The ground beneath the sweaty paws of a young female suffers as her sharp claws are dug, deeply within the earth. 
Her body, soaked by the water of a torrential downpour, is waiting, patiently, ready for action; her front paws are placed ahead, while her head is mighty steady, watching how the heavy clouds, that pour water with certain violence, are crossing the sky as the wind, which accompany the massive amount of water brought down by the gravity, whispers through the moist lands of the Pridelands. However, you may have to notice that, even with the help of the pure and crystalline water that was brought from the firmament, the ground of the blessed lands of Pride can not hold the title of the wettest place of the territory, which doesn't count on rivers and the watering hole. The wettest place of the Pridelands is located between Kiara's leonine buttocks.


“.. Where are you?... Kovu” Asks Kiara, closing her eyes tightly as she feels the heavy drops of the intense tempest impacting her already soaked peach-colored pelt that coats her delicate face, sharing its length with a cream-colored pattern that covers her snout and lower areas of her body. 
The tears that overflow and break any barrier that would be imposed by her eyelids are quickly camouflaged by the water that flows towards the limits of her delicate traces of lioness. 


Anxiously waiting for someone who will never appear, Kiara’s lips are gently pressing themselves against each other as her moist vagina releases a generous ejaculation through her swollen labia, which is a clear demonstration of how intense the reproductive cycle is triggering the lioness to her limits. The humid sound of the fluid getting released through her introitus matches the noise of the water that pours from the sky, colliding against the once-arid ground of the Pridelands with certain violence. 
The lioness doesn't seem bothered as the large and cold raindrops impact her body; compared to the intense necessity for copulation that battles to take control of her actions, the cold water that refrigerates her body is just a minor distraction. 


“Why don't you come and take me as yours?” The lioness asks desperately, as she aims her eyes at the sky as the last drop of tear pours out from her eyelid. 
Kiara is distracted by the confused mix of emotions that swings from each side of the spectrum; the intense lascivious that provides a comfortable and carnal pleasure is, now and then, overshadowed by the large sea of sorrow and self-disgrace she has dived herself into. The lioness barely realizes how the clouds above her head seem to quickly dissipate. The heavy rain is slowly losing its force, and the sun timidly seems to be trying to retrieve its mighty influence among the clouds. 


“He is not coming….” The lioness admits her defeat at the same moment the rain gets extinguished by the shining sun. Kiara lies her head between her front paws, while the thin layer of tears mirrors the vast dry bushes that fill the surroundings of the area as the waters, brought by the torrential downpour, are quickly getting swept by the strong heat brought by the presence of the sun. 


The young lioness closes her eyes, trying to protect her spirit from the cold reality that embraced her. The solitude of the moment may have been too much for her spirit to digest, and the emotional pain may have been too much for her spirit to deal with, however, if she had kept herself under the inherent state of alert that she absorbed from the lessons she had with her parents, the presence of another lion, slowly approaching her behinds, would be easily noticed. 


“A-Ah…” Kiara, who experiences a warm breath that impacts her nape, serving as a warm comfort for the depressive lioness, allows her lips to finally adopt an evident smile. The princess of the Pridelands presupposes that her mighty knight has finally arrived, thirsty for physical contact, and is ready to claim her body as his playground. The peach-pelted lioness doesn't realize how the bright disk of the star that bosses the rules of the Solar System is getting progressively eclipsed by a dark circumference. 


“K-Kovu… You came….” Kiara whispers, readily spreading her hind legs and willingly exposing her hind paws soles to Kovu, who supposedly is the male who stands above her submissive body, as a form of alternative font of pleasure. The young princess feels how the male lies his masculine body over her back, smoothly. However, the first inconsistency works as an alert for the female: the body of the male who has just lied over back seems to be slightly smaller, which does not match Kovu’s measures, who is visibly larger than Kiara. 


W-who is there?” Kiara’s question transpires the intense fear that seems to be possessing her confused mind. The lioness turns her head to the side and, using the corner of her eye, sees a bright-golden-colored paw that lies next to the side of her flank, ”K-Kion?” which the lioness promptly recognized. 


The Sun, once recovering its gracious and mighty power, is about to be completely omitted from the bright sky, which slowly seems to be losing its colorful bright hue, and transmuting to a darker hue of blue. The dark circumference seems to be ready to defeat the closest star to the Earth as it eclipses more than half of the bright circle that abundantly pours its energy over the beings of the planet. 


“W-what a-are doing?” Kiara asks, having her eyes wide open, as she feels her younger sibling nibbling her nape. Suddenly, her eyes are abruptly stolen from the gift of the sight. The current situation, however, is not the product of sudden blindness. The reality seems to be more intriguing: not only did her eyes get the light stolen from their senses, but the same situation seems to be happening with the eyes of her brother, whose lips remain speechless towards the emotive question of her sister. The answer is obvious, the Sun has lost its battle against the dark circumference, which has finally eclipsed its glorious power.


A sudden heartbeat can be heard being echoed within the dominant darkness, not a single buzz can be heard. Suddenly, the peaceful silence is violated by a juicy noise, which is extremely pleasant, however, it hides a gruesome nature. The muffled voice of Kiara can be heard, screaming desperately as the true nature of the scene is revealed by this narrative: Kiara's rectum is violated by a barbed penis, the penis of her brother.


“NO!!!” Kiara exclaims violently as a new batch of tears slowly flows through the length of her cheeks. The nature of those tears is chemically different from the previous tears, which were poured out during the intense sadness provided by the absence of Kovu. The tears that are being currently released are a product of fear and violence. 


The violative penis, which is deeply buried within the female's innards, displays an intimidating portrait: its barbs are sharp, enough to be compared with minor cracks of glass that coat the circumference of its shaft. Small vessels are throbbing violently through the epidermis of that typically feline-shaped shaft, which is holding, steadily, its presence among a fleshy path, which, by its nature, denounces virginity, which is about to be taken. The wrinkled, and meaty path is violently shaped by the presence of the intruder, which is marinating within the tight tunnel recently formed. 


The wrinkled tunnel that forms the inferior cavity of Kiara's digestive system starts to expose a volatile behavior: The circumference of meat, which shapes the path, which, due to the current situation, is abnormally dilated, seems to be pulsing like a heart. Clenching around the rapist's penis, whose response doesn't take too long. The penis of the younger sibling, whose matter is physiologically similar to the matter that composed the rectum that it is penetrating, finally thrusts further, exploring the organism of a being that once inhabited the same womb of the same mother as its owner. 


The scrotum of the male collides violently against the perineum of the female as his penis slides forth and back with certain violence. Kion smiles as he feels his sexual mast getting embraced by the anus of his sister, which is erratically trying to expel the intruder by clenching it out, and failing miserably by giving it fuel to continue the rape section. 


“I-i am gonna pound this fucker to the ground!” Kion’s words are meant to be obeyed, whoever the one who's following his others, it doesn't matter if it's himself. The non-consensual mating reaches a new level: Kiara closes her eyes and clenches her teeth against each other as she feels Kion embracing her body tightly, exposing his malicious dominance. She feels betrayed by her own body as she feels the bitterness provided by the long and rapid thrusts turning into a bittersweet-tasted pleasure as the dick of her brother adopts shortened thrusts. 


“A-Ah! No! P-please!” Kiara's supplications may be misleading, since the true meaning behind those words, covered in a veil of suffering, is only one: The discomfort caused by the realization of the fact that her younger brother is providing her pleasure. 


“Why?... WHY?!” The young lioness cries loudly as she feels her labia squirting a load of vaginal fluids, in direct response to the single row of five shortened thrusts in less than two seconds. The lioness is embedded by a nauseous load of pleasure, each time her wrinkled and loosened walls get impaled by Kion's penis, which digs deeply within each sensitive area, massaging through each protuberance found among the wrinkled flesh. 


“I am sure your eyes are not the only one crying at the moment….” The joke proclaimed by Kion is aimed at the fact that Kiara's ‘party pouch’, which seems hypersensitive to the touch due to the scarlet hue that fulfills the insides of that squeezing peach, is completely soaked, pouring its translucent juice in the form of ropes made of water. The male also suggests that the current aqueous state of Kiara's vagina is mainly caused by a simple sentiment: jealousy, which can be solved by experiencing the same kind of rough mating that the other cavity is experiencing. Such an acid suggestion made by Kion works as a provider of despair for Kiara, who just can't conceive of the risks of getting bred by her brother. 


“N-N-NoWOH! N-ot my puz-sy!” Kiara's voice oscillates in the rhythm of the mating, maybe caused by the intense pleasure that spreads from the innards of the female to the peripheral parts of her body, such as her toes that spread and curl as indicative of an overwhelming and arousing pleasure provided by the rapist, who is seeking to have the chance to use his sister's swollen and humid slit for his self-pleasure. However, luckily for Kiara, the Sunlight is about to shine and illuminate her path out of this situation. 


The circumference of the Sun is finally getting released from its suspension. The body that was once eclipsing the light provided by the star, which is the Moon, is sliding away from the larger celestial body and losing its remarkable, yet temporary, presence as it fades away as it is absorbed by the bright blue sky. 


The prince of the Pridelands feels the result of the non-stop friction as his penis squirts the last, of several, loads of pre-sperm within the meaty walls of Kiara's rectum, which are starting to display a reddish aspect around the area of the physical contact with the intrusive penis; the fluid released by the male's reproductive organ is spread as a translucent goo on the pulsing wrinkled flesh of the female's rectum. 


“Y-Yes! I am…” Kion’s sentence is not completed by his mouth, which growls as the sunlight is, progressively, washes the blessed lands of the Pridelands. Poetically, the Sunlight is working in parallel with the incandescent pleasure that seems to be scaling from a shiver, that had its birth settled on the between of his hind legs, about to turn his body into a lit-up candle. 


The Sunlight hits the body of the male like a bullet in the back; strongly, abnormally satisfactory, the mark of the apex.
A roar echoes from the throat of the leader of the Lion Guard; his mouth, wide open, allows his tongue to hang outside and feel the taste of the wind; his eyes, which are the proud bearer of a significant and rare hue of red that tints its pupils are shut. The hind legs of the male, which are standing above the hips of the female, are trembling violently as the culmination of the sexual assault finally comes to light: a large, consistent, and albescent load of sperm is squirted from the innards of Kiara as the result of a late thrust that extinguished the vacuum located among the battered rectum of the princess. 


Kiara's face is the epitome of disgrace: tears are flowing from her wide-open eyes intensely, as she clenches her teeth and fangs against each other with disproportionate force. The tepid load of sperm that clogs the terminal point of her digestive system is the same that squirts over the tip of her curled toes. 


“I-I c-can’t feel my legs…” Kiara’s weeping becomes more prominent without the interference caused by the juicy noise produced by the sexual intercourse. 


“That's not my problem…” Kion laughs maliciously as he pulls his penis, which is now displaying a limp appearance, out of the anus of the lioness. The sphincter of the lioness is shockingly stretched and winking irregularly as it tries to recover its original shape. The innards of the princess, however, cannot be seen due to the consistent mass of sperm that is lodged within the cavity. The mass of genetic fluid leaks from the prolapsed anus periodically and flows down the length of her perineum, resulting in unwanted interaction with Kiara's vagina.  


“I-I hate you so much…” Kiara remains crying, pouring her heart out as she feels the male unmounting her back. “... I will never forgive you….I would rather di-... Kion?” Kiara turns her head towards her back to peer at the male, whose title “brother” doesn't seem to match properly. However, he is gone.


Kiara sighed as the tears continued to make their path over her cheeks: “His job is done…”