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This isn’t related to any AU but I thought it would make a fun sketch.

In an Alternate Universe, Zira, seeking revenge against Nala, seduces Simba and sires Kopa, which Zira uses to torture Nala as Nala now needs to take care of Kopa as if he was her son, however she just keeps seeing Zira within Kopa.

Which design do you think is best for Kopa?

Also please don’t take the following story to heart as it is just a rambling piece
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STORY TIME:

Alone figure stood shilloeted against the star-eyed blanket of the night sky. Were those ancient eyes watching him? Were they judging him?

“Are you alright,my King?” The sultry rough voice startled Simba from his thoughts, and he quickly swivelled to face the owner of the voice.
“Zira!” Simba breathed, relieved that it had only been the striking featured lioness.
“The one and only” Zira chuckled drawing close enough to earn a blush from the male.
“Y…ou… you *gulp* *cough* You startled me” Simba stammered cocking his head.
“I apologise, my King, but you looked lonely and I thought I would come keep you company,” Zira said, doe-eyed, “Unless you wish for me to go?”
“No!” Simba exclaimed, a bit too loudly, before repeating in a softer tone, “No, I…I could honestly use some company tonight…”
Zira nodded before settling herself, which after a moment Simba joined, sitting close enough to feel the warmth of the lioness.

“Another fight with Nala?” Zira queried, a while after the two had sat in comfortable quiet.
Sighing heavily, Simba turned to face the light framed face of his confidant. The fighting must be getting quite frequent if the Pride members, had started to notice.

“Yeah…”, he breathed softly, “I just wish she would tell me what’s wrong.. I mean she hardly even looks at me these days…”

Zira rested a paw comfortingly over Siimba’s paw, as the latter shed a few tears. She had become aware that Nala had been pushing Simba away, frightened it seemed of the sudden and bold commitment the male brought with his return.
“She…Nala…I….I don’t think she wants me….not as a mate…and I thought…” Simba sighed, what did he think? Did he really think that Nala would see him as more than an old friend? Did he really think that Nala would choose a coward such as himself as a mate? To birth his cubs? These were just silly thoughts from a cub who never grew up.

Zira nuzzled Simba’s mane and gave his ear an affectionate lick.
“Some lionesses aren’t meant to be mothers or mates,” Zira stated bluntly, “I on the other paw have always been extremely interested in motherhood..”
“Hence Nuka?” Simba joked
“Hence Nuka,” Zira giggled.
Simba felt his heart flip at the laugh, Zira had been one of Scars mates, brainwashed into believing his lies, and although Simbas return had highly upset her, she slowly warmed up to Simba, despite their differences.

“I only wish..” Zira muttered.
Simba turned facing the now extremely close lioness.
“I only wish I had waited for a *proper* male,” Zira whispered, face close with flirting eyes, “A proper male like you”
Simba stammered, face red.
“Look Simba,” Zira drew her face close and locked eyes, “I can’t give you my first child, but if you have me I, a dirty lion, I would gladly give you yours.”

Simba blanked, this admittedly very attractive lioness was offering to be his mate.

“I know you and Nala are a thing but…” She cupped his face, “ Please give this old hag a chance.”

“Zira”, Simba breathed, “You are not dirty or an old hag…please you are beautiful and strong and…”

The two lions eyes met, Simba leaned in closer and so did Zira, their two bodies entwined, saying more than words could.

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TW: violence, blood

Nala enraged roared at the smug face of her former friend, Zira.
“Careful now” Zira mocked, reaching a paw to her now bloody ear, “That’s no way to treat the mother of the future King”

“You backstabbing bit…”
“Language, Nala, that’s no way for a Queen Consort to act,” Zira acted shocked, “ but then again you’re not much of a consort are you?”

Growling Nala glared at Zira, who cockily looked at the hissyfit Queen, as cub mewing softly at Zira’s feet.

“Why?” Nala asked.
“Because I want to cause you pain, everyday you see this cub you will be reminded of me and the actions that bore this cub,” Zira drew closer, “The pain you feel is only a fraction of what I felt when you betrayed Scar…but I find comfort that the cub will bring you pain longer than I ever could.”
Nala growled shocked. Zira smirked, she new that Nala had been bested.

“Enjoy looking after the little bastard,” Zira laughed harshly, brushing past Nala, “ I’ll go inform the King that his heir had been born, and don’t worry you have until he is weaned to twist Simba and the others into banishing me, for some reason or another…”

A harsh joy broke onto Ziras face, “Maybe you will use that sob story of how I killed that brat of brother of yours? Or how I’m a dangerous murder? Ha! Whatever you say they will still question your actions, blaming jealousy.”
Nala gaped astonished.
“Didn’t know about that did you?”Zira laughed,” Do what you want Nala, but this is only the start of my revenge, and that cub will help me cause more pain for you than you ever thought was possible.”

And so Nala was left,with a little bastard cub and a fear deep in her heart.

Description
This isn’t related to any AU but I thought it would make a fun sketch.

In an Alternate Universe, Zira, seeking revenge against Nala, seduces Simba and sires Kopa, which Zira uses to torture Nala as Nala now needs to take care of Kopa as if he was her son, however she just keeps seeing Zira within Kopa.

Which design do you think is best for Kopa?

Also please don’t take the following story to heart as it is just a rambling piece
——————————
STORY TIME:

Alone figure stood shilloeted against the star-eyed blanket of the night sky. Were those ancient eyes watching him? Were they judging him?

“Are you alright,my King?” The sultry rough voice startled Simba from his thoughts, and he quickly swivelled to face the owner of the voice.
“Zira!” Simba breathed, relieved that it had only been the striking featured lioness.
“The one and only” Zira chuckled drawing close enough to earn a blush from the male.
“Y…ou… you *gulp* *cough* You startled me” Simba stammered cocking his head.
“I apologise, my King, but you looked lonely and I thought I would come keep you company,” Zira said, doe-eyed, “Unless you wish for me to go?”
“No!” Simba exclaimed, a bit too loudly, before repeating in a softer tone, “No, I…I could honestly use some company tonight…”
Zira nodded before settling herself, which after a moment Simba joined, sitting close enough to feel the warmth of the lioness.

“Another fight with Nala?” Zira queried, a while after the two had sat in comfortable quiet.
Sighing heavily, Simba turned to face the light framed face of his confidant. The fighting must be getting quite frequent if the Pride members, had started to notice.

“Yeah…”, he breathed softly, “I just wish she would tell me what’s wrong.. I mean she hardly even looks at me these days…”

Zira rested a paw comfortingly over Siimba’s paw, as the latter shed a few tears. She had become aware that Nala had been pushing Simba away, frightened it seemed of the sudden and bold commitment the male brought with his return.
“She…Nala…I….I don’t think she wants me….not as a mate…and I thought…” Simba sighed, what did he think? Did he really think that Nala would see him as more than an old friend? Did he really think that Nala would choose a coward such as himself as a mate? To birth his cubs? These were just silly thoughts from a cub who never grew up.

Zira nuzzled Simba’s mane and gave his ear an affectionate lick.
“Some lionesses aren’t meant to be mothers or mates,” Zira stated bluntly, “I on the other paw have always been extremely interested in motherhood..”
“Hence Nuka?” Simba joked
“Hence Nuka,” Zira giggled.
Simba felt his heart flip at the laugh, Zira had been one of Scars mates, brainwashed into believing his lies, and although Simbas return had highly upset her, she slowly warmed up to Simba, despite their differences.

“I only wish..” Zira muttered.
Simba turned facing the now extremely close lioness.
“I only wish I had waited for a *proper* male,” Zira whispered, face close with flirting eyes, “A proper male like you”
Simba stammered, face red.
“Look Simba,” Zira drew her face close and locked eyes, “I can’t give you my first child, but if you have me I, a dirty lion, I would gladly give you yours.”

Simba blanked, this admittedly very attractive lioness was offering to be his mate.

“I know you and Nala are a thing but…” She cupped his face, “ Please give this old hag a chance.”

“Zira”, Simba breathed, “You are not dirty or an old hag…please you are beautiful and strong and…”

The two lions eyes met, Simba leaned in closer and so did Zira, their two bodies entwined, saying more than words could.

——-
TW: violence, blood

Nala enraged roared at the smug face of her former friend, Zira.
“Careful now” Zira mocked, reaching a paw to her now bloody ear, “That’s no way to treat the mother of the future King”

“You backstabbing bit…”
“Language, Nala, that’s no way for a Queen Consort to act,” Zira acted shocked, “ but then again you’re not much of a consort are you?”

Growling Nala glared at Zira, who cockily looked at the hissyfit Queen, as cub mewing softly at Zira’s feet.

“Why?” Nala asked.
“Because I want to cause you pain, everyday you see this cub you will be reminded of me and the actions that bore this cub,” Zira drew closer, “The pain you feel is only a fraction of what I felt when you betrayed Scar…but I find comfort that the cub will bring you pain longer than I ever could.”
Nala growled shocked. Zira smirked, she new that Nala had been bested.

“Enjoy looking after the little bastard,” Zira laughed harshly, brushing past Nala, “ I’ll go inform the King that his heir had been born, and don’t worry you have until he is weaned to twist Simba and the others into banishing me, for some reason or another…”

A harsh joy broke onto Ziras face, “Maybe you will use that sob story of how I killed that brat of brother of yours? Or how I’m a dangerous murder? Ha! Whatever you say they will still question your actions, blaming jealousy.”
Nala gaped astonished.
“Didn’t know about that did you?”Zira laughed,” Do what you want Nala, but this is only the start of my revenge, and that cub will help me cause more pain for you than you ever thought was possible.”

And so Nala was left,with a little bastard cub and a fear deep in her heart.