mummy was up too. “Do we need to call the Thundercats?” Bob questioned quietly. Bill poked his head from out of the stand, looking towards the telecom that was sitting on the registers desk. “I don’t know?” He muttered, dropping back on his belly. “He seems to be looking for something?” Bob’s eyes went from large, to plate size when he looked again and the mummy was now looking over, at the female section, plucking out silken night dresses and holding them against his age rotted body. The next section Mumm-Ra wandered towards was the lacy, I’m not wearing a thing but a big smile section. Looking very pleased with what he found he headed towards the check out counter. “Bob… Bill where have you gone?” The mummy said standing up on his toes and peeking over the counter, “I want to purchase this?” Now he was looking around, taping his long bony fingers on the cabinet, with his arms full of nighties. Both bears instantaneously glared at each other not having a clue of what to do. “You’re the leader.” Bob said pushing Bill out into the open. The robotic bear, went rolling. “There you are.” The mummy said, his face lit with a big toothed grin, showing all his dirty rotten teeth. “I’m in a bit of a hurry,” Tara looked down only now realizing that, she didn’t have her purse with her. “Ohh damn!” she stomped her foot. “I forgot my money. Bill can you put it on the Thundercats credit, I’ll return fist thing tomorrow to pay for it.. Promise?” The mummy’s moth eaten eyelashes, fluttered. Bill at this point was just completely stumped, “Ta.. Take it… and enjoy.” He said nervously twitching, realizing that if he said the wrong thing, the mummy would fry him into a pile of melted, metal. “Aww thanks.” The mummy slightly bowed, and blew the Burbles a kiss, After Bill, got the courage to stand up and bag the evil priests, umm underwear? The mummy latched on to the sack and strode happily out of the small store. Looking at the quickly darkening sky she realized that she didn’t have too long until it was dark. And she just couldn’t’ wait for her night to begin. *~*~* Mumm-Ra was just completely lost, every direction he turned, he ended up down another hall that looked the same as the last, except for small numeral patterns on the frame. He had flung those cumbersome shoes off his small feet about a hour ago, talk about painful, it was much worse then any ancient torture devise that the human world had come up with. Why women chose to wear them way beyond his realm of understanding. The mummy had been searching for the control room, but instead he found himself in the most lot of pain. The plan was to go in, get some type of message out to the Mutants and mess up all the command buttons leaving them defenseless from the outside. However between the cramps in his feet, and the strange pressure building in the lower regions of his abdomen, he couldn’t think straight. Lion-o inclined back in his chair, slowly sipping his, evening tea. Snarf had been making it for him for years, to relax him before bed. He had a early day tomorrow, and needed to get to bed soon. The lion sighed, things weighing heavily on his already taxed mind. He was growing increasingly nervous about where, Tara had gotten to, but more to the point why she had been acting so oddly all day. Myra softly plunked down in the chair just adjacent from Lord Lion-o. Her beautiful orange, black and white mane pluming out from behind her, in thick multi layered strands. “Can I talk to you Lion-o?” Lion-o lowered his cup from his lips, “Of course Myra.” He said softly. Wily Kit and Kat had just bolted into the Reck room, bringing with them a horde of chaos behind. As the two, now grown up cubs, slapped each other; fighting over the favorite seat. “I’m so worried about Tara.” The tigress, said being as frank as she could. The lion nodded. “Today, was just nuts. Iv never seen that woman act like that at dinner.” “So am I… I was just going to look for her.” He said laying his tea cup down on the table, and standing up. “Thanks for the concern, my friend. But hopefully she’s fine.” Stretching his long legs, and looking extremely tired as he drug his body down the hall. Hoping that when he found that wife of his, she wouldn’t be up to too much mischief. Myra half smiled turning again to watch Kit and Kat push each other out of the chair. Mumm-Ra kept bouncing holding his legs tightly together like a small child, the pressure had gotten much worse, and the more he thought the more he faintly remembered. That yes peeing was a fact of life for the mortal world. But he just flat out refused. “There is no way in hell I’m going to ……. Arrrgh!.” He whimpered, he was getting desperate, it was to the point now all he could do was to think about dripping waterfalls, and lakes. “For the love of all that’s evil!” He grumbled spotting a large planter off in the corner. He was sure that being cats, they did there business in some sort of animal litter box, but he wasn’t up to that, after all he was an ancient priest, and this was humiliating enough all ready. Steadying himself up to the planter, lifting his dress and tugging down the front of his black lace panties, he hunted for the usual equipment. “NO…. I’m a woman!” He snorted, pissed off beyond all belief now. Ripping the damn plant right out of the metal stand and tossing it angrily against the wall he quickly dropped the rest of his underwear, and squatted over the bronze barrel. His eyes rolled back in his head feeling such relief; as the sound of tinkling echoed down the empty hall. Lion-o had just turned the corner, when he spotted something that he truly didn’t expect to see. Rubbing his eyes again wondering if this was some type of tea induced, medicated vision. Nope it was real, too real. “Tara what in Jaga’s name are you doing?” He said slapping his face as he saw the nightmare, first hand. Lion-o startled the heck out of the mummy, he stumbled backwards knocking over the pot, right on top of himself. The hall, and him dripping in his own, bodily waist. “Con founded, Lion-o!..” The mummy spat, splashing the liquid towards the lion. Lion-o dodged it, grabbing Tara carefully on the arm. “That’s it, you are going to take a shower, and go to bed, and I’m having Pumyra fly over here to check you out first thing.” Mumm-Ra wanted to complain, wanted to put up a fight but in truth he had just about had enough of today. For once sleep actually seamed like the best idea he’d ever heard of. Lion-o cringed looking back at the hall, “I’ll get Snarf to clean that up.” He said not having the first clue of what to tell his friend, he sure couldn’t say the truth that Tara had been caught peeing in a pot. And right now, Tara was in no condition to be left alone, er he dared not. Finally making it back to their bed chambers, and leading the drenched woman inside. He took her towards the shower. Nammor again snickered, thinking of Mumm-Ra’s humorous escapades. “In ten thousand more years I’ll never forget this day!” He said triumphantly. Looking down at the ancient mutt; who had finished lapping on his bone, and now was fast asleep. “How you put up with Mumm-Ra is beyond me?” The gryphon smiled. Lion-o turned on the water, and took two soft fluffy dry peach colored towels out of the closet. He glared at Tara, and how she was latching on to her shirt so tightly that her fingers were dug into the material. “Can I trust you for two minutes wile I call the Tower of omens? Or shall I put you in the water myself?” The mummy hissed back. “Get lost will ya!” “I don’t know what’s wrong, but hopefully we will get to the bottom of this.” The lion said, reluctantly leaving Tara alone. Shaking his head he plopped on the bed, picking up the com-link. “Lion-o to tower of omens…. Do you respond?” The door to the bathroom banged shut and locked. Mumm-Ra let out a pathetic groan, leaning against the door. “You over jealous, incompetent Do-gooder!” he grumbled, and began to peel off the stinky, skin tight shirt and skirt. Dropping them on a pile on the floor then creeping towards the shower, he managed to get a sideways peek at, himself.. or herself in the mirror. Gasping, and leaning in, “Wow.” He said out loud looking down, over, and back up. He was so used the reflection of the age rotted sorcerer, that this was. “Damn.” He turned lifting up his rump to get a better look; sliding his hand over the full curve, and on to her hip “I’m rather hot.” He couldn’t believe that he actually heard himself say that. True Tara was a beautiful woman, but he was shocked that he actually was able to admit that for the first time. He spun a few more times, fluffing the long hair at his shoulders, and examining his full breasts with renewed interest, finally peeling himself away from the reflection to get in the warm water. Lynx-o’s raspy voice answered back. “Yes Lion-o… we’re here, anything wrong?” The old lynx questioned taping a few commands on the brail board with his long fingers. Lion-o sighed and lay back in the bed, rubbing the hair from his face. “Its Tara, can you please ask, Pumyra to come over first thing in the morning. I don’t think it’s a emergency, but I want her and Tygra to run some tests on her.” “Affirmative Lion-o, I’ll have her show up at first light.” “Thank you Lynx-o. Lion-o out.” The lions voice trailed off, as he lay the com back down on the night stand. “Now to check on you.” The large male slowly sat back up and moved towards the shower, “Tara you ok?” He questioned banging on the door. Inside the mummy rolled his eyes, shutting off the water in the same way that he’d seen the lion do. Buffing his long hair, and glistening body with the fresh towels. He noticed a short chair like contraption. It had water, swishing around in the inside. “What the?” He looked around, inclining towards it, then back noticing an iron, cat clawed handle type lever. When he touched it, the water drained. “Interesting.” He said, “Wonder what this is for?” He was so curious about it, that he almost felt like dropping his hatred, to question the lion. The lion knocked again this time louder. “Don’t make me break down this door woman are you ok?” ‘Yessss!” Mumm-Ra hissed back. Hoping that would satisfy the curious bugger. The mummy opened some of the drawers peering inside. Looking for some sort of weapon he could use, Lion-o’s guard was officially dropped, and what a better chance to be rid of him for good. He cringed, as he ransacked the drawer. Make up, hair combs. Shaving cream, he read the boxes, and could only surmise what some of this stuff was for. “Tampons?” What in the hell was that?” He said ripping open a paper cover. “Humm perhaps he could gag the lion with that? Thrust it right down his throat? About the right size. “Grrr,” He growled tossing the box back, then his eyes lit as he found a pair of long handled scissors. Holding it up as he watched the metal glimmer in the lighting. Sliding it on the cabinet, and wrapping the extra large towel around his body, sneakily hiding the weapon behind his back he slowly opened the door. To find the room darkened, except for a small lamp, at the corner of the lions bed. Lord Lion-o himself way laying, in the sheets his chest bare, and glowing in the warm soft light. “Come to bed beautiful,” The lion said patting the sheets for emphasis. In an instant, the mummies face went from satisfaction, to that of complete terror. Lion-o sat up on his arm, pointed towards the foot of the bed. “I got out your favorite night dress.” Mumm-Ra clenched his jaw tightly. “Just play along, and soon enough this over heated moron will be nothing but a memory.” He thought trying to comfort himself. He took the night gown off the bed lifting it over his head, letting it slide down over his curves; then dropping the towel, the scissors falling with at the bottom of the heap. Lion-o drew back the sheets, “Oh good lord!” Mumm-Ra spat, “Put some clothes on what are you advertising!” Lion-o sat stunned, then returned the sheet over his lap. “Ok Tara, talk to me? You have been acting really odd since earlier, what happened?” The mummy shook his head trying to get that sight of his arch enemy, laying butt naked out of his ever living head. Only it wasn’t working. What if I never return to my body, what If I’m forced to live as Tara for the rest of my immortal life. I’d fling myself from the nearest cliff before, that happened. He tried to reassure himself. Sighing deeply and plunked down on the edge of the bed, “Ok worse case scenario, I kill the Thundercats, and live as Tara- Ra, the ever living.” “Tara I asked you a question?” This time he pressing harder to get a answer. He latched his hand’s over Tara’s thin wrist. “ Woman, your scaring me.” “I’m just very tired….” The mummy said almost crying at this point, slowly leaning down next to Lion-o but making sure he didn’t touch him. “My head hurts.” He mumbled sinking into the kings soft fluffy pillow. Lion-o half smiled, “Ok beloved… ok.” He nested the woman up in the blanket, leaning over he gave the mummy a soft tender peck on the lips. Mumm-Ra gasped, and once again his eyes shot open. No.. NO.. he didn’t just kiss me, ohh no!!!. Cringing and revolting inwardly he tugged the blanket up over his head, silently vowing that when he woke, he’d cut the lions lips off for violating him like that. But right now he just didn’t’ have the energy for the fight. The real Tara, made her way right up to the front door of the Lair, as suspected, everything was locked down for the night. She was sure that some one was on guard in the command center, yet they didn’t respond when she tapped in her password letting herself inside. Good thing, that’s why they have pass words, and numbers to keep there home safe from intruders. The hybrid stepped inside, shutting and locking it as always. Quickly she hung up her new coat in the closet just off from the kitchen, and carried her sack full of lingerie down towards her bed chamber. Tara slipped unnoticed into the room heading straight for the shower, grinning and softly brushing the sleeping lion’s hair back from his face, she didn’t even notice the extra bump in the bed. Showering and changing into “Something more comfortable.” She applied lipstick, and a fresh plum of fragrance. She was ready to make that lion turned on more then ever before. All she needed now was the chocolates. Looking in the mirror she was very pleased at her new outfit, a short lacy see through burgundy teddy. Of course to her, she couldn’t see what the others did, because of Nammor’s spell. Tara finished up by lighting a few scented candles around the room, then hurried down to get a small tester of the chocolate. Setting the plate and the wine down on the side table and flicking on some romantic music. She crawled over the lion, her legs spread over his thighs, leaning down and waking him up with seductive nibbles, and bites, along his mouth, neck, ears, and chin. Lion-o was more asleep then awake, and he returned his wife’s affection with a deep throated, toe curing kiss. He moaned, and slowly opened his eyes. Ok… words just can not describe the lion’s horror when he woke up kissing and ancient decomposing mummy, who’s’ skin was still rotting; even after thousands of years, His breath was more foul then a rancid piece of meat. “SHIT!... What the FU…!!!” The lion hurled Tara off his lap, clambering off the edge of the bed hitting the floor with a bang. Taking table with him, crashing and yelling echoed down the hall. The lion gasped and clawed franticly at his lips, with trembling fingers. The lions eyes aflame with terror and confusion, as he slowly backed away trying to put some distance between him and the most frightening thing he had ever seen. Mumm-Ra in a nightie, his worm eaten bandages leaking out from the outfit. Not one person remained asleep the entire Lair was now awake hearing the uproar. Therja was the first one out of bed, he grabbed his Silver double bladed ax, rushing towards the disturbance. The real mummy heard the noise and bounded up out of the other side of the bed, staring now at himself. As the two turned, both screaming; one a high pitched shriek, and the other, a deep Aaaarrrrhhhh!” Lion-o finally managed gather some of his wits, as he grabbed towards the Sword of Omens, lifting it towards the Mummy. “Tara move away!” he ordered, ready to strike the invading creature. Only to his surprise, the mummy ran to him instead of away. “Lion-o that’s that’s ME!!” The mummy said pointing towards Tara. Lion-o flipped backwards to put more space between him and the ancient sorcerer, just as Therja bounded into the room, jaw dropped as he flicked on the lights. “Great hell!” Therja took hold of the lion’s hand to steady it. “Don’t shoot Lion-o.” Quickly analyzing what had occurred, and looking at the mummy dressed in a smutty night dress, things just added up. Lion-o was still shaking, obviously extremely up set. Standing off in the back ground was Tara, her hands crossed smugly over her chest, and a deep seeded scowl upon her usually patient face. Right behind Therja came Panthro, Leanna, Myra. Snarf, Tygra and the kittens. All forcing there way inside, with weapons drawn. “Stand down!” Therja ordered, slowly approaching the decrepit mummy. Who seemed almost as upset as Lion-o. “Tara?” Lady Leanna, plucked the lions robe off from the floor, wrapping it around his shoulders, “You ok Lion-o?” She questioned, softly. Helping him cover up his very exposed, body. The lion shook his head, not being able to talk he was still in shock. Now sticking out his tongue and wiping it off franticly with his hands. “Yes its me!” The mummy spat, “But who and the hell is that?” She said again pointing towards the hybrid in the corner. Therja scratched his head, “Well, were a bit confused, you see you don’t look like Tara. You…..” The mummy arching a brow. “What?” he looked down. “I look fine!” she said snottily. Therja glanced back to the others, wondering if he should tell her the truth. “Well if your Tara, then that makes you…. Mumm-Ra? I presume?” Panthro said, lifting his Nun chucks towards the hybrid in the corner. “Oh very cleaver, you brainless imbeciles.” The woman growled. “Tara… you and Mumm-Ra have exchanged bodies, we see you as a bag of bones, and well, he’s you.” Panthro said as honestly as he could, cringing at the sight of Mumm-Ra in sexy undies. This was so going to ruin him for life. The real Tara looked down at her hands, not seeing anything different. “I… see me, as me.” She said knowing her friends would not lie, and that would explain the lions reaction to her when she was perched on his lap. “You did this!” Tara screamed. “Turn me back now!” Mumm-Ra shook his head. “I’m powerless as well.” He huffed, “Don’t you think that if I had my magic, all of you would have been dead now?” “What are you saying?” Tara said now frantic with thoughts. “I’m saying you, oversexed she cat.. That I didn’t do it., and I have no way to return us back. You presume, I have had fun pretending to be you!” The creature glared. “Lion-o try the sword, see if it can change them back.” Tygra suggested, moving into the room; picking up some of the broken glass. “Just wait one second.” Therja said inching closer to Tara in the body of the mummy, “I’m sorry Tara but your going to terrorize the kittens,” He said pulling off the woman’s clothes, and leaving just the usual bandages, then flinging the burgundy nightie towards the bed Tara gasped trying to cover up her body with her hands, thinking she was standing there naked. “Don’t worry.” Therja winked, “Your fully er bandaged.” Lion-o sat at the head of the council table, rubbing his throbbing head. For hours now they had been trying to come up with a plan. Especially after the failed attempt with the Sword of Omens, into restoring Mumm-Ra and his mate. Now he was just was plum out of ideas. The rest of the nobles, and Mumm-Ra sitting bewildered. “Damn you Mumm-Ra!” Tara hissed pointing her long bony finger towards him, and with the other slamming her palm into the table. “You quit fondling me!” Lion-o rolled his eyes. For hours now the two had been at it. Fighting and lashing out at each other. The mummy was making every attempt he could to annoy the hybrid by running his hands over his chest into his cleavage and grinning. Mumm-Ra retorted with “Damn she cat you’re a hideous mess.” Knowing full well that would drive her over the edge, she valued her looks over just about everything. Tara pounced on the table slid across the smooth surface , and latched her decomposing hands around the mummies neck. “I doubt your immortal now!” She seethed trying to choke the life right out of him. Mumm-Ra flailed back in his seat crashing backwards with the snarling woman tight to his neck. “Get her off.” The mummy rasped. Lion-o and Therja both jumped to there feet, carefully prying Tara’s blue fleshed hands from the mummy. “Tara hun, killing him will not help you get back to where you belong. And trust me, I so want you too.” Tara nodded reluctantly sniffled and dusted herself off, wrapping her arms tightly around Lion-o’s waist; burring her head in his arms. Lion-o winced, and softly pat her back. Cringing again at the thoughts of the kiss that happened earlier. Panthro couldn’t help but try to force back a chuckle at that sight. “Hara.. Gappa!” Mumm-Ra spat standing back up. Tara spun answering with a curse back at him in her native tongue. Again they grumbled between each other, in ancient Egyptian. This is not getting anything accomplished you too. “Mumm-Ra what is the last thing you remember before you, changed bodies?” Lion-o said trying to put some space between the battlers. “You mean besides loathing you Thundercats with every breath in my body?” He scowled, still not believing he was actually trying to help them figure this out. But he missed his magic, missed all of his powers. Heck he even felt homesick for his pathetic hound Ma-Mutt. Lion-o snorted, and placed his arms disapprovingly across his big chest. “Yes besides that.” He said sarcastically. “I was watching Tara in the Burbles market, shopping.” The mummy lifted up his chair plunking down in the seat. “You know I hate you right Tara?” Tara cocked her head scowling with those devilish beady red eyes. “You know perhaps I don’t want my old body back, I believe I’m liking it just fine where I am.” Mumm-Ra said grinning with Tara’s beautiful lips and looking so sinister, in his thoughts. “Ohh no you don’t!” Tara growled back. “Who says? I think Lion-o was growing rather attached to me in his home and his bed, if you hadn’t shown up there was no telling what could have happened.” The mummy winked at Lion-o. Lion-o started waggling his finger, ready to snap but the wizard continued his ranting. “By the way Thunderbitch, did you happen to try if you had my magic or not?” He said almost laughing that no one else had even thought to ask her that. Tara’s jaw dropped open. “How do I?” Mumm-Ra neared Tara, moving directly behind her and latching his female arms around his old body. “Just relax.” He said intertwining hands. “Feel it, seek it out. You will feel a great tingling sensation if you do.” Leanna got nervous about this, and placed her hand on Panthro’s arm. “I don’t like this.” She said worrying that if they were bonded, perhaps Mumm-Ra could use his magic to make things worse, right now he was relatively subdued because he had no power, but that could change in a instant. Tara breathed deeply a few times, closing her eyes, trying to feel. She stood there silent for the longest time. “Wait….” Tara gasped. “I still have my Doomgaze, I still have my sixth sense.. Your not me… I’m me!” She said shocked. “What!” The mummy roared, “That’s not possible.” Tara turned and smacked the mummy on the chest. Pushing him backwards. “Now I’ll show you magic!” she grinned, Slowly spinning at first and increasing speed, faster, faster, until she was no more then a blur. She stopped her eyes now opened glowing amber. Her trance was working, and a vision sent her soaring through the Lair and towards the black Pyramid. She gasped seeing an Ancient God, wandering the halls of his home. “I see …. A gryphon like creature with great golden wings, Laughing at our torment. He did this, he did all of it!” “Nooooooooo!” The mummy wailed “Nummor!” He hunched over the table, “I should have guessed.” Therja caught Tara as she fell weekend by her vision. “So… you know this creature?” He questioned lifting the once beautiful woman into his arms, and settling her down in a chair to recuperate. “Unfortunately yesssss.” He said almost defeated now. Nammor scowled as he loomed into Mumm-Ra’s magical cauldron to see that now, the jig was up. They knew he had did this and where he was. He cringed. Old bandaged butt had never been that clever so quickly. His golden eyes dropped to the woman. “She has great powers. Could become extremely powerful given the opportunity.” He stared in wonderment towards Tara. Nammor shook his golden feathers wondering what he should do now. It was obvious soon they would all be on there way here, to confront him. He shrugged. “But why wait?” With another powerful flick of his ancient wings he disappeared. Leaving Ma-Mutt still snoozing on the floor, none the wiser. “Snarf, you and the Thunderkittens stay here. While the rest of us head towards the black pyramid. Hopefully this creature can be reasoned with, without a fight.” Lord Lion-o said in his most regal voice. Mumm-Ra turned scowling, not believing what he was hearing. “Oh please you actually think that you can reason with a god? You’re such a idiot Lion-o. To bad your brains aren’t the size of your hair, or perhaps you might get something accomplished.” He scooted towards Lion-o looking upwards peering into his eyes. “The only way you can get your precious Tara’s body back it to kill him.” The mummy tried to be ever so charming. “Trust me, He will never give up or let us free.” Lion-o took a deep breath stepping away from Mumm-Ra. “That is not an option.” He said sternly. Lion-o’s blue gray slate uniform, shone brightly under the lights as he turned towards the other Thundercats. “Tara what do you know of this creature?” Tara, glanced slowly up from her thoughts, “All I know is legends, myths.” She smiled, only her decomposing lips curled showing off those rancid yellow teeth instead of her usually pleasant smile. The Lion cringed and shuttered at the sight, he couldn’t help not too. Therja saw the effect the lion’s disgust had upon Tara, and her back slumped pathetically, her head drooped. “Its not you Tara… its not.” The liger tried to comfort her with a palm at her bony shoulder. A deep creaking sound began to echo in the room, then a giant gryphon slowly materialize from out of no where, as it perched upon the circular counsel table. Laying down and grinning every so cockily. Every alarm in the Lair rang out, which only added to the confusion. Snarf, went bolting from the room scurrying and slipping towards the command center to go warn the other Thundercats, at the tower of omens. The other nobles jumped into battle mode quickly with drawing their weapons and surrounding the table. Lion-o quickly withdrew the Sword of Omens from its shield at his hip. “Nammor I presume?” He said leery of this odd creature. Yet at the same time realizing that, although the rest of the lair was on alert because of his intrusion, the mighty blade which allowed him the power of sight beyond sight; had yet to moan in worry. The gryphon unfurled his large wings sleepily, stretching out on top of the table. “Correct Lord Lion-o.” The ancient’ mutant said in a deep haunting voice. “So your what caused all this trouble?” Panthro snorted, “You look rather like a deformed pigeon that needs to be plucked.” He began to twirl his Nun chucks over his head, then slapped them underneath his arm pit ready for the gryphon’s next move. Kit and Kat quickly dislodged there pellets of mayhem getting ready to fling them. Nummor let out a chucking laugh. “This is more fun then I have had in years.” Through the corner of his eye he saw Mumm-Ra slink off towards the door trying to escape as quickly and as quietly as possible. Lion-o motioned towards the other nobles to stand down but be ready. “Aw but where are you going mummsie?” The Gryphon said snidely lifting up his palm. “You’re the guest of honor at this party don’t you know.” The mummy froze, as he was lifted up into the air with unforeseen hands. Spinning round and round like a top until finally he stopped, dangling just inches from the gryphon’s face. “Do you know why this happened to you?” Lammor snarled. “For you to torture me as always, what else!” Mumm-Ra snapped back, his stomach queasy from all the twirling. “No, no… Torturing you is just the tip of the proverbial iceberg. However teaching you a lesson was just so much more fun. So you like being a women? Being that woman?” He pointed towards Tara. Who stood curiously dumbfounded, in the mummy’s old carcass. “It had its good points.” The mummy sneered, as he lied through his teeth, not wanting the creature to know truly how miserable he had been. “Liar!” Lammor roared with laughter. “Give me my magic back and we will settle this face to face.” Mumm-Ra answered back. The gryphon merely shook his bird like face. “I think not.” Finally Tara piped up moving closer to the god and tenderly laying a hand upon his wing. “Lammor please, I cant stay looking like this forever.” She said almost pleading with the god. “Oh no beautiful hybrid, none of this was to torment you. If I had wished that, I would have made you simply switch bodies, instead of just giving you his appearance.” He returned his attention back to the dangling priest in a woman’s body. “How shame full, the mighty Mumm-Ra, the scourge of Third Earth; Peeing in pots, and kissing and snuggling with his enemies.” Everyone couldn’t help but laugh as the devil priest’s face lit bright scarlet. “Nothing to say?… Humm that’s different.” The gryphon stood his long lion tail flicking behind him. Bounding off of the table and clawing his way closer to Tara. The hybrid took a few steps back to give this overwhelmingly large creature some room. His bird like face lowered, and his wings rose. “I free you Tara, from my magical illusion.” Tara let out a sigh, as a tingling sensation glazed over her body. The rest of the nobles let out joyous sounds of relief. When the mummy’s ancient body seamed to disintegrate, and once again the familiar hybrid stood in its place. Tara ran her hands over her body just feeling that everything was in its place. “I’m me?” Lion-o bolted towards Tara lifting her up in his arms, and swinging her around excitedly. “Yes. You are.” He said grinning from ear too ear. Lion-o turned his attention back to Lammur. “Thank you so much.” He said putting Tara down and half way bowing towards the great creature to honor him. The gryphon lowered his head in return. The other Thunderian’s rushed over with wide open arms to give the hybrid a well deserved hug. “What about me, you feather coated mongrel!” Mumm-Ra hissed. Nammor snorted and turned back towards the ancient priest still trapped in a woman’s body. Pondering for a few more moments he grinned. ‘I just think you should remain like that for a few months see how you like it.” He smirked. “Should teach you a bit of female sympathy, as well as humility.” Mumm-Ra’s eyes lit furious. “No.. you cant you just cant!” “I can and I will.” The gryphon said bound and determined upon the devil priest punishment. “However you can’t go around looking like Tara, you could cause a bit too much trouble confusing people.” His paw raised, transforming, the mummy’s features one more time, into a blonde short, stout, woman, with very plump features. “Aww aren’t you lovely.” The gryphon cackled, as he was answered with a horde of grumbling screaming curses from the ancient devil priest. Stuff that even made Lord Lion-o’s cheeks blush with embarrassment. Lammor turned winking mischievously towards the group of Thunderians gathered around him. His eight foot long wings rose towards the heavens flapping, then the two vanished just as quickly as they had appeared. Leaving with him a room full of golden feathers, that slowly drifted down towards the floor. “Well that was something you don’t see every day.” Panthro said grinning, and chuckling. A big pleased grin firmly planted on Lord Lion-o’s lips. “Oh I’m just so grateful its over, and that things are back to the way they should be.” A rush of commotion came from behind as Bengalli, Lynx-o and Pumyra came bolting into the counsel room. “Wow.” The white tiger said growling at the state of the room, and the rain of glimmering feathers. “What happed some ones pillow exploded?” He said replacing back his mighty weapon into the halter at his chest. Pumyra stood her hands firmly placed at her hips. “Some one want to explain what’s going on, and