Timeline +20 Years, May, Wednesday. 8:30 AM.


Twenty years in the future, while the rest of the world had changed dramatically as the Headmaster took over the planet through mind control; the Pridelands Kingdom resisted that change.  It did not resist any of the mind control, mind you; indeed, considering both its past, present, and future monarchs were fully indoctrinated by the Headmaster’s brainwashing, the exact opposite was true.  However, the Pridelands Kingdom resisted the technological and cultural revolution that had been brought about by the world uniting under the Headmaster’s control.


For Kiara, Daughter of King Simba, this was an ENORMOUS drag.  Her friends were on the 
other side of the planet having fun with hypnotic video games, the world famous theme park Orgyland, and even just getting to go to school every day and all the weirdness and bizarre happenstance that entailed. She was stuck in the blazing hot savanna without any of those amenities… or even consistent air conditioning.  


As she was the daughter of the King, she had royal duties to attend to, including training to become the next Queen of the Pridelands.  This meant that every couple of weeks, she had to take a suborbital shuttle from Breezeport all the way to the Pridelands to spend the weekend; or sometimes even a full week there.  


Kiara grumbled as she woke up in the morning, walked over to the natural rock basin that collected condensation from the peak of Pride Rock, and washed the cum out of her fur from her wet dreams.  She shuddered at the ice cold water dripping down her body. 


They had not even installed hypnosomnatic holoprograms, so Kiara had to actually sleep like they did in the old days; with normal dreams rather than ones she could control in a sleeping trance.  In fact, they did not even have holoprojectors set up anywhere outside of the King's bedroom or throne room; and no direct connection to Breezeport’s AI, Echo.


It was like living in the Stone Age, as far as Kiara was concerned.  She was not far off in some respects, really; her bedroom was hewn out of the solid stone of Pride Rock itself.  It felt like living in a cave, with rough stone walls, and carved outcroppings serving as shelves for her possessions.  Outside of the furniture, it probably had not changed much in a hundred years, much less the last twenty.  At least it was cool inside; due to the stone walls and condensation, it was at least 30 degrees Fahrenheit cooler in her room than it was outside. 


Kiara winced as she looked over and saw her outfit hanging on hooks nearby.  She hated the traditional Pridelands clothing.  This was another aspect of her homeland that had not quite caught up with modern times.  The costume (for that’s what it was to Kiara, more than actual clothes) consisted mostly of jewelry like gold bangles and necklaces, connected by a few swathes of sheer, see-through silken cloth.  Wearing it, all of Kiara’s body would be on full display, her nipples and genitals completely exposed and even accentuated.  By the standards of fashion 20 years before, it would have been lewd and erotic.  By modern standards, it was downright prudish.  


Kiara sighed and slipped the cloth over her body.  At least it was comfortable, as far as clothing went.  Nudity would have been preferable, but the silk was so sheer and so soft that it did not make her fur itch, and left so much uncovered that it did not trap any heat.  Wearing it at night was actually worse than during the day because the savanna could be freezing.  She fastened the necklace around her neck, clasping the bangles around her wrists and ankles.  


She grunted, looking at the last bit of the costume, the part she found the most annoying.  Three golden rings, welded together, bedecked with jewelry.  It was a massive pain to get it on without tweaking something painfully.  Kiara sighed, looking down at her three erections, and gripped them together.  She peeled back her foreskins, as it made it easier.


It took her a minute, but with a little lotion to lubricate, she slipped the trio of jeweled rings over her penises, and slid it down until it rested snug against her sheaths.  She sighed, glad she had not snagged the rings on anything sensitive today.  She pulled her foreskins back up over her three tips and admired her handiwork.


The rings were an artifact of what the Kingdom used to be before the Headmaster took over the world.  In the olden days, it was a sign of virility and (more importantly) power to walk around with blatant arousal, and so cock-rings had come into fashion among males and futa.  This one had belonged to Kiara’s great grandfather when he was young.  


Kiara found it entirely unnecessary.  Between the Headmaster’s mind control, the genetic engineering she had undergone before birth, and the genetic alterations she had undergone after birth, Kiara could maintain erection all day without even thinking about it. It caused her no strain, and felt entirely normal to her.  She had heard that back in the old days, having an erection too long was bad for you.  In modern times, for the children of the new era, it was strange to be without a stiffy.  Still, it was the fashion of royalty, and Kiara had to comply, even if it was uncomfortable.


Fully dressed, Kiara took stock of herself in the water in her basin, which doubled as a looking glass. She could not deny that she looked regal.  She brushed her long hair over her shoulders.  Her hair was a mark of her time spent in foreign lands; most lionesses kept their hair cropped short because of the heat.  But since Kiara spent most of her time in a more temperate climate in Breezeport, she had let her hair grow out to match the styles of the girls around her. 


She sighed, blowing a lock out of her face with a puff of air, before standing up and turning to leave her room.


*****


Pride Rock was the ancestral palace, a massive imposing edifice of nearly solid stone. It resembled a mountain that had been cleaved in twain, half of it falling on its side and jutting out at an angle.  It consisted of a large, flat platform leading out over the savanna below, from which the Kings or Queens could survey their entire land, address the gathered inhabitants, or perform ceremonies like the presentation of a new child.  A cave led into the palace itself, carved right out of the rock.  The back of the mountain was a slope leading to a plinth at the top.  It was massive, but even bigger than it looked from the inside, due to the cave system within, both natural and artificial.


Kiara’s bare feet padded across the stone as she jogged through the halls, finding her way into the main throne room.  She knew every twist and turn of the place like the back of her paw, even though she spent most of her time living across the world.  She even knew a few shortcuts that even some of the elder lions and lionesses did not know.


As such, it was a quick trip from her room deep in the mountain to the main entrance cave where the throne room resided.  She entered it from a side hallway, stretching lazily.  


She was unsurprised to see the entire pride gathered there.  In other kingdoms around the world, the throne room was usually a place for serious discussion, ceremony, and managing the business of the nation.  Due to the tribal origins of the Pridelands Kingdom, the throne room was more of a gathering space for the lions and lionesses.  It was hard to describe to an outsider, but it was a dining room (with food resting on buffet trays by one of the walls), a place to discuss the news of the day, to hang out and relax, and to hold court all in one.


She smiled politely as some of the lions and lionesses around saw her enter and bowed or gave polite salutes in her direction.  She waved to them, feeling entirely self conscious in being one of the few figures in the room wearing clothing; when almost everyone had bared their brown or golden fur to the world.  


Glancing to a guard holding a spear nearby, she gave a questioning shrug.  The guard smirked and pointed towards the middle of the throne room where a crowd of lions had gathered, whooping and cheering and jeering.  


“Are they arguing AGAIN?” she asked, sighing as she rested a fist on her hip.


“Yes, but they’re resolving it as they usually do,” the guard replied, chuckling.


“Ugh.  I’ll go watch,” Kiara grumbled exasperatedly.  She turned and began to push her way through the crowd.  Most of them parted politely for her, seeing she was the Princess, but she had to throw a few elbows here and there.  No one took offense, though they growled or yelped in irritation.  It was normal for people to jockey for position, and Kiara was technically in the right to force her way through.  She WAS the Princess.


Sure enough, in the center of the large circle of her cousins and tribe members was her father and grandfather. 


Simba was tall and striking, widely considered the most handsome man in the entire Pridelands, sometimes in the history of the nation.  She had seen holographs of her father as a cub, and found it hard to believe that the small, almost-feminine boy had grown up into the stunning image of perfection that had fathered her.  His mane of brilliant red fur cascaded down around his head like a fiery halo, draped over his shoulders. His red-gold eyes held wisdom that one day she hoped she would live up to.  His wide hips and slight girly curves as a child had developed into rippling muscle under golden fur.  Three proud erections jutted from his hips, marking him as a member of the Royal bloodline, standing at a mighty 17 inches each.  All three were identical, and in pretty much everyone’s opinion, beautiful.


Mufasa was only in his early 50s, and was just as striking a figure as his son was. There were a few subtle streaks of grey in his fur, to be sure, but otherwise he still exuded the sense of power, grace, and authority that he had during his days as king. His mane was a bit more red-brown than the nearly-scarlet of his son, but it was impossible to mistake the two lions as being anything other than father and son.  He too was triply-endowed, wielding a trio of 19 inch shafts.  His testicles were larger than Simba’s, the three pairs of orbs dangling down enough to give him a mildly bow-legged gait when aroused.  He was taller than Simba by a couple of inches, and his build was more muscular.  His form was statuesque, the pinnacle of leonine power. 


This was one of many disagreements between Simba and Mufasa which characterized their loving, but somewhat bickering relationship: Mufasa believed masculinity and kingliness required physical strength and power, and took great care in displaying it.  Simba, having grown up in Breezeport, and exposed to many other types of sexualities and ways of being masculine, chose to care more about other things than keeping himself in bodybuilding condition.  Simba was nothing less than utterly healthy and strong; but he was not quite the chiseled figure his father was.


Indeed, this was an ongoing conflict in the Pridelands: modernity versus tradition. Mufasa believed in the Circle of Life and living a life in balance with nature; eschewing anything that threatened that balance… like air conditioning. Simba held a more nuanced view of the Circle of Life and believed that technology could coexist with nature and benefit its peoples… like air conditioning. 


Really, all Kiara wanted was air conditioning; it was friggin' broiling this close to the equator. 


Simba drove his lower right penis into his father’s rump, snarling loudly as he thrust forward roughly.  Mufasa grunted and groaned, rocking back against him, his claws dragging divots in the stone under him.  Mufasa’s trio of shafts were slipping back and forth in a puddle of precum on the ground, smearing it across the stone.  


Kiara did not even blink at the sight of her father and grandfather having sex on the floor of the throne room in plain sight of the rest of the pride.  It was a regular thing to see, as it was how Simba and Mufasa dealt with arguments.  Kiara did not claim to even come close to understanding the dynamics of royal masculine politics, and merely rolled her eyes while muttering, “Boys.” 


Mufasa roared, his voice echoing off the walls so loud that Kiara had to cover her ears.  His members gave a violent lurch, his heavy testicles tightening up to his shaft.  Even as Kiara watched, three lances of thick pearly semen struck the stone floor with enough force to scatter into messy globules that splashed feet away.  The lionesses laughed in amusement, watching as the old King trembled in pleasure.  Kiara was not offended by their teasing commentary about her grandfather’s lack of stamina in his advancing age.  Everyone knew the true power in the kingdom was held by the lionesses, the huntresses, the real advisors to the throne.  Kiara was proud to be both a lioness and royalty, as she would hold more power than her father and grandfather ever did.


“HA!” Simba laughed triumphantly, “You came first, father.  Submit!”


“I… urnngh…  I submit, son,” Mufasa groaned, shuddering beneath the other lion’s rough thrusts, their balls thumping together loudly.  His shafts lurched up and down, splattering his own chest and chin with lion-spunk.


“Good.  Then we’ll discuss the purchase of nanite fabrication equipment later to begin construction,” Simba sighed, punctuating every word with a rough thrust.


“Wait, I submitted to building the project, but out of concrete and not using robo-… RRGH!” Mufasa complained, grunting as Simba’s claws dug into his hips and pulled him back. Any further complaints were drowned out by Simba’s roar of pleasure as he came inside his father, splashing thick gushes over the back of Mufasa’s enormous sack, and sending stripes of milky cream across the elder lion’s back.  This prompted a fresh wave of laughter, affectionate jeering and snark, wolf-whistles, and moans from the crowd.


The two kings groaned and rocked against each other, sharing in their mutual pleasure, even as they drenched much of the stone floor and their fur with spunk.  Stray shots hit lions in the crowd; they giggled or laughed in delight, relishing the opportunity to taste royal seed.


Kiara, for her part, knew it would be a couple of minutes until they finished, and scampered off to grab a quick bite to eat from the trays of food.  


By the time she returned, Simba and Mufasa had parted from each other, each panting heavily as they stroked the last spurts of semen onto the floor.  The show was over, and the tribe was going back to whatever business they had been doing before the argument started.  Kiara approached them, smiling cheerfully.  The Kings glanced over, noticing her for the first time.


"Good morning, granddaughter," said Mufasa warmly.  His voice was a low bass rumble that sent shivers down her spine and into her groin.  The only person with a deeper voice she knew was the Headmaster himself.  Mufasa smiled and held his erections out for Kiara. She opened her mouth as wide as she possibly could, taking each of his heads into her mouth in turn to clean the dribbling cum from them.  She took her time with each, savoring his moans as she slipped her tongue under his foreskins to get every droplet of salty-sweet fluid.


“Good morning, Kiara,” said Simba gently, his voice much softer and higher than his father’s.  He offered his lengths to Kiara too, and she repeated the process.  She licked and suckled loudly on each of his tips, gulping down a couple of mouthfuls of her father’s semen.  She shivered at the flavor, her long tufted tail swishing eagerly.  Her own arousal twitched, drinking the fluid that had created her.  


“How are you this morning?” Simba asked, ruffling her hair affectionately as the head of his upper cock left her lips with a wet “pop.” She licked her lips of any stray semen, gulping her last mouthful before replying.


“I’m good, daddy.  Just woke up a little while ago,” she said, smiling.  Simba nodded.  


“I know the jet lag must be killing you.  Don’t worry, you’ll be able to head back to Breezeport in a few days.  I know you’re missing Raye,” he said kindly.  Kiara nodded at the thought of her best friend, the pink-furred fennec back home.


“And what are you planning to do today?” Mufasa asked.  Before Kiara could answer, she felt his large, strong hand sweep under her armpits.  She squealed in surprise as she was lifted clean off her feet.  The floor of the cave seemed a far way away as she was lifted to sit on Mufasa’s shoulders.  The lion grinned up at her warmly, carrying her out onto the massive stone pier of rock that jutted up and out over the savanna.  The sudden brightness was painful, and Kiara blinked as they stepped out into the sun.


“Um… I was… gonna explore the savanna a bit?  I’ll stay close to the watering hole over there,” Kiara suggested.  She was not telling the whole truth; she had other plans, but she did not want her father or grandfather to know them.  


Mufasa and Simba exchanged a glance with each other, clearly not fooled even slightly by the child’s claim.  Simba gave a small, knowing smirk, even as Mufasa chuckled.


“Did I ever tell you about the time your father went to the Elephant Graveyard? He was even younger than you, and…” Mufasa rumbled, pointing out at a gray, ugly spot on the horizon.


“...I know the story, granddad,” Kiara interrupted, but not unkindly, “Dad and Mom told me it a hundred times.”


“Of course,” Mufasa said, chuckling, “They definitely would have told you that.”


Mufasa was silent for a moment, staring off at the Elephant Graveyard, his expression sobering.  Kiara looked down at him, then over at her father.  Simba’s expression was less grave than slightly worried.  He glanced over at Kiara, even as Mufasa continued speaking.


“The lesson, Kiara, is that there are some places that even a Prince or Princess or even a King cannot… and more to the point, SHOULD not go.  Be careful where you go and who you spend your time with,” Mufasa said softly, his voice serious, “The Pridelands are safe.  I cannot speak for the lands outside our realm.”


Kiara winced at that.  She knew her father and grandfather suspected what she had been doing and where she had been going; but they had never talked openly about it.  Even now, Mufasa sheltered his admonition under the guise of gentle advice.  She looked to her father.  Simba met her glance, his red-brown eyes searching hers.  She tried to hold his gaze, smiling at him.  Simba sighed and shook his head, apparently not getting the response he wanted.


“Just be careful, daughter,” Simba said, patting her on the back. He plucked her gently from her grandfather’s shoulders and placed her back down onto the floor gently.


“I will,” Kiara reassured him, nodding.  She hugged his waist, nuzzling against him, before she began to scamper down the mountainside towards the savanna.  A little guilt tugged at her heart for the lies she told, but excitement and eagerness overrode any trepidation or hesitation she felt.  She dashed as fast as she could.


*****


 Watching her daughter’s cute rear end wiggle as she clambered over boulders on her way down to the flat plain below, Simba sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.


“...I really hope that boy is a good friend to her and the sex is mindblowing, because it is causing me a headache with no end,” Simba groaned.  Mufasa laid a hand on his shoulder.


“She reminds me of a certain headstrong young lad who charged headfirst into some supremely dumb situations because he thought he knew better…” Mufasa teased, squeezing his son’s shoulder.


“Yeah, she definitely takes after me.  Thank the Kings of Old that you survived the wildebeest stampede… Things could have turned out so much worse,” Simba said, sitting down so that his feet dangled off the edge of Pride Rock.  Mufasa sat down beside him, grunting as his muscles protested a little.


“I don’t like to think about that much, either.  In fact, that was part of the reason I sent you to Breezeport.  In those days, the most I had to worry about was you getting in trouble with your teachers, rather than getting caught up in plots and schemes,” Mufasa said earnestly.  Simba laughed, and the older lion looked over to him, confused.


“What?” Mufasa asked, crossing his arms over his chest.


“You sent me to get away from all the stuff going on here, and I wound up brainwashed by a genius mind-controller trying to take over the town, then the nation, then the planet.  I brought his control home to you, hypnotized both you and mom into being his slaves, then watched as you helped the mind-controller take over your nation, down to the last person.  I’d say you failed pretty miserably at keeping me out of plots and schemes, Dad,” Simba explained, wiping tears of laughter out of his eyes.  Mufasa laughed too, shaking his head.


“Perhaps I did, yes,” Mufasa chuckled, watching his granddaughter scamper across the grasslands away from the Rock.  His tufted tail swished slowly as he reached over and gripped one of Simba’s penises, stroking it slowly.  Simba moaned despite himself, leaning his head back.


“Kiara will find out for herself someday.  For now, the most you and I can do is try to make the Pridelands as safe for her and her friends and loved ones as we can,” Mufasa said, “And she will do the same for her grandchildren someday.  The Circle of Life rules us all.”


“Yes, Father,” agreed Simba.  He smiled at Mufasa.


“...That said, we are NOT bringing in robots to build,” Mufasa said firmly, narrowing his eyes at his son, “We will do it the old fashioned way, with hard work.”

“Ugh, don’t make me bend you over for round two of our argument, Dad…” Simba grumbled.


*****

“Kiiiiaaaaraaaa!” called a young boy’s voice.  Kiara groaned and turned to face the caller.  It was her little brother Kion.  The little boy was scampering across the brush to catch up, panting.  Five years old, he bore more resemblance to Mufasa as a child than to his father.  He had golden fur, with a shock of shaggy crimson hair on top of his head.  His lean body was on full display as he wore a similar set of clothes to hers; golden jewelry connected by a few swaths of emerald-colored fabric that did almost nothing to cover anything.  His green loincloth was practically see-through, creating a tent over his trio of members.  His tufted tail swished as he doubled over, gasping for breath as he caught up with Kiara.  Her eyes flicked to the brown tattoo on his shoulder; like a cross between a roaring lion’s head or a paw-print.


“Kion, what are you doing here?” Kiara asked, trying to keep the pique out of her voice.  She crossed her arms over her nipples, carefully arranging her expression to avoid glaring at him.


“I wanna go exploring with you!” he gasped, trying to catch his breath.  Kiara rolled her eyes.


“I’m NOT exploring, Kion. I’m going somewhere specific, and Daddy and Granddad aren’t to know!” Kiara said, knowing that Kion could not keep a secret on his life.


“Then I wanna go even more!  I’m the Lion Guard!  I’m s’posed to protect you!” Kion said, puffing his chest out proudly.  The effect was more cute than intimidating.  Kiara somehow managed to avoid rolling her eyes.


The statement was, in and of itself, true.  The second-born of the King or Queen of the Pridelands became the Lion Guard, the protector of the throne.  The tattoo on her brother’s shoulder was proof of that. It had manifested shortly after his birth.  But the fact was that Kion was a little boy, even smaller than Kiara (who was not particularly large herself).  If there was trouble, in all likelihood, Kiara would be protecting him, not the other way around.   


The point was moot, however, as the Pridelands had been at peace for decades; and even more so since the Headmaster took over. There had not been a war anywhere in the world since the last country fell under his power.  Even the Hyena Tribes, the most belligerent and dangerous of the Pridelands peoples, had not caused any more trouble than the occasional prank in well over fifteen years.


Unfortunately for Kiara, her little brother relished any opportunity to tag along with her, using his position as a pretense.  It was as endearing as it was obnoxious.


Like any older sister, she loved her younger brother as much as she loathed his very existence.  


“Kion, I really don’t think…” Kiara began, but the boy stared back at her with large, watering eyes.  Her dad had once called this look the “Bambi Eyes” after some deer boy that he had known at school.  She winced, guilt clawing at her stomach.


“Oh, FINE, but you breathe a word about this to Mom, Dad, or Granddad and I’m not having sex with you for a year,” Kiara growled firmly.  Kion gave a little squeal of excitement, hopping up and down.  Kiara just knew she was going to regret this...


*****


In so much as Kiara had said she was going to the watering hole, that was the truth.  She DID go to the watering hole, pausing to watch some of the feral animals and some of the humanoids alike drinking from the cool clean waters.  The Pridelands were famous for having the largest number of wild feral animals on the planet living freely alongside the humanoids and anthros.  Kiara kept a wide berth from a group of giraffes drinking their fill; she did not want to scare them.  They would only recognize her as a lion, not as an intelligent and sentient being who meant them no harm.


But while she went to the watering hole, that was only a rest stop along their way to their true destination.  Kiara and Kion padded their way through waist-high grasses at a steady jog.  The little lioness was covering ground quickly, and she estimated they would reach their destination within the hour.  She was glad she took her gym classes so seriously and spent her time out of class walking across town rather than taking transportation.  Still, she wished her best friend was with her.  Raye could have flown them there in minutes rather than hours.


The sun was rising high into the sky by the time the grasslands began to recede into rocky outcroppings.  Kion panted heavily, but did not ask Kiara to slow down or stop, for which she was grateful.  She wiped sweat from her forehead, looking for a particular formation.  She saw it a few minutes later, looking like an arrowhead ten feet tall, pointing to the sky above.  Nodding in satisfaction, she cut left from there and ran straight for what appeared to be a mesa, a massive, flat-topped rock hill as wide around as a city block.  


She slipped through a crack in the wall, ducking down low.  She took Kion’s hand, dragging him behind her through.  For a minute, maybe longer, she shuffled half-sideways through the crack…


And emerged into her personal paradise.  It was an isolated oasis, a circular opening in the mesa, only visible from above, and only accessible if you knew it was there.  A large pool of bright, clean water burbled merrily in the center, fed by a small creek feeding through the rocky walls surrounding it.  It was green, with lush jungle flora filling the space, vines crisscrossing the airspace above, large leafy trees creating shade from the aggressive sun.  It was cool and humid and comfortable, enough that Kiara actually felt the sweat dampening her fur begin to dry a little.  


And bathing in the pool, bending over to pour the cold water over his arms and legs, was a young lion boy, the very one Kiara had come to see.  He was roughly the same age she was.  He was a little taller than her, with a slightly skinny build.  His fur was a light brown, with lighter dust-colored highlights on his muzzle, chest and stomach.  He had a mop of shaggy, unkempt black hair hanging down over his face.  His face had a melancholic air to it; his eyes were sad-looking, with yellow sclera and green irises. 


The boy bent over, lifting his tufted tail high and giving Kiara a perfect view of his tight rear end.  Her penises throbbed eagerly at the sight.  They pulsed even harder as he cupped water in his hands, and poured it over his own erect penis, gasping as the cold liquid struck his hard flesh.  His cock was pink, jutting fifteen solid inches from his hips, rock hard.  He only had one, which did not surprise Kiara.  It was only in her own bloodline that triphallia was common; in most other families it was an exceedingly rare condition, or the result of nanite alteration.  


Kiara could see it throb visibly, even across the clearing from him.  She pressed her thighs together, shuddering as her nectar dampened her fur, watching a dribble of white fluid leak from his tip.


The boy had just peeled back his foreskin, when he noticed her and her brother.


“Kiara!” he called, his face breaking into a smile.  The expression brightened every aspect of his seemingly-sad demeanor, and Kiara felt her heart flutter.


“Kovu!!!” Kiara squealed, rushing forward to embrace the boy.  She nuzzled into his neck, purring loudly as her tufted tail intertwined with his.  She could feel his chest rumble back.  Her erections pressed against his singular member, and they ground their hips together slowly, moaning as pleasure radiated through them.


“I knew you’d come,” Kovu purred, swaying his hips with hers slowly, almost dancing with her, “It took me forever to sneak away from my parents to get here.”


“...I wish I had that excuse,” Kiara grumbled, “I just woke up late.”


“Must’ve been REALLY late if I got here before you,” Kovu said.  He glanced over Kiara’s shoulder, seeing her little brother standing there, shuffling awkwardly.


“Hey there, Kion.  C’mere and give me some!” he said with a friendly smile, holding out his paw.  Kion blinked at being addressed so suddenly, and scampered over, slapping him a high-five.


“He BEGGED me to come along,” Kiara sighed, “And I couldn’t shake him.”


“It’s fine, Kiara.  Your little brother is cool,” Kovu replied, winking at the younger boy.  Kion could not have looked more pleased to have been called “cool,” grinning wide.


Kiara pulled away from Kovu reluctantly, and began to pull off her clothes.  She carefully folded each piece of silken fabric, and piled the golden rings and bangles, placing them aside on a stone nearby where she could find them easily.  She sighed in relief as she tugged the cockrings free of her penises, placing them on top of her clothes.  Fully nude now, she stretched and smoothed down her fur with her paws.  She could not help but note the way Kovu watched her, his hand pumping up and down his cock eagerly.


“Feel better?” he asked.


“Very much so.  Kion, you can strip too, if you want.  No one’s around who cares,” Kiara said to the boy. 


“Yay!” Kion cheered, already beginning to strip out of his costume.  Kiara rolled her eyes and turned back to Kovu, looking him up and down, even as he did the same to her.


He looked well-fed, healthy, and did not have any visible bruises.  That was good.  Kovu lived outside the Pridelands with another tribe of lions in a place called the Outlands.  Kiara had never been there, but she had heard it could be a rough place.


******


While the Pridelands were a paradise under Simba’s rule (in Kiara’s opinion), the simple fact was that not everyone could get along.  Even in a world where the Headmaster ruled and forced the end of wars and created prosperity for all by manipulating the minds of the people; some people chafed at living under the rule of someone else.  The Outlanders had reputations as criminals, ne’er-do-wells, and eccentrics who could not live in polite civilized society.


This was certainly true of some who dwelled there, but not all. While many who lived out there were there because they had been exiled or chosen exile from the Pridelands, many were trying to make their own lives, their own versions of paradise.  Kovu belonged to one of those tribes.  Kiara did not know much about his life outside the Pridelands, because he did not like to talk much about it, but from what she had gleaned, it was much less privileged and pleasant than her own position.


She had first met Kovu three years ago, when they were both five years old.  It was a chance meeting, and both Kiara and Kovu had been wandering way too far from their respective homes without supervision.  It would be false to claim that their meeting was love or even friendship at first sight.  Indeed, Kiara and Kovu’s first words to each other were an argument over who got to climb up a boulder first.  


The argument had escalated to wrestling and fighting, and from there to angry sex, as both kids got more and more riled up.  In the end, Kiara and Kovu had found themselves exhausted, panting for breath, covered in a mixture of each other’s cubspunk, and still furious with each other.


Swearing to never speak to the boy again, Kiara had put him out of her mind… until a month later, when their paths had crossed again in a completely different part of the outskirts of the Pridelands.  The result had been the same: squabbling, anger, sex, cum everywhere, both parties stalking back to their respective homes calling each other such eloquent names as “Doodie-Head” and “Buttface” and “Jerkbreath.”


And they had continued to run into each other again and again over the next six months, completely by coincidence, in entirely different parts of the borderlands.  Their distaste for each other grew with every meeting.  


It had been late summer.  She had slipped the leash of her parents, evaded their hornbill adviser Zazu, and made her way out into the lands to explore.  She had been bathing in a pond, just about to settle down for a masturbation session.  Right as things were getting good, right as the first dribbles of precum had soaked her paws, a brown blur had charged out of the underbrush.  It slammed into her with enough force to daze her, knocking her silly for a moment.  


She came back to her senses nose-to-nose with Kovu, his green eyes filling her vision.  He was panting heavily, his expression like she had never seen it: not angry, not insulted, not twisted with orgasmic pleasure…  He was worried.


“Are you okay?!” he gasped, pulling off her.


“YOU!” Kiara snarled angrily, “Why did you do that?!” 


Kovu didn’t answer with words.  He lifted a shaky hand and pointed back towards the pond.  Kiara looked.  Right where she had been standing a moment before, a massive feral crocodile was snapping its jaws shut.  The giant reptile looked like it could have swallowed her whole.  Kiara paled in horror, even as Kovu grabbed her paw.


“C’mon, c’mon!  Let’s get outta here!” he yelped, dragging her back to her feet and then dashing as fast as he could.  The two lion cubs beat a hasty retreat from the pond, back towards the Pridelands’ borders where it was safe.  Once they were far enough away that they knew they were safe, they collapsed into the grass, gasping for breath.


For a minute, there was silence as they laid next to each other.  Then Kovu began to laugh, loud, long, and hard.  Despite herself, Kiara joined him, cackling so hard that tears streamed down her cheeks.  The two cubs laughed for what felt like an hour; every time they began to calm down, another wave just bubbled up and started it all over again.


They had sex there, but for the first time with no anger, no disgust with each other.  His six-inch shaft had been buried as deep within her as she could go, her members pulsing against his stomach as they stroked them together.  And with the last waves of their mutual orgasm spilling onto each other’s stomachs in messy white pools, they had held hands.


“I’m Kiara,” she had said softly, “Wanna be friends?”


“My name’s Kovu… and I think we already are,” he had replied.


That day, they talked about everything they could think to talk about; finding they had tons in common.  The things they disagreed on, too, only made them more interesting to each other.  They sat for an hour chatting, only finally moving when the sun overhead grew too unbearable.  Under the shade of a tree nearby, they had resumed their conversation… pausing every once in a while to enjoy each other’s pleasure.  


Their fun had come to an abrupt end as the sun began to set.  Kiara was gulping down a mouthful of Kovu’s cum, his cock pulsing against her tongue as it fired again and again, when she saw him.  Her father was stalking across the grasslands towards them… and he looked as furious as he had ever seen him.


“Kiara!  Get away from him!” he had snarled.  Kovu had looked equally afraid, but he was looking in the opposite direction from Simba.


“Kovu!  What are you doing?!” a female voice had growled.


The two kids had scrambled to their feet, looking back and forth.  A ragged looking lioness was approaching, her red eyes flaring with anger.  She might have been somewhat pretty, if not for the glare of hatred she was directing at Simba.  Her claws were bared in rage.  Despite herself, Kiara could not help but admire her body; the lioness was tall and slim.  There was not a bit of fat on her, all lean and wiry muscle.  She was a pure female, her surprisingly large breasts bouncing with every step, her pubic mound clearly visible between her legs.


“Zira, you are breaking our treaty!” Simba shouted, his eyes narrowed, “You have been exiled from the Pridelands!”


“I am retrieving my son,” she growled, her voice a raspy hiss, “And I intend to leave immediately.  You need not worry about me tarrying here long, oh great King.”


The last three words were dripping so heavily with sarcasm and hatred that Kiara almost worried hearing them would be poisonous. She looked at Kovu, who looked away sadly.


“Kiara, come here.  It isn’t safe,” Simba said, keeping his eyes firmly on Zira.  


“But, Daddy,” Kiara had protested.  She wanted to tell him how Kovu saved her life. Everything would be okay, he’d know Kovu was nice.


“NOW, Kiara,” Simba said.  His voice had been hard and brittle in a way Kiara had never heard before.  It brooked no argument.


“Kovu. Get away from that rat of a girl,” Zira snarled through clenched teeth.  Kovu winced and nodded slowly.


“Y-Yes, mommy,” he replied weakly, standing up.  He cast a sorry glance at Kiara, giving a small wave to her.


“Goodbye, Kiara…” he murmured, going over to his mother.


“You are far too precious to waste your seed on that… thing,” Zira hissed at Kovu, “You are the rightful heir.  Do not waste such a potent, royal gift on a mutant.”


Kiara gasped at the words, but Simba merely placed a hand on her shoulder gently.  He glanced down at her and shook his head slowly, his red mane waving in the wind.


“Zira, you have a half-hour to cross the border of the Pridelands.  If you aren’t across the border by then, I will consider it an intentional act of defiance,” Simba said, and his words were utterly calm, but carried authority and menace, “You know what will happen.  If I don’t end it, I will contact the Headmaster, and HE will put an end to this.”


Zira had chewed the air, as if attempting to respond in a dozen different ways at once.  She finally gave a wordless snarl and turned her back on Simba, grabbed Kovu and scooped him into her arms, and began to stalk back towards the border.  Kovu watched Kiara over her shoulder, giving a sad wave until he was out of sight.


Simba had picked up Kiara and carried her back towards Pride Rock.  His words were gentle, but firm, as he explained that her new friend was the son of someone who was not welcome in their home.  Someone dangerous to her and to Simba.  She was not in trouble, but if she intentionally sought out that boy again, she would be.  

He had bathed her in the watering hole, cleaning Kovu’s semen from her fur, and brought her back home and put her to bed after dinner.  But even as Kiara drifted off, her thoughts had only been of Kovu; his dark hair, his green eyes, his fun laugh, and his cute six-inch thingie.


Kiara was a good girl, or at least she tried to be.  She did her homework, she studied hard, she played nice and shared her toys with her friends, and she always cleaned up any spunk she left anywhere.  She tried to obey her parents as much as she could, even if she liked to explore without supervision.  


But she had just made an awesome new friend, and her father had always taught her to be loyal to friends.  He had saved her life, and she had not paid him back for it yet.  It hurt her, but she could not obey her father’s demand.


And so Kiara returned to the border every chance she got over the coming month, looking out for Kovu.  She had returned home disappointed day after day.  Kiara had almost given up, but three and a half weeks after their parents had dragged them home, she found him.  


He was sitting on a rock at the edge of the Pridelands and the wild jungles beyond, where Simba’s friends Timon and Pumbaa had lived years ago.  He was sulking, his knees drawn up to his chest, his arms wrapped around them.  His cock hung down between, poking out between his shins, clear fluid dribbling from the tip.  That was new.  It was massive compared to the last time she had seen him.  It had doubled in girth and at least doubled in length (it was hard to tell for sure, it was not fully erect).  Even as Kiara watched, it pulsed hard, the head under its foreskin as large as one of her fists. 


She approached slowly and carefully, hearing him sniffle a little. There were tear tracks in his cheek fur. She looked around, her ears perking up as she listened.  There was no sign of Zira, her father, Zazu, or indeed, anyone other than her and Kovu.  She continued to come closer, walking slowly and carefully.


“K-Kovu?” she had asked.


“K-Kiara!” he gasped, noticing her.  The boy had jumped with surprise, lost his balance, and fallen off the rock with a painful-sounding crash.  Kiara jogged over to his side.  He groaned, rubbing the back of his head, some of his black hair falling down into his eyes.  Up close, his penis looked even larger than from afar.  Before, it had only come up to his navel.  Now, its length was resting easily against his chest.


“I KNEW I’d see you again!” Kiara said, smiling.  Kovu merely looked distressed at the sight of her, and did not reply.  The little lioness dropped to her knees beside him and looked at his cock.


“That’s new,” she remarked, “Why’s it so big?”

“I… I’m not supposed to see you anymore,” Kovu had whimpered, “Mommy says your family is bad, and… you and I aren’t supposed to be friends.”


“My daddy said that too, but… I don’t wanna.  You saved me from that crocodile, an’ I haven’t had a chance to thank you yet,” Kiara said earnestly.  She placed a paw on his chest.  He jumped a little, but did not pull away.  In fact, her touch seemed to calm him a little.


“I…” Kovu blushed, “...My mommy and daddy took me to see a doctor a week ago.  They said it was time to give me ‘ja-net-ick’ and techno-stuff that would make me a real King someday…  They gave me a needle, and I felt all sleepy.  When I woke up, my thingie was like this.”


He had gestured at his penis, shaking his head, “It’s… so big now, and it’s stiff almost all the time!   It never goes back into my sheath any more, an’ it’s super-sensitive, way more than before…  I’m dribbling stuff all the time, and my balls are huge too!”


Kiara blushed, watching him point to his sack.  His testicles had been the size of large walnuts before.  Now they were oranges hanging down his thighs.  They seemed strangely heavy and dense and Kiara had to resist the urge to poke them curiously.  Given how distressed Kovu seemed, she did not want to touch him without his permission.  


“An’ worst of all, my big brother an’ sister won’t leave me alone now.  They’re constantly humping me, and making me hump them.  An’ mom an’ dad are all over me too, an’ it’s just weird,” Kovu sighed, “I just needed to get away from ‘em.”


“I had genetic stuff done to me too, but it was before I was born,” Kiara said sympathetically.


“Is that why you have three thingies?” he asked, glancing down at her groin, which was barely hidden by her loincloth.


“No, I was born with those,” she said, shrugging, “My daddy and granddad have ‘em too.  My mommy is a pure female though.”


Kovu was silent for a minute, apparently in deep thought.  He had sat up, crossing his legs.  Kiara sat with him in companionable silence, waiting patiently for him to speak.


“Once we stopped fighting every time we saw each other, I really liked talking with you, Kiara.  You’re smart and funny and cute,” Kovu admitted finally, “And humping you is more fun than with my brother and sister.  You’re much nicer about it, even when you’re angry with me.”


“I liked it too.  That day we spent together was the most fun I’ve had in a long time,” Kiara agreed.  They fell silent again.  It did not escape Kiara’s notice that Kovu’s penis was now fully erect, twitching with his heartbeat.  A steady dribble of precum flowed from the tip, down his shaft.  His new, engorged cock was strangely alien to Kiara; her mental image of Kovu was of his old self.  Every time she looked at him, this new log of flesh seemed strange and out of place to her… but not anything other than arousing.  Kiara’s thighs were already damp from fantasizing how it would feel inside her. 


Kiara suddenly stood up, as Kovu yelped in surprise again.  She set herself about removing her clothes, tossing the bangles and attached fabric aside without a care, resulting in a tangle that would take her fifteen minutes to unsnarl later.  She did not care.  


“What are you doing?” Kovu had asked, blushing at the sight of Kiara’s little nipples on display, pink nubs poking through cream-colored fur.


“Making myself comfy!  These stupid clothes are uncomfy and you’re nakie, and no one is around who cares… so I should be nakie too!” Kiara explained, flopping down beside him once again.  Her three lengths were as stiff as his, resting in her lap, pulsing with her heartbeat.  She ignored them, instead keeping her eyes on Kovu’s face.  He was not extending the same courtesy; his eyes were locked on her groin.  His brown cheeks were now burning red at the sight of her.  


“...You can touch it if you want,” Kovu said softly.  Kiara blinked, her brown eyes meeting his.  Now it was her turn to blush.


“R-Really?” she asked, trying not to sound too eager, “I thought you were tired of it because of your family and…”


“Yeah, I am… but… I’d be okay if you did it…” Kovu said softly.  


Kiara needed no further invitation, but she still moved slowly, knowing that Kovu was still jumpy.  She reached out carefully, pressing her palm to the side of his cock.  She could feel it throb against her palm.  It felt strangely powerful, like it was surging with might that this little boy had been hiding.


“It’s… hot!” she gasped, wrapping her fingers around it.  Kovu moaned, gasping as he threw his head back.


“A-An’ s-sensitive!  That feels good, K-Kiara!” he groaned.  Kiara gasped in surprised as his penis rippled, and a veritable fountain of precum burst from the head of his cock.  The sticky, syrupy clear fluid drenched Kiara’s hands and her chest, soaking her fur.  She gasped, feeling it run down her body in dribbles.


“EEK!  You’re definitely… juicier!” Kiara exclaimed, giggling, even as she began to slowly pump his member with both hands.  Her paws were so tiny and his member was so large that even both paws together left most of his shaft exposed.  Kovu groaned, his cock pulsing so hard that Kiara could feel the blood surging into it.  


She was tempted to lick him, to drag her rough tongue over his tip, to try to take his penis into her throat, but she resisted.  He had given her permission to touch him, not to do anything else.  She was afraid she would spook him if she did too much, too fast.  She leaned forward, getting a closer look at Kovu’s cock as she stroked.  Veins were prominent along the sides, long and ropy.  His urethra was a massive bulge along the underside.  His foreskin was thick, gliding easily up and down over his head.  The head itself was a red-purple color, as large as Kiara’s closed fist.  It was visibly expanding and contracting with his heartbeat, precum bubbling out of it like a faucet left open.


Kovu gave a high-pitched whine, but Kiara ignored him, totally enraptured by the boy’s new endowment.  She leaned down low, taking a look at his heavy, fuzzy balls.  She could swear she could almost hear them churning, pent-up seed waiting for release.  Her breath was hot on his sack, coming in quick, hard pants.  She was as aroused as he was, and could feel her shafts pulsing in her lap, drooling pre onto her thighs. 


“K-Kiara, s-stooop!  I’m gonna… ARRRGH!!!” Kovu groaned, then shouted, his entire body tensing.  His balls tightened to his shaft so suddenly that Kiara did not have time to react.  His penis began to lurch violently in her grip.  She had gasped in surprise as a mighty lance of pearly white fluid blasted into the air.  Kiara gasped in shock at the suddenness of his orgasm, and the power of it.  His semen flew up into the treetops above, the thick ropes of it draping on vines and splattering leaves, before raining down upon her.  He cried out, groaning as he bucked his hips upward, his cock throbbing and twitching with each powerful shot.  Within thirty seconds, he had gushed as much as an entire orgasm’s worth before his alteration.  


His body was trembling with the pleasure surging through him, and Kiara tried her best to help him with it.  She continued to pump his shaft in time with his spurts, gasping as it splattered her body with hot, thick fluids.  His semen drenched her, rich and gooey, and she delighted in it.   She giggled as he snarled cutely, baring his teeth as cum boiled up his twelve-inch length, bursting out in messy strands.


A feral monkey screeched in protest in the treetops as a stray shot hit it, splattering its fur.  Kiara heard the leaves rustle as it scampered away, chattering angrily at them.  She ignored it and focused on Kovu.  His body was shaking and trembling uncontrollably, his eyes rolled up in his head.  She was mildly worried he might pass out from the force of his orgasm.  She cupped his testicles, feeling them surge and twitch as they pumped his burden up his shaft.  She could feel his cream striking her back, dripping down the base of her tail as it rained down from high above.  It splattered in her hair, running down into her eyes. 


It took minutes; long, delightful minutes of thrusting, moaning, and gushing before Kovu finally came down from the heights of pleasure.  It was a slow process, a gradual weakening of his spurts.  They stopped touching the treetops, each gush a little less powerful and smaller in volume than the last.  Kovu sagged back bonelessly, giving a long, slow sigh of pleasure.  His cock landed on Kiara’s face, the head buried in her bangs, dribbling into her scalp.  Kiara remained there, half-stunned by what she had witnessed, half delighting in the feel of his penis against her face.


“That… That was…  That was… awesome…” Kovu gasped softly.  

“It was.  Your new thingie is even better than your old one!” Kiara agreed.


“I… I wanna do that more.  And not just today, b-but… I wanna see you again,” Kovu said, propping himself up on his elbows, his eyes earnest, “...Even if Mommy says no.”


Kiara’s eyes glittered as Kovu’s immature cub-cum dripped from her whiskers, her paws kneading his heavy, swollen balls.  She giggled, her tufted tail swishing mischievously.


“If my daddy and your mommy don’t want us to be friends… tough.  You are my friend, and we’re gonna stay that way,” Kiara had said, “And I’m the King’s daughter, so what I say, goes!” 


“...I guess I can’t argue with that, Princess,” Kovu agreed, panting as his cock twitched, dribbling onto her forehead.  


“Good.  Now, your thingie is still stiff, and I haven’t had my splurties,” Kiara said, grinning.  She placed her palms on the rock and bent over, lifting her tail high so that he could see her tiny, drenched pubic mound, her little slit looking so inviting.  She looked over her shoulder, raising an eyebrow.


“You don’t hafta ask me twice!” Kovu gasped, rushing forward to plunge into her.  The rest of the day was a haze for them, spent thrusting, bucking, cumming again and again, drinking each other’s cream, until the entire area was drenched in a sticky, hot glaze.  It was even better than the first day they had spent as friends, and both of them knew deep in their hearts that they had found something special in each other… something that their parents would never be able to make them give up.

And so they had remained friends in secret.  For three years after, they met as often as they could on the border between the Pridelands and the Outlands.  At first, they pointed out landmarks and used them to meet, until one day Kovu had discovered the hidden oasis inside the mesa.  After that, that had been their permanent hideout.  They hung out, they swam in the water, they played hologames and hypnotic RPGs, they masturbated and had sex in every way they could think of.  They even helped each other with their homework on occasion (Kiara was better at history, social studies, and literature; Kovu was better at math and science).


Simba had discovered their friendship early on, but seemed resigned to the fact that his daughter liked the Outlander boy, and would not be swayed.  Zira had discovered it a year later and had been furious, but by that time, Kovu had gained self-confidence from Kiara, and had just ignored his mother’s demands that he stop seeing her.


Time had moved along, and brought them to the present day...


*****


“Man, I missed you,” Kovu sighed as Kiara’s paws slid up and down his cock, precum dripping onto his own chest.  He groaned, closing his eyes and throwing his head back as she used both hands to squeeze and caress his shaft.  His hand was sliding up and down her upper penis, his free hand caressing her vulva, tickling her clitoris.


“Of course you did.  I’m very missable,” Kiara said with a grin.  Kovu laughed and nuzzled her neck affectionately.


“How’ve things been at your school?” he asked, taking a moment to drag his claw delicately around the head of her penis, making her gasp.


“Same old, same old.  Raye says “hi,” and Coal says you owe him a thousand credits in ‘Cock Collector Challenge?’” Kiara remarked.


“It’s an online game, and I’ve got his credits,” Kovu grumbled, rolling his eyes, “And tell Raye that next time she comes to the Pridelands, I’m saving up a special load just for her.”


“I’m sure she’ll appreciate that,” Kiara giggled.  It was one of the biggest regrets in Kiara’s life that Kovu did not go to the Twin Schools in Breezeport with her.  Zira insisted on homeschooling him in the Outlands, and so when Kiara went back to school, he was all alone with his brother and sister and his mother.  He missed her dearly when she was gone, and when she brought Raye to visit, he had been delighted to meet one of the friends Kiara had talked so fondly about.


“And how are you, big guy?” Kovu asked, looking to her little brother. Kion smiled at being addressed by the older boy, his tufted tail-tip swishing back and forth a little faster.


“I’m good!  I was chasing lizards this morning!” he chirped happily, eliciting an involuntary eye-roll from his older sister.  Kovu ignored her, smiling at the boy.


“Didja catch any?” he asked.


“Um… no, but I came close once!” he admitted, rubbing his nose.


“Tell ya what,” Kovu said, smirking, “You catch one, you bring me its tail as proof, and I’ll show you a few techniques I was taught for hunting.”


“Awesome!!!” Kion squealed, literally hopping up and down in excitement.


“You shouldn’t encourage him,” Kiara whispered, sighing at her little brother’s enthusiasm, “He’s really awful at hunting.  Plus, do you really wanna cut into our only time alone together?”


“It’s odd for ME to be the one saying it, but lighten up, Kiara,” Kovu said, a faint smirk on his muzzle, “Kion’s cool.”


“He’s anything but, but whatever,” Kiara sighed dismissively.  It was Kovu’s turn to roll his eyes.  She knew his relationship with his brother and sister was much less pleasant than hers, and he envied the way she and Kion got along (or at least the way he thought they did).  Knowing he was not going to get any further with Kiara on this topic, he hitched his hands under her legs, picking her clean off the ground.  She yelped in surprise, wrapping her arms around his shoulders instinctively.


Kovu waddled over to a large flat rock nearby, covered with very distinctive scratches and markings.  Kiara saw it and grinned.  It was their “bed” in their private clearing.  Each and every scratch on the rock was put there by their claws, a mark of their ecstasy.  She had tried to count them all once, but lost count very quickly; the entire rock was covered in three years’ worth of remembrances of shared pleasure.

The brown-furred lion laid her back against the rock, smiling down at her.  His hand was on his erection, stroking the pulsing length eagerly.  In the last three years it had only grown larger, even as he had grown. 


“You want to take the lead, or me?” he asked, grinning.  


“I’ve been craving that thing for a month,” Kiara said, practically panting with desire, “Just stick it in me!”


“Well, jeez, here I am tryin’ to be gentle and sweet, and…” Kovu said, looking a little embarrassed.  Kiara cut him off with a gesture and pointed at his penis.


“Gentle and sweet can come later.  Gimme all you got NOW,” she commanded.  It was a tone that brooked no arguments, the type that can only come from a person brought up among royalty.  A sweatdrop rolled down Kovu’s face, but he did as she ordered, stepping forward.


Kiara spread her legs as wide as she could, letting him get a look at her little muff, the slit clearly visible with the fur matted down with her nectar.  It was sopping wet, her fuzzy thighs drenched with her arousal.  She ached inside, an empty void in her loins longing to be filled.  She lifted her hips towards him invitingly, reaching down to spread her labia with a pair of fingers so that he could see her little hole.  The cub’s erections rested against her fuzzy stomach, already drooling three streams of pre into her fur. 


Needing no further encouragement, Kovu knelt before her and aimed his shaft between her inner thighs, pointing the tip right at her treasure.  He took a moment to peel back the skin covering his head, exposing the bulbous, red-purple head.  He gripped her thighs, waiting for her to nod that she was ready.  With that consent given, he pressed into her.  The fat head parted her folds, spreading her to her limits as she cried out in mild discomfort and greater pleasure.


“AH!  D-Did you g-get bigger since last time we saw each other?” she gasped, “Or thicker?”


“Um… I dunno?” Kovu replied, shrugging vaguely, “I mean, it’s possible…  And I sleep with one eye open these days so my parents can’t ambush me with any surprise genetic alterations while I’m out…”


Kiara winced.  The incident when Kovu was five had broken a lot of the trust he had for his parents.  He had talked about plans they had for him, further physical alterations through genetic and nanite engineering.  After the first incident when he was young, Kovu had refused to let them alter him further. 


Kiara decided to jolt him out of his thoughts in the best way she could.  She squeezed her inner muscles and lifted her hips up against him, causing several inches of his shaft to slip into her depths.  He yelped in pleasure, feeling tight warmth and wetness envelop him, practically pulling him in.  She grinned as his eyes focused back on her, and she knew he had forgotten all of the problems of his life, at least for the moment.


It took time for him to finally meet her hip-to-hip.  His penis filled the aching void inside her, providing relief and comfort.  It felt like a hot iron bar inside her, as rigid as stone and probing her deepest core.  She squeezed him, clenching her muscles until she could actually feel his cock pulse and throb.  Kovu’s breath was hot against the side of her neck, his body shuddering as his heavy balls rested against her rear end. 


“Oh, mannnnn…” he moaned, his eyes closed as he made tiny little movements; not really thrusts, but barely even rocking back and forth.  Even such subtle movement brought immense pleasure to the two lion cubs.


“This is where you belong,” Kiara purred, “We are one.”


“Nnnfnnfmmmfm…” Kovu agreed wordlessly, apparently unable to give a more coherent reply.  He drew back his hips slowly, a long and arduous process to pull fifteen inches of swollen lioncock out of her warm, soft tunnel.  She moaned happily, feeling his cock sliding against the hard little nub of her clitoris, sending shivers up and down her spine.  He stopped when the head of his shaft was all that remained inside her, his tufted tail swishing for a moment…


And then he drove in with all the force that his small body could muster. His hips hit hers with a loud slap, his shaft plunging back into her depths with speed.  She yelped, arching her back against him, baring her teeth on instinct.  Her ears laid flat against her head as he began to draw back again.  


His rhythm reminded her of the jungle drums she could hear at dusk from the end of Pride Rock.  A pounding, shaking beat that shook her entire body.  She panted as he slammed his cock home again and again, causing her own trio to slap against her stomach repeatedly.  They were rock hard, aching with arousal.


And then both Kovu and Kiara paused in their lustful thrusting and moaning.  A panting and huffing was coming from nearby.  Kion, nearly forgotten in their arousal, was watching them eagerly, his paws wrapped around his lower members.  He was pumping them in fevered masturbation, pre drooling from his helmets over his paws and onto his fluffy tummy.  His three six-inch members were twitching eagerly, his swollen sack dangling below.  He blinked, suddenly realizing that the other two cubs were watching him.


“Um… S-Sorry…” he said, blushing, “I just…  couldn’t help myself…”


“It’s okay, Kion.  Doubt anyone could resist touching themselves in a situation like that,” Kovu said kindly, “And it wasn’t cool of us to ignore you.  C’mere and we’ll take care of you too.”


“Awesome!” Kion giggled, hopping to his feet.  His shafts swayed back and forth, bobbed up and down excitedly as he scampered towards Kovu and Kiara.  He knelt down beside them on the scarred rock, waiting to see what they wanted him to do.


“I take one side, you take the other?” suggested Kovu, a small grin ghosting across his muzzle.  Kiara eyed her brother’s penises, watching them twitch and drool onto the rock.  


“Sure, why not,” she sighed, as if it were an enormous imposition.  Really, she had no problem with pleasuring her little brother, but she felt she was not being a good big sister if she did not put up at least some token resistance to being nice to him. 


“Okay, Kion, come up near our heads and kneel,” Kovu instructed, pointing to where he wanted Kion to sit.  The boy did so, his big red brown eyes wide in curiosity.  He did not have to wait long to find out what Kovu had in mind.


The older boy opened his mouth wide and took Kion’s lower-left penis inside, letting it slide against his warm, wet, rough tongue until the head prodded the back of his throat.  Kion moaned in pleasure, and moaned even louder as Kiara repeated the action with his lower-right cock.  In their position, Kovu and Kiara’s furry cheeks were pressed to either side of his upper shaft, which drooled pre eagerly.  


Giving a muffled grunt of effort through his mouthful of boycock, Kovu began to pump into Kiara again.  His large, swollen shaft slid smoothly in and out of her sopping wet cleft, her juices drenching his loins.  A small part of Kiara’s mind was only a little aware that she only ever got this slippery slick for Kovu.  


Kiara moaned in pleasure around Kion’s second shaft, beginning to bob her head, even as she thrust back against Kovu.  She could feel the wet trickle of precum soaking her tummy, her own erections drooling there in messy pools.  As Kovu’s cock ground against her clit, she knew it was not going to take much before she reached her peak.  That was fine with her; she was ready to go multiple rounds with the boy.  She could feel his heavy sack slap her rear with enough force to sting a little, and she grunted wordlessly.


Kion groaned and whimpered, feeling two rough tongues rasping up and down his erections.  His hips were bucking of their own accord, his body moving on its own.  His precum splashed the back of their throats, his third shaft splashing their cheeks.  Kiara nipped at his foreskin, her fangs gently tugging on his hood and pulling it back and forth.  Kovu, on the other hand, was bobbing his head slowly, using his lips to tease the swollen flesh.  Kion’s hands came up and rested on Kovu and Kiara’s heads, resting in their hair.  Kiara glared at him, making a noise of protest deep in her throat; but a particularly rough thrust (and a quite intentional one) from Kovu made her forget all about her irritation.  


Kiara groaned, feeling Kovu piston in and out of her muff.  Her trio of erections were bouncing off her stomach, untouched in the action.  She was okay with that; given her group of friends, her particular endowments got constant, unceasing attention.  Even in this new era, tri-futanari and tri-males were still exceedingly rare; particularly natural ones.  At times, she had far too much attention paid to her penises.  Kovu loved all of her, and knew that occasionally she got a little overwhelmed.  Luckily, he paid just as much attention to her sometimes-forgotten feminine anatomy.  He was one of the few people she trusted to allow herself to feel like a girl around, rather than a tomboy.


Kovu pulled off of Kion, panting as he said, “Kiara, I’m… not gonna last much longer…  I was playing with myself a bit before you showed up…”


“It’s okay.  Do what you need to.  I’m almost there too,” Kiara purred, before she teased her little brother’s tip with a long, rasping slurp.  Kion gasped and groaned, shivering.


“Okay…  Then h-here I g-go…  Hfff…  Hnnng… HRRG…  HARRRRRGH!!!” Kovu grunted, growled, then roared, punctuating each thrust with a noise of pleasure.  On the final long, loud shout of pleasure, Kiara felt his cock pulsate violently inside her.  His heavy balls were tensed tight to his sheath, snug at the base of his cock.  Then with a lurch, she felt a spout of searingly hot, thick fluid splash her young, pre-fertile womb.  Kiara’s eyes went wide as the gush went on for five, ten, fifteen seconds before tapering off, already leaking out of her hole and down his balls.  Then the next gush was even more powerful and more violent.


“E-EEEK!  K-Kovu!  You’re… R-Really pent up!!!” she exclaimed, blushing as she felt the boy unload himself in her.  Kovu seemed beyond words, incapable of commenting as he crushed his hips to hers.  He overflowed her again, this time far more than before, splattering his own loins with his seed.


“Whoooa!” Kion giggled, “I wanna splurt thingie-milk like THAT someday!” 


“M-Maybe you should focus on s-splurting now, rather than what you’ll d-d-do in a c-couple of years, little brother,” chided Kiara affectionately.  She grunted, her own orgasm moments away.  She delved down on Kion’s upper shaft, pressing her lips to his sheath and suckling as hard as she could.  Kovu was too busy with his climax to help her with her brother, so she picked up the slack.  She had the little boy moaning, his tail thrashing back and forth as she fondled his six churning testicles, feeling the golf-ball-sized orbs tensing up as they readied their burden.


Kiara’s squeal of ecstasy was muffled as she achieved her own climax.  Her hips crushed tight against Kovu’s, her pubic fur nestled against his.  Her inner walls clamped down upon his cock, her muscles beginning to spasm rhythmically to milk him for his seed.  Tingles of pleasure spread to every nerve ending in her body.  Without ever touching even one of her members, all three gave a mighty surge, three spouts of semen bursting from her tips.  She moaned as they splashed across her own face and chest.  She pumped her hips back against Kovu in time with her ejaculations, panting in delight as her eyes rolled up in her head.


She moaned deep into Kion’s groin, her lips sending vibrations right into the bases of his cocks.  That was enough to finally bring the boy over the edge.


Kion shuddered, then threw his head back as he came. Kiara gasped as what emerged from his throat was not the weak, kittenish “rowl” of a lion-cub, but a mighty roar.  Even as thick ropes of spunk erupted from his three shafts, a wave of indefinable force rolled off the boy, streaking up into the sky.  The branches of the trees around them bent as if blown back by a gale-force wind. Kiara looked around in bewilderment and saw that the lionshead tattoo on Kion’s shoulder was glowing a bright, almost blinding blue-white.


But before Kiara was even sure of what she was seeing, the moment had passed.  The wave of force was gone, the tattoo was just a tattoo.  And then she was blinded by Kion’s spunk blasting her point-blank in the face.  The thick milky goo glued her eyes shut, obscuring her vision of the world around her.  


For Kiara after that, the world was just a whirlwind of pleasurable sensations and moans and splatters.  Her cocks throbbed in unison as they pumped her girl-spunk into the air, splattering everything around her.  Kovu’s much larger erection speared into her depths, pulsating hard enough that she could actually feel it, his cum sloshing around inside her.  Kion’s spunk filled her mouth, and she swallowed repeatedly, the salty-sweet fluid coating her tongue.  


She felt Kovu pull free of her slowly, letting his cum fill up the space his cock had just vacated.  He grunted, and she heard the wet sound of his foreskin sliding back and forth rapidly, as she felt wet blasts against her vulva, coating her pelvis and thighs.  She guessed that he was taking his time, trying to splash cum into her little hole.  Kovu’s aim had never been that good, and he was predictably missing and drenching everything around the target, including her erections.  


Kiara managed to wipe her eyes clean even as she felt Kion scoot up against her side.  He humped forward, driving into her fluffy chest fur from the side, his penises sliding across her nipples as he moaned in delight.  His spunk slicked her fur, lubricating his thrusts even as he gushed.  His body was shaking with the force of his orgasm, his tail thrashing back and forth in time.  She let him buck against her, sighing in a mixture of annoyance and affection.


Kovu finally gave a weak groan and fell to the scored rock beside her, his body shivering as the afterglow set in.  Kion was not far beyond him, making a noise that might have been supposed to be a manly groan of release, but came out more as an almost girlish kitten mewl.  Kiara rode the waves of ecstasy for a minute longer than either of them, helped along by the two of the boys stroking her members as she spurted.  But soon, she too sagged back as the pleasure faded and the afterglow set in.




*****


Panting, exhausted, sweaty, and covered in cum, Kiara could not have been happier as she nuzzled into Kovu’s side.  She even enjoyed Kion’s presence at her side as he kissed her nipple, his rough tongue tickling it, making her shiver.  Kiara noted with satisfaction that her claws had dug some fresh scratches into the rock.


“Woo…  I needed that…” Kovu sighed happily, stroking himself slowly as he milked the last of his orgasm onto his own chest. 

“Seems like it.  How long were you saving up for?” Kiara asked, “Or did you cheat and use some Mega-Spurt ointment?”


“No, if I did that, you’d be as big as a beach ball right now,” Kovu said with a playful grin, “But I have been saving up for three days.  And it was REALLY hard work, believe me.  You know how my family is…” he sighed.  Kiara nodded sympathetically, brushing a lock of hair out of her eyes.  


“Kion, go wash up in the pond,” Kiara ordered, “I’ll be there in a minute to help you scrub your back.”


“Aww…. Okay,” Kion sighed, getting up and shuffling towards the water.  Once he was out of earshot, Kiara frowned and turned to the older boy.


“Did…. Did you notice anything… weird when Kion gushed?” she asked in a whisper.  Kovu blinked and mirrored her frown.


“Weird?  No… Not particularly,” he said, shrugging, “I mean… He must’ve had some pineapple at breakfast, but…”

“Not what I meant,” Kiara said, shaking her head, “...Never mind, maybe I just imagined it.”


*****


(Kion hypnotizes Kiara and Kovu with the Roar of the Elders, has sex with them)


An hour or so later, after scrubbing clean in the pond (using some fur-care products that Kiara had stashed in one of the many tree hollows around their hideaway), the three cubs were hanging out.  Kiara and Kovu had spent some time chatting about the latest events in their lives, while Kion prowled about and explored the hideaway.  Kiara rarely let him tag along, so he liked to take time to explore the place and see what he could find.


This was how Kiara and Kovu often spent their time together in companionable conversation, listening to water trickle into the pool from the creek that fed it.  Birds chirped in the trees above, the cliff walls barely visible beyond the thick brush and vines.  


“And Ronnie teased me about my roar,” Kiara grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest, “It’s not like I haven’t been practicing, but…”


“Lemme hear it,” Kovu said, gesturing encouragingly.  Kiara reluctantly inhaled slowly, then bared her teeth and threw her head forward. Her vocal cords strained as she let out a strangled, rough yowl.  It did not sound remotely like the growling thunder of a fully frown lion.  It was a kittenish noise, and she seemed to know it. Kiara’s cheeks burned bright red as she shot Kovu a glare, daring him to make fun of it.


Kovu, through barely suppressed laughter, managed to choke out, “Well… Uh… th-that wasn’t too… bad…”


“Okay, YOU do better,” Kiara growled irritably, pouting.


“Uh… okay…” Kovu said.  Sucking in a deep breath, he opened his mouth and let out a rasping, growling yelp.  Again, the sound in no way resembled what he was trying for.  He trailed off, hacking and coughing as he strained his throat.


“Yours was… *ACK…* Yours was better,” Kovu coughed weakly, massaging his vocal cords weakly.


“I know,” Kiara agreed smugly, smirking as she patted his back.


“Ooh!  Ooh!  Can I try? Can I try?!” gasped Kion, jogging over before hopping up and down in front of the other two cubs.


“Kion, if we’re too young to roar, you’re gonna be WAY too young to do it,” Kovu said gently, shaking his head, a few locks of his shaggy black hair falling into his face.


“Oh, let him try,” Kiara said, shrugging, “At least it’ll be good for a laugh.”


“I’ll do better’n you!” Kion growled peevishly.  He stomped his foot childishly, his tailtip twitching in irritation, his ears folded back against his skull.  Kiara smirked lazily, unaffected by her little brother’s pique.


“Sure.  If you can roar better than me, I’ll do whatever you say,” Kiara said, rolling her eyes.  She glanced to Kovu, who was rolling his eyes too, though his annoyance was directed at her, rather than Kovu.  He always thought she should treat her younger brother better, given his relationship with his family.


“Okay!  I’ll show you!” Kion snarled.  The little boy fixed the idea of making Kiara do whatever he wanted in his mind.  He inhaled, puffing his chest out.  


As he did, Kiara’s eyes went wide in surprise.  The tattoo on Kion’s shoulder shimmered, then began to glow with a bright blue-white light.  He reared back and opened his mouth wide.  What emerged from the depths of his throat was not a kittenish yowl like Kiara’s, or a coughing snarl like Kovu’s.


A mighty, thundering roar came from Kion, a sound that made Kiara and Kovu’s ears ring with the sheer volume of it.  Again, the tree branches swayed, blown by a radiating wave of power that emanated from the boy.  It dwarfed any sound Kiara had heard her father or grandfather make, a majestic sound that demanded respect and was filled with power.  


The sound washed over Kiara, filling her mind.  It blasted her thoughts away, shattering them with the force of its power.  She gasped, staggering backward a couple of steps. 


She felt strange.  Strangely emotionless, completely thoughtless.  The little boy in front of her was no longer her little brother.  He was a figure of authority.  He was someone she had to obey.  Her eyelids fell half-closed, too heavy to remain completely open.  Her brown eyes shimmered, then glowed bright blue.  Her body shuddered, her penises twitching as arousal welled up within her.  Her tail and and ears drooped, her head listing forward onto her chin.


She could see that Kovu had adopted a similar posture out of the corner of her eyes; ears and tail low, head dipped, shoulders slumped, arms limp at his sides.  His penis was rising up rapidly, erecting with the precision of an architect.  His eyes had a similar shimmer to her own.  She registered these facts without really caring or thinking about them, and they passed out of her mind without a trace.


Kion dropped to his knee, panting.  A wild, happy grin came to his face as he caught his breath and climbed back to his feet. 


“See! I TOLD ya I could roar better ‘n you!” Kion crowed triumphantly.  He blinked, as he did not hear the expected complaining, excuses, or even praise from Kiara.  In fact, she was silent.  He looked at her face.  It had a strange, sleepy blankness to it; an odd lack of expression.  Her eyes were glowing.  Kovu mirrored her beside her, swaying on his feet slowly.


“Uh… K-Kiara?” Kion asked nervously.  The clearing was silent, but for the wind in the trees and the trickle of the creek into the pond.  She did not acknowledge him, continuing to stare off into space.


“...Kiara, you’re scaring me.  Say something, please?” Kion squeaked, his eyes wide with worry.  Had he done something wrong?


“Something, please.”

Kion flinched in shock as she spoke.  He had not expected her to actually say anything when he pleaded.  He stared up at the older girl.  She was continuing to stare straight ahead, swaying slightly, her body devoid of all tension and face devoid of emotion.


“...D-Did you just speak, Kiara?” he asked, just to be sure. 


“Yes,” she responded softly.  Her voice was a low, empty drone.  Kion gasped again, blinking at her.


“...Are… Are you okay?” he asked.  


“I am fine,” she answered simply.  She did not elaborate further on her strange behavior, which was starting to leave Kion less scared and more angry and confused.


“What are you doing?  Why are you actin’ so weird?” he demanded, glaring at his older sister.


“I am doing what you tell me to do.  I am doing it because you told me to do it,” Kiara answered flatly.  


“I… What? Stop teasing me, Kiara, I don’t like it.  And Kovu, you too!” Kion growled angrily.


“I will stop teasing you…” Kiara repeated.


“I will stop teasing you…” Kovu echoed a moment later.  Kion frowned and stared at the two older cubs, his mouth open, his mind whirling in confusion.  He had a sneaking suspicion beginning to form, but he needed confirmation.


“...Kiara, stick a finger up your nose,” he ordered.  


“I obey,” Kiara agreed, and promptly lifted her index finger and inserted it into her nostril.  Her expression did not change even a little, betraying any sign that she found this an odd thing to do or beneath her dignity.


“...Kovu, act like a chicken!” he commanded.  


“Buck, buck, bacaw!” Kovu clucked, flapping his elbows and kicking the dirt.  He ran around in a circle, continuing to cluck and flap.  Like Kiara, his face was studiously blank as he did so, and showed not even a hint that he was not being entirely serious.


Kion’s jaw felt like it was touching the leaves on the ground in sheer disbelief.  Could this really be happening?  


“Stop, both of you!” he ordered.  Kovu stopped in his tracks and returned to the strange, slumped, swaying posture he had assumed before.  Kiara’s finger dropped out of her nose and swung limply from her shoulder. 


“Why are you doing everything I tell you to do?” Kion asked.  Kiara gave a ghost of a shrug, her shoulders twitching a little.


“I don’t know.  You told me to do anything you say.  I will do anything you say,” Kiara said sleepily, her words slightly slurred.  She blinked slowly, obscuring the strange blue glow of her irises for a moment.


“I will do what you tell me,” agreed Kovu simply as if this was a fact like the sky being blue, or water being wet.  Kion stared at them again in complete silence, his mind wheeling from confusion to understanding back to confusion again.  They WEREN’T playing with him or teasing him.  They really WERE under some sort of spell.  And they really WOULD do anything he said.  Kion had no idea how this happened, but like any young boy finding sudden power over his elder sibling, he knew he had to play with it a bit.


“Um… Kiara, bend over that rock and lift your tail!” the boy ordered. Without a hint of hesitation, Kiara turned away from him, shuffled over to the small boulder he had pointed at and bent over, bracing herself against it.  She lifted her tufted tail high and merely waited.  Kion grinned, his three penises practically springing to full, painful arousal.  He toddled forward, his cheeks blushing as he thought about what he was going to do.


“You never let me hump you,” Kion said, peevishly, “Why?”


“...Several reasons… You’re my little brother, and second in line to me.  Taking a submissive position to you would not be right…  Your thingies are small, and I did not think it would be worth it…  and you annoy me all the time so I’ve never felt like it…” Kiara replied flatly.  She never would have said these things aloud if she was in her right mind.  She loved her brother and knew that would hurt his feelings, even if it were true.  But with his command, the words tumbled out of her lips with no regard for anything but obedience to his will.


“Well, now you’re gonna let me!” Kion growled, “Kovu, bring that rock over here, so I can stand on it.”

“I obey…  I will bring the rock…” Kovu repeated dumbly, turning to shuffle over to the stone Kion had indicated.  He bent down, hefted it, and lumbered back, placing in on the ground behind Kiara.  Kion nodded in satisfaction.  It was just the right height to put him at hip level with the taller lioness.


























*****


(Kiara meets Rafiki for advice on Kion’s powers)


The next morning, after meeting her parents for breakfast, Kiara set out into the Pridelands once more.  However, this time, she headed in the opposite direction from the Borderlands.  She trotted at a brisk pace across the grass and scrub deeper into the lands.  Her destination was only couple of hours away on foot.  Not for the first time, Kiara was glad she spent so much time walking in Breezeport.


Her destination was a massively tall, gnarled tree well known to all who lived in the Pridelands, and granted a respectful distance by most of the Pridelanders to give its owner some privacy.  She could see it on the horizon from Pride Rock, which (by the standards of Pridelanders, who eschewed vehicles for getting around to preserve their natural lands) was only a moderate jaunt away.  


She needed answers about Kion and the mysterious power he had displayed yesterday.  There was only one person she knew who might have the information she sought… though getting it out of him without going off on a hundred unrelated tangents might be a significant struggle.


Kiara winced as she jogged across the grasslands, her bare feet padding across the soft ground with ease.  She could feel thick fluid sloshing back and forth inside her, running down her inner thighs.  She wished she had been able to convince her father to cum in her mouth, not her cleft.  Running long distances with Simba’s semen constantly dribbling out of one’s muff tended to make jogging a sticky, chafing endeavor.  Until it drained out of her or was absorbed by her body, she would just have to bear with the unpleasant squishing her thighs made with every step she took.


By the time she reached the tree, she was feeling better.  She had stopped by a small pond to finish cleaning off, before continuing her journey.  The sun was rolling high in the sapphire sky by now, beating down with relentless heat upon the savanna.  


The Ancient Tree was an enormous and thick baobab tree in the middle of a large clear patch of grassland plains.  Its enormously wide trunk rose up from giant roots, to a wide canopy of green leaves that sheltered the top.  


Kiara jogged to the base of the tree, before doubling over and resting her hands on her knees to catch her breath.  She was in excellent shape, more so than almost any other cub in Breezeport, and genetic engineering gave her far more stamina than any youth her age would have had twenty years ago.  Even so, her stamina had its limits, and jogging roughly six miles with only a few brief breaks had her tiring out.


Once her heartbeat slowed, her breathing steadied, and the aching in her legs dulled, she looked up the trunk.  Knowing who she had come to see, he would already have been expecting her.  He was strangely omniscient, and generally knew everything that went on in the Pridelands without needing to be told.  Taking a deep breath, she bared her claws and dug them into the thick bark of the tree, hauling herself upwards. She scrambled up the trunk quickly, the claws of her hands and feet making the climb fairly easy.


She clambered over the edge of the treetop to find herself in a makeshift domicile.  It was not quite a treehouse, but neither could it be called a tent or a hut.  The treetop had been smoothed into a wide and large natural bowl, where the branches curved above to provide nearly impenetrable shelter from the sun and weather.  Tarps of canvas and woven blankets of dried grass patched where the leaves did not cover.  Baskets hung everywhere, and shelves had been built on the branches around, dozens of them.  They were packed with random trinkets, bowls of herbs, jars of liquids, and a hundred other things Kiara could not identify.  A firepit had been built in the center, which did not seem the safest thing to have in a treetop house, but it somehow did not affect the integrity of the tree itself.


It looked exactly as Kiara expected it to look, like a Shaman’s hut… for that is what it was.  This was the home of Rafiki, the Pridelands Kingdom’s most powerful and wisest shaman.  He had been guiding the Kings of the Pridelands since her great-grandfather’s time.  He communed with the spirits, both of the land itself and of the dead; he performed rituals to bring rain, good harvests, and fortunes; and he presented the child of the Royal Family to the world.  Kiara’s earliest memory was of dangling in his arms over the precipice of Pride Rock as he held her up to the sun, the gathered people and feral animals of the Pridelands alike all bowing in honor to her.


Kiara had a skeptical outlook.  She had no idea if his claimed abilities were real or not, but she respected the Shaman immensely.  His advice never failed to help her.  If anyone knew what was up with Kion, it would be him.


She found him as she expected: hunched over the fire in the middle of his space, herbal smoke drifting upwards in lazy swirls.  Even as she watched, he sprinkled a handful of assorted leaves into the fire, his gnarled hands moving gracefully to waft the smoke upward.  He picked up a piece of fruit, biting into its flesh as he contemplated.


Rafiki was a mandrill of venerable and indeterminate age; as far as Kiara knew, he had been an old man when her grandfather was young.  He was tall, but it was hard to tell, given his hunched posture.  He had dark grey fur, with a shaggy ruff of white fur puffed out from his cheeks and around the back of his head, giving him a balding appearance.  His face was exotic, with shining red-brown eyes peering out of a field of yellow.  His cheeks were striped with bright blue, his nose was a streak of red down the center of his face.  His eyebrows were a heavy ridge over his eyes.  


His body was wiry and thin, almost emaciated. Kiara knew this was not due to malnutrition, but more to his ascetic lifestyle.  His penis hung far down between his legs, the head almost dragging on his floor as he was crouched.  Not for the first time, Kiara blushed at the sight of it.


“Um, hello?” she called, when it was clear that Rafiki was far too deep in thought to notice her.


“Ah!” he grunted, looking up from the fire and over to her.  He picked up his walking stick and stood, a grin gracing his kindly face, as he said, “My apologies.  I was communing with the Spirits.  It is rude to talk to those long past, when the living are awaiting attention.  The dead can wait forever, the living do not have that sort of time.”


“It’s okay.  I know you weren’t expecting me,” Kiara replied politely, inclining her head.


“No, I most certainly was expecting you.  Princess. It is rare to see you out here,” said Rafiki, smiling affectionately down at her.  The mandrill shaman leaned on his walking stick, limping as he walked across the wooden floor of the tree.  Kiara was not fooled.  The limp was fake, the leaning was an affectation.  Rafiki had a tendency to play the lunatic, to play an eccentric old man, but he was wiser, smarter, and sharper than Kiara could even imagine.


“Hello, Rafiki,” said Kiara, dipping into a polite curtsey.  She may have been the Princess of the Prideland Kingdom, but the shaman carried and deserved a certain amount of respect and deference, even from her.  He inclined his head, his affectionate smile widening a little at that.


“What brings the beloved daughter of the King to seek my counsel?” asked the Shaman, tossing the remains of his fruit into the fire.  Sweet-smelling smoke wafted through the open canopy as it burned.


“...Um…  Well… Something… sorta weird happened earlier,” Kiara hedged, trying to figure out how to explain the events from earlier without giving too much detail of where she was… and more importantly, who she was with.  Rafiki was well aware of her friendship with Kovu, and she trusted him not to tell her father, but it never hurt to avoid borrowing trouble.  


Rafiki listened as she described Kion’s roar, how it had emanated such immense force, blowing the leaves around.  How the second roar seemed to resonate in their minds and souls, and they had blanked out, only coming to when Kion had asked them to wake up.  Rafiki’s expression was curious at first, then delighted, then calculating and glitter-bright.  Kiara had no idea why.


“Ah, you seek knowledge of the ancient magic that infuses your entire lands,” the mandrill said, chuckling, “I knew you would come to me sooner or later.”


“Magic? Is that what Kion did?” she asked, frowning.


“Yes, yes, and a very simple demonstration at that,” Rafiki said, turning to rummage about in his large number of shelves.  He pushed aside bowls, peeked inside gourds, and occasionally tossed a knick-knack across the room carelessly.


“So, what… My little brother is a wizard?” she asked, frowning, “And why didn’t I get any cool powers?”


Rafiki glanced over his shoulder, clearly trying not to laugh as he said, “No, no. Not THAT kind of magic.  There are many types of magic in this world.  The Pridelands are FILLED with our own special type.  It is part of the Circle of Life, part of the flow and ebb of power in our lands and our peoples.”


“...I don’t understand,” Kiara said flatly, crossing her arms over her chest so that her bangles chimed together.


“You would not. It is a study that takes a lifetime.  Lifetimes, plural,” Rafiki replied, still rummaging, “You have the gift too, though in a different form.  It is how we choose our ruler.”


“I thought it was because I was the firstborn tri-futanari or tri-male,” Kiara said, frowning as she looked down at her trio of penises.


“...Do you really think we pick our ruler based only on what is between their legs?” Rafiki asked, chuckling.


“Um, yyyyeah?  I kinda thought we were a country of perverts or something,” Kiara replied weakly.  Rafiki shook his head, looking a little disappointed at her answer.  She loved Rafiki like an eccentric uncle, but she always hated the way he looked at her when she did not immediately come to the perfect spiritual answer he expected.  


“No, my dear Princess, no.  You have it the wrong way around.  You are what you are because you were chosen by the Spirits of the Kings to rule; you were not chosen because you are what you are,” said Rafiki, still laughing softly, “Your physical gifts are not genetic, like those science-users in the world beyond would have you believe.  They are the mark of the Spirits!”


“So… Everyone who’s chosen by the Spirits of my ancestors… has three thingies?” Kiara asked.


“It is certainly part of it, a manifestation of the power; but it is far more complicated.  Your great-uncle, for example,” Rafiki replied, “He was the Lion Guard like your brother.  But he has lost the gifts the Spirits of the Kings gave him.”


“Why?” Kiara asked, frowning.  Rafiki winced, clearly realizing he had said too much.


“...It is not for me to say,” he said slowly, “It is very complicated and very personal to your grandfather and uncle. It is why you must meet your little friend Kovu in secret, despite how much you love him.”


“...Love him? Eww!  No, I just… I like him a lot!” Kiara said, showing her age as her face screwed up in disgust at the topic of love.  


“...Yes, yes,” Rafiki sighed, with the air of an amused grandfather humoring his grandchild, “You will find the joys of upendi, of love, sooner than later.”


"You're getting off-topic," Kiara chided, both to avoid more talk of love, and to remind Rafiki of the purpose of her visit.


"When you get to be my age, your mind wanders.  It is delightful to see the places it will go," Rafiki said lightly, a non-apology, "But yes, back to the magic of the Pridelands…"


He sighed, turning away from his shelves to face her, grunting as he tapped one of his strangely hand-like feet against the floor.  He spoke after a moment of thought, "The Lion Guard is gifted by the Spirits of the Kings of Old with powerful magic to protect the King or Queen, and the Pridelands themselves.  It is called the Roar of the Elders. It would seem that little Kion has manifested that gift."


“So, what does the Roar of the Elders… do?” Kiara asked.  Rafiki chuckled again, shaking his head.


“You think far too rigidly, Kiara.  The Roar of the Elders is not simply a spell, like in one of your… video games,” he said the last two words with a hint of mild disgust, “It turns the user into a channel for the magic, directed outward into the world at his will.”


“...Sounds like a spell to me,” Kiara grumbled.  At this, Rafiki’s kindly, grandfatherly demeanor finally slipped a little as he directed an annoyed glare at Kiara for a moment, before turning back to his shelves.


“What are you looking for?” Kiara asked.


“Oh, just something I prepared for this moment,” Rafiki said lightly, “It pays to prepare in advance… though it pays more to remember where you actually put your preparation!”


Kiara huffed, trying to keep her temper under control.  Talking to Rafiki was sometimes like herding chickens; you could try to stay on topic all you wanted, but he would run off on tangents constantly, and getting him back on the topic was a constant struggle.


“So, Kion has this power, but you said I have gifts too.  I’ve roared, but never been able to blow away leaves or hypnotize others…” Kiara grumbled, sounding almost annoyed by this fact.


“That is because you are the future Queen.  Your gifts are more subtle.  You may not be able to manipulate the power of the Pridelands so directly, but you have a greater gift.  The wisdom of the Elders, and Spirits of the Kings of Old.  They will advise you, guide you, help you keep the balance of the Circle of Life,” Rafiki explained.

“...My gift is wisdom?” Kiara asked, sounding far less than impressed by this fact.  Rafiki laughed loudly, shaking his head.


“You are young, my dear.  You do not see the value of wisdom yet.  If you were as old as Mufasa… or even as old as your father, you would see that wisdom is a far greater gift than being able to blow away one’s foes with a blast of force,” Rafiki said gently, “With wisdom, one would never need to face one’s foes in the first place.”


Kiara’s expression practically screamed how dubious she found that particular proposition.  Rafiki rolled his yellow eyes, used to the child’s skepticism.  


“...Forgive me, Rafiki, I just…” Kiara said ruefully, “Wisdom versus being able to roar and cause shockwaves…”


“Again, you are young,” Rafiki said simply, “And I think you will think quite differently once you experience the wisdom of which I speak.”


He suddenly gave an exclamation, a strange sound somewhere between “Aha!” and a monkey’s chatter.  He pulled out a small gourd bowl full of a violently purple powder.  The color was nearly eye-searing in its neon brightness.  He picked it off the shelf and took a handful of powder into his hand.


“What is that?” Kiara asked, frowning.


“It is a powder made from a certain species of flower found in the jungles.  I had a vision of your visit a week ago, and travelled out to find it and make this,” the old mandrill said, leaning his staff against the wall, as he held up the handful of powder for her to see.


“Yes… but what is it for?” Kiara asked, putting her paws on her hips, frustrated.


“This!” said Rafiki as he suddenly turned and blew the handful of purple powder. The violet cloud struck Kiara, instantly filling her nose, her mouth, her lungs.  She staggered backward, hacking and coughing in surprise.  


“Wh-What in the… what was th-that?!” Kiara gasped, her lungs burning for clean air.  She felt strangely lightheaded.  The world seemed to tilt back and forth, like she was suddenly standing on a ship tossed by angry seas.  The world seemed to waver and shift around her, as the image of Rafiki seemed to blur before her eyes, a multicolored aura surrounding him.


“Just relax, Princess Kiara.  Your perceptions are expanding beyond the physical,” Rafiki said calmly, “Just let it happen, and let your mind calm…”


“Nnn… I… I should… let it happen…  Let my mind calm…” she mumbled.  It seemed like a good idea, like something she should do.  She was so confused, her mind muddled.  Her thoughts were coming in strange fragments, barely coherent.  The little lioness’ eyes blinked dazedly and she let out a soft moan.  Her knees buckled under her, no longer able to support her weight.  She felt rough and wrinkled, but strong hands catch her under her armpits, keeping her from sagging to the floor as she swooned.


“Kulala, mchanga.  Utanitii.  Utasikia sauti ya wafalme wa zamani.  Utaona mambo yatakayokuja, na utambue yaliyopita.  Toka katika ndoto za zamani, sasa...” Rafiki’s raspy voice chanted in her ears, speaking the language of her ancestors.  She did not understand the words, consciously at least, but some meaning seemed to impart deep into her dazed mind.  She moaned softly, her eyelids drooping sleepily, her thoughts slowing.  His words, murmured in a strange, rhythmic singsong were fascinating, filling her mind even if she could not comprehend them.


The colors of her altered perception were swirling and whirling before her eyes, and Kiara just let it go.  She had no idea what was happening, and was having trouble finding the willpower to care.  It felt so much better to just drift away and let whatever Rafiki had done to her happen.


Rafiki continued to chant, placing her onto her back onto a zebra-skin rug.  She stared up at the leaves above through half-lidded eyes, watching them sway and dance above her.  They seemed to be moving with a life of their own, and she found it too fascinating to even blink.


He tossed more herbs into the fire, causing billowing swirls of scented smoke to waft into the air, as he continued to chant, dancing around her.  His strange hand-like feet padded against the smoothed wood, and Kiara could not help but watch his penis swing about pendulously out of the corner of her eye.  It did not escape her that he was growing rapidly erect, the greyish length swelling and beginning to harden.  The black head was peeking out from under his foreskin as it pulled back a little.


Kiara laid still, letting him dance around her prone form.  Moving took too much effort; and with the world whirling about her and the colors spinning in her head, she was not sure moving was much of a good idea either.  She presented no resistance, remaining limp in his grip as he began to pull her clothing off, placing it aside and out of the way.  He placed her back down against the rug, using another roll of fabric to cushion her head gently.  She rested there on her back, her chest rising and falling slowly, her heartbeat calm and gentle.  Her penises were half-erect against her tummy, the three pink lengths extended out of her sheath, but still rubbery and not stiff. 


“Kulala, mchanga.  Utanitii.  Utasikia sauti ya wafalme wa zamani.  Utaona mambo yatakayokuja, na utambue yaliyopita.  Toka katika ndoto za zamani, sasa…  Kulala, mchanga,” he chanted now, repeating the words over and over.  


Kiara’s body responded to the words, even if her mind could not understand them clearly.  Her penises began to swell and stiffen, rising up off her stomach to poke up into the air at an angle. The foreskins pulled back as the shaft grew, revealing the red-purple heads of each.  Her thighs dampened with nectar, her clitoris poking out from her fur in a little pink dot.  She shivered and stared upward, the sensations only helping to deepen the effects of the flower’s powder coursing through her veins.


“Kulala, mchanga.  Utanitii.  Utasikia sauti ya wafalme wa zamani.  Utaona mambo yatakayokuja, na utambue yaliyopita.  Toka katika ndoto za zamani, sasa…” Rafiki chanted, before suddenly grunting, “Anng… Rrrf…”


Out of the corner of her eye, through the whirling colors and phantom images that were filling her vision, Kiara could see Rafiki masturbating rapidly.  His penis was rock hard, already drooling precum.  He was eating something with his free hand, chewing on some sort of weed.  Kiara could only assume it was a powerful aphrodisiac, for he had gone from flaccid to drooling in record time.  As far as Kiara knew, he eschewed all of the genetic enhancements her generation got at birth, and many of the adults got later in life. 


He did not need those enhancements, as a nineteen-inch shaft pulsed between his legs, swaying around like a staff of wood as he danced around her.  His hand pumped his foreskin back and forth, slopping precum onto the floor in splatters.  He continued to chant, his eyes rolling around in his head as he worked himself into both physical and spiritual ecstasy.  


“Kulala, mchanga… NRNNNNGAH!” Rafiki moaned.  His cock began to pulsate, firing powerful spouts of semen into the air as he continued to pump it.  He did not let it splatter haphazardly.  He grabbed a large gourd from nearby and aimed the head of his cock into it.  Kiara heard his spunk drumming against the dried inside of the gourd, beginning to fill it with messy blasts.  He moaned his pleasure to the world, visibly bucking his hips back and forth as he ejaculated.  Despite his venerable age, he was clearly sexually healthy, and his heavy gray-furred testicles were working at full production. 


Kiara did not have enough mind left to be curious about what he was doing.  She could hear him moaning and grunting as he rode his orgasm, filling the gourd until thick white liquid oozed over the top in messy dribbles.  He waddled bowlegged over to the edge of the tree, and finished his orgasm there, slinging ropes of cum out into the savanna without a care for what he splattered.  What little of Kiara’s mind was still coherent felt like it was a big waste when she was right there.


However, it seemed that splashing his seed all over the half-conscious, 99%-hallucinating cub was not what he had in mind.  At least not in that particular manner.  


Sighing as his orgasm came to a close, he hefted the now-quite-heavy gourd up into his arms, carrying it over to some of his shelves and baskets.  He muttered to himself, some of it in the common tongue, some of it in the ancient language.  He plucked handfuls of ingredients from the baskets and crushed them in his palms before dropping the powdered material into the gourd.  He poured some of the brightly colored fluids from the jars in, pink, bright blue, eye-searing green.  He waved his hands over the gourd, beginning to chant something else Kiara could not understand, before dipping the end of his staff in and stirring.


Hefting the gourd back into his arms, he carried it over to Kiara’s side and dropped down into a characteristic simian crouch beside her prone body.  He dipped a finger into the semen mixture in the gourd and pulled it out.  Kiara could see that it had taken on a pale blue color.  He pressed his wet, warm, sticky finger to her bare chest and began to draw a design there, sliding his finger across her fur and leaving it damp and slick.  He painted her body now, tracing out strange designs in her fur with the cum, none of which Kiara could see.  


She was barely aware he was doing anything.  THe colors were deepening before her eyes, and the world was fading around her.  She did not know what was happening to her, but she felt so sleepy and warm and blissful that she knew it was something good.  


Rafiki leaned down and marked her face with the blue cum paint, trailing it over her muzzle, up the bridge of her nose, over her eyes.  He muttered something the whole time.


“You are almost ready now, Princess,” he said, and Kiara almost missed it, so used to hearing him babbling in a language she could not understand.  His delicate fingers trailed up each of her penises, leaving a stripe of cum-paint on the top and the underside, and a mark on the head as he pulled back each hood in turn.  He drew a circle around her clitoris, taking a moment to tickle it and make her shiver.


“Kulala, mchanga.  Ni wakati wako kuungana na mizimu.  Ni wakati wa wewe kuona wakati ujao.  Utalala.  Utaiga.  Utakua!” he chanted.  As he called out the last three words, the world seemed to melt away around Kiara.  The tree faded. The sky seemed to come down towards her through the leaves to grasp her.  She yowled like a kitten, arching her back as three blasts of cum fired into the air.  She moaned, a sudden and spontaneous orgasm ripping consciousness from her and drawing her away from her world… into another...




*****
(Kiara has visions granted by the Kings and Queens of Old)


Kiara awoke lying flat on her back, still in mid-orgasm as three streamers of semen splashed her face and neck.  She coughed, accidentally inhaling a bit, causing her to roll over onto her side as she tried to get air into her lungs.  Thankfully, she managed to clear her airway within a second and shuddered as she rode the crests and troughs of her orgasm.


The first thing she noticed is that it was hard to say that she was anywhere.  The world seemed to be a vast expanse of grey-white emptiness.  It wasn’t so much that it was a fog, or avoid, but more that it was that the world had yet to form.  


Kiara should have felt confused, disoriented, scared. Instead, she felt completely calm, even as spunk spat from her three erections.  Her heartbeat was slow and steady, which it definitely should not have been in the middle of what felt like a mind-rending orgasm.  After she caught her breath, Kiara stood up.  


This struck her as odd too.  First, she should not have been able to stand with pleasure rendering her legs jelly.  Her orgasm, pulsing, gushing, clenching, was making her knees weak.  But she easily found her footing with little trouble.  Second, there did not seem to be anything she was standing ON, no ground.  It wasn’t solid, it wasn’t soft, it wasn’t air or water.  She was just STANDING without visible or tactile support.


Again, she supposed she should have felt confused.  But no such emotion occurred to her.  She was merely mildly and vaguely curious, and completely content.  It wasn’t that she sought answers. The answers would come to her, but she doubted they mattered much.


Shrugging, Kiara began to walk.  She did not seem to be moving or going anywhere, but she walked nonetheless.  It seemed like the right thing to do.






Kiara stared in muted fascination at the sight of everyone she knew in the throes of ecstasy.  Raye’s pink fur and crimson hair were ablaze with a strange shimmering light as her twin erections spouted pearly ropes of cum across the void.  The twins, Ronnie and Rennie were grinding against each other, their tongues intertwined, their knots fully engorged, even as their semen blasted against the other wolf-fox’s silver thighs, soaking them.  Coal grunted, his cheeks bulging as his own spunk flooded them, his lips wrapped around the head of his swollen cock.  Bugs and Lola thrust their hips into the air, spouting mightily without even touching themselves; the two rabbit cubs seeming to climax through sheer force of will.  Sonia and Manik knelt side by side, hands on each other’s penises, even as lances of milky goo burst from the bulbous heads into the air.


She wandered among the frozen figures, unsure exactly what she was doing, but feeling the strange urge to follow her instincts.  She edged around Ms. Heindell as she thrust her hips forward, one hand massaging one of her breasts, the other squeezing her cock.  She saw Raye’s mothers, Skye and Kiyone nearby, one of the red-furred vixen’s cocks buried to the hilt in the fennec’s muff.  The fennec’s tongue was lolling out as she stroked Kiyone’s second penis under her own, and three gigantic gushes of semen fountained high into the air.  Kiara took a moment to examine them from several angles, before moving on.


Others she knew stood still as statues, frozen at the peak of ecstasy: teachers, shopkeepers, other children, random people she knew from around Breezeport.  She wandered among the hundreds, thousands of people, unsure where she was going, but sure of the direction she had to go.


Then she found them; her mother, her father, her family, all of the lions in her tribe.  Simba’s mouth was open in a silent roar of ecstasy, his fists clenched at his hips, his back arched violently.  All three of his penises were firing off, sending enormous ropes of spunk into the air as his three pairs of testicles worked overtime.  Nala was on all fours, her tail raised high, a sprinkle of her nectar splashing the “floor” as her inner muscles clenched down.  Mufasa’s mouth was echoing his son’s inaudible roar of ecstasy, his three shafts jerking violently as every mighty muscle in his body was visibly clenched.  Three spouts of royal semen splattered his wife, drenching Sarabi’s fur, soaking her breasts and face as she snarled in delight, her fingers buried deep in her quim.


The royal advisor, Zazu the hornbill, sat groaning as he pumped his cock, splattering his own chest with strands of spunk.  Nearby, Kiara spotted her father’s best friends, Timon the meerkat and Pumbaa the warthog.  Timon was riding in Pumbaa’s lap, the warthog’s cock sticking up between his thighs, his smaller member sliding on top.  T












******
(Kiara wakes up, talks more with Rafiki)




“Kuamka.  Rudi kutoka kwa usingizi wako.  Amka…” murmured Rafiki repeatedly, slowly..  Kiara groaned and opened her eyes slowly, looking around in disoriented confusion.  Her eyes focused first on her own shafts, still spouting three strands of cum at a time onto her stomach, adding to the mess already drenching her fur.  Rafiki’s cock was pulsing and firing onto the floor at his feet, rubbing between her inner thighs as he slowly thrust back and forth.


“What… What was…” Kiara croaked, her voice hoarse and cracking.


“Ah, you have awakened from the vision trance,” said Rafiki, gently stroking her hair.  She blinked dazedly.










“Y’know, I have been thoroughly brainwashed since birth and conditioned and programmed with all sorts of post-hypnotic triggers.  There was probably a much easier way to do this,” Kiara said, coughing.  She winced as a wisp of purple mist emerged from her mouth.  Rafiki chuckled, milking his foreskin and dribbling the last droplets of semen onto her stomach.


“Easy does not mean right, Princess.  You needed the visions.  You needed to feel the power that the Circle of Life brings to the Pridelands.  No normal hypnotic trance would do this,” Rafiki explained lightly, “Besides, your father and grandfather both underwent the same rituals when they were your age.”
















*****


“Simba!  Simba!  Ol’ buddy, ol’ pal!” Timon gasped, skidding to a halt in the center of the throne room.  Pumbaa trundled in after, bent over with hands on his knees, gasping for breath.  Kiara had rarely seen the excitable pair looking so distressed.  Indeed, their whole philosophy in life was to try to avoid stress and excitement.


“Timon, what’s going on?  You look like you just sprinted here from the jungle,” Simba said, pulling away from Sarabi, panting.  A nearby lioness handed him a towel, which he used to wipe his penises clean.


“We DID,” Pumbaa wheezed, his hands on his knobby knees as he looked up at Simba.


“The Outlander lions crossed the border.  A lot of ‘em!  They’re headed here right now.  We ran here as fast as we could to tell ya!” Timon said firmly.


“Zazu!” Mufasa growled.  Without a further word or need for instruction, the hornbill gave a curt nod and spread his wings, leaping into the air and soaring out of Pride Rock.  Mufasa watched him go for a moment, then turned back to face the warthog and meerkat pair.


“How long ago?” he asked, his deep voice calm, but firm.


“Dunno.  We kinda lost track o’ time while we were breaking all o’ the Prideland Marathon records,” Timon said, grabbing a bowl of juice from one of the trays at the side of the room and downing it in one gulp, “We caught a ride on a couple o’ tame feral zebras, but who knows.  By the way, Simba, you’ll need to pay for ‘em…  We didn’t exactly ask fer permission from their owners.”


“I’ll handle it,” Simba reassured them, before turning to his father, “They can’t be more than a day out.  


















“Simba, how very… nice to see you,” said Scar, sauntering forward slowly.  His tone of voice made it quite clear that the sentiment was not entirely sincere.  Simba glared back at him, clenching his fists at his sides.


“Uncle.  You are not welcome here at Pride Rock, and you know it,” he growled softly, “...Please leave now.”  


“Is that any way to greet a beloved family member, my king?” Scar asked, his tone of voice sibilant and silky.  Kiara looked back and forth between him and her father, frowning.  


“I don’t wish to have you removed in front of my daughter, so please, leave,” Simba said, baring his sharp teeth angrily.  


“I come in peace, dear nephew,” said Scar, spreading his arms wide, “I am here merely as an… escort for Zira, leader of the Outlander Lion Tribes.”


He gestured towards the woman.  Kiara had not seen her in three years, but she looked exactly the same as then.  The lioness sauntered forward, her nude hips swaying as she stepped out in front of Scar.


“You are not welcome either, Zira.  Our treaty with the Outlander tribes is clear and unambiguous.  You are not to set foot within the Pridelands, or it shall be considered an act of war,” Simba growled, “My patience is great, but not infinite.  Leave now, return to your home, and this will be forgiven.”


“I do not answer to you, False King,” Zira sneered, “And I AM home.  You and your tribe will be leaving Pride Rock this day, as the true heir to the throne of the Pridelands ascends.”


“...Putting aside flowery diplomat-speak, what the hell are you talking about, Zira?” Simba growled, putting his hands on his hips and glaring.  






“Kovu!!!” Kiara called, in shock at the boy’s appearance.  The boy gave no sign he heard her, his eyes glassy and unfocused. He was swaying on his feet slowly, his expression strangely blank and empty.






“I am afraid…” Zazu said slowly, looking up at Simba and Mufasa with immense regret to be saying it, “...that Mufasa has no legal standing here.  He has abdicated his rule to Simba.  And…”


He paused, considering what he was about to say carefully, “...And while Scar cannot challenge for the right to rule, due to his exile…  Kovu CAN challenge.  The law makes no distinction for adoptions versus bloodline succession.  As Scar’s son, he is part of the Royal family, and has the right.”


“I will not fight a child,” Simba said firmly, crossing his arms, “Particularly one who is CLEARLY not in his right mind.”


“...Then you surrender,” Zira hissed, smiling as she rested a paw on Kovu’s shoulder, “And Kovu is your new King.”


“...She is correct, King Simba, I regret to say.  If you do not face Kovu in the challenge, then you surrender, and the rule passes to him,” Zazu whimpered reluctantly.




Kiara looked up at her father, then back at Kovu.  Kion whimpered beside her, scared, his tail tucked between his legs.  Deep down, she knew what she had to do. 


“Then I’ll face him,” Kiara announced, stepping forward and shoving Kion towards Sarabi gently.  The boy scampered towards his grandmother, hiding behind her legs.  Kiara walked out in front of Simba.


“I’m the rightful heir, Uncle Scar.  That means I’M the one you should be talking to.  And Kovu will have to fight me,” she said firmly.


“Kiara, no.  Get back,” Mufasa growled, “This is not the time for this.”


“Grandfather, this is EXACTLY the time for this.  He is my friend.  And right now, my enemy, even if he doesn’t want to be,” Kiara said firmly, “And that makes him my responsibility as Princess and the heir to the Spirits of the Kings of Old.”


Simba’s eyes widened to hear Kiara refer to the Spirits.  She had never talked about the mystical qualities of the Pridelands before, at least not with any respect.  She had never seemed to believe in the magic of their realm; had treated it as if it was merely legend and superstition, traditions and rituals to be appeased in her service.  But never had she treated it as something real and tangible.










“Daughter, are you certain?” Simba asked, kneeling down so that he could look the little girl eye-to-eye. What he saw there in her red-brown gaze was a powerful resolve that even made him gasp in surprise.


















“Uhnnnn…” Kovu moaned weakly, blinking repeatedly as he slowly lifted himself up on his elbows, “...K-Kiara…?  Where am I?  What happened?”


“Kovu!  You snapped out of it!” Kiara gasped in joy, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug.  This only confused Kovu even more, as he looked around in complete disorientation, seeing his parents and older siblings looking livid, and Kiara’s family glaring back at them.


“...I… I don’t remember anything,” Kovu said softly, “and I have the feeling I missed a lot…”




*****


Scar gasped as he staggered backward, clutching his chest.  Simba smirked, sweeping his arms around and sliding his foot forward in a classic fighting stance.


“Uncle, I have spent my entire childhood wrestling with Nala.  On top of that, one of my close friends was Arc Royale… the current reigning World Martial Arts champion.  You don’t grow up around him without picking up some techniques,” he said simply, “
  




*****

“Kion, you gotta roar!” Kiara panted, ducking behind the rock with Kovu and her brother.


“What?” Kion squeaked, looking terrified as his sister sheltered him.


“If you wanna stop the fighting, you gotta roar.  Like you did earlier!” Kiara growled, “I know you can do it.”






Outside, Kion’s roar would have been a mighty one that would have echoed for a mile.  It exuded power that would have flattened the grass with blasting wind.  


Inside the throne room inside Pride Rock, it sounded like the roar of a lion god, more than a lion king.  A wave of force rolled off the little boy, radiating outward, throwing apart the combatants and sending them tumbling to the floor.  




Simba, Scar, Mufasa, Zira, Sarabi, Nala, all of the other lions and lionesses; all slowly climbed to their feet.  Kiara, peeking around the throne, could see their eyes glowed a vibrant, pulsing blue.  Their expressions, previously contorted in anger, were now placidly blank.  




Kion panted and fell to his hands and knees, gasping for breath.  Kiara rushed to his side, as Kovu stepped out. 


“It worked…” Kovu remarked, his eyes wide as he walked forward and prodded Scar’s hip.  The lion did not react to the touch and stared blankly ahead, his chest rising and falling slowly.


“Kion, that was amazing!” Kiara exclaimed, gently helping her little brother to his feet.  She kissed his cheek affectionately.






“So… What do we do with ‘em now?” Kiara asked, looking up at her hypnotized father and grandfather.  They did not respond to her voice, continuing to stare ahead as the power of Kion’s roar enthralled them.


“I… dunno?  Dad, lift your arm!” Kiara ordered.  Simba did not respond.

“...I think they’ll only listen to Kion.  It’s his roar,” Kovu said, placing a paw on the younger boy’s shoulder gently.





Kiara grinned and looked over to Kovu, her tail-tip twitching eagerly as she said, “...I have an idea.  Kion, repeat after me…”






*******


Simba had personally paid for a course of genetic and nanite reversions, to return Kovu back to his original self and undo the damage his uncle and Zira had done.  Kovu had been eternally grateful, but had refused to let him undo the 


And finally, Zira had enrolled Kovu in the Twin Schools in Breezeport.  Kiara had instructed Kion to plant a post-hypnotic suggestion to do so, and Zira had apparently rationalized it as her own idea.  Thousands of miles away from the Pridelands, away from their tribes and their homes and everything that got in the way, Kiara and Kovu could be friends and be together all they wanted.