A Royal Gift Of Anna
This story requires a bit of explanation. ...okay, quite a bit.
It was written as a commission for Speedlix. He wanted a cross-over story between Disney's The Lion King and a 2007 Patagonik Film Group animated feature called "El Arca," ("The Ark"), which followed the story of Noah's Ark from the animals' point of view and especially that of the lions. He wanted the story to feature his own character, Anna, a buxom french poodle. He left the details pretty open, but as an example of what he was after, he showed me a previous commission he'd bought in which three "El Arca" characters initiated lesbian sex with Anna. From this I took it that he wanted more hot lesbian action.
Okay, no problem, I can do that; it's not my strong suite, but I can manage it pretty well if I do say so myself.
The "El Arca" characters were obvious; I used same three as in his example. Lesbian sex in "The Lion King" limited my choices a bit. Speedlix didn't say he wanted Nala in the story. If he had, I'd have done it, but I'm glad he didn't; IMHO it would have been out of character. Kiara likewise; she's in love with Kovu, I wouldn't like to show her cheating. Zira had possibilities; frankly, I thought her too preoccupied with her evil scheming to bother with sex. I confess that I forgot all about Vitani; her character isn't very well defined, I could have made her queer. But it's too late now.
Then there was Sarabi. She's a widow, she'd probably had no sexual outlet for years. She bore a child, was the senior hunter on the Pride Lands, lived through Scar's reign, held herself proudly and spoke the truth even through those dark days; in other words, she's worldly. With her I figured I could pull it off.
If it seems like I got hung up about half-way through, I did; I got the action started, but had trouble finding a direction for it. That might be why the denoument seems a little rushed. It literally took months to finish this story. That's why the official word count is 1,700, while a word processor would say 2,240; I threw in the last scene for free to make up for it.
Anyway, thanks again to Speedlix. for his custom and for his patience and to everybody if you managed to read through this wall-o-text. Following it, you'll find some handy references.I found an English overdub of El Arca once. I can't fnd it again, but here's a trailler at least.UPDATE -- Here it is.
And here are Keirel, Bruma and Panthy.Here they are together, (with somebody else's character.)Here's Anna's refsheet and a typical image of her.And this is the story I was given as an example.
"Welcome to the Pride Lands," Sarabi said. "Hakuna Matatta," she added. "No worries!" Bruma squeaked. "I like this place!" "I am Sarabi," the old lioness went on, "matriarch of the pride, mother of the king. And you?" "Forgive me," the panthress replied. "Panthy; I'm, well, most fit to lead my little party. This is Bruma," she added, indicating a tall, slender lioness, "and Kairel," waving at a shorter, rounder lioness. Bruma leaned closer to Sarabi. "Kairel's just a nerd," she whispered. "She thinks she's better than everyone. But she's hot in the sack!" Kairel leaned close to Sarabi's other ear. "Sorry about Bruma," she murmured. "She's... um..." "Mook?" Sarabi murmured back. Kairel giggled. "I'll have to remember that word!" "And this," Panthy concluded, "is our pet, Anna." Sarabi raised a regal eyebrow. "Pet?" she asked. The old lioness sniffed in the poodle's direction. "You're a dog of some sort, but I'm not familiar?" "I'm a French poodle," Anna replied. "A domestic dog," she added, her ears flushing pink. "Domestic! You live with, with... those hairless apes?" Anna just nodded and looked down shyly. "It's okay," Panthy said. "She's our pet now." "And how," Sarabi growled indignantly, "is she your pet?" "Oh, she serves us. She gives us what we want." "Yeah," Bruma interrupted, "she's real good at serving!" Kairel scratched under Anna's chin, raising her face. Anna smiled sheepishly as Panthy rubbed behind her closer ear. "I-I give them sex," said Anna. "I'm their... pet, I do what they want." Sarabi raised her head, her expression shocked. "You belong to them? And you... you serve their lust... willingly?" "She loves it!" Bruma said, giggling. Anna nodded. "It's true," she admitted. "I like being a... a sex toy." Her ears and face blushed scarlet. "There, I said it, I'm a sex toy and I like it. I... I like other girls' pussies." "Truly?" Sarabi gasped. Anna nodded. Her face and ears were bright red, but her muzzle curled in a little smile. "Would you like to try her, your highness?" Panthy asked. Now it was the matriarch's turn to blush. "Well... Mufassa has been gone for so long, I have been lonely..." "Go on Sarabi... we're on first names now, aren't we? ...seriously Sarabi, just use her, she loves it!" "Your Highness," Kairel murmured, "Anna has self-confidence issues. She just can't ask for affection, but she needs it. It's better for her to just belong to us and be expected to, well... put out, to be brief. She would enjoy it if you use her. And we'd be honoured to have you join us in sharing her!" Anna play-bowed at Sarabi's feet, smiling shyly. Panthy winked at the lion queen mother. Sarabi, her expression still incredulous, looked down at Anna. "...well... you are guests, one must be polite..." Sarabi looked around herself, as if her son or belated husband might see, but there were only her small retinue of lionesses near and a handful of skittish zebras passing by. She smiled, at once amused and shy. "Very well." (Anna's smile broadened.) "But how does one... proceed?" "Just lift your tail," the panthress replied. Sarabi got down on her belly, her legs tucked under in sphynx position. She raised her tail and curled it back until she could take the tip in her mouth. She nodded to her retinue, who purred aloud as they walked away. "Such flexibility!" Kairel murmured. "Anna" Panthy said, "you know what to do." ("I wanna see this!" Bruma muttered. She got down on her haunches behind the old queen and to one side.) Anna lay behind Sarabi, her head supported in her paws. She sniffed the lioness's sex, blowing warm air on her nether lips with each sniff. Sarabi glanced backwards, curious at the sensation. Then she made a small gasp. Anna had barely touched Sarabi's lips with her tongue, just above the queen mother's hole. Again and again Sarabi gasped, her thin lips curling into a delighted smile. Panthy lay on her side, watching Sarabi's face. "Not too hard Anna," she said. "She's quite sensitive." Sarabi spat her tail out. "No Anna," she said, "harder! I'm quite enjoying this!" "Thank you, Your Highness," Anna replied. Anna pressed her tongue more firmly against Sarabi's pussy lips. From just below the matriarch's clit to her lower corner, Anna licked down one outer lip, then back up the other side; down then up, down the middle and back. Over and over, Anna licked the older lioness. She shifted back into a play-bow, head-down-ass-up, licking, as Sarabi started to purr. The queen gasped. She snarled. "Did she nip you?" Panthy asked. "I can't quite see, but that felt like a nip! Twice!" Sarabi added. "But now you feel even more sensitive there." ""I do... I suppose it only hurt a little... What is she doing?" "Your Highness is already starting to get juicy!" Anna declared. She licked between Sarabi's lips now, from the queen's lower corner nearly to her clit, up then down. She licked a few times at Sarabi's hole, lapping up the juice. Then she repeated the pattern as Sarabi squirmed. "Is something wrong?" Panthy asked. "It feels very nice," Sarabi replied. "But so inconvenient! I can't see what's going on!" Anna gave Sarabi's lips a brief, sucking kiss, then got up enough to face her. "Perhaps if Your Majesty lay on her back instead?" she suggested. "Ah... yes... let's try it, then." Sarabi rolled onto her side. She twisted and writhed and managed to flip onto her other side. Scowling, she tried again. Panthy discretely slipped a paw under the matriarch's shoulder. Shortly, Sarabi was on her back. She craned her neck as Anna resumed the position and began to lick again. Sarabi smiled and purred loudly at the poodle. Anna returned a loll-tongued grin, her tail wagging briskly. Sarabi watched Anna for a while, then let her head fall back onto the ground. She wriggled gently. Then she tried to look at Anna again... and flopped back onto her side. "Please dear," Panthy purred, "allow me." She sat behind the elder queen, helped her onto her back again, then wriggled under her shoulders so that Sarabi's head rested on her tummy. "Better?" she asked. "This is certainly a compromising position! I'm glad Simba is off patro-OH! Oh, Anna, good girl!" Anna circled Sarabi's clit with her tongue, slowly caressing the swollen nub. Every third circle, she lowered her muzzle and lapped over and over Sarabi's hole, then returned to the erect clit. Sarabi purred loudly, open-mouthed. "I'm getting in on this action!" Bruma declared. She sat behind Anna. The poodle's own muff was getting damp and fragrant. Bruma licked, one side of Anna's mound then the other, her raspy tongue briefly straightening the black curls. Anna winced at the rough treatment, but kept up her own work on Sarabi.
The sun rose towards a sultry noon. The sky turned to copper as Anna worked on Sarabi and Bruma played with Anna. Panthy murmured sweet nothings to the lion queen mother as she stroked Sarabi's face and chest, while Kairel stroked herself. Fresh pussy musk joined the scent of wild flowers in their little dell and the rumble of lion purrs underscored the calls of the birds. Anna's long, canine tongue was probing, caressing, stroking deep inside Sarabi's vagina. Sarabi squirmed in Panthy's lap, moaning and purring. Anna whimpered, her labia and anus red from the assault by Bruma's rough tongue, but she did nothing to stop the lioness's licking. She leaked sweet doggy juice from her nether lips and just let Bruma enjoy it. Sarabi grunted. "Anna," she muttered, "best be careful... oh dear... OH!" She roared aloud! Spray erupted from her pee-hole, thoroughly wetting Anna's face. Twice more Sarabi sprayed Anna, but the poodle girl licked inside Sarabi through it and kept going after. Sarabi watched, dismay in her face. "Anna," she cried, "I'm so sorry..." She paused and sniffed. "...but that does not smell like urine..." Panthy chuckled and scritched behind Sarabi's whiskers. "You came, dear," she chuckled. "For the first time in your life, I think?" Sarabi reached between her legs and patted Anna's cheek. "Good girl," she sighed. "Such a good girl..." Then she glanced up and gasped. "ZAZU!" she cried. "Did she just come again?" said Bruma. "THIS IS NOT TO REACH MY SON'S EARS!" Sarabi roared. "That hornbill who just over-flew us," she went on, pointing. "That's Zazu, majordomo to the Lion King since my son's grandfather was a cub and probably before. Nothing escapes his attention!" She rolled to her feet. "I don't know how Simba will react to this. You'd better..." She looked at Anna and sighed. "For your own sakes, it would be best if you cross the Pride Lands as quickly as possible." She glanced up at the sun, then looked towards the horizon. "If you go that way, you'll reach a bed of wild thorns. There's a path through it that Simba... found, long ago. Beyond it is a desert, but a half-night's run across that is a tropical jungle. It's very comfortable, plenty of food, you'll be safe there." Sarabi turned in a different direction and walked away, quickly, but her head held high. "It would be best, of course, if you do not follow me!" She paused and glanced back at the four. She smiled wistfully. "I will never forget you, Anna," she said. "Hakuna Matatta," she added. She turned and trotted a few steps up the dell. At the top she paused again. "Oh, I nearly forgot. While in the Pride Lands, do not harm any meerkats or warthogs. If you do, we'll hunt you down and kill you. They did us a favour once, you see." With that, she trotted away towards a high prominence in the distance. "And that's what the royals call gratitude!" Panthy grumbled. "Well she's not the king," Kairel scolded. "I'm sure she did what she could. Anyway, you've never been in power, you don't know what it's like. Which is why you've never been in power," she added. "Oh, shut up!" Panthy growled. Bruma, oblivious to the argument, started licking Anna's face.
The sun was a good deal lower and the sky to their rear was blue again. The four friends had been walking for most of the day since their meeting with Sarabi. They formed a diamond shape; Panthy leading, Bruma and Kairel side-by-side but some distance from each other and Anna bringing up the rear. The scent of wild thorns was drifting towards them from darker ground ahead. "If you're looking for the path through that," said a voice behind them, "it's to your eleven." They turned. Behind them a magnificent lion stood scowling. He was flanked by a mandrill-baboon to his right, while a meerkat riding a warthog stood to his left. A hornbill landed in front and pointed a wing at Anna. "That's the one," said Zazu. Anna backed away towards her friends. Bruma and Kairel moved in behind her. But Panthy motioned them to stay put as she stepped in front. "Relax," said Simba. "Mom made me promise not to hurt you." "You made our old queen feel young for a while," said Rafiki, "that's fine. But it would be bettah if you don' stay he'ah!" Simba nodded and padded gently forwards towards Anna. "I just wanted to make sure you understand." "Oh, we understand," Panthy replied. "Scandals can be so inconvenient." Simba sniffed Anna's face. "You don't smell like mom," he said. "Well feline saliva does contain deodorant," Zazu pointed out. Simba gave Panthy a sniff. "You smell like mom," he said. "It's true," said Panthy. "We were playing with her." She knelt and stroked Simba's mane. "Would you like to know why? It would be easier to deal with if you... really understood! Anna." The poodle got down on her knees, but shook her head, scared. Panthy leaned close to her. "Don't worry," she whispered. "Simba won't be the first lion I've wrapped around my little finger! Just let him fuck you, it'll be all right." "But... doesn't he have barbs..." but she sighed, got down on all fours, play-bowed and lifted her tail. "Nala," Rafiki started, "would have your..." "Head on a platter!" Zazu interrupted. "I know, I know," the Lion King grumbled. "Zazu, lead them through the thorns and make sure they're going in the right direction. As for you," he added to Panthy, "I don't know where you came from..." "Then let me tell you," Panthy growled, her teeth bared. "My friends and I are chosen of God! We survived The Flood aboard The Ark!" "Which god?" Simba said. He gave Rafiki a puzzled look The mandrill-baboon shrugged in reply. "We're Zulu," he said, "we don't do Great Floods." (Bruma blinked. "Flood?" she said.) "Around here," Simba continued, as he turned and walked away, "we don't do scandals. Or floods. You're just obviously trouble. Hakuna Mattata," he added. "The lionesses will be watching," and he and Rafiki walked back towards a distant skirmish line of unhappy-looking lionesses. "Mooks!" said the merekat, as he and the warthog followed Simba. "This way!" said the hornbill, as he took to the air. The four friends turned away towards the thorns ahead, following the bird. "You never learn, do you?" Kairel growled. "Oh, shut up!" Panthy replied.
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