A little something I did for May(ternity). =D
Right, so, this has futanari and incest. It also has alternate impregnations in it, to reeeeally hammer in the reproduction kinks in it. The last is something I'd like you guys to love as much as I do, so I've tried my best to present them in a way that is not grating for those of you not used to such things.
Oh, and this features anthro lions too, if that also needs a warning. That said? enjoy.
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Living Majesty
The blood on their hands was not so easily hidden.
"Ah, well, that was a whopper," Karna the Lioness said with satisfaction as she cleaned her hands.
"But only because he didn't see it coming," Zima said as she put her dress shirt back in order.
They were both sisters, but only by the half that mattered. The sire side. As was usually the case, they were born into a Pride and reaped the benefits that came with it all their lives. These days, that meant having the backing of a big corporation held up in perpetual trust to the family, expanding with every generation and contracting upon the change of the guard.
Because for the crown of a Pride to change heads, for the CEO of a business to be inherited by a successor, the old one could never just step down, no. That just wasn't how lion Prides worked. It wasn't how developed and thrived in the modern age. For the old to give way to the new, exile or death was the only way.
And exile, for an old lion, was merely a slower death.
Thus, lions remained competitive in the modern world. Thus, lions vied for power in a multi-species world.
This is what male lions were born, bred and raised for. This is what female lions grew up expecting and, in many ways, anticipating.
Boys as they grew up would be effectively exiled by their fathers to far-off schools and otherwise kept away from the family under threat of a more permanent arrangement. And when they would inevitably come back for their place at the head of the Pride despite this traditional mercy,, it was up to them to succeed at toppling their father from the place atop tower on their own merits..
Or die trying.
It was why boys from foreign Prides were simultaneously the ones to almost always do the deed and never the family men. Because boys with mothers and sisters in the Pride always had a ready source of backing, and so it was less dangerous to trust male strangers who would still pounce when given half a chance.
It was a rare lion CEO that managed to die in his sleep while still the head of a Pride, and not out in the streets in abject poverty or to the claws of a younger man.
But all CEOs had something in common: they were hard to topple. And they were hard to beat. They never would have been the leader of Pride to begin with, otherwise.
And the same was true of their father.
He had been a white-haired beast of a male that stood at almost two meters in height. Muscled in ways that only the strongest youngsters were, with a mind to match. And, perhaps, if Zima and Karna had not been who they were, he might have been one of the rare exceptions that ruled until he naturally died.
But they weren't and so he wasn't.
To be fair to him, the fact that they were futas certainly had something to do with his lack of foresight.
"Everything's been arranged; all our partners and family know that the suite has been shaken up," Zima threw a folder on a table caked with blood. The room they were in was the last one in the skyscraper that formed the headquarters for the respected Muasa Pride, Incorporated of course, and was spacious enough to have fit a whole house. It was only proper that it be the personal office of the man who led the Pride.
Or women, as they were both about to try out.
"The bodies of Da's bodyguards should turn up at some point," Zima said as Karna stretched her neck and produced some cracks. Her shirt was shredded and a multitude of slashes had opened up many weeping wounds during the fight. That she had managed to not only survive their father's onslaught but also beat him one on one, spoke legions about her suitability as a prospective heiress.
But Karna would have never gotten to fight him one-on-one without Zima, and she wasn't about to drop her claim.
Sisters that they were, they had plenty of similarities, yes. The same golden pelt that ran through their bodies and under their work dresses and skirts. The same blue eyes that their father's unblinking corpse had. The same bushy tail that swayed back and forth.
The same ambition that burned in their hearts.
But it was precisely these similarities that emphasized their differences, for they could not be more different.
At 6 and a half feet of height, Karnat was only two inches shorter than their father was, putting her safely above the average height for a male lion. But not only was she tall, she also had width to match. It was a testament to the female DNA that she had in her, that her hips were as wide as her shoulders were, for her musculature was big enough to make her suits strain with her every movement.
Her back was broad slabs of iron and her shoulders were stone boulders. Her biceps and triceps made her arms into tree trunks, and her abs were so defined that they could be played like a musical instrument. Her thighs were huge cuts of meat and her calves were wide rods that led into her clawed foot paws.
She looked as dangerous as any male...but in a way that left no doubt that she was a woman.
Zima had always admired and envied that.
Because it would have been enough that she didn't have a mane, but no, her aforementioned hips had to be wide enough to match the width of a doorway. Her ASS had to be huge enough to be the trunk of car. Her tits had to be the size of their heads, and they hung from her chest like trophies waiting to be snatched.
Her lips were full, her eyes were pretty, her cheeks were delicate and her nose was adorable.
And she was strong enough to take out their dad.
But Zima...Zima wouldn't be here if she couldn't pose a danger to match.
At six feet of height, Zima was taller than most females, and that was without wearing any heels. Her arms were slim and led to sleekly muscled shoulders that made her dresses cut quite a figure. Her chest held two humongous mounds that she was proud to say beat her sister's by a few inches in their circumference. A difference that her vastly smaller body made greater by comparison.
Her hips were also wide, if not as wide as her dump truck of a sister. Her ass was big, if not as gigantic as the pillows in the rear of her sister. Her waist was slim and made her have an hourglass figure that was as beautiful and impressive as the female power body that her sister had. Her thighs and calves were long, taking up more of her height then her sister's did, which made gave her a gait that she was proud to say turned many heads around.
Her lips were just as full but she would be willing to say her eyes were more striking. It was all in the eyelashes, you see. Her nose was bigger but her high cheeks made it exotic rather than unattractive. Something inherited from her mother.
So she was a match against her sister as a female.
But could Zima say she was a match for the position to lead the Pride?
Given that the plan to topple their father had been hers in inception and development? That only her mind had been able to deceive and defeat the steel trap that had been their sire's mind?
"That leaves only one more thing," Zima casually said as cleaners gingerly started coming into the last floor and balked at the job before them.
"Oh, sis, did I ever tell you that I loved you?" Karna giggled. It would have sounded strange for such a muscled lioness if Zima hadn't known her since they were cubs, "Because I do."
"Maybe almost as much as what I'll do to you," she ended, her tongue coming out of her brief snout to lick her lips.
They were two claimants, but there was only one throne. Female futas or not, sisters or not, that was a truth that they had to deal with as any male successor would.
But that was fine.
'The other was not as big a deal as their father had been' was a thought that was running through both of their heads.
