The King's Dilemma


Midnight darkness engulfed the empty hallways of the lion palace, with the only source of light emanating from the moon, a moon which barely made itself known through the cloudy weather. Despite that, a small glimmer of fiery light could be seen from the office room of none other than the ruler of these lands himself, King Tanga Nuru The Third.


“Honey, are you still up?” a sleepy voice emanated from Tanga’s bedroom door, and upon looking he unsurprisingly found himself locking eyes with his main wife, Queen Zuwena.


“Yeah, sorry if I woke you up,” the tired king answered, finding himself leaning back into his chair in exhaustion. Before him laid tomorrow’s grand decision, one he hadn’t quite come to terms with, especially as the finer details of it weren't quite to his liking. 


Zuwena walked over, eyes gleaming down at the profile papers laying in front of the one true alpha male in the place she called home. Grey hair adorned her and Tanga’s fur, a clear sign of their aging status. It was time to choose a successor for the next generation to call king… but who amongst his male lion offspring was the one?


“Still debating I see… You know there’s only one true choice,” Zuwena spoke as if it was the most obvious answer in the world. Her and the king's male offspring of course, Furaha Nuru. He was the oldest, the strongest, the biggest, and smarter than most lions in their kingdom, with the exception of perhaps the researcher establishment. 


She laid her arms around his shoulders teasingly, upper body grinding against his head and mane in that caring manner she knew he liked. Her tits laid themselves on each side of his face, engulfing his peripheral view in the glory that was her body. He didn’t react with excitement or interest, instead his eyes remained glued to the desk. With a grunt of frustration the lioness retreated and walked back to the door.


“Me and the other lionesses are sleeping in the main bedroom… You should join when you finally find the time.” With a cold glare she gave Tanga one last look before flicking her tail and walking out the door, leaving behind an indifferent ruler.


“Oh my dear queen, it’s just that attitude which is making all of this so hard.” He gave a deep sigh as he looked across the papers. Furaha was the obvious choice; he had always been a favorite amongst his people, yet Tanga knew better than to blindly follow his people's wishes.


It wasn’t that Jabari and Johari, his youngest sons, were any better. They were smarter, alas they’d never have the spine to hold together the vast territory Tanga ruled. No, they would be neutered as the ceremony demanded and he had promised. One heir surrounded by infertile siblings, that was the kingdom's crown-change tradition, and had been for hundreds of years. 


Amani and Omari, twins born three years after Furaha, had the personality of kings, yet were as weak as their mother had been. The poor woman, smaller than most lionesses, had died in childbirth, leaving both males without a true mother figure for their whole life.


Lastly there was his second born son, Faraji. He was quite honestly perfect for the role, with the sole exception being his size. 


He was identical on many fronts to Furaha, and bigger than his younger brothers while being slightly smaller than Tanga, but still not the grand build of his first born who dwarfed Tanga himself, the largest male the kingdom had ever witnessed be crowned king.


“I guess I’ll have to decide during the ceremony… Sorry tomorrow me, but I’ll be handing you quite the difficult task,” he spoke into the darkness of the night. He blew out the candles and walked away, momentarily glazing at the neutering bands made of natural rubber. Five rings lay next to the spreader device, rings meant to render all but one of his sons infertile.


“See you five tomorrow.”


*****


“Choose An Heir! Neuter The Losers! Choose An Heir! Neuter The Losers! Choose An Heir! Neuter The Losers! Choose An Heir! Neuter The Losers!” A synchronized chant could be heard across the crowd as the lions on stage prepared for the ceremony.


All species within Tanga’s kingdom were gathered, and before him, his harem and of course his queen, were six tied-up male lions. Prey and predators stood beside one another in one grand spectacle of momentary harmony as all wished to see whom their future ruler would become. Seeing the moment right, Tanga stepped forward and raised his arms, the whole kingdom in turn going silent without him needing to raise his voice.


“People!” the king roared. “We have gathered today to see my predecessor's grand vision unfold! Said vision is for the title of king to be transferred from one ruler to the next without the need for bloodshed amongst heirs or through conflict!”


Older animals amongst the crowd nodded their heads in agreement, as memories of how Tanga’s predecessor took the crown flooded their minds.


Moving over to the wooden table on stage, Tanga picked up the loaded elastrator along with another rubber band, holding the tools sky high for all to see. “The first two males amongst my offspring who I shall neuter will be a surprise to no one!” he shouted, approaching the underdeveloped twins; the pair in turn not even flinching as he neared them.


The pillory in which all heirs were bound provided the naked sons with some privacy in its starting position as their genitals weren’t overtly visible. Yet one sense being blocked left the others heightened, and all in the crowd had their ears directed at the stage as their king reached down between Amani’s legs, snapping the band around his tiny lion balls.


“Muroooww!”


The outburst was followed shortly after by an identical one from Omari, the two twins in gut wrenching pain as they felt the rubber tighten down on their already inferior packages. Tanga looked the two males over for a second, sighing deeply as he saw the dark sacks turn even darker as their owners' life giving pulse were blocked off from keeping them alive.


His sadness however wasn’t shared by the crowd as they cheered in response. The sound of Zebra’s neighing and elephants trumpeting the clearest tones as the cheers from the smaller animals were deafened out by these powerful spectators who felt even more on top of the world as they saw the species meant to be at the top of the food chain get neutered. 


“N-no, please don’t do this!” the twins shouted as they saw two lionesses approach.


They didn’t listen and without as much as a flinch in their stride they raised the pillories up to show the audience just what the king had taken from them. Laughter erupted from the crowd, though this time the smaller animals roared the loudest as they couldn’t help themselves; The twin dicks were, without understating it, average. That is if they’d been meerkats.


And that was without even mentioning the feminine erection which they both sprouted, both males sounding like cubs as they voiced their dissatisfaction. Tanga felt sorry for the two, to subject his own lineage to such humiliation and degradation. Still, it had to be done for the peace and prosperity of the kingdom they all called home.


He moved back to the table for another set of rubber bands, on the way catching a glimpse of his queen, the lioness standing at the forefront of his flock with her chin held high. While this was his offspring's day, Tanga felt that the lioness viewed it differently, the female not in front of her people as a queen, but as a proud and expecting mother, a mother who saw today as the start of her son's greatness.


“The next two lions could’ve been great kings in their own right had the times been different! Alas, this kingdom doesn’t need a ruler of the books, it needs a ruler who has both the mind and the spine to uphold the rule of law, and to protect the status quo of balance!”


Amongst the audience Tanga spotted the research establishment puffing out their chests. The next pair had been known choices for months, as the establishment had made a deal with the king regarding two of his sons, if he were to neuter the brightest of his sons, then they demanded that said sons would not perform the most primal of lion sounds, roaring!


Cranking up the elastrator, Tanga snapped a band onto first Jabari’s and then Johari’s more masculine set of sacks. Neither son let out a roar of carnal pain, as there weren't that many nerves left for the rubber to squeeze upon. Their furry sacks grew cold quickly, as the skin was all which had kept their coin purses warm, for the research establishment had months prior taken care of business themselves, as such the brothers showed no shame.


The pillories were raised in the same manner as with the twins, in spite of that, humiliation and degradation were nowhere to be seen. 


A flow of clapping and praise spread amongst Tanga’s people as they admired the brothers for what they’d given up and their resilience at keeping themselves civilized in the face of excruciating pain. That their lion prides were an impressive size to behold only bolstered the dignity of their descent into infertility. 


The king felt his mood improve upon having taken care of the two future researchers. It had been a weight upon his shoulders for months on end. Ensuring that none in his kingdom became wise about his youngest offspring’s condition had not been easy. 


Finally King Tanga’s worries were no more. Now all that remained was to announce his heir.


He picked up the white circle and inspected its structure; It was such a simple thing, yet it held the ability to shape the future of any male present at the gathering. He compared the pale thing to his golden fur before loading it into the metallic tool, stretching it out so Tanga’s will could claim the last obstacle to a peaceful transition of one ruler to another.


He locked eyes with all of the females in his harem, at last locking eyes with his wife. She gave a small nod for him to proceed, her sharp toothed smile reminding him of the innocent childhood they had once shared, but this wasn’t their childhood. They were old and the past few decades could not be redone. It was now all about the future which their offspring had to live in, and so he needed to decide on who should become his heir.


He raised the elastrator one last time, roars of praise and excitement flowing his way from the crowd as he approached his last two virile offspring. He heard them whispering to one another, Furaha likely teasing his younger brother, Faraji, about how he would soon be heir to the throne. Whether it was truly teasing or perhaps support for one another in this critical moment, Tanga didn’t know. Still, whatever was said did seem to excite both males as he saw their hefty packages stir from their slumber. 


He kneeled down to inspect the two sacks, each held plenty potential for making cubs. Alas Tanga had to admit that the best breeder of the two had to be Furaha, he raised up the tool and it was then that he spotted it.


Silence fell as no neutering roar came from either male, murmuring from the crowd and even the harem on stage filling the air as time went. A roar, or rather two, finally emerged from the stage, and to the astonishment of all there, the roars originated from king Tanga himself and Furaha, one appearing furious and the other shocked as his pillory was forced into it’s erect position, and it was then that the kingdoms people saw the reason for their kings fury.


With claws embedded into the flesh of his son's privates, the king had pulled out the truth; his son was a hybrid, and in his bloody hand Tanga held the manhood of a non-feline!


“You thought me a fool didn’t you! An old man as blind as a bat, and I’ll give it to you, you almost had me. And you would’ve gotten away with your treachery if it hadn’t been for your own fucking arousal you pathetic excuse for a lion!” Tanga’s tongue dripped with malicious intent as he whispered into his first bor— No! A fucking imposter’s ear. 


With well placed claws, the king cleaved his way through the hybrid’s sack. “RRRRRARAR!” He exposed for all to see a set of virile zebra sized balls, the pair bloody, which fitted perfectly with that equine fucker Tanga was ruining in his tight grip. 


Applause once more returned to the large crowd, or most of it that is, as the zebra flock was understandably quiet upon having been exposed to the shocked revelation. 


“People!” Tanga addressed them all. “Before you is today’s last castration! Though as the status quo demands for us lions to rule over you all and live through your donation of flesh, I see it fit that today you be given a showing of our gratitude!” 


With retracted claws the king used all of his strength and with brute force tore off Furaha’s big testicles, tossing them out towards the crowd. Tanga had never seen his people this united, but his task wasn’t done.


Tears streamed down Furaha’s face as he was forever made impotent, yet remorse wasn’t present in any of his siblings' faces. All of them cheered on his downfall, with the sole sibling not joining in being Faraji, who looked on in shock.


‘I… I’ll be king!’ he thought, the young lion prince thinking himself the luckiest person and lion present as he’d expected the end of his virility to arrive.


With a last showing of his status, Tanga’s other paw forced the elastrator onto his queen’s bastard offspring’s cock, forcing it all the way down to the base before snapping it in place. 


“RRRRRARAR!” 


Letting go of the abomination which had sprung forth from between his most beloved lioness’ legs, the sole lioness he’d given the right to be called queen, Tanga saw the disgusted flesh retreat into the sheath from which he’d pulled it. It would never again emerge erect. Give it three weeks and it’d likely detach itself and pop out as a shriveled up reminder of today.


POP! POP!


The king barely registered the sound of something breaking before the stage, and upon looking he saw an elephant step off of a puddle consisting of what had once been balls.


He turned around with purpose and approached Zuwena, two guards following behind him as the frightened female tried to escape from the nightmare she herself had created. 


“Take her away, and next time I see her… that pretty face better not be attached to the body I’d once called that of a faithful wife!” He looked her up and down in disgust, the look of horror in her eyes not shaking him from his decision.


She’d slept with another species and tried to place said hybrid on the throne, but she would not get away with this deep betrayal unscattered. He knew better than to make it a public execution, and so left the dirty work for his most trusted butcher to perform.


‘The hyeness will be ecstatic once I announce their next meal,’ Tanga thought before he returned to the row of bound males, the oldest amongst them screaming in pain as he felt himself become a eunuch, not just an infertile lion, but a full on eunuch. 


He unlocked Faraji’s pillory, taking his son's hand in his and raising it sky high. An heir had been chosen and for once Tanga wasn’t in doubt, he had made the right decision to not allow for Furaha to become king, and with pride in his heart he roared alongside his successor.


“Long Live The King! Long Live Tanga Nuru! Long Live The Heir! Long Live Faraji Nuru! Long Live The King! Long Live Tanga Nuru! Long Live The Heir! Long Live Faraji Nuru!”


FIN