Author's Note:
Hi everybody, it's the New Mandalord. Your lord and master. I command thee to read this declaimer so that I don't get in trouble... again.
First, for all the copyright nazis out there, I OWN NOTHING! Nathan, Zilch, Nada-a-thing concerning the Thundercats or Archie Sonic comics. Wish I could... but lets it face it, I can't. I already got in a fight with the show's creator. So lets not go through that again.
So as you can see that I'm still going on the Thundercats fandom that I created. Meaning Lion-O is an Emperor, Cheetara is his Empress and very horny wife, and Tygra is very much dead. Seriously! I found his body and grounded it up into hamburger meat. Fuuko, and all those other Tichee fans out there, you really think those burgers were made out of beef?
Special thanks to Fuuko no Miko for reading and editing.
So…without further ado, or in my case, further ranting on how I made people eat tiger burgers, I humbly present for your consideration... NOTHING BUT PUR UN-ALDULTERATED SMUT!
I am going to Hell for this...
It's like it had never been built before, and would never be built again. The secrets of its construction dated before the foundation of the Universal Republic, its' immense golden form was crafted by engineers' long dead, long before the Mandalorians ever mastered space flight.
The hull of the ship was many kilometers long, its' upper surface bristling with weapons and sensory domes, trailing directional vanes like feathers. Every surface was clad in solid armor plating made from Black Adamantium, and every angle was covered by more mag-hydro cannons, torpedo tubes and lancer batteries than any fleet in the universe could muster. Countless smaller crafts, repair crafts and unmanned scouts, orbited like supplicants jostling for attention, and the wake of the titanic engines seemed to churn the void itself with forces of its plasma fire.
This was the Capital, the always changing center of the universe. Bigger than any ship in the Universal Republic's endless Navy, and when it had to be it was a mobile battle station the size of a city that dwarfed any dry-dock and out gunned any battle-barge. It might have been the most powerful engine of destruction in the universe. Yet despite its' over militarized security, it was a symbol of peace and prosperity. A place where different xenos species could come together under one banner and peacefully work out their problems; even if it meant moving it over a rebellious planet.
At the moment, the Capital was not at war, but was there for a conflict just as bitter. The universe was just slowly pulling itself back together after the Great Civil war. It was hard enough to tell friend from enemy before the war, and now it was impossible. To rebuild the galaxies ravaged by the war, including the former Federalists, new alliances had to be made. This meant that other galaxies, or simple sectors, that were not a part to of the Universal Republic, had to be brought in to ensure the safety and longevity of the UR.
The Mandalore Republic is mainly in charge of this, because they took the least amount of damage and had the largest and strongest military in the universe. Their leader, Mandalord Aaron Wynne, is one of the creators and co-founders of the UR; so he does what the council tells him to do like a faithful dog. To anyone else, this would seem like a business trip to avoid like a critical disease. To Aaron, he sees it more as a romantic getaway.
Today the Mandalord and his lady, along with the Tsu'Chan Sixth Regiment acting as the standing royal guard, are heading towards the planet known as Third Earth. Little is known about the planet, but from the information captured by the numbers of spy satellites is that it is home to a species of sentinel animal species called Thunderians. The Thunderians are a mirror species to the Mobians – without the use of gene-bombings - along with Katachans and Imucandi Songye.
"Is this all the information that we have?" Aaron asked as he looked through the files of 'classified' information.
"From what we know, they're Tier six – borderline Tier Five. They might be a future asset – all depending." said the human councilor, Robert Maccabee.
"They have development teams that are dipping into nuclear fission," said Mobian councilor, Julie-Ka. "They also started mining plutonium."
"But they are still light years away from their space age, let alone space faring technology," said Robert. "We could accidentally culturally uplift them with new species, beliefs and technology. We could be doing more harm than good with this one."
"Did you think the same way when you wiped out the Xordas'?" said Julie-Ka.
"That was different!" Robert snapped, banging his fist on the table. "The Xordas' attacked Earth, murdering and de-evolving over eight billion lives, and in the process creating you Mobians –"
"And then you went out and wiped out their entire race, all the while keeping their technology in perfect tact."
Tension was growing at an alarming rate, so Aaron had to step in instead of taking his normal nap. "Robert. Julie-Ka. Please. We don't have to turn this into an international event. What the Xordas did was unforgivable, but the human's response was a full on war crime. Humans committed genocide on a galactic level, and looted whatever they could find. On the other hand, without that technology, the humans could not defend Mobius from the Black Arms. And how long would Mobius last without a major technology overhaul?"
"Not very," Julie-Ka said.
"If it makes everyone feel any better, Mandalore will go and slowly bring them up to speed." said Aaron. "All in favor?"
The votes were unanimous, and the meeting was adjourned.
The Forum is the gleaming heart of the Capital. It is located in the hundred kilometers wide stretch of the station, home to the various government offices of the Republic Council, as well as embassies for all of the species represented in the Republic. While the Magasins are home to most of the Republic's population and are considered livelier, the Forum is considered to be the province of Capital's most elite and powerful individuals.
The Commons are home to the majority of shops, living quarters, banks, market places, and the ever popular Helios's Café.
Sitting in a private booth, watching as different ships flew by, and resisting the urge to wave at them, was Lady Lara-Su; the Queen of Mandalore.
Lara-Su was a beauty that made heads turn twice her way; one would not think she had borne two children. She was covered in fine, soft fur in a dark red hue. Her violet eyes stood out from her face like sparkling gems and the bright pink hair that framed her face was pulled back into a bun held by two skews. The rest of her skin was a healthy peach tone. She stood astute and regal, her voluptuous frame enveloped in a bright purple kimono which was both humble and royal at the same time. It outlined her figure well without being vulgar, emphasizing curves and dips in all the right places.
"Sorry I'm late," Aaron came up from behind and kissed Lara-Su on her forehead. "Robert grabbed me after the meeting. Did I miss anything?"
Aaron was the kind of person that commanded authority by his mere presence. He was an imposing figure without being physically intimidating. He was trim and solidly built, the scars of war covering his torso and a bionic replacement had taken the place of his right arm, although it had the feel and function of a real one. Like all Mandalorians his eyes blazed a fiery red and his canines were prominent, but he otherwise could pass for a human being. His long, cascade of midnight black hair was kept held back by a quick ponytail which seemed to defy his royal status. He wore a navy blue kosode and hakama, a white shitagi, and a white haori. On his side were three swords that rarely left it: Mangetsu, Burakkuho-Ru, and Ino-Shikon XIII. Like his wife, he turned heads too, but for all completely different reasons.
"Just seeing the kids off," Lara-Su said, obviously annoyed that her husband, and their father, was not there to see his kids' first trip to Mobius to see their grandparent.
"Were they scared?"
"Mace was nervous, but tried to be a big man. Gemia-Su really wanted her daddy to be there." Lara-Su could see the guilt on Aaron's face, so she quickly tried to lighten the mood. "But they were extremely happy to see auntie Demi-Su."
"We can always rely on family," Aaron sighed. "Speaking of which, when are Zaps and Kitari supposed to be back from their second honeymoon?"
"About another week. But knowing your son; perhaps longer."
"Fuck," he grunted, rubbing his temples. "Zaps is much better than me at this council stuff. Granted all he has to do is cause an electrical charge, but still."
"The famous Mandalord the Resurrector cannot control the council, what a shock!" Lara-Su said in a fake shocked expression. "How could you possibly rule the military nation of Mandalore?"
"You can't control Mandalorians, darling." Aaron chuckled. "You can only make suggestions and hope the majority goes with it. The same goes for the council."
A waiter drone came by. Aaron ordered his coffee black, and Lara-Su ordered chi tea served cold. Aaron then rested his head on the table.
"We need a vacation." He groaned.
"Amen to that," said Lara as she re-adjusted her reading glasses. "Have you had any places checked out, or do you want a stay-cation?"
"Well I sort of…" Aaron chose his words carefully. "I kind of got shanghaied into a diplomatic mission."
"To where?" she asked, trying to mask her annoyance.
"A planet named Third Earth."
"Very original." She said.
"Well the inhabitances are on the verge of nuclear power. So the council thinks that they are of some importance."
"Inhabitance?"
"A species called Thunderians. Pretty much Mobians, just without the use of de-evolution."
"So you want me to go as well?"
"Well I wasn't thinking about it, but all right."
"Aaron, don't be a jackass." She leaned in to kiss him, and he did the same. It was long and tender, that was until several flashes, and a barrage of questions from eager reporters.
"Mandalord Aaron," one yelled, "is it true that Mandalore is advancing the YHWH battlesuits? And how long is it until the UR Troopers get a suit or two?"
"Lady Lara," Another reporter yelled. "Is it true that you are pregnant with another child?"
"Mandalord Aaron! What do you plan to do about System 23? Is it true that they are turning war orphaned children into soldiers? And is Mandalore supporting them?"
Suddenly, the reporters were broken up and pushed back by Mandalorians in green, black and gold mark III YHWH armor. They were also using weapons that were clearly made by the Tarmon gun family. Their guns are imposing heavy hitters that do not have large ammo capacity, but each of their shots packed a satisfying explosive punch. Their main philosophy is why need a barrage of bullets when it takes one to turn a charging psycho into a chunk smear of flesh? Pretty much, they are bastard guns, for bastard people. Perfect for the Sixth Tsu'Chan Regiment who are used to fast shock-and-awe tactics, but for now, they are serving as the stand-in royal guard.
"My lord and lady," a commanding officer stepped forward. From the golden X on his shoulder, he proved to be a captain. "We'll take care of these messy reporters for you."
"Just no casualties," Aaron ordered, "I've heard stories about how the Tsu'Chan Regiments have an extremely itchy trigger finger."
"Yes, sire!" he snapped to a salute and gave his warriors the same order. Fortunately, there was no need for anything oppressive. Once the reporters saw their armor's colors, they quickly left.
A little biology lesson about Mandalorians from Tsu'Cha – because of the location of Tsu'Cha, their melanochrome had mutated and no longer functions properly. Giving the habitants onyx black skin and blazing red eyes. Due to their modified skin, they are more resilient to injuries and their blazing red eyes allow them to see more in low light without the usage of technology.
The captain was no excuse as he took off his helmet. He as a bald man with the standard Tsu'Chan design - black onyx skin and blazing red eyes – but half of his face was cracked from severe wind damage, and a scar running up the other side.
"Captain Xavier Marks, reporting for duty sire!" from (omit this) the way he presented himself just showed Aaron and Lara that he was good at his job, but never took it seriously.
"Captain Marks," Aaron said in a stern tone. "In terms of diplomacy, under the rules of the New Geneva convention, we need to commander your regiment and ship."
"Yes, sire. We are already making the final preparations for the trip and are ready to leave any time you're ready."
"And the ship?" Lara-Su asked.
"We have dreadnought-class cruiser; the Destinies Ascension. It's located at main port Ajakis." Captain Marks snapped another salute and said, "With that said my lord and lady, we'll take our leave."
Dreadnought-class cruisers are the main cruisers in the Mandalorian Navy, and are also the most widely used and widely developed in the Republic. Cruisers are middle-weight combatants, faster than battleships, and more heavily-armed than frigates. Cruisers are the standard patrol unit, and often lead merchant frigate flotillas. Cruisers cannot land on medium or high-gravity worlds, but do possess the ability to land on low-gravity planets. Because of the amount of mag-hydro cannons, torpedo tubes, lancer batteries, and the occasional mass acceleration cannon, cruisers are ideal in any planetary assault.
The Destiny Ascension is a veteran cruiser, dating back when the Mandalord's army was comprised of merchant and stolen ships. During the war, it was outfitted with a new extra-galactic slipspace engine, a mag-hydro cannon, three sheva-nova tipped nuclear missile, and at least five oversized missile pods. Since the Destiny Ascension belonged to the Sixth Tsu'Chan Regiment, they decided to paint it the same green, black and gold that made them so popular.
On any given mission, the Destiny Ascension would be a strong force to deal with. But considering the times, and mission given, the best that the ship could do was shotgun-diplomacy – and that was a rarity all in its own.
The trip to Thundera and where they were now was going to take a day to a day and a half. To any battle-hardened Mandalorian, this wait was going to feel like a lifetime. Mandalorian ships have more operational discipline than human ships, but fewer personal restrictions; especially when their Mandalord is involved. The commanders run a tight ship, and they know that their subordinates need to blow off steam. Mandalorian ships, regardless of the size or class, have training rooms for exercise, combat simulators, and even full contact sparring. Whatever allows people work off their stress.
It's all supervised, of course. No one is going to risk an injury that would interfere with the mission. And it is a good way to settle grudges amicably… and earn a few credits on the side.
After throwing another Tsu'Chan into a cushioned mat on the other side of the training room, Lara-Su stood alone in the middle of the training ring. She wore a standard white karate gi, with a black belt tied around her waist.
Stretching her arms over head, she said: "Any other taker?"
A big Tsu'Chan pushed through the ropes and the others gathered to watch. "Pardon my language, my lady. But I'm going to rip you to pieces, ma'am," he grunted through clenched teeth.
Lara-Su sprang off her back foot and launched her entire weight behind her first strike. Her fist smashed into the man's wide chin. Lara's left hand followed and impacted the man's jaw. The man's hands came up; Lara stepped in, pinned one of the man's arms to his chest, and followed through with a hook to his ribs. That might have broken a few bones.
The man staggered back. Lara-Su took a short step, brought his heel down on the man's knee. Three more punches and the man was against the ropes. Then two of his comrades came in to drag him out of the ring.
"Next!" she snapped.
Three other Tsu'Chans moved in. One with a bent nose grabbed an iron bar. The referee tried to stop him, but Lara waved it off. She wanted the challenge.
Lara did not need to make some sort of complex plan this time. Three attackers at once – she had to take them out before they surrounded her. She might be faster and more flexible, but she did not have eyes in the back of her head or skin as hard as iron.
The man with the iron bar swung a vicious blow at Lara's ribs; Lara sidestepped, grabbed the man's hand, and clamped it to the bar. He twisted the bar and sprained of her attacker's wrist. Lara snapped a side kick toward the second man, caught him in the groin, crushing the soft organs and bruising his pelvis.
Lara pulled the bar free – whipping it and caught the third man in the upper arm, hitting him so hard the Tsu'Chan was propelled over the ropes.
"Hey Lara," Aaron barked. "Pick on someone your own size."
Lara looked at him and dropped the bar. The Tsu'Chans lay crumpled on the ground, either nursing their own wounds or completely unconscious.
"Are you volunteering, dear?"
Aaron, at the far end of the gym, strode towards the boxing ring. He was wearing his own gi, and had a black belt with a single white bar on it. He walked over to the wounded men on the mats and said,
"Medics are on their way."
He then turned his gaze to Lara, whose fiery gaze had not died down at all. "Picking on others to relieve your stress? That does not seem like a proper leader."
"Look who's talking!" she snapped. "Why don't you get in this ring, and I'll show you what real stress relief is like!"
Aaron cracked his knuckles and said, "Let's go then."
It did not help that Aaron and Lara-Su happened to be the best hand-to-hand combatants on the entire ship. Aaron had his reach, but Lara-Su had her flexibility. In the end, after nine rounds, the referee called it a draw. This left a lot of gamblers unhappy, but it did not quell Lara-Su's fire. After the match, Lara grabbed Aaron and said:
"You. Me. Tie-breaker. Our cabin. Now!"
All Aaron could make out was a, "Yes, ma'am."
Getting back to their cabin was just a big heated blur. They stumbled into their room, where it was dark – with the only light coming from the endless rift of slipspace – and the gravity much was lighter.
Aaron closed his mouth on hers, her instant reward for her actions. She willingly parted her lips, welcoming the assault of his tongue.
She pulled eager hands towards his face, frustrated that Aaron was working on the top haft of her gi. Laughing, he parted their lips only long enough to untie her black belt and toss it aside; and it took its sweet time reaching the floor. She climbed up her husband, yanking him back to her kiss. Straddling his hips, she ground her groin against his; letting him feel through his pants the hot wetness between her legs.
"My, my." He spoke between kisses and ridding her of her soaked panties. "I guess that was better than foreplay."
"Shut up, Aaron," she muttered against her lips, loath to part them for very long, "if you don't fuck me now, I'm going to have to hurt you."
He laughed and she gasped as he lurched suddenly backward. To her amazement, he gained his foot once again, without losing grip on her or parting their lips.
"Mmm, so strong," She purred, calmer now. "Is that why you encouraged me to fight you? So you don't pound me into a pulp?"
He chuckled, lowering them both into the soft blankets of the bed. "Mostly," he admitted, tumbling her onto her back so he could get out of his pants.
She scrambled to her knees before him, eager to help. "Only mostly? What's the other part?"
"Killing time."
She almost did not notice him taking off the top haft of her gi, as she was far too busy pulling down his boxers and freeing his cock. She had handled it a hundred times before, and every single time she was fascinated by it. Its warmth, its length and its hardness...a work of erotic art if she did say so herself. She felt her insides squirm with excitement, causing her to produce a raw moan from deep within her ripe chest. She bent her head, wanting to taste him.
She licked her lips, still staring at Aaron's awakening manhood. Slowly, she moved her fingers down the shaft, watching the soft organ became hard, and making her husband utter a sound of delight.
"Well," she said as she slowly pulled her hand back up the shaft, "we do have more than enough time to kill, don't we?"
Aaron groaned as Lara dipped her head and finally took the head of his cock into her mouth. He nearly jumped out of his skin. No mouth had ever felt so good on his erection! Even the scrape of her teeth as she struggled to swallow as much of it as she could, gave him sensations that made every inch of his body tingle!
He let her nibble and suckle for a good while, giving off a wolfish growl when she slid a free hand to cup and handle his balls.
"Ah, Lara!" he cried, pulling her away just as she was taking advantage of the sensitive underside of the head with her agile tongue. She protested, but he shoved her back into the bed, coming down atop her. "We can do more foreplay later," he promised, reaching down to grab his stiff cock, "But I need to be inside you."
"I thought you'd never ask," she purred, spreading her legs and canting her hips to a better angle.
He met her gaze, his voice teasing. "Would you like me to be inside you?"
"Yes," she said, without blinking. "I want you inside me. Fuck me, Aaron. Now!"
Gladly, he obeyed. With one, smooth thrust, he was inside her to the hilt. Despite his size and length, they knew they were a perfect fit.
Lara-Su gasped. They both froze for the moment, locked together. His mouth was pressed to the curve where her neck met her shoulder, his shoulders hunched over her lithe body. Her arms wound as tightly as possible around his neck, his arms twined beneath her back and around her waist.
Neither of them wanted to end this perfect moment of pure absolute bliss. Both squeezed their eyes shut, savoring the feeling.
But she had to move. She had to feel him. Rotating her hips, she gasped again as that huge cock ground against the soft walls of her channel. Once felt, she could not get enough, could not stay still. Neither, it seemed, could he. His breath came in gasps as he pumped his hips against hers, slowly and carefully. She wondered if he was being easy on her on purpose, or if he was struggling to maintain control. It did not matter. She wanted him out of control.
"Harder….Fuck me harder, Aaron," she breathed in his ear.
His whole body shuddered, his cock swelling larger. She groaned, catching his ear again, which made it repeat. She had found a sweet spot! Experimentally, she reached out with her tongue to trace the delicate tip of his ear. He growled, fingers clutching painfully at her buttocks. But she did not care about the last, because it was accompanied by firmer, longer thrusts from his cock.
"Yes," she hissed, sure her breath caressed his ear. He moved to pull his head away, but she clutched handfuls of his hair to keep him there. She liked this reaction and was not about to release him from it.
"Lara-Su," he groaned, using his hands at her hips now to slam her more firmly against his pumping groin.
She muttered into his ear, unconscious of the universe, uncaring. She suckled the lobe, delved into the recesses but – although he clearly loved it all – it seemed to be top that was the most sensitive.
He broke free, rearing up over her, ear out of reach. She grunted a protest, struggling to pull him back. They fought for supremacy, and he won, trapping her hands with his over her head. Not once during their marriage did he stop the rhythm of his hips.
Deprived of the distraction or his ear, Lara lost herself in the feel of his cock. He was so deep inside her! Surely he had punctured her belly, her chest! She was sure he would emerge in her throat soon. Oh, but it felt so good! The sweet pumping rhythm. The sound of two sweaty bodies slapping against one another.
"Aaron!" she cried.
She bucked. She arched. The scream of delight stopped in her throat as she spasmed beneath him. For that moment of ultimate bliss the whole world seemed to stop and every pleasurable sensation met its center in her wet, filled core.
He groaned, halting movement, allowing her to shudder into climax around him, pinning her hips with his, her hands with his, until she stopped writhing.
After several breathless seconds, she blinked up at him, sweat plastering her hair to her face and causing her fur to stick to her body. He grinned.
"Bastard," she spat, thrusting her throbbing groin against him, ready for the next round. "You have to come eventually."
"I will," he promised, pulling out and pushing back in slowly.
"I thought this was supposed to be a tie-breaker." She accused.
"It still is. And from your action, I won."
"You jackass," she repeated, this time with a shaky laugh.
"Lara-Su," he purred, releasing her hands and lowering himself to press chest-to-chest. His lips found hers, soft, sweet playing of lips and tongue. And his hips kept moving back and forth restlessly.
She let him lead, content to take what he gave her. And he gave so much! She came again, just as strongly and as blissfully as the first one. Then, on the third climax, he roared, slamming into her quivering pussy as he came.
Warmth flooded her, body and soul. Followed by an amazing, sated feeling she always looked forward to. She cuddled Aaron's weight atop her, smoothing his back as his breathing calmed. Presently, he chuckled. She gasped when he twitched his hips and she realized that not only was he still inside her, but he was still hard! After such a hard climax, any weaker man – regardless of species – would have been knocked into a coma.
Still smiling, he propped himself on his elbows so he could look at her. "Can I take a wild guess, and say that why you are so vicious is not because of stress, but rather you are in heat."
She grimaced, knowing her true delight showed in her eyes. "Possibly. No one has even bothered to ask. I hope I did not hurt anyone"
"Hmm." He kissed her lips. "You did. And therefore, you'll have to be punished for that."
Author's Notes:
So you thought you escaped my auther's notes at the top? FOOLS! You'll never escape!
As for other things, I'll go to the other "happy couple" in the next chapter. For now, just wait and comment if you like. I swear I won't send Nikolia or the Sixth Regiment after you if I don't like it... probably.
Aaron: So we're back?
Apparently.
Lara-Su: And we're in a cross over?
Are you really so shocked? I mean you were in one about Code Geass. Let's just enjoy the moment while it lasts.
Later!