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Warning: mention/alluding to rape.

It had been moons since she’s last eaten a fresh, filling kill. Zira lowered herself to a scavenger, scaring off vultures and the such for another’s leftover but her frail frame wasn’t scaring anybody nowadays. Her paws have split and her mouth always dry from constant travelling. Behind her was a small, weak cub. Whatever food and water she could find would first go to him but even then he was petite, nowhere near the size he should be for his age. Zira had other cubs in the litter but one by one they died off leaving only little Kosa. Atop of starving, Zira had constantly fought with creeping males that attempted to claim her as their own. She sighed, this wasn’t the life she was hoping for when she left her brother’s control. She had hoped a pride would pity her but every one ran her out without even hearing her pleas. Nevertheless, she kept pushing on wishing that one day she’ll find someone, anyone, that could help her.

Tamani had kept his eye on this strange lioness that had been passing though “his” territory; it wasn’t really his but belonged to a larger pride that ignored its existence for more bountiful areas yet in his delusion thought the small space around his cave was his and he’d start his own pride in it. Smoothing down his mane and practicing his most charming smile he could he trotted up to the lioness.
“Well pardon me, miss. I couldn’t help but notice you from my cave,” he pointed to a dinky little rock with a hole he had dug, “and you seemed awfully tired. I have food and shelter if you’d care for it, miss.”
The lioness snapped into a defensive stance, standing between him and a cub he hadn’t noticed before.
“Oh no need to be like that, miss. I mean no harm. Come along and I’ll get you food. You can leave right after if you want. I just couldn’t help but notice how thin you are.”
The lioness eased a bit but still kept her guard up yet her eyes spoke of exhaustion and a ravenous desire for the food he spoke of.
“Here, you can stay right where you are and I’ll bring what I have to you. No need to follow me if you’re weary. That okay?”
She nodded and slowly sat down.
“Do...do you know where there’s water?”
“Sure do. How about you rest for a bit first and get something to eat for yourself and your little one there. The food got some moisture to satisfy you for the trip.”
“I...okay. I...Alright. Come here, Kosa, it’s alright.”
Tamani nodded. His plan to ease the lioness was working. Hopefully he could get her to stay either by choice or, he looked at the cub, by force. He wanted her more than anything. She looks so much like himself. For sure the cubs he’d sire on her would mirror his marvellous self- a worthy heir to his territory.

He watched the lioness and cub tear into the zebra leg he brought, slightly disgusted by the lack of control to consume it politely but he could work on that later.
“Say, miss, Ive never gotten your name. I know that cute little thing is Kosa but yourself?”
“...my name is...U-Zira. Zira. My name is Zira.”
“Lovely name, Zira. I’m Tamani. Pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

The next few days Tamani hunted and watched the couple eat and sleep and eat and sleep and eat and sleep. He was getting tired of getting them food. She was the female, not him. Nevertheless, she had lowered her guard and seemed to become infatuated with him. She obviously never been shown kindness and she was desperately clinging to it now. This was when he should strike. When Kosa was resting in the “den” he walked up behind Zira and nuzzled her neck before gently nibbling on her ear.
“What! What are you doing?!”
“Oh come on. I’ve been feeding and housing you, I should get a little something for it don’cha think? Besides,” he breathed into her ear and pushed himself against her, “I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me.”
“Get off of me!” She pushed him away with betrayal in her eyes. “I barely know you! And you’re old enough to be my father!”
Tamani sighed, he hoped he wouldn’t have to blackmail her into being his queen; it would spoil their relationship and it wasn’t a good way to start a pride.
“Well,” he circled her, “I didn’t want to do this but seeing as you’re not cooperating.” He wrapped his tail around her and looked Zira right in the eye. “You wouldn’t want your son to go missing would you? You seem awfully attached to him. You’re in no shape to keep him safe. Let me handle him, hm?”
“No...please.”
“Give me cubs, lioness, and your son will grow up fat and happy. You want that don’t you? I’d hate to see him, let’s say, brutally killed by a lion you spurred.”
The smile he smiled was cruel, malicious as much as it was triumphant as he mounted the crying, submissive lioness. He’d get his heirs at long last.

Description
Warning: mention/alluding to rape.

It had been moons since she’s last eaten a fresh, filling kill. Zira lowered herself to a scavenger, scaring off vultures and the such for another’s leftover but her frail frame wasn’t scaring anybody nowadays. Her paws have split and her mouth always dry from constant travelling. Behind her was a small, weak cub. Whatever food and water she could find would first go to him but even then he was petite, nowhere near the size he should be for his age. Zira had other cubs in the litter but one by one they died off leaving only little Kosa. Atop of starving, Zira had constantly fought with creeping males that attempted to claim her as their own. She sighed, this wasn’t the life she was hoping for when she left her brother’s control. She had hoped a pride would pity her but every one ran her out without even hearing her pleas. Nevertheless, she kept pushing on wishing that one day she’ll find someone, anyone, that could help her.

Tamani had kept his eye on this strange lioness that had been passing though “his” territory; it wasn’t really his but belonged to a larger pride that ignored its existence for more bountiful areas yet in his delusion thought the small space around his cave was his and he’d start his own pride in it. Smoothing down his mane and practicing his most charming smile he could he trotted up to the lioness.
“Well pardon me, miss. I couldn’t help but notice you from my cave,” he pointed to a dinky little rock with a hole he had dug, “and you seemed awfully tired. I have food and shelter if you’d care for it, miss.”
The lioness snapped into a defensive stance, standing between him and a cub he hadn’t noticed before.
“Oh no need to be like that, miss. I mean no harm. Come along and I’ll get you food. You can leave right after if you want. I just couldn’t help but notice how thin you are.”
The lioness eased a bit but still kept her guard up yet her eyes spoke of exhaustion and a ravenous desire for the food he spoke of.
“Here, you can stay right where you are and I’ll bring what I have to you. No need to follow me if you’re weary. That okay?”
She nodded and slowly sat down.
“Do...do you know where there’s water?”
“Sure do. How about you rest for a bit first and get something to eat for yourself and your little one there. The food got some moisture to satisfy you for the trip.”
“I...okay. I...Alright. Come here, Kosa, it’s alright.”
Tamani nodded. His plan to ease the lioness was working. Hopefully he could get her to stay either by choice or, he looked at the cub, by force. He wanted her more than anything. She looks so much like himself. For sure the cubs he’d sire on her would mirror his marvellous self- a worthy heir to his territory.

He watched the lioness and cub tear into the zebra leg he brought, slightly disgusted by the lack of control to consume it politely but he could work on that later.
“Say, miss, Ive never gotten your name. I know that cute little thing is Kosa but yourself?”
“...my name is...U-Zira. Zira. My name is Zira.”
“Lovely name, Zira. I’m Tamani. Pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

The next few days Tamani hunted and watched the couple eat and sleep and eat and sleep and eat and sleep. He was getting tired of getting them food. She was the female, not him. Nevertheless, she had lowered her guard and seemed to become infatuated with him. She obviously never been shown kindness and she was desperately clinging to it now. This was when he should strike. When Kosa was resting in the “den” he walked up behind Zira and nuzzled her neck before gently nibbling on her ear.
“What! What are you doing?!”
“Oh come on. I’ve been feeding and housing you, I should get a little something for it don’cha think? Besides,” he breathed into her ear and pushed himself against her, “I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me.”
“Get off of me!” She pushed him away with betrayal in her eyes. “I barely know you! And you’re old enough to be my father!”
Tamani sighed, he hoped he wouldn’t have to blackmail her into being his queen; it would spoil their relationship and it wasn’t a good way to start a pride.
“Well,” he circled her, “I didn’t want to do this but seeing as you’re not cooperating.” He wrapped his tail around her and looked Zira right in the eye. “You wouldn’t want your son to go missing would you? You seem awfully attached to him. You’re in no shape to keep him safe. Let me handle him, hm?”
“No...please.”
“Give me cubs, lioness, and your son will grow up fat and happy. You want that don’t you? I’d hate to see him, let’s say, brutally killed by a lion you spurred.”
The smile he smiled was cruel, malicious as much as it was triumphant as he mounted the crying, submissive lioness. He’d get his heirs at long last.