Double Trouble



       “On the last thrilling episode of Thundercats, as Mumm-Ra the ever living scurried away from the battleground, tail between his legs, following a fierce clash with Lion-O and the mighty sword of Omens, he vowed vengeance yet again! With a heart full of malice, he wasted no time in concocting his most diabolical scheme yet, aimed at crushing the Thundercats once and for all!
       Join us now as the valiant Thundercats embark on another perilous quest, battling for their very survival in this extraordinary escapade!”
       
“DOUBLE TROUBLE”

Written By
ARTURO WOLFF
       
       After a relentless battle and tireless efforts, our valiant warriors, Lion-O, Cheetara, Panthro, Tygra, Wilykat, Wilykit, and Snarf, could finally find solace and respite within the walls of the majestic Cats Lair. The air was filled with a sense of accomplishment and relief as they basked in the glory of their latest triumph against the nefarious Mumm-Ra.
       The Cats Lair, their sacred haven, stood tall and proud, a testament to their unwavering determination and unwavering spirit. Its towering structure, adorned with ancient symbols and mystical artifacts, served as a constant reminder of their duty to protect the Thunderians’ legacy.
       Within the lair’s walls, the warriors found themselves surrounded by a comforting aura, a sanctuary where they could momentarily escape the perils of their perilous world. The tension that had gripped their hearts for so long began to dissipate, replaced by a newfound sense of tranquillity.
       Lion-O, the fearless leader, took a moment to reflect on their recent victory. His eyes, once filled with determination and battle-hardened resolve, now sparkled with a glimmer of contentment. He knew that their relentless pursuit of justice had paid off, at least for the time being.
       Cheetara, the agile and wise warrior, gracefully stretched her limbs, revelling in the freedom of movement that had been denied to her during their countless battles. Her keen senses, always alert to danger, now allowed her to fully appreciate the serenity that enveloped the Cats Lair.
       Panthro, the mighty and skilled mechanic, reclined in his favourite chair, his massive arms crossed over his chest. The weight of his responsibilities seemed to momentarily lift from his broad shoulders as he indulged in a well-deserved moment of relaxation.
       Tygra, the cunning and resourceful strategist, leaned against a wall, his mind finally free from the constant calculations and tactical planning that had consumed him. He allowed himself a rare smile, savouring the taste of victory and the prospect of a day without worry.
       Wilykat and Wilykit, the mischievous and agile twins, scampered around the lair, their laughter echoing through the halls. Free from the constraints of battle, they revelled in the simple joys of youth, their mischievous antics bringing a light-heartedness to the atmosphere.
       And Snarf, the loyal and devoted companion, purred contentedly as he curled up in one of the hall’s chairs.
       —Peace again, hopefully this one last longer than last time. —Claimed Panthro—.
       —Hahaha! —Everyone else laughed—.
       —With Mumm-Ra still alive you can only count on him striking back. —Lion-O mocked his enemy—.
       —Then we’ll be there to put an end to his new evil plans! Bam! Plam! —Wilykit punched the air while jumping on the table like a gymnast—.
       —Why don’t you use that energy to play for a while with your brother Wilykit? And take Snarf with you; I don’t want him getting any fatter. —Tygra joked arround—.
       Once again everyone laughed.
       —Nyaarf! Who are you calling fat?! I am in top fighting conditions I let you know!
       Snarf pretended to fight too, but his big body only helped him lose balance and fall on his back.
       —Nyaarf Snarf!
       —Come on Snarf, time to get you in shape! —Wilykit jumped close to him, grabbing him like you grab a cat (a fat one)—.
       —I’ll catch you later. —Said Wilykat—. I need to restock our colour bombs first.
       —Well said Wilykat. —Lion-O replied—. But Tygra is right, we should relax while we can.
       —Sure thing Lion-O! I’ll play with them after I’m done! —Wilykat ran deeper in the lair until only his footsteps were heard—.
       —A Thunderian always keeps their promises, Wilykit. So, feel free to start without him. —Cheetara pushed Wilykit with her words—.
       Outside the Cats Lair, Wilykit and Snarf wasted not a moment, embarking on a grand adventure of playful practice and cunning exercises. These cleverly disguised games were designed to hone their skills and sharpen their wits, all while having a jolly good time.
       But deep within the mysterious realm of Third Earth, the wicked Mumm-Ra was already concocting his nefarious plans. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he summoned forth a mystical projection using a peculiar blue crystal perched upon an ancient pedestal. Had he already hatched a diabolical scheme, even before the ink had dried on his previous plot?
       —Those pesky Thundercats! This time there will be only defeat for them, and victory for the great Mumm-Ra the ever living! Muahahaha!
       In this projection he was able to glance at the outskirts of the Cats Lair, where he was able to see Wilykit and Snarf playing arround, the fat Snarf could barely catch his breath as she kept pushing him to run and jump arround.
       —Come on Snarf! You can do better than that!
       —Oh… Snarf… Why do I have this luck? Nyaarf.
       —Because every time you are the first to get caught! And Lion-O has to rescue you afterwards!
       —Narf… narf… narf… —The poor Snarf couldn’t breathe at all from so much exercise—.
       In the distance, Ma-Mutt lurked within the foliage, his eyes ablaze with an ominous crimson glow. It was evident that he served as the nefarious Mumm-Ra’s watchful sentinel, peering upon their every move from the sanctuary of his secret lair. Through this enigmatic bond, Mumm-Ra possessed the ability to issue commands to Ma-Mutt, swiftly setting him into motion.
       — Their arrogance shall be their undoing! — Mumm-Ra bellowed with wicked delight.—. If I can pursue them, one by one, triumph shall finally be mine! Ma-Mutt! That poor rat seems too tired! I am sure he could use a treat! Fetch him to me!
       The evil dog got to work and started to gather all kind of berries, blue, red, green and yellow –all in a pile to harness their combined smell and attract the sensitive nose of little Snarf.
       —Nyaarf! What is that smell? —Snarf was distracted right away—.
       While Wilykit’s attention was elsewhere, Snarf swiftly sprinted towards the leafy hideout, where Ma-Mutt had diligently collected a bountiful harvest of berries.
       —Snarf! These berries look delicious! Snarf! Nyaarf! How dare Wilykit make me do all that exercise with an empty stomach!
       Without a moment to spare, he voraciously devoured this peculiar banquet, unaware of the lurking danger. Unbeknownst to Snarf, Ma-Mutt emerged from the shadows, poised to strike. Alas, it was too late for our friend, for Mumm-Ra, employing an old, wicked trick, unleashed an insidious mind-controlling spell through his malevolent canine companion. As Snarf’s eyes glowed with a sinister crimson hue, his fate was sealed. Snarf was now under the controlling powers of Mumm-Ra!
       —AH Snarf! It’s-! —Were the last words uttered by Snarf—.
       —Fetch me Wilykit; Snarf. Bring her to Ma-Mutt so I can put her under my spell too! —The voice of Mumm-Ra was heard from a distance, part of his mind control—.
       —Snarf! Yes, my lord Mumm-Ra the ever living. —Snarf walked outside of the bushes with a really slow pace, almost zombie-like—.
       I didn’t take long before Wilykit noticed Snarf was not where he was supposed to, and even less to realize his current location at the border between the forest and the Cats Lair. Hastily walking towards him with an angry frown.
       —f you were as fast at escaping as you are at avoiding exercise, we wouldn’t have to save you all the time, Snarf. —She complained—.
       Without a sound, Snarf swiftly leaped back into the dense foliage. Wilykit paid little mind to his sudden disappearance, assuming he was merely playing another game of hide-and-seek. Little did she know, Snarf’s actions were far more significant this time. As she leaned closer to the bushes, expecting to find Snarf, she was instead met with the piercing gaze of Ma-Mutt. His eyes locked onto hers, captivating her like a mystical sphinx, instantly ensnaring her within Mumm-Ra’s wicked spell.
       Meanwhile, within the dark confines of Mumm-Ra’s ominous black pyramid, the villainous sorcerer revealed in his devious plan. It appeared to be unfolding flawlessly, as long as he could transport Snarf and Wilykit to his lair undetected. If he succeeded in this clandestine endeavour, Lion-O and his comrades would be powerless to save them. With the vast expanse of Third Earth at his disposal, Mumm-Ra relished the thought of hunting down his enemies one by one. Having previously pitted them against each other, a scheme that ultimately led to his downfall, he now aimed to eliminate them swiftly whenever the opportunity presented itself.
       —Bring them back to me! Ma-Mutt! —He ordered—. And don’t let those pesky Thundercats see you!
       Aided with magic, Ma-Mutt did as he was told and the three of them made haste back to the black pyramid –while back at the Cats Lair, the Thundercats were oblivious to this and Wilykat was still working on his bombs. Not that it mattered much when our unlucky prisoners lacked the ability to cry for help.
       And so, in a flash, Wilykit and Snarf, accompanied by Ma-Mutt, appeared. Mumm-Ra wasted no time and swiftly captured them both, but this time –he would not take any chances.
       First, he compelled Snarf to step into a tiny cell; resembling a birdhouse, just large enough for him to fit inside and too small for any movement, even if he dared to try. However, with Wilykit, he was more forceful –even in his feeble state, a dormant and submissive cub could not resist.
       Instead of a cage, he shackled her to a peculiar stone bed that floated around, granting him complete control over his captive’s position –whether standing or lying down at his command. To prevent any possibility of escape, each hand and foot was stretched to the utmost, pointing towards every corner of this levitating slab.
       He had done it! As long as he could hunt the rest individually, this time the Sword of Omens was going to be his for sure; and the Thundercats would be no more!
       Mumm-Ra could barely believe himself, and even basked in the pleasure of the moment by teasing Wilykit’s unconscious consciousness.
       —Poor little kitten, how long until your stupid friends notice your absence? —He said in a pitiful tone while petting her—.
       Wilykit’s small and agile frame trembled under Mumm-Ra’s touch. His hands roamed over her soft fur, caressing every inch of her body, an average height for a child, with a slender build that only added to her allure. Her fur, a light brown with lighter patches, was well-groomed and gave her a clean and attractive appearance that Mumm-Ra couldn’t resist.
       Her head was adorned with a wild mop of unruly hair, reddish orange with a black stripe and overall shaped like a flame from a small candle. Her large, expressive red eyes were now numbed down by the spell, but they still held a hint of their usual mischievousness. Wilykit’s small nose twitched as she tried to suppress a moan.
       Her outfit, a one-shoulder dress in blue and pink with the Thundercats’ logo centred in the chest. The dress clung to her curves, revealing just enough to tantalize Mumm-Ra. A belt around her waist carried small items and tools, but they were now empty, as she was “off duty” and at Mumm-Ra’s mercy.
       As Mumm-Ra’s fingers trailed down her skin, Wilykit’s dress began to slip, revealing more of her soft, supple skin. She couldn’t help but arch her back, pressing herself closer to Mumm-Ra’s touch. She was his to command, and he relished in the power he held over her. Little did he know, Wilykit’s inner fire was about to ignite, and she was ready to fight back against his insatiable desires.
       But Mumm-Ra remained oblivious to the growing rebellion within her. Instead, he raised the stone slab, causing her delicate dress to cascade to the ground, leaving her exposed and vulnerable. The cool air caressed her bare skin, causing her nipples to harden in response. Without wasting a moment, he swiftly removed her belt, leaving her gloriously naked before him, a vision of untamed beauty.
       Yet, there was still one nagging concern that plagued his mind. Ma-Mutt, his loyal companion, lingered nearby, observing the twisted pleasure Mumm-Ra derived from his captive. Taking advantage of the situation, revealing in the power he held over her.
       —Ma-Mutt! —Mumm-Ra commanded, his voice dripping with authority—.Return to the Cats Lair and keep a watchful eye. Inform me immediately if anyone grows suspicious or dares to search for them!
       Without a moment’s hesitation, Ma-Mutt obeyed his master’s orders, scurrying off towards the Thundercat’s Lair. Mumm-Ra’s attention returned to the imprisoned Wilykit, his withered fingers tracing a path from her heaving chest down to her most intimate core. He cared not for the roughness of his touch, for he was lost in his own desires. Little did he know, his cruel actions inadvertently shattered the spell that bound her, awakening the strength within her soul.
       Wilykit’s true self emerged from the depths of her being, breaking free from the chains of mind control. The instinct to survive surged through her veins, igniting a fierce determination to fight back against her captor.
       Her first shift was of rage, right away trying to break free –her body trying to contort to any side or position but barely moving, her second shift was of fear –yelling a request for help.
       —Stop touching me! Mumm-Ra! You’ll Pay for this! —Wilykit ordered with rage—.
       —Ah! —Mumm-Ra’s movements stuttered for an instant—. How dare you! To sleep cat!
       Mumm-Ra tried to cast his spell again, but Wilykit’s wit was on her side this time as her body fought for survival. Screaming and panting as she tried to break the magical shackles unsuccessfully. Tired of all the noise he instead muffled her with yet another spell –now all her screams would not be heard to those arround. And her spasms only worsen her torture as Mumm-Ra kept taking advantage of her, now pushing his fingers deep inside to cause her pain.
       That’s when her third shift of mood began, as she now plunged into sadness, trying to look arround to see if anyone would save her. Soon all she had left was the freedom to cry.
       —You will remain captive here Wilykit! And I, Mumm-Ra the ever living will feast on your body until your youth withers and your heart breaks!
       In the depths of his depraved yearnings, Mumm-Ra, driven by a sinister hunger, employed his second hand to fervently caress her delicate peaks, mercilessly contorting and exerting pressure upon them. As his tongue ravished her bosom with a predator’s ravenous fervour, a peculiar juxtaposition unfolded before their eyes –a decrepit elder and a youthful child, their disparate statures granting him unhindered access to exploit her in whichever manner he pleased. Helpless and vulnerable, Wilykit could only press her trembling form against the frigid surface, seeking solace amidst the chilling embrace.
       As the scene shifted back to the Cats Lair, Wilykat was on the hunt for his missing comrades, Wilykit and Snarf. Despite scouring the forest’s perimeter, they were nowhere to be found. All that remained was a faint remnant of Ma-Mutt’s initial trap. But before he could make sense of it all, Wilykat fell victim to the same wicked spell that had befallen his friends. Ma-Mutt had commanded him to venture into the treacherous wilderness towards the ominous dark pyramid. And this time, the treacherous mutt remained behind, poised to ensnare anyone who dared to investigate further.
       Once Wilykat had ventured deep into the treacherous depths of Mumm-Ra’s lair, ensnared by the sinister clutches of mind control, he found himself compelled to willingly surrender to yet another one of the ominous slabs. However, Mumm-Ra himself remained disinterested in the feline warrior, his attention drifting to Wilykit, devoid of even the faintest flicker of curiosity on him. Yet, it was Wilykit who yearned for salvation, her voice stifled by the wicked manipulation that held him captive.
       Desperately, she attempted to summon his name, her vocal cords straining against the invisible chains that bound her. She longed for him to awaken from this malevolent trance and rescue her from the clutches of darkness. But alas, her pleas fell upon deaf ears, for Mumm-Ra revelled in her helplessness, taunting her with a sadistic grin as his tongue caressed her delicate cheeks.
       In this twisted realm, no saviour would emerge to deliver her from this harrowing ordeal. The cruel reality settled upon her like a suffocating shroud, leaving her with no choice but to confront the impending darkness alone.
       —Don’t waste your breath, cat. Your friend cannot help you now.
       As Wilykit’s body trembled, her heart raced in her chest, the result of fear swirling within her. The air thickened with an undeniable tension, as Mumm-Ra’s desire consumed him, his primal instincts taking hold. The slab shifted down once again, now looking more so like a bed.
       With each passing moment, the weight of Mumm-Ra’s presence intensified, his dominance asserting itself over Wilykit’s fragile form. The once familiar slab transformed into a vessel of pleasure, a stage for his clandestine desires. As his scarlet robe slithered away, revealing his aged body, a shiver ran down Wilykit’s spine.
       Her eyes widened in disbelief as she beheld his member, slender yet commanding, standing tall and ready for the passionate symphony that was about to unfold. The knowledge of what was to come flooded her mind, Wilykit’s innocence clashed with the reality of the situation. The thought of Mumm-Ra, a figure of darkness and decay, seeking to claim her in this intimate act, sent waves of panic crashing through her.
       Wilykit’s delicate figure lay vulnerable beneath Mumm-Ra’s commanding presence, her body a canvas for his insatiable hunger. Her eyes simply closed once she knew it was time.
       Mumm-Ra’s desiccated member glided into the depths of Wilykit’s womanhood, causing her to wail in agony, yearning for this torment to dissolve into the realm of dreams. She longed to awaken in the sanctuary of her chambers, liberated from this nightmarish ordeal. Alas, this tale of terror was no figment of her imagination, but an unyielding reality. Mumm-Ra, consumed by his relentless pursuit of vanquishing the Thundercats, appeared devoid of any inclination to succumb to the darker depths of his wicked desires. However, akin to a feral creature held captive, it was only a matter of time before his primal instincts would surge forth, and Wilykit unwittingly became the catalyst that unleashed his savage nature.
       As their bodies entwined, Wilykit couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed by the sheer size of Mumm-Ra’s manhood. It was more than her petite frame could handle, but he didn’t seem to care. With each thrust, he could see a bulge forming on her stomach, and the sensation only added to his pleasure. Wilykit found herself moaning with discomfort as tears tried to come out of her once innocent eyes.
       As he forced a kiss upon her, Wilykit could taste the putrid saliva on his lips, feeling disgust. His member filled her tight, warm, and wet pussy –she couldn’t help but cry out while Mumm-Ra found pleasure on her suffering.
       —Cry all you want! Anyone who dares to try and save you will suffer the same fate as your friend, and that pesky pet of yours! —Mumm-Ra gazed on his victory—.
       —Snarf! Wilykat! Anyone, please help! —Her painful moans continued as her body grew weaker and weaker—.
       
       Mumm-Ra’s eyes burned with a fierce hunger as he gazed upon Wilykit’s supple form. Her screams were like a siren’s call, beckoning him closer and closer until he could feel the heat of her body against his own. He had waited for this moment for what felt like an eternity, his desire building with each passing second until it consumed him entirely.
       With a low growl, Mumm-Ra pressed his lips to Wilykit’s, his tongue exploring the depths of her mouth with a fierce intensity. He could feel her body trying to escape from his touch, her breath coming in short gasps as he trailed his fingers down her spine.
       As he kept penetrating her, Mumm-Ra felt a surge of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm him. He had never felt anything like this before, the sensation of Wilykit’s body wrapped tightly around him sending shivers down his spine. The overwhelming feeling of millions of years of abstinence.
       With each thrust, he felt himself growing closer and closer to the edge, his body aching with need as he drew closer and closer to the pinnacle of pleasure. And when he finally came, his shout of ecstasy echoed through the tomb, a triumphant cry that filled every corner of the room.
       Wilykit screamed with him, her body writhing beneath his powerful thrusts. She was filled to overflowing with his hot, sticky seed, her body quivering with unrequested pleasure as he continued to pump into her, his movements growing slower and more languid as he weakened from the effort.
       For Mumm-Ra, this was the ultimate victory, the culmination of years of longing and desire.
       —Feel the seed of Mumm-Ra the ever living! Rejoice!
       But Wilykit went silent, now her spirit broken and her innocence gone for ever.
       However, her piercing cries managed to reach her fellow felines, causing great concern within the sacred walls of the Cats Lair, especially Cheetara’s gut. The absence of their beloved companions left her in a state of worry, pondering if they had ventured too far and were now out of sight.
       —Lion-O, my concern grows. —Cheetara’s voice trembled—.
       —Fear not, Cheetara, for if any harm had befallen them, the sword of Omens would have alerted us by now. —Lion-O’s words offered solace—.
       —Why not venture forth and seek them out? I am certain it will assuage your unease. —Panthro suggested—. With your swiftness, the task shall be swift.
       Cheetara’s gut churned with a sense of distrust as she stepped outside, scanning the area for any sign of Wilykit, Wilykat, and Snarf. Meanwhile, Mumm-Ra was busy grooming himself, leaving Wilykit locked up in her cell. He retreated to his chambers, using Ma-Mutt’s eyes to keep tabs on the Thundercats’ every move.
       —Yes, Cheetara! Embark on your journey and succumb to the same fate, for you are just as suitable a victim for Mumm-Ra as Wilykit was… —He schemed silently—. Ah… but this vessel has already deteriorated… Ma-Mutt! Retrieve her!
       Realizing his decaying body had endured beyond its intended limits, Mumm-Ra stepped forth with unwavering determination to beseech the aid of the ancient spirits. With his arms raised high, he began to recite the age-old incantation, invoking the powers that had withstood the test of time.
       — Ancient spirits of evil, transform this decayed form to Mumm- Ra, the Ever-Living!
       The crimson glow engulfs Mumm-Ra’s form, revealing the ancient serpent symbols etched upon his body. Suddenly, a bolt of mystical lightning crashes down upon him, causing a profound transformation. In an instant, he is reborn into a mightier incarnation, towering above his previous self. His newfound strength radiates from every sinew, and his resilience becomes impenetrable.
       And in an unexpected twist of fate, Cheetara had succumbed to the enchantment, completely unaware of its impending grasp, as she pursued Wilykat’s elusive path. Little did she know that it would lead her straight into the clutches of the malevolent mutt. Determined to ensure that Cheetara’s newfound allegiance remained intact, they embarked on their journey back. Meanwhile, Mumm-Ra revelled in his imminent triumph over the Thundercats, relishing the thought of finally vanquishing them once and for all!
       As Ma-Mutt returned with Cheetara, Wilykit watched in despair as Cheetara too became a captive rock slab, there was no hope in her eyes as she had been enchanted like the others.
       Outside the prison, Mumm-Ra gave Ma-Mutt something as he had to make his way back to the Cats Lair to spy on the remaining members. A projection crystal for Lion-O so he could see what had really happened to his friends and a tease to make him act blind with rage; so, he too could be enchanted by his magic.
       Given Ma-Mutt his task; Mumm-Ra went to pay another visit to his captive enemies in order to wait for his arrival –since he knew well that by then the sword of Omens would warn Lion-O of the imminent danger. And it wasn’t until Mumm-Ra arrived to see his new prisoner that Wilykit’s anger ignited.
       —You evil creature! Leave her be! —Wilykit yelled at Mumm-Ra, then turned to Cheetara pleadingly—. Cheetara! Please wake up!
       Mumm-Ra laughed maniacally.
       —She can’t listen to you, at least not for now…
       Mumm-Ra brought the slab closer to Wilykit, Cheetara was in the same laid down position she was when he had his way with her; the moment she woke up. He was now touching Cheetara the same way he touched her.
       —But I am interested to see whose will is stronger. —He taunted—.
       
       Wilykit’s blood boiled with a mixture of fury and desperation as she watched Mumm-Ra’s twisted amusement. The sight of Cheetara, once a symbol of strength and grace, reduced to a lifeless zombie, was unbearable. Every fibre of Wilykit’s being screamed for justice, for a way to break the chains of enchantment that held her friend captive.
       With a surge of defiance, Wilykit lunged forward, her small frame trembling with rage.
       —You will pay for this, Mumm-Ra! I won’t let you get away with your vile acts!
       Mumm-Ra’s eyes gleamed with malicious delight as he revelled in Wilykit’s anger.
       —Oh, how delightful it is to witness your futile resistance, young Thunderian. Your feeble attempts to save your friend will only bring you more suffering.
       Ignoring Mumm-Ra’s taunts, Wilykit focused all her energy on Cheetara, desperately trying to reach her through the enchantment. She called out to her, her voice filled with a mixture of sorrow and determination. 
       —Cheetara, please, you have to fight this! Wake up! I need you!
       But Cheetara remained motionless, her eyes vacant and devoid of hope. It was as if her spirit had been crushed under the weight of Mumm-Ra’s dark magic. Wilykit’s heart sank, her hope dwindling with each passing moment.
       The memory of his vile actions towards her still fresh in her mind, she felt defeated as now Cheetara soon would become another victim of his lust.
       —No more… —Wilykit’s voice trembled—.
       During this confrontation, as predicted; the sword of Omens finally warned Lion-O, but when he asked for sight beyond sight what he saw was Ma-Mutt leaving the crystal on his doorstep and then flying away for the last time.
       Everyone worried in that moment, unaware of what Lion-O saw but knowing well it wasn’t something good. They tried to ask him, but he was too quick into running outside to even listen to their calls.
       He opened the door and saw the crystal lying on the ground; reacting to his touch, shining as it projected the insides of Mumm-Ra’s prison.
       It showed Snarf resting his cage; Wilykat dormant on a slab; and next to him Wilykit, with the light of her eyes gone and a hopeless stare as she rested upwards –naked, and a white liquid still dripping from her.
       It also showed Mumm-Ra, playing arround with Cheetara, teasingly touching her to provoke Wilykit. Tempted to strip her naked.
       But unlike with Wilykit, Mumm-Ra faced a formidable challenge when it came to unveiling the captivating beauty of Cheetara. Clad in a leotard that clung to her curves with an exquisite precision, it proved to be a garment that defied any attempt to be adjusted, no matter how fiercely she maneuverer on the battlefield. However, as he transformed into his heightened state of awakening, the fabric succumbed to his immense power, rending apart and shattering the Thundercat insignia that adorned her bosom, splitting it in two.
       Her more mature form exuded an irresistible allure, captivating Mumm-Ra’s senses. Her slender frame, adorned with vibrant hues of orange and yellow, was a sight to behold. The intricate markings that adorned her body and the flowing locks of her hair only added to her enchantment. Notably, her breasts had blossomed, granting him a more substantial hold as his hands explored their contours, leaving him intoxicated with desire.
       But as he reached out to touch her womanhood, she quickly regained her composure the same way Wilykit did before, reacting to her imprisonment with violence. 
       —Uh?!... —She tried to move but couldn’t, only slightly curving her body—. Mumm-Ra! What twisted plan is this?!
       Mumm-Ra sneered, his eyes narrowing in anger.
       —You may resist me now, Cheetara, but soon you will see that I am the only one who can give you what you truly desire. You will beg for my touch, and I will make you mine. Just like I did with your friend Wilykit!
       But Cheetara only laughed, her voice ringing out like a challenge.
       —You underestimate me, Mumm-Ra. I am stronger than you think, and I will never bow to your will. You may have torn my clothes, but you will never break my spirit.
       —We’ll see about that! —Mumm-Ra laughed—.
       Feeling enticed by a more cunning adversary, he abandoned all preliminary seduction and dalliance he had engaged in with Wilykit, and instead dove headfirst into the grand spectacle. And just like before, he ascended the platform and positioned himself atop Cheetara, a more formidable member protruding from Mumm-R’s loins, robust and lengthy, a clear difference compared to his decaying common form. Cheetara attempted to close her thighs in vain, for the restraints remained as unyielding as ever. She endeavoured to intimidate him by thrusting her bosom towards him, yet her limited mobility rendered it a futile expenditure of energy. Ultimately, she sought to escape his grasp, but her body was already ensnared by the ropes, leaving her powerless.
       He rejoiced in the challenge she presented, her strength and agility making her a more satisfying conquest than Wilykit’s, but what came short after was far more disappointing.
       The instant he stopped playing games with her, and started to penetrate her defenceless body with force, Cheetara’s will broke in an instant; almost starting to cry from shame. Being seen like that by Wilykit; Wilykat and Snarf, even when the last two were still under the enchantment was too much for her to handle, as her last thoughts went to Lion-O.
       Lion-O’s eyes widened in utter disbelief, his jaw dropping as he witnessed the unfolding spectacle before him. The shocking revelation left him speechless, unable to muster even the slightest reaction. Panthro and Tygra rushed to his side, their expressions mirroring his own astonishment, as they too beheld the unimaginable sight that the sword of omens had foretold. None of them could have anticipated the sinister plot concocted by Mumm-Ra, and the horrifying truth that now lay bare before their very eyes was simply too overwhelming to bear.
       Mumm-Ra was well aware of their presence, despite the absence of a second projection on his end. His own magic emanated from the crystal, giving him an unmistakable sense of their watchful eyes, Mumm-Ra wasted no time teasing them as he knew well they could hear him through this astral magic. 
       —Resistance is futile, Thunderians! —He bellowed triumphantly—. I have already taken your youngest, and now I shall claim your oldest as well! Behold the power of Mumm-Ra, the ever living!
       Cheetara’s anguished plea for Lion-O’s aid only served to fuel Mumm-Ra’s malevolent glee. But little did he know, the Thundercats were not so easily defeated. Lion-O would stop at nothing to save his people and put an end to Mumm-Ra’s reign of terror once and for all.
       —Lion-O! Please, save us! —Cheetara cried for help as he tried not to moan from the pain—.
       As our wicked antagonist continued to thrust into her, his sinister chuckle grew louder and more menacing. He relished in the power he held over her, knowing that he was pushing the boundaries of her delicate femininity with each relentless movement.
       She tried to resist him, but his awe-inspiring size and strength were too much for her to handle. She felt herself being consumed by his dark desires, unable to escape his grasp.
       Mumm-Ra continued to dominate her. She couldn’t help but wonder how she, as well as the others, had ended up in this situation. Everyone being able to sense danger and yet no one acted upon it in time; sealing their fate.
       And now, his presence had imprinted upon her, leaving an indelible mark on her body and soul. The intensity of their connection was etched deep within her, a testament to the overwhelming power he possessed over her. As the Thundercats stood helplessly by, their eyes fixated on the scene unfolding before them, Mumm-Ra unleashed his wicked desire upon her, filling her with his scorching essence. The memory of this forbidden encounter would forever be etched in her mind, a reminder of the terrible hold he had over her, a hold that no force could break.
       The Thundercats, once her allies and protectors, now seemed distant and insignificant in comparison to the overwhelming presence of Mumm-Ra. Their eyes, filled with a mixture of anger and sadness, could do nothing to shield her.
       As time passed, the memory of their encounter will become a haunting presence in her mind. Whispering to her in the dead of night, reminding her of the pain she had experienced at his hands.
       But as the Thundercats watched on, seeing Mumm-Ra dispose of her used body to the side, their minds switched to Wilykit; who surely went through the same terrible fate Cheetara had, and even though they didn’t see it, they could assume it as a fact –being right in doing so after all.
       Lion-O’s temper broke apart as a surge of anger rested on his heart after seeing such terrible deed, his grasp on the sword of Omens’ grip; tight as his strength allowed him. Panthro and Tygra trying to think this through to come up with a plan, but ultimately succumbing to their rage as they wished the worst harm upon the evil mummy.
       All hope for them was lost when Lion-O simply dropped the crystal, allowing it to break apart when it touched the ground; and ran towards the dark temple of Mumm-Ra.
       Panthro and Tygra tried to warn him and stop him, but he was blinded by his feelings as he started to penetrate into the deep forest. He was decided to save them and wasn’t going to waste any more time.
       The other two tried to cool down their heated rage to think it through but their efforts were almost in vain. They could only think of the ThunderClaw as their minds focused on getting there as fast as possible and maybe catch up with Lion-O in the process, hoping it wasn’t too late.
       Why didn’t the sword tell them about Snarf, Wilykit, or Wilykat’s kidnapping? Why until it was too late did it warn them about Cheetara?
       All three of them were asking themselves these questions over and over as the regret of their arrogance burned on them.
       
       
       “In the next episode of Thundercats: Mumm-Ra rejoices on the victory over the Thundercats after so many defeats; sure that this will be the time for their final battle and his ever-alluring destiny of conquest draws near. Never before had the Thundercats have to confront such evil actions and wicked cruelty from anyone. Will this finally break their spirits? Will evil finally reign Third Earth?!”
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