“Argh!” Growls Kion, as he feels his back colliding against the dry and not welcoming ground he has just been thrown onto. The male lion prince feels, among the physical pain, the disgrace of losing a wrestling match against his female sister and future queen of the Pridelands. “I told you, Kion, you're no match for me at all…” Mocks Kiara, looking straight into Kion’s eyes as he adopts a ‘passive-aggressive’ posture. “That's not fair! You used your paw to drag me down….” Kion yells, meanwhile displaying a grumpy face as he slowly gets up from the spot he had landed a couple of seconds before, leaving behind a large landing mark that his butt has created due to the violent impact. “I don't recall having the chance to define the rules of this wrestle in particular since you were the one who bumped over my back in a failed attempt to bring me down…. Little brother,” states Kiara, always transmitting a superior gesture towards her brother; she looks down, exactly where the battered younger cub is, as she smiles while keeping her eyelids halfway. Kion is furious; he cannot stand another failed attempt to win a physical match against his older sister. In his mind, as the leader of the lion guard, he should possess a stronger physique compared to any other lioness in general. Combined with his sharp claws and fangs, not forgetting to mention the roar of the elders, Kion should be a tough cookie to break even for an adult male lion, Simba himself would struggle to defeat his son, but unfortunately, things are different in reality. Kiara is still the stronger cat in this particular rivalry. “Well, gotta find Tiifu and Zuri…..” Explains Kiara as she turns around and gives her first steps away, but obviously not before mocking her brother one last time. “....Maybe they can give me a real fight between feral felines, like they and I are.” Kion observes, in pure hate, his sister walking away as the sun reflects the golden hue of her peach fur, something that always hypnoses the prince of the Pridelands, in a very subconsciously attractive way, but not in this particular occasion, as the lion still feels a burning hatred rising from his innards. Later that day, after deciding to ruminate over his defeat alone, laid on the edge of the Pridelands, having a privileged view from the cloudy and dark ravines and cliffs of the Outlands, Kion doesn't realize the ghostly figure that materializes from behind the mist that coats the lands controlled by two hyena clans that split the territory in half. The distracted lion still doesn't catch any irregular movement from behind his back due to his distracted current nature; the ghostly figure, showing off the characteristic pattern of spots in its fur, knows exactly what it's doing. From behind the relaxed feline, the ghostly figure revealed to the hyena finally takes its terminal move, flexing its hind legs, boosting the leap, and finally landing over the lion’s back, pinning the prince of the Pridelands to the ground as a clear and sweet-toned voice, carrying a cute accent, flows through the wind and gently invades Kion's eardrums: “Haha! Got ya…” Kion, who previously had felt his blood freezing after predicting he had just gotten caught by a hostile hyena, immediately feels a wave of relief as he listens to that lovingly and mild voice surrounding his eardrums. He knows exactly who that voice belongs to. “What's the matter, fraidy cat?” Jokes Jasiri, leaning her face against Kion’s nape, gently nibbling his ear as she starts wagging her bicolored tail. “Does the hyena standing over your back bother you?” Jasiri giggles after whispering the words into Kion’s ears. “Heh…” Starts Kion as he turns his eyes to their right corner in an attempt to observe the hyena who is still standing over his back. “I'd rather switch places with you and be the one that's over your back in this situation.” Replies Kion, ensuring to overtone the maliciousness in your still unmatured voice. Jasiri smiles, appreciating the sagacity of the lion cub and, in a clear response to his provocative words, the hyena woos him with a grin while her tail keeps wagging anxiously, exposing how a simple physical contact with Kion ignites Jasiri up like a candle; the strongest hyena in the perimeter of the Outlands allows her tongue to slide from between the lips, moistening her lower lip as her tongue is pressed against it; the tongue of the hyena penetrates through an abundant patch of golden fur that coats the back side of Kion's neck. “Do your parents know you're trying to hit a hyena?” Jokes Jasiri, breaking any oral contact that she once had with Kion's attractive body. She steps out of the cub’s back, immediately cuddling the side of her gray-purplish-spotted face against Kion’s golden fur, feeling the heated nature of that comfortable pelt. “They don't have to know….” Answers Kion, feeling the fluffy hyena pelt permeating through his characteristic leonine fur, leading the lion prince to accept and understand the hyena's friendly and enthusiastic reception as the green sign to proceed on the 'mating call’. He watches Jasiri's hips slowly moving away from his face; step by step given by the hyena turns everything way clearer to the sexually aroused feline: the way both of Jasiri's spotted butt cheeks wiggle as her hind paws collides against the ground as she slowly walks stirs Kion as he starts imagining a scenario where his face is buried inside the tight grip of Jasiri's buttocks. “Mischievous ca-” Jasiri gets suddenly surprised as the lion cub climbs over and perches at her back, keeping his waist perfectly aligned to her naked and exposed butt. The hyena feels the lion anchoring his hind legs around her purple back heels, he is using his toes to maintain the balance of the embrace between his paws and Jasiri's hind legs. The hyena is still unaware of it, but behind her butt cheeks, Kion's massive penis awaits impatiently for taking its role in this part of the story. It throbs erratically as it approaches Jasiri's twinkling anus, almost as if Kion's penis can sense the bittersweet, almiscarted scent that's being emanated from that ass, which might be extremely attractive for penises, religiously believing that penetrating an ass is the maximum pleasurable role a penis can exercise. “W-what are you d-….” Kion gives no choice to the hyena, ignoring any negative reaction that would be uttered from Jasiri, he immediately shoves all the length he has into the hyena’s anus, which easily bears every inch of that steady intruder inside, also giving it a warm embrace in a visibly failed attempt to hold it and prevent any further movement, as the male starts to go forth and back repeatedly. “Kion, I-” Jasiri, feeling her body trembling as the male feline rolls his ribs, putting every inch he has inside her inwards, once again, has no chance to say a word to the leader of the lion guard, who keeps thrusting rapidly and deeper, clearly out of his average and kind mood. The hyena, realizing there might be something wrong, decides to allow her feline friend to 'release’ all the stress he might be bearing for whatever reason. “Well, despite the violence applied, I think I can handle it..." Reflects Jasiri, keeping it as an intern monologue. “After all, his penis is not that big…” Giggles Jasiri, lowering her head and moaning as she proceeds, in a clear demonstration of submission; the feline lies his head against the black and purple mane of the hyena, he grumps each time his barbed dick slides through Jasiri’s succulent anal sphincter, feeling the round meaty structure getting extremely narrow, enough to hook the sharp barbs that surround his aggressive and erect shaft onto the wrinkled path offered by the Hyena's rectum, which slowly gets extremely sensitive to the friction applied by Kion’s erect penis: each thrust leads the hyena to kick the ground with her left hind paw unintentionally as the intrusive penis starts to come back, after penetrating deeper, enveloped by multiple thin layers of pre-sperm that were recently released from its pointy tip, which has ‘survived’ the trip from Jasiri's inwards to the gentle breeze of the Pridelands, as half of Kion's penis slides out of the sweet agony of getting milked by the hyena’s anus. “A-Ah! Destroy me!” Jasiri huffs as sweat starts pouring from her long hyena's mane. Between her hind legs, her pseudo-penis, which is extremely characteristic of female hyenas, pumps up at every thrust applied from the lion behind Jasiri's rear as its tip, provocatively shaped like a vulva, rubs against the grass beneath their bodies. Jasiri, who keeps pressing her sharp fangs against her lower lips, can only stretch her hind paws widely apart from each other so Kion can use all the length he might need to prize the hyena with his royal semen. The sun goes down progressively as both the hyena and the lion finally reach their respective limits. Jasiri’s anus is worn out, sore, and displaying a reddish look due to the intense friction applied by the feline's dick, which keeps brushing, with the prominent barbs that surround its shaft, the wrinkled path within Jasiri's rectum; the meaty path inside the Hyena's anus, once compared to a tiny pipe, is not as tight it used to be before the anal intercourse. “K-Kion…” Whispers Jasiri, openly demonstrating how physically overused she is, almost begging for the lion who’s still mounted on her body, going forth and back repeatedly, using the semen released multiple times as an advantage to insert everything he has inside that anus without a major effort; Kion smiles, closing his eyes, feeling physically satisfied as he goes balls deep inside the hyena's rectum. “D-don't say a word…” Exclaimed Kion, feeling his penis covered by the thick micropond of sperm caused by the multiple orgasms followed by the genetic fluids’ release that fulfilled Jasiri's succulent path. "Your body indicates how much you're enjoying it…” Whispers the lion, referring to the translucent coverage of vaginal fluids, which are creating multiple protein alloys between the plants that were watered by Jasiri's fluids that were recently released from the Hyena's pseudo penis. Both the lion and the hyena growl as the male’s penis releases a last, thin, and almost transparent gush of sperm, immediately becoming limp as the hyena drops to the ground, lying on her side and finally interrupting the deep connection between their different bodies. “Wow!” Barks Kion abruptly as he watches, in extreme shock, the large amount of sperm that's being gushed out from Jasiri’s prolapsed anus. Also amazed and confused by the reddish hints of blood that tint the multiple bubbles of air that follow the flow of sperm that cascades from the hyenas’ anus. Jasiri lies on the side of her body while she keeps her tongue outside her mouth, keeping one eye closed, and panting heavily; her mouth is so dry that no hint of saliva, usually covering the surface of her tongue, can be seen in that area. She can feel the gooey load of sperm leaking from her spicy and grilled inwards, winking erratically as it slowly recovers its almost perfectly round-shaped output. The hyena is finally ready to get up from the place she lies in. She's about to take her first step, slowly and steadily, as she's still struggling against the lack of muscular endurance in her hyena hindquarters, mainly due to the recent overwhelming activity set on it moments ago. However, the hyena feels an extremely awaited, and balsamic relief being applied to her anus, which is extremely sensitive to the touch of the wind, the touch of a simple feather would be extremely painful to the hyena; however, somehow, the touch and caress of Kion’s tongue works as a relief after the intense intercourse “A- K-Kion! Please! Stick it inside! I need it… so much!” Says Jasiri, almost begging for the owner of that tongue, which is delicately sweeping the remains of the lodged sperm that's coated within the fur that circulates her twinkly and still extremely stretched anus; however, the simple touch of that slimy and covered by tiny barbs tongue induces her sphincter to collapse against its own center and due to its erratic movement her wrinkled ring starts to ‘puke’ a dense mass of Kion’s sperm. “Sorry, Jasiri.” Starts Kion, as he observes a white load of sperm, contrasting with the dark purple hue of Jasiri's pelt, leaking from the output of the hyena's digestive system. “If I dare to penetrate you, I am going to probably hurt you, and I love you too much to do that….” Explains Kion, purposely admitting his feelings towards the hyena, hoping that she would take it as a form of retribution for what he had just done, letting Jasiri's prolapsed anus ‘rest’ while it's cladded with his leonine genetic material. The hyena, however, who always keeps her mischievous side beneath the lowest layers of her personality, allows a small fraction of it to break free as she turns her head around, exactly towards where Kion is standing, with a smirk on the side of her face. “If you loved me that much, you would never have done what you just did” retorts Jasiri. Kion smiles, aware that the words of the hyena are coming from a hurt ego. Jasiri, as it said before, is the strongest female of the Outlands, and no one ever dared to do what Kion had just done with her, even though the hyena carries part of the ‘fault’ of what just happened too, she purposely allowed Kion to do whatever he would feel pleased to do, outlining no limits that would seek for her own physical integrity. “Don't say it like you didn't enjoy what we just did….” Kion starts to caress the side of his body against Jasiri, sharing the scent of his pride with the hyena, who closes her eyes as the feline reaches her face with a cold nose boop and an unexpected tongue kiss, which despite its intensity, only lasts for a couple of seconds. “Mind to join me in the watering hole?” Asks Kion. The invite sounds like a winsome request to the long-maned hyena, who breaks straight visual contact with the lion's charming and intriguing flaming orange eyes. The answer to Kion's invite comes out in the form of a timid nod, accepting the invitation of the feline. After a couple of steps, Kion realizes he has to carry Jasiri on his back. The reason? The hyena was struggling to take a single lonely step forward due to the rashes on her rear, caused by the barbed penis of the lion. Despite battling his body, which is also a bit weary due to the intense mating, the lion manages to carry the weight of the hyena on his back. “You can thank me later…” Kion smiles as he turns his head to the side and uses the corner of his eyes to glance at the hyena, who turns her head in the opposite direction of Kion's eyes. After a couple of minutes of walking, they finally arrive at the Watering Hole of the Pridelands. Set to be filled with animals, but surprisingly, the couple is completely alone; there's no other animal drinking or swimming at the pond; there's only the remote sound of chirps and growling of other animals that live at the Pridelands, mostly brought by the whispering wind, strong enough to push the water of the pond, ending up forming small waves that slide through the surface of the waving water towards the shoreline. “You first…” Whispers Jasiri, carrying a gentle smile on her snout. Kion jumps on the pond with his back slamming into the water, a move his father used to do while swimming with Timon and Pumbaa while exiled from the Pridelands. Jasiri joins her friend shortly after his first dive; they quickly meet each other at the center of the pond, as if there's some kind of magnetism pushing them towards each other; they have no other option but to kiss each other, this time longer than ever. Both of their tongues sweep each other's sides, while trading saliva with each other. “Ah…. A! Kion, I love you so much!” Once the kiss is broken, Jasiri weeps in pure excitement, admitting her love towards the prince of the Pridelands as she feels his warm tongue sliding around her neck, in contrast to the gelid water that's covering most of her body. The hyena knows this love will always remain platonic; no one ever saw a hyena and lion together as a couple, but she is okay with it. Kion and Jasiri keep kissing and exploring each other's bodies, warming up and creating enough energy to boil the water that's surrounding them. The image of Kion’s wet mane, lying over his face, covering his left eye as Jasiri observes, is the last straw for the hyena. The female decides to surrender her body as she feels the lion embracing it with his front paws. The male feline, having Jasiri's body in his possession, swims towards the shoreline, quickly reaching the sandbank on the left corner of the pond’s margin. “O- K-Kion….! T-tackle me, please! Pin m-me down….” Kion obeys the hyena's words. He keeps her body against the sandbank while keeping half of it and half of his body inside the water. The lion slowly aligns his penis, which is recovered from the last intercourse, displaying its natural hard and yet juicy structure. He is about to penetrate her ass once again. But this time, there's something different. “I-.... Need to tell you something…” Kion sighs, loosening the grip of the embrace, allowing the hyena’s body to dive into the water slowly. Jasiri is caught in wonder, realizing it must be something pretty serious. Kion, in his average mood, would never deny a chance to fuck her anus. After a couple of minutes, the couple is still in the water. Kion's penis is only a few centimeters from Jasiri’s anus, which is blinking vividly in anticipation, still waiting for that rigid intruder to slide its violent nature through that needy hole. However, after a quick explanation from Kion, Jasiri can finally understand the reason behind Kion’s erratic behavior. “So…. Kiara is basically the reason why you are so….” Jasiri is interrupted promptly by the prince of the Pridelands; “....Idiotic? Yeah, that's the reason why…” Answers Kion, rubbing his back horizontally against Jasiri's back since both animals are leaning against a higher-leveled margin, at the corner of the watering hole, both hind paws are floating due to the density of the water that bathes half of their bodies, while Kion's front paws create a perfect belt around Jasiri’s chest, making it possible for the lion to keep his body so close to the Hyena's. ‘You say “idiotic”, I say "hotter." Jasiri giggles as she feels the lion licking out tiny particles of water from her nape. ‘You say “hotter” because you love me…’ Kion's words make Jasiri's heart race like a leopard pursuing its poor chosen victim in the middle of an open field. She blushes a vividly reddish hue, her eyes open widely in contrast to her purplish pupils that shrink, only to be covered by her eyelids as she slowly turns her face in the opposite direction of Kion’s face. “It doesn't matter…” Whispers Jasiri, feeling a cold flow of tears starting to roll down her fluffy hyena cheeks. “I love you too…” Answers Kion, who leans his wet-manned head on Jasiri's back; she feels those vivid red, strong strands sticking against her wet-spotted fur. “No… You don't, and like I've said, it doesn't matter.” Jasiri quickly wipes the tears off her face using her front paws, cutely, in an almost heartwarming scene as her pretty and long eyelashes turn up as her paw pads slide against the sides of her eyes, she uses one of her frontal fangs to bite the corner of her lower lip, trying to control her feelings, bringing a real and concrete pain to her brain instead of the emotional pain she is experiencing at the moment. An awkward silence takes over the conversation; neither Jasiri nor Kion dare to proclaim a word; Jasiri is visibly sobbing, while Kion feels guilty for not being able to reciprocate Jasiri's feelings. “I….” Kion finally dares to take over the leadership of the conversation, only to get it stolen again. Jasiri finally allows her sweet voice to make a significant appearance once again. “I think I know how you can defeat Kiara." Jasiri turns her face towards the side where Kion's face is leaning against: his leonine face is currently leaning against Jasiri's left shoulder while her front paws are leaning against the watering hole's greenish corner. The time ticks away the moments of a dull day, the night is not too far away, and the dark mist of the dusk is already seen on the horizon. Kiara and her two best friends, Tiifu and Zuri, who are always by her side, listen to their mutual best friend sharing her latest and most exciting adventure: how she managed to beat Kion one more time. "So... you basically beat him so hard that one of his fangs fell out of his mouth?” Asks Tiifu, clearly impressed by the incredible strength of the princess of the Pridelands; she doesn't realize Kiara is exaggerating on telling her deeds in that fight. Kion hadn't lost any of his fangs; Kiara just managed to attack his paws to pin the male down, immobilizing him. “Tiifu, please… You must be very gullible to fall for that story…” Implies Zuri, obviously questioning Kiara's story. Zuri is smarter than Tiifu, and, deep down in her heart, she brews up some jealousy at Kiara. “W-what?...” Asks a nervous Kiara, feeling her pride threatened by Zuri’s disdain towards the trustworthiness of the words proclaimed by her royal mouth, obviously questioning the veracity of Simba's daughter’s report. “Come on, Kiara, we both know that Kion is younger than you, but he is not that weak…” Zuri, raises one of her eyebrows and smirks, keeping one of her eyes half-closed. "I am not questioning your victory; I am just observing that the details behind that story of yours... It's clearly made up!” Answers Zuri, lowering her ears as she glances at Kiara’s eyes. “W-what? How dare you put my words in doubt?” Asks Kiara, presenting her sharp prey to Zuri as her pupils shrink; she is clearly under stress. “G-girls… calm down!” Begs Tiifu, slowly walking herself to the space that separates Kiara and Zuri, trying to avoid any attempt of physical aggression from both sides. “I am calm, Tiifu!” Gasps Zuri, aligning her dark blue eyes against Kiara's brown iris, “....Kiara is the one who lost the cool this time….” Explains Zuri, trying to fight the uncontrollable will of unsheathing her sharply yet extremely well-treated claws as a form of defence. “You are just jealous because you can't fight a male.” Teases Kiara, who is slowly walking around Tiifu, trying to reach Zuri, however, the burnt orange-pelted lioness does the same thing, trying to maintain a safe distance from the princess of the Pride Lands. “Of course I can! Especially if it's my younger brother! Physically tired due to his duties in the Lion Guard.” Answers Zuri, extremely uncomfortable, displaying an aggressive appearance through her skin; her usually soft and aligned fur is now sharply lifted, as if there's static electricity coating her slender female body. Kiara growls violently, which progressively becomes a loud roar: “Too bad Kion is not here; I would kick his ass in front of you…” She smirks, “... Only to have to kick your ass as well.” A cold whispering wind blasts against the three females; from the nearest hill, a voice claps through the ether, easily reaching each ear of the three females. "Well, it looks like it's your lucky day, Kiara….” The three lionesses turn their heads simultaneously to the direction of where that voice is echoing from; there, Kiara, Tiifu, and Zuri see a figure eclipsing the reddish sun that is slowly setting on the horizon. “Kion?” Asks Kiara, surprisingly giving a few steps back, trying to keep some distance from the overwhelming figure that seems to have possessed her young sibling. Both Tiifu and Zuri watch Kion transmute from a dark figure transposing itself against the sun to a golden-pelted male feline, who frankly seems to be radiating pure energy from his own body. “Both of you... don't interfere." Warns Kion, always keeping his eyes on Kiara, doesn't matter if he walks between Tiifu and Zuri, passing right by their sides, as he makes his way towards his sister. “I….” Tiifu is brutally interrupted by Kiara: “Shut up, Tiifu, let me handle it properly.” Kiara doesn't care to wait a single second to promptly attack her brother; her ego is hurt, she can't stand it, and she must fix it right away. Both lions growl as their bodies make the first contact; Kion's head punches Kiara's chest, bumping the lioness in the opposite direction. “Argh!” Kiara squeals as she feels her lungs quickly emptying in an immediate response to the physical clash, which she clearly seems to get the worst of, while Kion seems to be triumphant, but it's only the beginning of the fight. “Is this the best that you can do?” Teases Kiara, slowly getting up, still out of the ordinary breath. She tries to adopt the appropriate pose for a battle, placing her left front paw in front while keeping the other one under her body, managing to keep her backwards slightly lifted compared to the rest of her body. “S-should we do something?” Asks Tiifu, observing the way Kiara’s hind paw is trembling, as if it's wounded, even though there's no visible injury that could be easily spotted by both spectator lionesses. “.... No” answers Zuri after taking a couple of seconds to think. The dark blue-eyed lioness is neither a good physical fighter nor an expert in hunting; however, she is an analyzer from her gist; she can learn and understand the development of a fight like no one else. “B-but… Zur-” Tiifu is, once again, interrupted. Surprisingly, Zuri has adopted a serious posture, a posture that she has never taken before. “Shut up, Tiifu! Listen to what I am saying!” Tiffu widens her eyes as Zuri’s high-pitched voice penetrates her delicate eardrums; the cream-colored pelted lioness falls over her butt, raising her left front paw as she 'shrinks’ onto her own chest, visibly intimidated by her best friend’s tone. “Kiara stands no chance against Kion….” Zuri's words are shocking to Tiifu. The gentle olive-eyed lioness cannot understand; in her eyes, Kiara is going to be victorious. “What do you mean? Kiara is doing just fine!” Replies Tiifu, watching how both Kion and Kiara, despite their young age, manage to provide a very interesting battle; Kiara decides to use an aggressive tactic, always aiming to attack her foe, while Kion chooses a mild approach, always avoiding Kiara's attacks, using his agility at its limit. Zuri doesn't care to answer Tiifu; in her mind, she knows her best friend won't understand a word of her explanation. Kiara's second-best friend understands that Kion seems to have been put in an uncomfortable position; however, the younger cub of Simba and Nala can easily defend himself from Kiara's vicious attacks, always at the last minute, creating anxiety and a huge expectation upon Kiara's progressive anxiety. Soon, she will start feeling the effects of extended physical effort. “What's wrong, Kiara?” Asks Kion, feeling his mane slowly dropping over his feline forehead, each time where he uses the strength of his legs to prevent any kind of physical attack his sister aims against his body. “You can't even hit me when I fight you for real? What a shame!” Kiara starts panting, closing her eyes while she drops her tongue out of her mouth. Each second, a puff is released from the peach-colored lioness’s mouth; each time she breathes out, the breath’s warmth condenses, turning into steam; meanwhile, Kiara's ears have dropped onto the sides of her head, in a clear sign of physical fatigue; you can also see how her eyes are only half open; the female can't even manage to keep her eyelids properly wide enough to expose the brown hue of her pupils. “That's a shame! You can't call yourself “the future queen of the Pridelands, you arrogant bitch!” Kion decides to finally adopt aggressive behavior, always maintaining both of his hind paws on the ground while always keeping both of his front paws, in turns, in the air, trying to hit Kiara with a perfect punch. Both Tiifu and Zuri freeze as Kion's right front paw manages to strike Kiara’s face perfectly. “Kiara!” Yells Tiifu, watching her best friend fall onto the dirty ground beneath them. Kiara rolls over her back, only to stop on the top of her belly; both front and hind paws widespread, as if she just landed after falling straight from the sky; on her face, there's a large mark; it shouldn't be called a wound since it's just a gray mark of dirt; that mark has the perfect shape of Kion's paw. “I am gonna help her!” Tuffi rushes towards Kiara, only to have her path blocked by an extremely intimidating Kion. “Don't touch her... I haven't finished yet.” Warns Kion; Tiifu can't glance directly into his eyes; she can't explain the reason why, but there's something different deep down those luminescent orange pupils. Once extremely attractive and docile, the eyes of the prince of the Pridelands are the portrait of anger. Kiara can't move a muscle; all the energy left inside her body has the limited range for a single head lift. She glances at Kion’s backwards, which is blocking the path between her and Tiifu’s assistance. She can spot her brother's scrotum throbbing and gaining weight and size; she can also see the tip of his sharpened-coated penis slowly ‘walking out’ of its sheath. The princess of the Pridelands mumbles a single syllable before lying her head on the dirty ground beneath her and closing her eyes as she feels the urge for a good night of sleep. “K-Kion… you…” Kiara feels the dirt of the ground slowly sticking to her snout and chin each time she tries to get up and failing miserably; she believes the situation couldn't get any worse; however, she feels Kion slowly lying over her back and rubbing his waist against her hips. “Kion, what are you doing?” Asks Tiifu, looking twice, doubting her own eyes the scene she's watching. Zuri is also shocked by what she is watching; the astonishment on her face reveals exactly what she is thinking about. Both lionesses squeal in surprise and fear as they watch Kiara clenching her eyelids against each other and listen to her melodic moan as Kion slaps his groin against her butt. Both lionesses know what's happening there, out of their view field; however, they just can't believe it. Zuri dares to walk slowly towards the siblings’ backwards, trying to think about different scenarios and plausible explanations for what's happening back there, wishing for the obvious not to be the concrete reality. “Oh my! He is really doing it!” Yells Zuri, glancing straight to the penetration. “I-I can't believe it!” Answers Tiifu, panicking and feeling most of her body cells heating up while her bones tremble within her structural flesh; her eyes seem to be about to tear up while she watches Kiara keeping her tongue outside, with just one eye half open. Tiifu understands that Kiara is in excruciating pain; since Kion hasn't moved yet, carrying such a blunt member inside her own pussy might hurt. Tiifu herself never had that experience before. Zuri keeps staring at the penetration, observing how Kion's sack timidly throbs, bouncing gradually, following the opposite direction of his penis, which is quietly resting inside Kiara's vaginal introitus, feeling its succulent path, once extremely tight, adapting progressively to its size and length. “What's wrong, Kiara? The power of the future Queen of the Pridelands won't appear and stop this?" Kion giggles maliciously, lying his body against Kiara's back. He slowly starts to move, forth and back, appreciating how Kiara's juicy walls behave when his barbed penis slides through, going deeply as it fights against the vacuum created as its tip moves forward. Zuri’s eyes are wide open, watching closely each thrust applied into that tight penetration; she watches how deep Kion's considerable lengthy penis goes into Kiara's introitus, only to be pushed back to half of its size within that tight hole. Each time Kion pulls half of his cock out of Kiara's pussy, the impression left is that it will never manage to go back due to the size of the female’s reproductive channel; however, it always makes it thought, leaving behind a loud, juicy clap as Kion bangs his waist against Kiara's butt. “What… what is this feeling?” Asks Tiifu to her own mind, thinking about how agradable watching that rape scene has become, as if watching it so closely is brewing that feeling, which is slowly planning to overcome her self-control. Tiifu is not too far away from Zuri; despite being extremely worried about Kiara's well-being, Tiifu feels something poking against her own labia, something extremely thin yet quite long. The lioness, confused about this weird feeling coming from her genitals, immediately looks down at the ground she's seated on; there, she observes a single grass that seems to have birthed from a single cell of other short and green grasses, extremely short when compared to that one grass that managed to grow healthier and longer. “H-how that single grass is making me so ticklish?” Tiifu asks herself, unaware of the fact her vagina is slowly becoming oversensitive due to the unfolding scene that's happening right in front of her eyes; a single touch of anyone would give the cream-colored pelted lioness a wave of significant pleasure, significant enough to drive her to the perfect orgasm, which is not so far away since that single grass managed to receive a small drop of Tiifu's thin vaginal juice. Kiara can't resist the power of her own brother. Each thrust of that big dick, which is also textured by painful barbs, gives the acquired permission for her to release a melodic moan, easily compared to a cry. Kion doesn't care about anything else but his own revenge, fastening the pace of the mating and looking forward to more. The sound of the mating is louder; Zuri can already see hints of vaginal juice getting squirted from the combination of Kion's penis and Kiara's violated vagina. “I… it's so… beautiful!" whispers Zuri, observing how attractive and somehow pretty the view of the incestuous intercourse can be: Kiara's butt cheeks are stretched due to the position taken by her hind paws, which are widely spread as her toes dig into the dirt; in the middle of Kiara’s feline cheeks, Kion's ballsack, having a dick as its companion, throbs as it feels the long mast receiving a friendly treatment from Kiara's reproductive slit; getting a bath of the female's bodily fluids, while getting massaged by the gripping walls. Kion’s dick goes forth and back faster as time passes by, going deep and hard at the same rate, and it's definitely impressive since the pressure applied by the male against the female's reproductive slit is big enough to slam and press his chubby and bouncing ball sack so hard against her pubis that it adopts a deformed shape as it impacts against that peach-furred area, right beneath Kiara's battered pussy; it obviously recovers its shape once it's thrown on the opposite way of the lioness's rear, only to be slammed against the same area repeatedly. “Hah! W-what’s the matter? Kiara? Can't you get all of my boner without moaning?” Kion slams his penis all the way back to Kiara's pussy; its tip is only a few millimeters away from her cervix, only to hear his sister whimper in a contradictory pleasure; it's an agony for the princess of the Pridelands; she feels that overwhelming pressure overflowing from her backward to the rest of her body; she just cannot accept it is given by Kion's penis. That miserable stick seems to always find the right place to poke in and triggers its nerves to understand that friction as a pleasurable act of love; each thrust into that tunnel of pleasure is like a sweet-tasting massage given by one of the spirits of the elders. Meanwhile, Kion bites Kiara's nape, forcing her to close her watering eyes; he feels the best pleasure he would ask from anyone; his penis is being perfectly milked, neither too harshly nor too loose; he feels his penile vessels pumping against Kiara's walls as he dips his whole length into the meaty, wet tunnel he's been digging for minutes. “Y-YES! I am managing to hold myself!” Kion states in his inner monologue, “I am gonna be able to hold it for a long tim-”, however, Kion’s chatting with his own mind has come to an early ending. “W-what?” Asks Kion, as he feels Zuri's warm and wet tongue sliding from his perineum, leaving behind a glistening mark of saliva on it, to his anus that was once protected by his long lion tail that sadly is not exercising its protective role above the male's anus anymore, due to his own carelessness. “Zuri, s-stop!” Kion's hostile tone didn't scare Zuri away. The lioness continued to lick Kion against his will; she moved her tongue around the male’s tight anus. At the first moment, the male is confused about the curious pattern her tongue had adopted, only circling and outlining his winking butt hole, only to be surprised by the deep dip Zuri’s tongue has taken inside his asshole. “Hevi Kabisa!” Yells Kion, feeling that slimy female tongue sliding through his wrinkled textured rectum, heading forward, almost seeking for that secret that most males try to hide; the hidden pleasure provider: The Prostate. Kion has now to deal with two different scenarios: the sweet and easily recognizable penile pleasure and an extremely exquisite and wet feeling that radiates from his inwards. As soon as he realizes, his ball sack is soaked by the other female’s saliva, which leaks from both her tongue and his ass. “A-ah… I am sorry, Kiara! But I can't help!” Tiifu’s statement is the only thing that makes Kiara gather enough strength to finally open one of her eyes, only to see her best friend rubbing her vagina using her left front paw, keeping her butt a few centimeters from the ground, enough only to fit her paw beneath it; Kiara can see how fast Tiifu rubs her pussy; she can see how the other female bites her lips as vaginal juice squirts from her front paw’s finger gaps; in the fraction of a few seconds, the floor beneath Tiifu is flooded by her bodily fluids. “T-That’s it! I-I can't fight this…. I can't fight my will…. As a female…. As a sister…. As the future queen of the Pridelands, I must wait until it's finished.” Kiara closes her eyes once again, feeling Kion's penis enveloped by a self-made layer of pre-sperm, reaching all the length she has to offer; any deeper dip would slide straight into the female's cervix. Zuri growls in excitement as she feels her tongue sliding deeply inside a male, and poetically, that male has to be Kion; she always had a ‘thing’ for his brave persona and, obviously, for his body; even though he is still a cub, he has an attractive muscular structure, pretty developed for a young lion, which he regularly likes to show off, especially when he stretches each morning he gets up and walks out of the Pride Rock, the royal residence. The lioness creates a complex and multiple fantasy scenarios that'd fulfill her mind as she continues stretching Kion's anus; in one of those fantasies, she is a stoic male lion, owner of an unnaturally seized feline penis, rimming Kion's chubby butt, preparing his anus for an imminent anal penetration; Zuri loves the feeling of Kion's butt cheeks colliding with her face as her tongue erratically moves up his little pipe. In her personal fantasy, she is now lying over Kion’s back, not so different from the position that Kion and Kiara are right now; her penis is aligned with the anus of the Prince of the Pride Lands; she's about to penetrate his twinkly sphincter. “Y-YES! Yes!” However, something breaks the thread of Zuri’s fantasy; it's a painful feeling. The female weeps as she feels Kion's rectum retracting violently. “Ouch!” She yells as she manages to pull her tongue out of Kion's anus. “What was that fo-” Zuri’s eyes interrupt whatever complaint she was about to share with Kion, the view just seems from her dark blue pupils. She watches how deep Kion’s penis is, followed by his ballsack, which is extremely heavy due to its weight and size; it is certainly pumping its material inside Kiara's genital; it's obvious due to its behavior and the noise it produces following the spasms and minor bounces; Kion and Kiara roar in unison. Kiara feels like her inwards are melting as it receives a thick cover of Kion's genetic material; that material fulfills each vacant inch left inside her womb. She moans roughly, slowly turning it into a melodic roar that echoes around the neighbors’ ears. Kion clenches his sharp leonine fangs against each other as he feels the sweet agony of an intense orgasm, followed by his penis erupting as a volcano, but instead of lava, it's a wealthy load of warm sperm that impregnates his sister's reproductive system. Both Tiifu and Zuri are inert due to the whole situation; both lionesses were watching the whole situation and, obviously, demonstrated to be weak against their own and respective wills, allowing their future queen to be grilled by her own younger brother. “You better not tell mom and dad about what happened; otherwise, I am telling them about your little boyfriend at the Outlands." Threatens Kion, immediately pulling his penis out of Kiara's depths, leaving behind a gaped vagina, displaying a massive amount of white sperm stuffed inside that labia; the male's sperm is so dense that it seems that it will never leak, while drops of the female's vaginal juice run from her clitoris to her pubis, only to fall towards the ground. Kion leaves Kiara and both of her friends behind, not even caring to look at them since he knows he would see frightened faces only. He keeps walking towards the limits of the Pride Lands, exactly where his lands meet with the territory that both Jasiri and Janja clans claim to be theirs. He whispers once he lies at the top of the cliff that defines the edge of Pride Lands, while observing the view of a dried and cloudy territory, “It worked.” “I know, I was watching you." Answers Jasiri, drinking water from a small pond at the bottom of the cliff. “Thanks for helping me." Kion replies, closing his eyes while listening to the hyena's steps slowly fading away as the sound of the wind becomes predominant. “And don't be a stranger...”, the lion whispers, aware Jasiri listens to his words, no matter the distance they are apart from each other.