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The warm afternoon sun's light glinted off the thin sheen of moisture along the edge of the polished obsidian blade as it struck without warning. Had Sabari been anything without the catlike senses and reflexes of a lioness she would have been done for right then and there. Instead, the lioness caught the gleam of light out of the corner of her vision just in time to twist herself out of its intended path. But even with her senses and agility the most she was able to manage was trading what could have been a serious injury with a painful, but ultimately superficial, one. The knife wound up slashing a shallow gouge across her bicep instead of the blade burying itself into her shoulder. It was painful, but she wasn't going to complain. A thin cut like that was a far better outcome than having a knife buried to the hilt in you. When she whirled around to face her attacker Sarabi found herself standing face to face with a fellow lioness. One that she was all too familiar with.

Unlike her, the attempted assassin's body was gaunt and thin. Sarabi was far from overweight but she definitely had a healthy fullness to her form; most prominently in her impressive feminine curvature. Her body spoke of healthy eating and plenty of exercise to balance it out. Her attacker, on the other hand, was almost the exact opposite. Her fur -- a darker shade of yellow bordering on brown - contrasted sharply with the brilliant gold of Sarabi's pelt. The lioness sported a thin, lean body made mostly of wiry twitch muscle with almost no excess mass to speak of. If Sarabi had the body of a warrior queen then her challenger's was that of a survivor.

Not that the thin proportions were off-putting or unattractive. Even in the midst of reacting to the attack Sarabi had to, if reluctantly, admit that the little body fat her attacker had was distributed expertly to fill out her hips and chest enough that they would draw the eyes. The rest of her was lined with interwoven muscle just thick enough to have visible definition without obscuring her feminine proportions. Her legs in particular were thick with the kind of tightly-wound muscle ideal for leaping and pouncing with immense power and speed. From head to toe every aspect of the woman reinforced the aura of a dangerous predator surrounding her. Even though the lean lioness was a couple of inches shorter and blatantly thinner than the much more impressively filled out proportions Sarabi sported she looked no less powerful and dangerous for it.

As if that weren't enough, even their clothing displayed the sharp contrast between each lioness's lot in life as much as their bodies did. Sarabi's ample proportions were proudly and flatteringly displayed by a curve-hugging tartan skirt that hung down to her calf on one side while tapering up to barely her past her mid-thigh on the other. It matched with the cheetah-print shawl that only covered one of her shoulders while the other, along with a generous portion of her tanned sports bra beneath, was left on full display. The quality-crafted outfit only further accentuated Sarabi's regal appearance with a generous helping of gleaming, polished stones and beaded jewelry that adorned various parts of her from her neck to her ankles and everywhere in-between.

In comparison the cross between a slit-cut formal dress and a shorter one-piece dress woven from simple red cloth that garbed the other lioness was far more simplistic in design. It was simple but well made with practicality more than aesthetic in mind. The slit of the dress along one leg was long and high enough that the garment still gave her full coverage while avoiding the risk of restricting her movement. She also sported jewelry aplenty. Though even that contrasted her counterpart in that her adornments were almost entirely made of simple twine pulled snug enough to not risk getting in the way when moving with various animal teeth threaded through them. Her outfit did as much to compliment the aura of a primal huntress she radiated as Sarabi's did her own air of regal authority.

"Zira." Sarabi accused. The growled word came out sounding more like a swear or curse than a name. "Of course, you'd try to sneak attack me. I shouldn't be surprised Scar's ilk still favors backstabbing."

Rather than respond with anger, Zira sneered before she raised the hand still holding her knife and pressed the back of it to her forehead. Her expression quickly morphed into a dramatized mockery of distress. "Oh, dear Sarabi. You wound me! How could you say such hurtful things about a poor, downtrodden outsider?" she mocked. "We may be outcasts but we still have our pride."

Sarabi found herself quickly growing confused when Zira made no move to ready for another attack at any point during her monologuing performance. Her attacker's lack of aggression beyond the initial attack only put the royal lioness that much more on edge. Any second now she expected some secondary ambush or trap to spring around her attempted in hopes that what was obviously a performative ploy on Zira's part would draw attention and distract Sarabi. While her victim was straining herself to perceive another ambush that would never come Zira raised the knife she had used to attack. Turning the weapon back and forth Zira examining the faint hint of red liquid along the edge with growing excitement. A quick glance towards the royal lioness let her spot the visible, if superficial, wound across Sarabi's arm. The confirmation that it was indeed Sarabi's blood caused a borderline manic grin to replace the mock-distress on the would-be assassin's face.

"And soon..." Zira continued in a voice losing its mocking tone only to drip with confidence and anticipation in its place. As she spoke she tossed the dagger up into the air towards her opposite side, catch it with her other arm before doing the same to return it to her original hand then repeating the process. "We'll have your pride as we-OOF"

Zira's last word morphed into a grunt as the air forcibly left her lungs when Sarabi abruptly slammed into her. The royal lioness had no intention to allow Zira to monologue to her heart's content. Sarabi had chosen one of the moments the knife was midair to leap on the leaner lioness in hopes of taking her to the ground and deprive her of her weapon in one move!

The attack worked, at least in part. Sarabi's shoulder slammed into Zira's chest with enough force to send the leaner lioness stumbling back but not enough to knock her down. The renegade may have weighed less than Sarabi but what weight Zira's body did have was almost entirely toughened muscle sculpted from a life of hardship and struggle. She may have been wiry but she was much stronger than she looked.

Zira skidded back across the ground, forced to unsheathe the claws on her feet and dig them into the ground to help half her momentum. The attack had at least managed to knock the dagger from her hand and send it tumbling somewhere behind her. Robbed of her weapon the two were left grappling bare-handed when Sarabi advanced to continue her attack. Their hands locked together as they pushed against one as if a pair of sumo wrestlers working to shove each other out of a ring. Sarabi had expected to overpower Zira quickly considering that, even with Zira's hardship-toughened body, Sarabi was at least on par with her in strength and had a bit more overall weight to throw around on top of that. Which is why she was so surprised that the two of them seemed almost evenly matched. Had Sarabi been paying more attention she might have caught the clue to her predicament when she found herself staring Zira down eye to eye.

Though Sarabi may have missed it Zira certainly hadn't. Her muzzle twisted into a cruel grin as she stared her rival down even as they continued to struggle against one another. The arrogance and smug expression of victory on Zira's face only enraged Sarabi to fight harder against her rival. Then, to Sarabi's horror, the lioness felt herself slip. She didn't lose much ground; only sliding back an inch before her toes clenched and heel dug into the ground to solidify her stance once more. But it was enough to make her realize that, somehow, she was at a disadvantage. Any doubt she might have had about her assessment vanished when she felt herself slip again when Zira pushed more forcefully and momentarily overpowered her a second time. But Sarabi hadn't become the queen of the Pride Lands just because she slept with Mufasa.

Rather than continue the battle of strength she unexpectedly found herself losing Sarabi chose to use Zira's own strength against her. In a quick, fluid motion, Sarabi relaxed her grip and ducked down to ram her shoulder into her opponent's stomach just below the chest. The combined loss of resistance against her own movement and the counterforce below that effort caused Zira to stumble forward a half step and wind up with her body draping itself across Sarabi's hunched-down back. Before the renegade's body lost its momentum Sarabi grabbed their waist and lifted with as much strength as she could manage while forcing herself to stand up straight. This let the royal lioness act like a fulcrum and toss Zira bodily into the air behind using the renegade's own momentum and weight to power their flight!

The leonine huntress hit the ground with a loud grunt equal parts pain and frustration. She rolled a full rotation and a half across the ground before she was able to arrest her momentum and scramble around to turn her scorn on her rival. Now sporting more than a couple of bruises alongside one long, shallow cut along her arm from the impact and subsequent rough roll through the brush Zira barred her fangs in a furious snarl and leapt back to her feet. But, for all the heat and intense emotion within it, the look of pure rage on the lioness' lips melted away as quickly as it came. In its place a wicked, self-satisfied grin split Zira's muzzle from cheek to cheek that was no less wrathful but far more unnerving than simple anger. Sarabi was unsure of what the lioness was suddenly so proud of and caused her paranoia to crank up to a new level. The regal lioness became even more confused when she realized that look of malicious glee was pointed down at her from above. Zira wasn't just grinning at Sarabi; she was grinning DOWN at Sarabi.

"W...What the-? What is this?" Sarabi demanded as she looked up at the lioness who should have been noticeably shorter than her in confusion. She tried to make her voice sound authoritative and commanding but it came out far more nervous than she intended. "What have you done?"

The twinge of nervous fear in the question was like music to Zira's ear. She couldn't help but take a moment to lick her lips in satisfaction before answering. "Oh, nothing much..." Zira replied innocently before trailing off. After making a show of looking Sarabi up and down she took a step closer to the now smaller lioness. Straightening her back to stand as tall as she was able, the renegade went out of her way to emphasize that she now was a full head taller than the queen of the Pride Lands before she continued her answer. "I found this marvelous concoction in a certain shaman's home. It had some very interesting effects and just had to share them with you."

Confusion was replaced with an unexpected bang of fear. On instinct Sarabi took a step backwards from the now larger of the two predators; something that Zira didn't fail to notice. Her thoughts raced as she tried to figure out how Zira had done whatever this was to her. From her words the renegade made it clear she had done something to Sarabi instead of herself. As far as she could tell Zira didn't look like she had changed at all either. She just looked... bigger. But when she glanced down at the ground and saw one of her paws standing beside another of her own footprints she noticed that her paw would no longer entirely fill out that print. None of that helped her figure out how Zira was doing this. It's not like she had drunk or inhaled anything strength so how could Zira have... The knife! The realization hit her like a falling boulder. When it did Sarabi's fear melted away; replaced with into smoldering outrage.

"You used a poisoned knife on me?!" She all-but roared, eyes burning in fury. "Just when I thought even a coward like you couldn't sink any lower!"

Despite the queen's escalating outrage Zira's expression only grew increasingly smug rather than chastised or cowed. She was perfectly happy to let Sarabi rage all the prissy little royal liked. Time was on her side, after all. The more time passed the smaller and more powerless her rival would get. She had tested the concoction on a couple of her fellow renegades to see what it could do before coming after Sarabi and had seen just how tiny a miniscule dose of the concoction could make someone. Based on the final size of her... 'volunteers' back home even with a fractional, diluted amount applied to her blade and the shallow cut she had landed Zira would have been shocked if Sarabi managed to stay taller than her ankle. That expectation was the reason her excitement soon melted into confusion.

It had already been at least a couple of minutes since Zira had poisoned her rival. By now the royal lioness should have been at least half her height if not smaller even with the poison diluted based on her experiments. But not only was Sarabi still only about a head shorter than her no matter how long Zira stared at her the royal lioness they no longer appeared to be getting shorter from what she could tell.

By this point the now-shorter of the two lioness had been venting her outrage in a barrage of increasingly colorful insults for over a full minute now. Not that Zira had actually been giving more than the most token of attention to what was being said. That time alone should have been more than enough time for Sarabi to dwindle to at least half her original height. But from what Zira could see Sarabi hadn't lost a single inch during that time. What she did see was that Sarabi's outfit was starting to look quite large on her. It was like the lion queen was a child that had dressed herself in her parent's clothes; clothes far too big for someone of her current stature.

The bracelets that had once hugged snugly around her wrists now jostled around loosely with the expressive swings of the queen's arms. Her top hung haphazardly around her chest and shoulder where it had once clung tightly and worked to accentuate her upper body's curves. Curves that Zira had to admit, silently to herself at least, were admirably impressive. Though the moment that thought fluttered through the renegade's mind she felt her whole body heat up in embarrassment at having such lurid thoughts about her rival. She tried to force them from her mind but the longer Zira looked her rival over the more the heat of embarrassed attraction built. Worse still the more the heat build upon itself the harder it got for her to tear her eyes away from her admiration of Sarabi's proportions. Zira's unruly thoughts distracted her from the reality of her situation right up until Sarabi tried to take a threatening step towards her only to trip over the lower hanging side of her skirt.

The sight of Sarabi topping forward face-first towards the ground should have made Zira burst out in mocking laughter. But being barely more than a head shorter than her original height shouldn't have been enough for the queen lion's skirt to drag on the ground like it had. The increasingly intense heat of unwarranted desire was momentarily overwhelmed by a wave of dread welling up in Zira when the worst possible explanation for Sarabi's seeming lack of continued shrinking came to mind. All Zira had to do was look down at herself and the truth became immediately evident.

Sarabi wasn't the only one having a wardrobe malfunction. Much to her horror, Zira's own clothes now looked rather baggy and oversized as well. Something that was a stark contrast to their form-flattering fit from when she had first arrived. As much as she didn't want to admit it she couldn't deny her own eyes. The reason Sarabi wasn't any shorter than her now despite so much time already having passed wasn't that Sarabi had inexplicably stopped shrinking. No, the truth was far worse. Somehow they were now BOTH shrinking!

It only took a second of retracing events before realization made Zira's eyes go wide as she remembered the cut on her arm. At the time she thought it had been a sharp rock or something like that she had scraped against during her fall. But a quick glance behind her revealed her since-forgotten knife laying next to where she had landed after having been thrown. Luckily, Sarabi didn't notice Zira's sudden panic. Or if she did the royal lioness was far more concerned with stringing together impressive combinations of curse words to vent her frustration both at Zira and her dress as she scrambled to recover from her fall. When she was upright once again her eyes once more locked on Zira with an angry glare. But the expression wasn't one of malice and rage directed at an attacker anymore. At least, not entirely. Mixed in with her outrage at the unprovoked attack was something wholly unexpected by both of them. Envy.

Despite the furious tirade spewing from her lips towards Zira Sarabi had been struggling with her own internal conflict during that time. Heat radiated through her from head to toe with such intensity it was genuinely shocking she wasn't sweating. At first, Sarabi thought it had simply embarrassment or frustration at being tricked with something so petty as a poisoned knife causing her to blush. But when the heat grew in intensity rather than faded with her embarrassment it quickly became obvious that the warmth flooding her wasn't naturally occurring. It was only that combination of anger and confusion that kept the lion queen from descending into panic as her body continued to steadily dwindle in size. Sarabi's outrage was further stoked by the realization that if she kept shrinking as she was she would soon be at the mercy of that vengeful reengage bitch. That pompous, hateful, egotistical lioness. That infuriating, tall... athletic... well-proportioned psycho.

The thoughts intruded into her train of thought as if of their own accord. What frustrated Sarabi further was that the thoughts were without question her own. The lioness wasn't so deluded that she would ignore the obviously attractive physical characteristics of her rival even if she would rather throw herself off a cliff rather than admit any of it out loud. But any chance of examining such thoughts as anything more than passing observations had always been buried underneath the myriad of more pressing thoughts that always occurred when Zira was involved. Even if she had been interested it was hard to dwell on much less unpack such thoughts when you were more worried about avoiding getting stabbed, bitten, or avoiding the inevitable trap that always followed Zira's appearance. But now for some unknown reason those feelings were forcing themselves to the surface of her thoughts and demanding her attention. All of which only irritated Sarabi further when direct confrontation of those feelings forced her to admit to the attraction, at least physical if nothing else, that had always been there.

Zira's shock and Sarabi's frustration eventually led to both leonine women going quiet for several seconds as they stared each other down. The only sound between them for moments that seemed to stretch on for hours being the rustling of bushes in the wind and the sounds of their own inexplicably heavy breathing. Then, as if by some mutual unspoken signal, the two abruptly straightened to their full heights and walked towards each other. The intimidating, assertive strides both took toward the other would have been far more impressive if both women didn't have to keep stopping to either avoid stumbling and tripping on their increasingly oversized clothes or catch themselves to keep from falling down as they continued to dwindle in size with each step.

"Stuck up bi-itch" Zira snarled, stuttering mid-word when she nearly tripped over one of her fang anklets when it grew large enough to slip off her foot and attempt to trip her.

"Psycho." Sarabi countered without missing a beat. Though immediately after Sarabi's rebuttal she, too, nearly fell on her face again when the skirt hem she had hiked up on the longer side became so long on her increasingly tiny body that even the shorter side soon brushed against the ground and caught in her legs.

"Pompous kitten playing at being queen cat." Zira snapped back with narrowed eyes.

Again Sarabi didn't hesitate to retaliate. "Scrawny stray kitten playing pretend at being a predator."

By the time the two were standing in front of one another they both looked like little more than toddlers wearing their parent's clothes. The hems of their skirt and dress respectively pooled on the ground around their ankles while their shoulder straps looked ready to slip off of their shoulders and let the garments fall to the ground with their entire bodies now easily fitting through the neck openings. Neither seemed to notice, much less care, how close each was to unintentionally baring themselves as their attentions remained laser-focused on each other with unblinking constant eye contact.

Without warning Zira reached up and grabbed one of Sarabi's breasts. Her hand cupped the ample swell of feminine flesh and let her fingers dig into the supple flesh as she gave it a testing squeeze. One that was just a bit more uncomfortably forceful than was probably necessary but not quite hard enough to actually hurt.

"Look at this udder. Aren't you supposed to be a lioness? This looks more like it belongs on a cow?" Zira chastised. As she did her fingers continued to knead and squeeze into the pleasantly malleable flesh even after her point was long made.

Sarabi retaliated in kind without hesitation the moment Zira finished speaking. She reached up to grab one of Zira's own breasts and mirrored the action of her rival. "You're one to talk." Sarabi challenged. "You're thin as a stick but these things are still nearly as big as mine. Almost." After adding additional emphasis to the last word her lips then twisted into a taunting smirk as she asked in a catty voice "Is that why you're so bitchy? Is it just jealousy that even your most impressive assets still pale in comparison to mine? I think it's all starting to make sense."

The accusation prompted a wordless snarl of indignant anger from Zira. The sound was followed a moment later by an open-palmed slap across one side of Sarabi's face. If either woman had been in their right state of mind they would have more easily recognized the implication of the slap beyond the insult it carried with it. Such a move could have very easily caused seriously injury if Zira had unsheathed her claws. Instead, the dangerous natural weapons had been left unexposed and her move had remained an insulting, but ultimately harmless slap. None of that mattered to Sarabi in the moment. The only thing that crossed her mind in that moment was that she had been slapped. So she did what anyone would in that situation. She slapped Zira right back; ensuring both of them had a stinging cheek to contend with. During the entire exchange neither woman paid attention to the fact that they both were still shamelessly groping and fondling the other's breast.

After several silent seconds of staring each other down Zira escalated the strange situation once again. She lifted her free paw, the other still stubbornly latched onto Sarabi's breast and shamelessly grinding its palm into her hardening nipple, to give a rough, but ultimately harmless shove to Sarabi's shoulder. The push wasn't even that strong, though it was still enough to act as a hint to Sarabi that Zira's now-superior height over her gave her a distinct advantage in strength. It was nothing more than a simple, almost childishly petty act of bullying that challenged Sarabi to dare and retaliate. Of course, Sarabi didn't hesitate to do exactly that.

With a cocky smirk pulling at the edges of her lips Sarabi raised her own hand to mockingly mirror Zira's imitation playground bullying, including the groping of her rival's breast with one hand without realizing, with one distinct difference. She pushed significantly harder. The shove caused Zira's eyes to first widen then narrow as she was shoved with enough force she nearly had to take a half-step backward. More than willing to continue escalating the childish contest, Zira was only part of the way through raising her arm to retaliate before she froze mid-movement at the feeling of something slipping off of her waist. A hot blush surged across Zira's cheeks while her facial fur fluffed out in embarrassment when she realize what happening. Her hand was forced to divert from its intended retaliation to instead grab at her waistline through her now-oversized dress. Unfortunately she was too late to completely stop the article of clothing from slipping of. While she had a firm hold of it on one side through the fabric of her dress the opposite side now sported a thick strap of soft hide hanging down at an angle past her knees. She had shrunk so much that her panties had slipped off.

When Sarabi realized what had just happened she couldn't stop a sharp snort of barely-constrained laughter at her rival's expense. The humiliation mixed with the mocking amusement of her rival only served to further enrage Zira. Without thinking she lurched forward; intending to shove up against Sarabi and get right in her face. She realized far too late the error of her rash action when she released her grip on the side of her dress to reach for Sarabi again. Without her hand holding it up the soft fabric of her undergarment fell entirely free and pooled around her ankles at the worst possible moment. Zira had been halfway through taking the step needed to clear the narrow distance between her and Sarabi when her foot caught against the waistband of her underwear. Zira's eyes widened a split second before she was sent stumbling a half step forward to crash her entire weight bodily against Sarabi.

This would have been fairly easy for Sarabi to withstand in normal circumstances as she was notably taller and heavier than Zira. Or at least she had been. But now that she was notably smaller than the renegade, combined with her own clothing becoming far too large for her, she had no chance of keeping her feet under her. When she tried to take a step back to better brace herself to catch the falling lioness's weight one of her now far-too-large ankle bracelet, closer to the size of a belt with beads as big as her fists from her perspective, caught on the heel of her paw and unbalanced her midway through her partial step backwards. With her own balance ruined and Zira's comparatively larger size, the impact sent both of the lioness crashing to the ground in a heap with Zira on top.

With their bodies now pressed directly against one another the intense heat that the shrinking poison was generating in them seemed to intensify to the point both panting for more than just a need to catch their breath. The heat soon focused more prominently on the particularly 'sensitive' areas such as their nipples, necks, and between their legs. This left both women struggling not to squirm as the heat enticed their libidos to surge and further compromise their decision-making.

With the royal lioness dazed from her impact with the ground while acting as a cushion for her opponent Zira was the first to recover and make a move. Twisting in place, the now taller of the two lionesses shifted her weight onto her ass, planting it right on top of Sarabi's stomach near her waistline. Zira's arms reached out to either side to grab her opponent's wrists and pin them to the floor by leaning back to settle most of her weight on them. Once she was situated and confident she had Sarabi restrained Zira tilted to one side; raising one of her legs to do the most humiliating thing to the royal lioness she could think of in that moment.

She shoved her padded foot paw into Sarabi's face.

The pinned lioness' eyes went wide before a threatening, angry growl bubbled up from her throat in warning. But Zira was unconcerned. If anything she seemed more amused than cowed by the sound. Rather than release her captive as the threatening sound wordlessly demanded she instead casually ground her heel against her captive's snout while her toes curled over their forehead. Despite the outrage and humiliation she felt Sarabi was embarrassed to find she couldn't help but notice how surprisingly soft the underside of Zira's paws were. The pads were firm and tough as one would expect from a feline who walks around barefoot all the time but they weren't rough to the touch and still had more than a little pliability to them. The heat radiating from the soft flesh of Zira's was also unexpectedly pleasant, not that Sarabi had any intention of willfully enjoying her predicament.

Zira on the other hand was savoring the situation without restraint. The death glare Sarabi tried to shoot her was easily covered up when she arched her foot forward at an angle to smother Sarabi's entire face underneath it. "You know, I always said someone as pompous and self-absorbed as you always deserved to be put in your place below your betters." Zira taunted. "Now look at you. You don't get much lower than being underfoot. You're finally were you belong." Zira's words were accompanied by a toothy grin splitting her face from cheek to cheek as she savored her momentary position of power. "Maybe if you give them a kiss I'll let you up."

To emphasize who 'them' referred to Zira wiggled her toes playfully; drumming them over Sarabi's forehead in the process. This only further angered the trapped lioness. Instead of obeying Zira's 'suggestion', Sarabi tried to spread her jaws and take a bite out of the offending paw on her face. Unfortunately, her jaw couldn't open wide enough to fit Zira's heel inside and she couldn't angle her face in any other direction enough to get a mouthful of any other part of the paw. It was a good thing for the outcast. She had been prepared for and even expected retaliation instead of obedience. She was already moving her other foot to preempt the attempt by Sarabi but found that her other foot came up too slow thanks to an unexpectedly heavy weight on it. It wasn't until she had the foot in view, half-raised to push her toes under Sarabi's chin to keep her rival's mouth closed, that she realized the source of the weight. Her ankle bracelet.

Zira had been so absorbed in her position of dominance over Sarabi that for those precious few moments she had completely lost track of their still-dwindling size. She was now so small that the ankle bracelet which had once fit snugly around her ankle was now so large to the renegade that she would need to tie it nearly in half for it to even be used as a belt much less as decorative jewelry on a limb. The dangling fangs adorning the anklet had originally been similar in size to her own. Now, though, now each looked to be almost as long as he forearm and twice as wide. Their weight normally was so minor she wouldn't even notice them save for the occasional brush of bone through her fur but at her current size they were so heavy it felt like she had an adolescent lion clinging bodily to her leg trying to weigh her down!

An aggressive struggle underneath her brought Zira's attention back to Sarabi. Her addled and increasingly foggy thoughts quickly forgot about the concerningly large size of her anklet when she focused her attention back on her rival. Zira gave a rough kick of her foot out to her side without thinking to shake the massive piece of jewelry off. Only then did she raise her paw to join its twin in sandwiching Sarabi's muzzle between them. The pinned lion queen tried to growl again but the increasingly-ferocious sound wound up muffled when Zira's toes squeezed around her muzzle and kept her jaws from opening. With that failure of even broadcasting her displeasure properly Sarabi's struggles abruptly ceased. Zira raised an eyebrow questioningly towards Sarabi at her unexpected lack of further resistance. Though she still glared hatefully at the renegade Sarabi locked eyes with Zira only for an instant before averting her gaze as if in shame. Then, with visible reluctance, Sarabi's tongue slid out and swept ever so lightly against the balls of one of Zira's feet.

The warm, moist sensation of Sarabi's rough feline tongue on her paw pads was far more enjoyable for Zira than the renegade expected. Her eyes lidded and a pleased sigh escaped her lips as she savored both the physical stimulation and the sense of victory that came with Sarabi's willing self-humiliation for her pleasure. After a moment the renegade relaxed the forceful pressure her feet were applying on the lion queen's face to allow their head a wider range of movement. Taking the offered opportunity, Sarabi immediately turned her head to the side and pressed her muzzle fully into the meaty middle of Zira's left foot paw. Her tongue once more slid up the sensitive flesh along the underside of Zira's sole starting at the heel and dragging its way up. However she didn't stop at the balls of the renegade's foot this time.

Her tongue continued its way past the arch of Zira's foot up until finally reaching the more sensitive space between two of Zira's toes. For Zira the feeling of a feline tongue along the arch of her foot had felt pleasant but paled in comparison to Sarabi's rough tongue finding its way into the nook of barely-touched skin between the first two digits of her toes. Her mouth hung open slightly to release a contented sigh and she nearly started purring before she was able to catch herself. That strong, wet oral muscle between her toes was one of the most enjoyable sensations she had ever experienced. The longer the slow, almost seductive foot worship went on the more Zira was left craving more. The heat still flooding through her and fogging her thoughts surged to the point she could barely control herself when the sensual efforts of Sarabi's tongue was added to it. Without thinking Zira raised one hand off of Sarabi's wrists to cup and fondle one of her own breasts; eager to add that pleasure to the anticipated third lick from Sarabi. But it never came.

The moment Zira unwittingly released one of her arms, Sarabi made her move. The lioness heaved her body to one side as hard as she could while simultaneously gripping Zira's side with her freed hand and shoving against it as hard as she could. The unexpected move caused the two feline women to go rolling across the ground, wrestling with each other for an advantage now that Zira had been robbed of her controlling position. Their bodies pushed and shoved against each other as they struggled; more than once grinding together a bit longer than was strictly necessary for their struggle. Neither would willingly admit to the feelings of lust and desire increasing in strength, though. Not even when their struggle for supremacy over each other was as much spurred on by the poison continuing to cause havoc with their hormones as much as it did their sizes. Unfortunately, while Sarabi was the better fighter overall between the two of them, it quickly became apparent Zira had the edge in grappling as much through skill as for the additional weight and reach her mildly superior size offered. Despite Sarabi catching her off guard when their impromptu wrestling match finally ended it was the renegade lioness who came out on top. Zira once more straddled Sarabi while sprawled bodily atop her; their bodies pressing aggressively against one another as the outcast used her superior weight to help pin Sarabi.

With Zira's position on top of the lion queen their muzzles were less than an inch away from each other. Hot, steamy gusts of air washed over each other's faces as both panted to regain their breath. Or at least, some of their breathlessness was due to the exertion. The unnatural, libido-stirring heat the poison had flooded their bodies with had built to a crescendo by this point that neither lioness could ignore any longer. Both leonine huntresses stared into each other's eyes expressions now more hungry than angry. And that hunger had nothing to do with food.

"You know..." Zira growled, her muzzle leaning down the tiniest fraction of an inch closer to Sarabi's. "It's really not fair. You're way too stuck up to be as pretty as you are. If you didn't act so conceited and superior you wouldn't put people off so much."

The unexpected, if a bit backhanded, compliment elicited a smirk from Sarabi despite the fresh twinge of indignation if sparked. "You're one to talk." She countered. "You might fit in pretty well with everyone else and even have a good portion of the pride at your beck and call with a body like that if you weren't such a bitch."

"pfft." the larger of the two scoffed, blowing a puff of breath right across Sarabi's nose in the process. Zira was almost as surprised as Sarabi that a snarl of outrage hadn't been her reflexive response. It may have been just as backhanded as her own compliment but she couldn't help but feel a bit vindicated to receive a compliment of any kind from Sarabi. "Why would I want a bunch of egotistical, self-serving males biting at my tail nonstop? Maybe you might like having a crowd of sex-hungry males around for you to take your pick from but I have no desire to get around as much as you do." Zira replied with not nearly as much mockery as the statement would usually hold from her. There was even a tint of humor to her tone when she continued. "After all, I have standards."

Rather than continue the elaborate banter of caustic compliments Sarabi instead smirked; showing off a bit of teeth in the process. "Jackass." Despite her insulting choice of word her tone was almost devoid of aggression by this point. Each syllable came out as a breathy growl as her head leaned closer towards Zira's so slowly it was almost unnoticeable.

"Slut." Zira shot back without hesitation, her own voice taking on a similarly husky tone. She, too, let her muzzle lower almost imperceptibly closer to her rival's as both of their hearts raced with anticipation and increasingly unrestrained excitement.

Both women had been so absorbed in their little cat fight neither had paid much attention to their continued shrinking. By the time their lips were so close they could feel the tiniest tickles of physical contact a well-timed breeze caught on the dress Zira had long since shrunk out of without realizing and flipped the fabric over on top of them both like a tarp. In that first moment of total darkness before their eyes could adjust to the dimmer light the two leonine women were able to, if only for an instant, forget about everything else as if the darkness had voided their minds as well as their sight. In that moment of blackness where the whole world seemed to cease to exist they forgot their titles, their positions, their past interactions, everything. And with that momentary clean slate between the two of them all that was left to drive them was raw, burning lust. So they did the first thing that their bodies wanted them to do when their conscious minds let control slip. They kissed.

Any gentle affection broadcast through he kiss lasted only a second before a low, predatory rumble welled up in both lioness's their throats. Rough feline tongues soon shoved against one another in the space where their lips met as they began struggling for oral dominance over one another. The predatory purr from the two rapidly escalated into full-throated growling as their contest against one another resumed in a far different fashion than before. Gentle touches against each other's bodies became firm, possessive grips as the two women pressed more urgently against their counterpart. Sarabi writhed and shoved up from underneath against the lioness atop her while Zira strained to keep the smaller lioness pinned. All the while their chests, hips, and thighs ground together; unwilling to pull away even if it would have given one or the other an advantage. Though the lion queen and the renegade struggled and wrestled against one another as aggressively as they had moments earlier neither yet seemed willing to break the kiss that still locked their lips together. The dominance they fought for now was far different than what they had battled for at the start of their encounter.

Their lips finally broke when, with a grunt of effort, Sarabi shoved up under her rival and forcibly rolled the taller lioness onto her back. With their positions reversed and Sarabi now on top it was Zira's turn to struggle under the press of her opponent's body. Luckily for her, Zira made up for her lack of mass and raw, brute strength with impressive flexible. Flexibility sufficient to enough to shift and gather her legs under Sarabi until her paws were pressed against Sarabi's waist. The royal lioness' eyes went wide in realization a split second before Zira shoved with all her strength and launched Sarabi off of her!

By now Zira's outfit had grown so large - or rather, they had shrunk to such a degree - that the fabric hung over the two of them more like a tent canopy than just a blanket or tarp draped over them. They were so small now that there were more than a few places under the dress where they could stand fully upright; the pieces of discarded jewelry laying around them lifting sections of it off the ground. If both lioness hadn't been so riled up emotionally -- and now sexually thanks to the shrinking poison's lust-inducing side effect -- and focused on one another they might have stopped to worry how huge some of the various pieces of jewelry surrounding them were starting to look. But they didn't. Instead, Zira scrambled to her feet and leapt after her rival without regard for her expanding surroundings. Sarabi barely had time to get up to her hands and knees before Zira was upon her.

The renegade's lean yet powerful arms wrapped around Sarabi's torso. But her goal wasn't just to restrain the lion queen. Zira grabbed two handfuls of the Sarabi's ample breasts while using her elbows to pin her rival's arms to their sides. The smaller lioness let out a mixed gasp of surprise and lust at Zira's forceful grip. The royal lioness's body shivered involuntarily as the stimulation to her now much more sensitive breasts left her momentarily dazed. She was forced to bite her lip to stifle a moan that tried to push its way up her throat; unwilling to give Zira the satisfaction of forcing such a tangible involuntary reaction out of her. Instead, she chose to retaliate as best she could in her situation.

This time it was Zira's turn to shudder and gasp. Rather than trying to squirm free from Zira's hold, the lioness instead pushed back against her captor. Sarabi's plump, peach-shaped ass shamelessly ground itself against Zira's crotch while her tail slid its way up between the renegade's legs. When she felt the fur of Sarabi's tail tip tickle maddeningly against her hyper-sensitive nether lips Zira was far less successful in stifling a moan of her own. Slowly the lion queen soon rhythmically rocked back and forth against her captor; the end of her tail brushing between the renegade's in sync with each movement. Sarabi may have been able to keep her audible sounds of pleasure mostly suppressed but neither of the two women could deny at this point that they were blatantly grinding against one another now. It didn't take more than a few seconds of their mutual teasing of one another before any lingering sense of propriety was thrown aside and they devolved into a full-on hate fuck with one another.

Zira's fingers groped and squeezed the supple flesh of Sarabi's breasts with without restraint now; savoring the impressive weight of her rival's chest flesh. At the same time Zira made sure to periodically grind her palms into the sensitive nipples protruding from each of the lion queen's heavy tits until each squeeze forced a breathy growl or snarl of raw desire to force its way from Sarabi's throat.

Not one to be outdone so easily Sarabi forcefully ground her ass back against her captor to shift her position until she was effectively hot-dogging the base of her tail against Zira's nether entrance. While the lioness's arms were still trapped to her sides by Zira's she managed to maneuver one of them enough to get her fingers between her own legs. In less maddeningly-lustful situations she would have been embarrassed to admit that she was actually enjoying the rough treatment to a degree. Now, though, she couldn't care less about that. All Sarabi wanted at that moment was to finger herself while enjoying how her body shivered and jerked in bliss with each aggressive grope of her chest.

With how overstimulated and pent up the two lion women were by this point it didn't take long for the two of them to reach their peaks. The burning heat still lingering from the poison had ratcheted up the sensitivity of their most intimate areas by an order of magnitude. When they went over the edge Sarabi let out a gasp that she was no longer able to stop from morphing into a full, near-roar of a moan. As if reacting to her own release she felt Zira reach her own peak behind her while. But Sarabi's cry of audible release was not joined by one from Zira. Instead, the renegade spread her jaws wide and latched onto Sarabi's neck; stifling her own moan in the process!

Sharp leonine teeth pressed dangerously against and even pierced through Sarabi's flesh in a few places. But, thankfully, they didn't go deep enough to cause anything more than superficial pinpricks that would stop bleeding within seconds of the teeth being removed. Both of the lion women were varying degrees of embarrassed at how much the blissful convulsions of their sexual releases intensified in response to the bite. For Zira it filled her with a surge of superiority and dominance to hold Sarabi in such a threatening position. It soothed her unacknowledged inferiority complex and stroked her ego. Sarabi, on the other hand, found herself unexpectedly giddy at the threat of Zira's teeth on her lips. Being so close to having her throat ripped out, while fear-inducing, also filled her with a rush of adrenaline and the excited thrill of danger that fed into her already-erupting libido. Though she would never admit it even under threat of death, there was also a small twinge of genuine gratitude and affection that she was so utterly vulnerable; that Zira could rip her throat out right here right now without challenge or effort but made a conscious decision not to. Time seemed to melt together for the two women as they rode their orgasms for everything they were worth until the sensation finally started to die off. The moment it did the two women felt a wave of exhaustion that turned their limbs to jelly and sent them both collapsing to the ground together with Zira once again on top.

Neither lioness knew how long they laid there together. Basking in the blissful afterglow, neither woman bothered to restrain or resist one another. For that brief time the flood of endorphins overwhelming their thoughts brought unconscious smiles across both huntress's faces. Despite everything that had happened between the two, if only for a short period, the two rivals were able to enjoy each other's company without animosity. They even went as far to cuddle up against one another, basking in the warmth of another's body heat and enjoying the feel of foreign fur against their own. Zira and Sarabi could have basked in the blissful unspoken peace between them for the rest of the day if they weren't roughly pulled from their blissful dazes by the ground suddenly shaking.

The tremor lasted for only a second but the vibration was enough that both women's heads snapped up and turned towards to look in the direction of the shaking's source. A second, stronger tremor followed the first a second later followed by a third after another moment. Each rumble of the earth was stronger than the last and the two women felt a growing pit of worry settling in their respective stomachs. By the fourth one both leonine women knew these weren't simple earthquakes. From the sound of impact accompanying each shudder of the earth these weren't natural earthquakes but the result of something hitting the ground with terrifying force. They had been in the middle of getting to their feet when the last impact landed with such close proximity that they were both knocked back onto their asses. The impact had been so close that the two leonine women felt like the should have seen whatever was the source. But when they looked around they both finally noticed their surroundings and the implications they brought.

A wall of turquoise the two women had been laid out against as they basked in their afterglow wasn't a wall at all. It was a bead. A single, massive bead from one of Sarabi's bracelets. A bead that was supposed to be the size of a small marble but now loomed over Sarabi and Zira like a two-story building. They weren't just small or tiny or little anymore. They were downright insignificant. The reality was finally dawning on them how terrifyingly miniscule they had become. But before they could get a proper measure of their current height the ceiling of Zira's dress above them was pulled side. The two women were blinded by having the near-darkness of their impromptu cavern of fabric and jewelry abruptly replaced with momentarily blinding light of the afternoon sun again.

"Oh my. What do we have here?"

The unfamiliar voice was unmistakably male. The words came from above them rather than nearby and rumbled with such volume and rumbling bass that they both thought they could actually feel the ground vibrating beneath their feat from the force of each word. Even the nigh-fearless leonine huntresses were afraid to look towards its source. There was no telling who the voice was. Even if the voice belonged to someone they knew it was now so impossibly loud and deep to their ears that it would have been unrecognizable. But they both knew that trying to convince themselves he wasn't there would do them no good. A loud rumble of sound that it took them a second to recognize as the giant clearing his throat impatiently finally forced them to look up at the monster above them.

The first thing they saw first was a massive foot paw covered in caramel tan fur. They had looked up well above their own height when they finally turned to look at the giant but even then had barely been looking at the top of a single toe. A toe that was so big they both could have fit underneath it with room to spare. When their gazes slowly traveled upwards they watched as, to them, story after story of that same tan fur stretched what felt like endlessly up into the sky before they finally found the face of the enormous titan looming above and grinning down at them. And what was that giant? That living monster that could have swallowed two of the most powerful lionesses in all of the pride lands like a couple of breath mints?

A mouse.

The behemoth who spoke so loudly it left their ears ringing and who's footsteps had been shaking the ground around them not moments before was nothing more than a mouse. A tiny little rodent so small that even the shallow grass of the savannah could have hidden him from view of anyone else. Grass made up of individual pieces each nearly the size of pride rock from their perspective. Neither of the two women had time to make sense of the situation before the giant saw them both finally looking up at him spoke again in a voice that so loud it drowned out their own thoughts.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say I found a pair of pretty lion girls." The giant mouse mused aloud. "But that couldn't be true, could it? Lions are supposed to be big and powerful. The kings and queens of the savannah! Definitely at least big enough to swallow me whole. Not the size of little bugs that even my tiny, if still devilishly handsome, self could squash underfoot..."

Zira's hackles raised at being compared to a bug. Even Sarabi, normally far more diplomatic than her rival, felt her temper flare at the comparison. But as indignant as the insinuation was making them, neither lioness could come up with any real argument to the contrary. They WERE bugs. Or at least the size of bugs.

"This is all your fault." Zira snarled under her breath.

The accusation made Sarabi's eyes widen with a whole different type of shocked outrage. She turned an angry scowl on her rival and snarled in a voice not nearly as quiet as she probably intended. "Me?! You're the one that started all this with that stupid poisoned knife!"

"Yeah." Zira confirmed before spitefully adding. "And if you had just accepted your fate and let me take you home as my little plaything then I would still be normal sized and halfway across the savannah by now with you in my pocket. Not stuck here the size of an ant with you and at the mercy of a god damned giant rat. Thanks for that."

The looks on their faces must have broadcast their thoughts better than they would have liked. Either that or the mouse's enormous ears were sensitive enough to pick up their tiny, hushed voices. At least, that was the impression they got when they saw the giant mouse's lips curl down briefly into a frown after their exchange before twisting back up into a wicked grin a moment later.

Zira and Sarabi's eyes went wide when the mouse finally made a move towards them. The two lionesses turned to run but barely had time to turn their backs to the mouse and take a single step before they were overtaken. Both women were slammed to the ground, face first, when what felt like a full-grown elephant fell on top of them both. The immense weight compressed their tiny bodies into the dirt without any hope of either one resisting. The pressure pressing down on them made even breathing a struggle! When they felt the hot flesh pressing down from above and conforming slightly around the shape of their body both leonine women realized those 'elephants' that were pressing down on them were a single one of the mouse's massive paws. It was only thanks to the surprisingly soft flesh along the underside of his foot and the loosely-packed, soft dirt below that the two weren't simply crushed outright under the enormous weight bearing down on them. The idea that they were only alive thanks to a mouse having particularly soft feet was the single most humiliating thing that had ever happened to either lioness. Who ever heard of a full-grown lioness losing to a mouse in anything, much less being trapped under a rodent's foot?! Not that they could necessarily call themselves full grown anymore considering their terrifyingly miniscule size. But stepping on them was only the prelude to their rodent tormentor's intentions.

The heavy paw barely had time to settle on them before sliding to the side; dragging both women along and giving just enough leeway pressing down on them for their bodies to roll over onto their backs. Then the mouse slid his paw back towards himself a bit; carefully adjusting the position of both it and his two captives until the two women were pinned by the balls of his feet with each of their heads sticking from the space between two separate sets of his toes.

The only mercy they could grasp at when the rough repositioning was over was that they were at least able to breath more or less normally again now that their face's weren't buried in the dirt or the arch of the mouse's paw. But, while they could breath in freely and easily now, their position left each breath laced with the scent of the rodent's feet. Luckily it wasn't particularly harsh or pungent, but the scent was distinct and strong enough that Zira and Sarabi both felt themselves getting lightheaded after only a few breaths. Though they both heavily questioned whether or not it could be considered a benefit, now that their heads were free both leonine women could see their captor again. Being unable to see who was tormenting you was worrying, for sure, but neither woman could definitively say that seeing said tormentor stretching into the sky over them like a small mountain directly overhead was any better. Especially when that 'mountain' was grinning down at the two of them with an expression promising that he had only just begun to have 'fun' with them.

"Go on." The mouse's rolling thunder of a voice rumbled encouragement after giving them a few seconds to acclimate to their new position. "Give me a little kiss. Right there between the toes." Each word was laced with a smug sense of superiority and victory that could only come from someone small and weak finally having the big and powerful utterly at their mercy. He clearly enjoyed having a pair of the most powerful and dangerous predators in the pride lands literally underfoot. "Unless you'd rather my 'tiny little mouse foot' cover smother you both entirely again."

"How dare you do this to me!" Zira snarled up at the giant mouse, unable to control herself. Though she couldn't see Sarabi since they were between different sets of the mouse's toes, she didn't have to see her rival to visualized the eye roll Sarabi was inevitably giving her.

"You reap what you sow, psycho." Sarabi commented snidely. "Just desserts and all that."

"Doesn't that mean you deserve this too? Or do you secretly have a fetish for being dominated by something that's supposed to be small enough for you to swallow whole?" Zira snapped back.

Sarabi's cheeks flared beet red at the accusation, not that Zira could see it. But, despite their bitter rivalry, the two knew each other well enough by now that the brief pause before her retort made it easy for Zira to guess her reaction even before Sarabi responded. "How dare you!" She snarled with just a bit more heat than likely was normal from such an accusation if it was entirely false. "I'm not the one with these weird size kinks! I'm not the one that got a god damn magic shrinking poison from ancestors knows where!"

Zira was just opening her muzzle to offer another catty retort but she and Sarabi both were roughly reminded that there was a third person present. Both women let out gasps as the massive foot atop them abruptly pressed down harder and roughly forced the air from their lungs. The mouse hadn't actually pressed down that hard. At least, not that hard from his perspective. But for the two tiny lion women even that minor addition of his weight nearly crushed them. It was a miracle neither of their rib cages had collapsed in on themselves. While they were lucky that no serious injury had been caused even that minor expression of the enormous power the mouse had over them thanks to their relative sizes was more than enough to remind them of their dangerous predicament. And the danger wasn't just from what he could choose to do to them.

Considering how small any mouse was, the chances of their captor ever having had someone under him like this before was all-but impossible. Which meant he almost certainly had next to no practice restraining his strength since his own miniscule size had required him to constantly push himself to his limits just to survive. Even he seemed a bit surprised when his 'light' push had caused such discomforted, almost pained, sounds from them both. From the momentary look of concern - if more out of worry for breaking his toys rather than their wellbeing as people - It was obvious he hadn't meant to press that hard. That tiny little miscalculation could have cost them their lives. Which meant that even if he didn't mean to the mouse could very easily wind up hurting them both entirely by accident on top of all the things he could intentionally do to them. And neither Zira nor Sarabi had any chance of being able to resist anything he wanted to do with him when they were so tiny. But any concern the mouse might have had faded as quickly as it had come and his face was soon split back into a wide grin once more.

"Now, if you two are done bickering. I think a bit of licking is more apt now to apologize for ignoring me..." The mouse rumbled once more.

Both women once more refused to comply. Their respective senses of pride were far too strong to let them degrade themselves so easily to anyone, much less a rodent. But all their defiance earned them from the mouse was him slowly starting to press down on them again. It was slower this time as much to give them time to rethink their choice as to help him avoid breaking his new toys unnecessarily. But that overwhelming pressure was no less crushing for its slower increase in intensity. It was also far more vivid and terrifying to have it happening so much slower.

Both lion women could feel the massive rodent paw's increasing weight much more vividly with it's slower build of intensity. They could feel the softer flesh around the edges of the balls of his feet and around the base of his toes squishing down to conform around the shape of their bodies and acting like bits of cushioning. At the same time they could feel the harder bone of his paw at the center of the balls of his foot pressing down far more unrelentingly across their torsos. It didn't take long before Zira and Sarabi both felt their rib cages compressing again, making breathing harder as their lungs received less and less room to expand. The two leonine huntresses might have been proud but they also had strong sense of self-preservation. Particularly in Zira's case; the renegade who morality was far more flexible when it came to doing what was necessary to survive.

As much as she despised giving him the satisfaction Zira was the one who broke first. Reluctantly, Zira opened her mouth just a bit to give a quick sweep of her rough feline tongue on the sensitive webbing of flesh between the mouse's toes. Clearly the renegade had been hoping to placate him with the bare minimum of what could be called a lick. But, despite her compliance, the pressure on her didn't relent. Not until Sarabi finally broke as well a few seconds later. Unknowingly mirroring Zira, Sarabi gave her own rushed lap of her tongue at the mouse's toe flesh. When the giant mouse finally felt the tiny bit of wetness between his toes from both of them he immediately stopped pressing down as much on them. The moment he did both lionesses gasped and wheezed in a struggle to replace the air their increasingly-compressed lungs had been denied.

"You know..." The mouse rumbled before trailing off. Without warning his foot lifted off of them and casually slam down beside them. Neither he nor the two lion women missed the fact that there was a visible, if shallow, footprint shape pressed into the dirt. Nor did any of them fail to notice the two women had their own outlines compressed slightly deeper where his paw had been pressing them into the dirt. Only after he had savored the sight for a few seconds did he pick up speaking where he left off. "I kind of like having two cute little girls like you at my beck and call. It's a nice change from having to run around avoiding the footsteps or hungry appetites of lions like you for once."

Any shreds of hope the two women had that the mouse might have helped them fix their situation after they placated him a bit melted away at hearing his statement. They had known it was a longshot but desperation brings desperate hope. They didn't even have a chance to try and run again, either. The mouse hadn't even finished speaking before he bent down and scooped Zira and Sarabi up, one in each land, like the two were little more than toys. When he brought them close to his face, a face sporting a muzzle big enough to swallow them both whole, terrifying thoughts of being classified as 'food' instead of 'toys' flashed through their minds. That fear finally overrode their lingering scraps of pride and self-confidence and banished any fledgling ideas of further attempts to escape for fear of angering their captor.

"You know what? Yeah." The mouse said definitely as if coming to a decision. "I'm taking you two home with me."

His cheerful and satisfied tone of voice showed the giant mouse was either oblivious or simply uncaring how much more painfully loud his voice was to the two women when he held them so much closer to his face. That ear-ringing volume plus the implication of his words left the two momentarily stunned into silence. When they finally could speak again any protests they attempted fell on deaf ears when the mouse lowered his arms to his sides. With an attractive, toy-sized lioness still in each hand the mouse began lumbering his way through blades grass that may as well have been a forest of trees from Zira and Sarabi's perspectives. Their growing concern for what was in store for them only increased in intensity when they heard the mouse start singing to himself under his breath. His choice of lyrics were that much more worrying that even those quiet, self-directed words boomed around them like rolls of thunder.

"Hakuna matata. What a wonderful phrase. Hakuna Matata, gonna enjoy these girls for days~"