“W-where am I?” asks Kion. The youngest child of Simba, despite his young age, is known to be the owner of great power, the greatest power a lion can receive, which is known by the name of ‘Roar of the Elders’. 


“No antagonist can persevere against my force. ‘Till the Pride Lands end….”  stated Kion, self-sure of his endless power, which was presumably unbeatable; however, everything changed this morning. Kion, in the middle of the battle, had a colossal surprise when the power of his roar failed to defeat his latest enemy, the owner of an unusual appearance. The eyes of the prince of the Pride Lands had never seen such a strange individual: the eccentric being had an elliptical mold, holding resemblance to the shell of a turtle, tinted by a silvery metallic paint, which glistens intensely when struck by the sunlight. The strange creature was considerably robust, showing off its wide ‘corporal’ structure, which contrasts with the teenage feline, whose size is visibly less than the half of his antagonist’s measurement, despite his prominent muscular composition, inherited from his father, King Simba.


“I-it can't be…” The last clear memory that can be found inside Kion's confused mind is formed by that gathering of words, which forms a phrase that expresses how terribly surprised the young feline was as his eyes had to watch his power be reduced to a simple ‘blow’, as it collided against the steady metallic skin of the strange creature. Suddenly, the teenage feline feels a gentle sting at the bottom of his ankle; it triggers a stream of adverse symptoms, lasting for a couple of minutes, as the lion watches the sunlight dimming from his eyes. Suddenly, everything is washed in black. Presuming it has passed a few minutes, the prince of the Pride Lands wakes up as he feels his eyelids getting bathed by the intense light that unveils a scenario never seen previously. 


“W-why…. Is everything white?” Kion asks, as he remains lying over his belly and chest, with his front and hind legs spread along the gelid surface that envelopes the floor of the estranged precinct. The room, composed of a bright-hued type of marble, works as a chamber; the eyes of the young feline do not find a single hint of the hypothetical door which is, supposedly, the only viable access, and exit, for the enclosure, which also lacks windows, depriving the precinct of natural light. However, the lack of natural light is compensated for by a white-gelid light with no visible source, most of which seems to be generated within the walls. 


“A-h…. My head hurts….” Whispers Kion, as he feels his limbs regaining sensibility, strength, and becoming less rigid as the other adverse symptoms pass away progressively, allowing the “lion prince” to stand on his four paws, cautiously, as he leans his head towards his front paws, observing how his claws, which slides through its sheath, seems strangely different: they seem trimmed, considerably shorter than a few moments ago, or a few hours, depending on how long he had slept. 




“It doesn't seem right….” Kion, turning his head upside-down to observe beneath his torso, more specifically, to observe the current state of his hind paws’ claws, has his attention promptly stolen by his scrotum, hanging in there, between his hind-quarters, as his thighs get thicker as they go upwards, towards his muscular butt cheeks. The bright golden-furred ball sack, abnormally low and visibly filled by its notorious ‘product’, triggers a recent remembrance in the mind of the vivid-red maned lion: at this exact position, during the night before, Kion observed his older sister, Kiara, standing behind his hind-quarters, steady, as a succulent noise was being emanated from the male's butt cheeks; her tongue was deeply buried within his anus, moving erratically and vigorously, fulfilling the emptiness inside the tight path of the young lion. “Fuck, Kiara…. You are a dirty slut…” The voice of the leader of the Lion Guard echoes through the misty remembrance of watching his erect penis belching a translucent load of sperm as the tongue of the female reaches the bottom of his prostate gland, inducing enough pleasure for the male that he barely keeps his left hind paw on the ground. Kion’s vivid remembrance of raising his left hind paw a few inches off the ground, as he feels his older sister digging further through his tight meat, is interrupted by a feminine voice: “I tried to convince them not to do that….”


The sweet and smooth tone of the voice, which obviously belongs to a female, is not enough to tame the wild spirit of the male lion, who is visibly surprised, not only by the nature of the voice, but also by its presence. It has only been seconds since the last time Kion ‘scanned’ his perimeter with his eyes, to ensure he was completely alone in the precinct. However, this time is different; he turns his head towards the direction from where the voice emanates, and his eyes meet an anthropomorphic figure, sitting at the opposite side of where he is standing.


“You don't have to be afraid, kitty cat….” The anthropomorphic being states, as Kion, adopting a defensive pose, has his hind-quarters raised as he maintains his front legs leaned and his chest touches the gelid surface of the floor beneath, opening his eyes widely, as his pupils are kept retracted, and exhibiting his sharp lion fangs to express his unfriendly mood to the presumably female. Her body, mostly covered by tanned-colored fur, except for certain regions, such as the cream-hued patch of fur that spreads from the area beneath her eyes to the rest of her cheeks, passing under her ‘cat-like’ ears, which are painted in tan, and going further down her neck, is also dressed in a white lab coat that covers her torso, however, it gets loosened up as it approaches her waistline. The legs of the female, however, in contrast to the upper side of her body, are completely uncovered, unveiling the bright bronzed pelt that coats its superior side, whilst its inferior side earns the same hue of cream that is present at the female's face; the female is also barefooted, exposing her soles, which wrinkles each time she shows them off. Her soles have the same color as the inferior side of her legs and part of her cheeks, despite the slight layer of dirt found on her ankles and toes. The latter are also gifted with the ‘artillery’ of ten pointy white claws for each toe, that curl as the female rests her right leg over her left one, stretching them as she reclines her back against the marble-textured wall of the precinct. 


“You sit! Now!” The female shouts towards Kion as her caramel-colored eyes observe, firmly, the behavior of the smaller feline regarding her straight order. The female, aiming to transmit emotional superiority and control, does not move a single muscle as the male approaches a few inches, whose eyes are also scanning, in response, her delicate face, which is partially eclipsed by one of the two dark-brown strands that fall along it; the rest of her hair, which seems to be long enough to fall over her shoulders, is locked in a loosened bun at the top of her head. 


Kion’s angst becomes vocal as a loud and prolonged growl echoes through his pharynx; the instincts of the fiercest animal in the Pride Lands are reaching the boiling point; the young lion is ready to attack the creature, that he considers uncanny due to her anthropomorphic nature, which is a brand new experience for the prince, since he never met another animal with such unique body. Surprisingly, the prince of the Pride Lands decides to obey the orders of the female and sits, quietly, abandoning his intimidating gesture. 


“Very well…” The female grins as she watches the impetus of the young male shriveling. “Such a good boy you are….” the sweetness, previously found of in her voice, gives way to an acid tone as she uses her left arm as a basis to get up from the ground, with unparalleled care; she puts one foot in front and stretches her body, raising her arms as if she had just woken up from a restful nap as her pubis, once eclipsed by the dense and white tissue of the lab coat, gets unveiled for Kion’s eyes, but for only a brief period of time. However, the brief period of time during which Kion was able to visualize the ‘pubic area’ of the anthropomorphic female, was enough for his eyes to catch the glimpse of the superior side of her vaginal labia, known as ‘clitoral hood’, at the lowest part of the ‘triangular shape’ beneath her waistline, formed by the encounter of her legs and pelvis, which seems to create a short division at the middle of her mons pubis, predominantly coated by a patch of cream hued fur that seems to be the extension of the equally hued fur that spreads from the face of the female. 


“Don’t mind my inconvenience, but you seem thirsty…” The anthropomorphic figure interrupts the prolonged visual contact she was maintaining with the prince of the Pride Lands immediately after pointing at Kion’s actual state. “I wouldn't be a good host if I neglected to offer you a glass of water…” She walks towards the left side of the precinct; with a smile across her lips, the fingers of the female touch the marble-textured wall, which folds down, rearranging itself into a small desk with a hole at its center, and inside the gap lies a transparent glass filled with a crystalline liquid, which resembles water.


Kion observes how the female delicately pulls the glass of water out of the socket hole and walks in his direction. The young lion, negatively responding to the approach of the female, takes a few steps backwards as she sits a few inches away, and the lion retreats his body against the corner of the wall that’s behind him. 


“Here, take a few sips of it, you're gonna feel better…” Says the tanned-colored furred lady, with her legs crossed as she looks directly into the golden pupils of the prince. Kion, on the other hand, notices a few details of the face of his abductor, such as the glaring difference between their snouts. While his face is a little elongated due to the extension of his snout, the face of the female is shorter and rounder around her cheeks but gets sharper as it approaches the delicate chin. The major difference, however, can be found at the nose of the female. Despite having a certain resemblance to Kion's due to the size of the nostrils, its structure is completely different, so it's the hue; while Kion’s ‘heart-shaped’ nose has a brownish tonality, the ‘slightly triangular’ nose of the female is ‘painted by the same ink' as the lowest part of her face, which is cream. 


Kion, visibly distrustful of the liquid given to him by the female, hesitates to consume it; the male, firstly, tries to use his powerful olfaction to examine the composition of the liquid in order to find any smell that would indicate the presence of harmful substances. The female, demonstrating impatience towards the cautious behavior of the male, doesn't hesitate to nullify his distrust by bringing the glass towards her lips and drinking it with no fear. “No venom….” The female whispers as she lands the cup, delicately, on the floor. Graciously, the female wipes the rest of the water that got involuntarily lodged on the superior side of her superior lip as she observes the male glancing at the crystalline substance. 


Kion is still resistant towards the liquid; he stares at the little ripples that spread through the surface of the water that rests within the glass as his breath collides with the aqueous substance. However, since the female suggested that the young male presents visible signs of dehydration, Kion began to realize how thirsty he is, which is definitely common for someone who doesn't even remember the last time he had the chance to visit the watering hole at the Pride Lands. Suddenly, the 'suspectedly harmful' liquid seemed to become welcoming. 


“Alright….” Kion states, trying to convince himself that the liquid is safe since his most reliable sense wasn't able to find a clue to the presence of harmful substances in the contents of the glass. 
The tongue of the male feline touches the liquid for the first time, noting the lack of flavor found in that transparent liquid, coinciding with the absence of color and smell. The lion confirms: “It's water!”, and after a few ‘sips’, the glass is empty.  


“I am happy… You finally decided to give your defense a little break…” The female whispers, keeping a docile smile on her lips. “That's cute…” the anthropomorphic female finishes her sentence with a wider smile as she keeps both of her eyelids closed. Kion, however, doesn't change his expression. Despite having accepted the water that was offered conveniently by his abductor, the lion remains serene, but open to the dialogue.


“First, tell me who you are; second, tell me why I am here. And then, maybe, I will stop thinking about reducing your face to a pile of strips of flesh.” Kion says, aiming to impose himself as an intimidating figure towards the female, who supposedly, has never seen the male as a potential threat, based on her docile behavior. Such a point of view can't be considered negative since it might avoid a violent approach that could lead to disgrace. However, Kion has a different opinion; the teenager realizes he won't be respected enough by the female if she doesn't see a hint of threat in him. 


“You don't have to act tough towards me to receive your answers, Kion….” The female’s response seems to startle the young lion, who immediately questions the anthropomorphic maiden: “W-what? How do you know my name?” 


The female turns her head down as her lips still carry a gentle smile. Her fingers start to play with her toes, which are easily accessible due to the way in which she chose to sit during her dialogue with Kion: with her legs crossed. “... I… know everything about you, Kion.” A dense blush mysteriously appears across her face, which seems to confuse the male lion. 


The curiosity of the male lion is revealed to be momentary, as, after his last sip of water, Kion confronts the female with an affirmation, followed by a simple question: “Well, pardon me, but I know absolutely nothing about you! What's your name?” Despite the urgent inquiry, the corporal language of the male is progressively becoming mild; the tension that was applied over his feline shoulders seems to have become less overwhelming, while the pupils of his eyes are timidly becoming wider. 


“You can call me ‘Inar’” The female promptly responds, as she quickly uses her left leg to serve as a basis for the rest of her body to get up on her feet, always having the caution to hold and keep the bottom of her lab coat down and next to her legs, in order to ride her private parts from the eyes of the male. However, the same cannot be said about her breasts since her nipples, visibly erect, can be seen through the tissue of her vestment.


“.... And you might be surprised to find out that I am one of you…” The words of the female are not sufficient for the male to believe in her discourse, since his eyes tell a different story. Kion admits that his second most reliable sense can find a few similarities between him and Inar, such as the fur that coats their bodies and the sharpness found in their claws, despite the difference between his paws and her ‘paws’. “No, you are not…. Even a honey badger looks more like me than you do.” Kion retorts, with an eyebrow raised in comparison to the other one.


Inar delicately starts to unbutton the buttons of her lab coat, from top to bottom, as the white tissue of the vestment has its grip loosened on the female's body, and her hands reach the lowest knobs of the clothing closure. “I could explain to you the quantum realm, Schwarzschild cosmology, or different realities. But I strongly doubt that your limited brain can absorb such vast knowledge.” 


The female's words can only steal a single reaction from Kion: “Are you calling me ‘dumb?’” who can't hide his priceless facial expression of disagreement towards Inar’s opinion. However, the facial expression of the lion quickly changes as the lab coat of the anthropomorphic female falls onto the ground, unveiling her attractive body, which also has its own secrets that provoke an unexpected reaction from Kion. 


The lack of the vestment unveils the beautiful pattern of the female's fur in its totality: the already mentioned cream-hued patch, present on her face and legs, extends around her breasts, abdomen and waist. However, the eyes of the lion are mesmerized by the size of the circumference of the female's belly. The male also identifies differences in other parts of the female’s body, such as the size of her breasts and the thickness of her nipples, which can only be explained by one hypothesis: “Are you pregnant?” Kion inquires with surprise. The male’s conclusion was based by observation and experience, since it's not the first time his eyes had met with a pregnant female, and despite the difference between the quadruped body of a lioness and the anthropomorphic body of Inar, the symptoms are basically the same, but in different proportions. 


“We're gonna talk about it later…. First…” Inar crotches in front of the Prince of the Pride Lands, using the tip of her toes and her hands with their palms lying on the ground and placed in front of her body to maintain the balance. 


“... You must feel the scent that emanates from my butt and feet…. You will see we're from the same pride…” Inar observes how the words proclaimed by her seem to impact Kion, who immediately hesitates to take any action towards the female, whose eyes are at the same height as his, forcing a visual bond between them. 


“I…-” Kion couldn't complete the sentence. Once extremely convinced to deny the ‘invitation' offered by Inar, the lion feels something changing within his organism, which leads him to blindly obey the orders of the female. The Prince walks towards the back of the anthropomorphic girl, whose hands run around her haunches as Kion’s snout approaches the soles of her bare feet, seeking to analyse the salty scent that is being mainly emanated by the sweat glands located between her clawed toes. 


The female giggles timidly as she feels the rapid breathing of the male colliding against her tiptoed feet, which also result in an accidental collision between her slightly wrinkled soles and the cold surface of Kion’s nose. The accidental encounter ‘plucks’ a melodic moan from Inar, who seems to be enjoying the interaction so much that she gives a suggestion to the quadruped lion, who's so confused and interested about the scent that emanates from the anthropomorphic female’s feet, which definitely holds strong remembrance of the scent of the paws of the lionesses from the Pride Lands, that he doesn't perceive the clear ulterior motives behind her words.


“I can see you are still confused…” Inar gently speaks with her words embraced by small laughs. The female immediately lays her hands on her protuberant butt cheeks, only to slowly pull them apart in order to unveil her surprisingly tight anus to the eyes of the golden-furred lion. “.... The scent of my anus might solve your doubts.” The lion approaches the exposed asshole of the female, who keeps talking as her sphincter winks erratically: “I never had a single intercourse with my anus… So, its scent must be stronger, with no mixed fragrances from males.” 


Kion’s snout collides against the virgin anus of the female, which gets gently pressed by the nose of the feline. The scent that emanates from the glands that are buried within the internal skin that forms Inar's rectum, which gets more accessible as the female's puckered flesh twitches against the male's nostrils, confirms it is absolutely similar to the fragrances that can be found in lionesses from Pride Lands. Such confirmation should have intrigued Kion, whose face is placed between the female's butt cheeks, who keeps holding them apart since their circumferences are so ample that, even with the effort of the anthropomorphic lioness, Kion’s head can barely make it through the little space between their gap. However, the male lion seems to be more interested in the anus of the female itself, instead of with its scent. 


“W-what is happening?” Kion immediately starts a monologue with his own mind, as he starts to feel a giant wave of arousal hitting his body like the sea colliding against the sand of the beach. His snout starts to press the puckered ‘donut’ of Inar's anal canal, which resists the mild ‘assault’ of the lion’s muzzle, maintaining its tight and round form as, involuntarily, Kion feels his genital sheath getting impaled by its own ‘protégé’. “Why… Why is it so squishy?… and… juicy?” Kion knows he is about to lose control over his own body; his instincts are heightened to their extreme. A single spark can force the feline to lose its reason; it's just a matter of time. The meltdown finally happens when Inar whispers a few words of a sentence that Kion didn't even understand. 


The mind of the male lion gets dense, flooded by a chaotic flow of overwhelming thoughts, which is a characteristic symptom of anxiety, all the basic senses of the youthful prince seem to have been shut down: his sight is embraced by a translucent mist that seems to be attached to his eyes, while his ears are surprisingly inefficient, no sound seems to be capable of penetrating Kion's eardrums. The Prince of the Pride Lands is convinced that a mysterious illness has fallen upon him, however, everything changes as he starts to feel a warm and comfortable sensation that blooms from his groin and spreads through his body. It's sweet, raw, and invasive, it’s a feeling that Kion acknowledges with certain ease.


“A…AH! You just stole it….” The quavering voice of Inar is able to pierce through the auditory block that had prevailed on Kion’s ears, at the same moment, conveniently, his sight is ‘cured’ from the momentary blindness. The first sight that has been captured by the eyes of the male, after his brief period of deficiency, is the tanned-colored pelt of Inar's back. However the most shocking view of the current situation is unavailable for Kion's golden pupils to capture, because the young lion is basically perched over the female's back. 


Kion, unable to contemplate the view, enjoys the feeling of having his erect penis deeply buried into the former virgin anus of the anthropomorphic lioness, who can only vocally lament the rigid meat that has violently penetrated her asshole.
The penis of the lion penetrated right into the hole, surrounded by its puckered flesh, that had to change its shape to accommodate such a massive intruder. The veins that permeate the barbed shaft of Kion's penis pump blood frenetically, in order to irrigate its structure and surroundings, seeking the production of sperm to be released into the rectum of the female, which winks erratically to expel the penis of the lion out its canal. Inar moans softly as the shaft of the penis of the lion starts to be forced out of her asshole, which uses its own tightness to regain its original shape and pull the invader out of its perimeter. However, the effort proves to be useless as Kion thrusts further within Iran's deflowered ass, reaching its seizure limit and going ‘balls deep’ inside the female, who clench her prey against each other as the penis of the male keeps ‘reflexing’ inside the terminus of her intestine.


“NGH!!! O-OUCH!!!!” Exclaims the female, feeling her anus being impaled by the male whose front paws are ‘embracing’ her pregnant belly. Kion's penis hasn't moved a single inch, further or backwards, since the last thrust, which was applied a few minutes ago. The penile mast of the lion keeps marinating within Inar’s innards, as the pupils of the male begin to dilate, after minutes of ‘miosis’, which would be easily described as a kind of trance provoked by the intense carnal pleasure.


“N-No!!!” Kion exclaims as he ‘snaps’ out of the trance provoked by the sexual activity and, immediately, pulls his penis out of the anus of the anthropomorphic female, followed by a few steps backwards, as he observes how the female starts to use her fingers to penetrate her recently deflowered anus. “Hmmm…. Fuck! I could feel your junk throbbing inside my ass like a heartbeat… AhAH!” The female whispers as she intelligently uses her vaginal discharge, which is being mildly released from her ‘fat’ pussy, mainly due to her pregnancy, each time she swabs it with her fingers, to lubricate her anus.


“Do it again….” The female, with a seductive tone, gives an order to the male, who, despite being framed by the ‘hunter’s eyes’ of the female, denies the imposition with great determination. However, the current state of the male is clearly delicate, he is completely unarmed; he observes the female lowering her torso down, allowing her breasts and belly to touch the floor, and raising her butt upwards. 


“I guess you have no choice, darling….” Inar giggles as she spreads her arms against the same floor that is being kissed by her belly which is the current home to her child, who is completely unaware of the situation that happens behind his 'protective cocoon' made of his mother's flesh. 
“W-what do you mean?” Kion asks, dreading the meaning behind the words of the lioness responsible for his abduction. However, the mind of the male lion, afraid of the current situation that involves Inar, doesn't realize the abnormal sexual excitement that starts to erupt through the penis of the leader of the Lion Guard in the form of a wealthy discharge of sperm that, involuntarily, ends up covering the chubby circumference of his scrotum and the inferior side of the lion’s penile shaft. 


“A- Ah! W-why… why is it so….” Kion’s inquiry about the abnormal 'temper' and hypersensitiveness of his penis is promptly interrupted by Inar’s machiavellian tone, who provides the right answer for his doubt: “Sensitive?” The anthropomorphic lioness, carrying a mischievous smile across her face, starts to explain the real reason for the necessity of Kion's presence in this eerie precinct. “You see…. My dear lion friend…” She starts, maintaining her body, steadily, in the very same position that was chosen, minutes earlier, to seduce the male. “.... I am in need of your lion seed, since it needs to be applied into my organism in order to ‘corrupt’ my gestation with your rustic and feral DNA.” 


“I want you to feed my son with your nasty milk in order to awaken his forgotten leonine instincts.” Inar’s words seem to horrify Kion, whose body constricts against its own torso, while his leonine ears drop in a clear sign of fear. His erect mast, still covered in the leftovers of an involuntary ejaculation, collides with the abdomen of the quadruped lion. 


“It wasn't 'water' that you offered me, right?” Kion asks. However, the lion is basically assured of the answer he will receive. “Don't worry, it's harmless for you… But pretty potent for your dick…” Inar expresses no feelings towards the words she has just spat, instead, the anthropomorphic lioness stretches her arms as she 'pushes' her haunch backwards, which involuntarily spreads her buttocks wider and exposing her recent-penetrated anus, that has a thin strand of pre-sperm released from the penis of the fiercest in the Pride Lands, and her vulva; its vaginal introitus seems to be erupting a translucent liquid that erupts from its canal. 


“Come on, Kion…..” The lioness smiles while she gently spreads her right butt cheek and curls her toes as her hind legs slide apart each other. “.... I know you are angry at me, but….” Inar lightly slaps her butt cheek “….what's the best way to avenge yourself than raping your Nemesis’ pussy?” Inar, after concluding her proposal, starts to wiggle her butt cheeks, involuntarily spreading her vaginal juice as it gets squirted out of her pregnant pussy. 


Kion, watching the female ‘twerking’ in front of his eyes, feels droplets of her bodily discharge falling into his bright-golden colored fur. The contact of the foreign bodily fluids into his body seems to ignite the ‘flame’ that prevails in his body in the form of fierceness, and it was on the edge of extinguishing itself as fear, involved by a sheath of morality, was threatening to take the lead. 
The lion regains his ‘mighty gesture’, by inflating his chest as he walks towards Inar. The mind of the lion goes blind again, but for a brief period of time; the loud shout of the female seems to bring the male back to his senses. 


“Y-yes! Don't resist it! Obey your instincts! Pound me! Smash my uterus… and make my child ours…” The female moans as she feels Kion beginning to thrust forth and back rapidly, pounding her pregnant pussy, as his front paws' fingers grip over the laterals of her pregnant belly as his dick fucks deeper within her labia. The first discharges of vaginal juice are spilled by her impaled sexual organ


“S-shut your mouth! I-i j….” The tongue of the lion is accidentally bitten by the male's fang, responding to the intense pleasure that is brought by the collision of Kion's rigid meat and Inar's malleable flesh, which receives its barbed visitor with a gentle massage provided by its internal crests rooted into the succulent tunnel of her vaginal path that also releases a discharge of bodily fluids, that is unwittingly dragged from its depths only to be squirted out as half of Kion's shaft is pulled from the female's introitus, as a form of response to each thrust applied by the feral lion.  


The sexy and naked soles of the female, glowing as it gets hit by the light due to the presence of sweat, flex pointedly, as delicate wrinkles sprout across their arch. Between her kneeling knees, and a few inches away from the front of Kion’s toes, a strand of a mix of genetic fluids shared by the pre-semen of the male lion and the vaginal juice of the anthropomorphic female stretches from her clitoris onto the gelid and metallic surface of the floor. Behind the strand, made of a wasted mix of fluids, the protuberant belly of the pregnant female, where her child lies, waiting for the day of its birth, rests against the same ground where her naked breasts, which are roughly ‘kissing’ the floor with its frontal circumference, where you can find its areola and nipples, lose its perfectly round shape as it enters in contact with it, becoming flatter and offering a strange ‘delight’ to the female, who feels her nipples getting overwhelmed by the weight of her breast as it gets squeezed against the floor and discharging small amounts of milk.


Kion, lost in pure desire and pleasure, is unaware of the fact that, beneath the gelid and metallic floor of the chamber he is stuck with his sexual partner, another individual has been observing the mating in a room separated from the superior chamber by a translucent window, which serves as an opaque paving for those who are standing on it.
The other individual seems to be admiring the unfolding scene that happens at the floor above; one of his hands starts caressing the translucent window at the exact spot where the left breast of Inar is being pressed against, as the lactic liquid, remarkable by its intense hue of white, baths the sensual naked breast of the female.


The quadruped lion, followed by the anthropomorphic lioness, starts to roar in unison, together as the other individual observes a thick rope of a translucent load of the male's sperm ‘oozing’ from the penetrated pussy of Inar, that falls onto the ground as the result of the failure of her arms to sustain the weight of her body adding Kion’s weight, that also collapses over her back as his penis keeps erupting the largest load it has ever been able to release. The vagina of the female is invaded by the warm load of sperm of the feral feline; the substance flows through the canal of the reproductive system with certain ease. In seconds, the cervix of Inar is quickly ‘impaired’ by the load of Kion, which impregnates the structure and immediately pierces through the ‘enclosure’, obtaining access to her uterus. The sperm of the male lion spreads across the perimeter of the anthropomorphic lioness’ uterus, entering in contact with the placenta of her young child, yet to be born, but already put in an experiment in order to awaken his feral side. “It's done….” Inar whispers as Kion’s sight goes dark; the feral male lion loses his conciseness on the top of his abductor haunch. 


“Zuka Zuma, Kion?! What happened?” The voice of Bunga, strident, pierces through the eardrums of the lion, who slowly regains his consciousness. “I-I…. Bunga?” Kion answers, vigorously, and he gets back on his four paws.


“What happened? I heard your roar so I came as quickly as I could…” Bunga observes the debilitated state of his best friend with fear. The pelt of Kion is completely ‘frowzy’ and covered by a thin layer of dust that gets thicker on his paws; his mane seems to be wet, covered by sweat, as it falls asymmetrically over his eyes. 


“I- I think a rock knocked me out….” Explains Kion, as he observes his front paws' claws slicing through its protective sheath, surprising its own owner, since he had the belief it was cut during his abduction. 
“I think I just had a bad dream…” Kion whispers, as he turns his face towards his back, feeling a dense presence that sits on that patch of dust.


“Let's go home….” Says Kion, as he gently pushes the honey badger aside as he starts moving forward, aware of the presence of his abductors, who, supposedly, observe his steps towards the Pride Rock, accompanied by his loyal best friend.  


“So… were you jealous while watching me and him?” Asks a happy Inar as she walks towards a chair, in front of a control panel with a wide screen that displays images from the outside of the object, whose nature is still a mystery. The female leans against the arm of the chair as her butt cheeks spread apart, unveiling the multiple alloys of sperm that also spread as her vagina is allowed to squirt the leftovers of the sperm released from the penis of the lion that was lodged in its innards. 




“Jealous?” Asks the individual sitting in the chair, revealed to be a male, as he gently presses a red button and lifts a blue lever located on the panel below. The anthropomorphic male turns his face towards Inar, observing the female with his golden pupils; his face is revealed to be coated by a bright-golden colored fur, except for the patch below his eyes, which is tinted by a brighter hue of gold; his left eye bears a double scar that gets unified as it passes his inferior eye-lid; his hair is remarkable due its stylish cut, which seems to be a combed backwards, and due to its vivid hue of red. 


“How can I be jealous of myself, Rani?” Asks the male, revealing himself to be an alternative version of the leader of the Lion Guard from another timeline. The anthropomorphic version of Kion also reveals the true identity of the anthropomorphic lioness that had intercourse with the quadruped version of the fiercest animal of the Pride Lands: Rani, which has yet to be presented to the abducted lion, who walks towards the sunset, along his best friend, Bunga, who embraces the feline by his opposite shoulder.
 


“Be sure that I love you, in every universe that exists….” Rani embraces anthropomorphic Kion with her right arm as she rests her face upon the shoulder of the male, as the object they are into rises from the dusty ground of the Pride Lands and flies upwards, towards the blue sky that blesses the Pride of Simba.