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Once a tale ends, the implications still remain. No storyteller has an infinite amount of time to talk or to go over all the minutia of a given character’s life. But a good enough story teller invests his audience with the necessary tools to imagine “what else” came afterward.

Whether they would be interested in it or not, is another question.

A coronation is certainly a big checkpoint in anyone’s life. It is, no doubt, the culmination of years of effort on someone’s part, and the ending of a chapter for many on the side. But power doesn’t always naturally come with legitimacy, and so it’s, rather, merely the first chapter in many reigns

What then, do we talk about, when even that has ended? What else is there to say about someone who, for lack of a better word, “won”?

Well, we fall back on those “implications”.

Because winning a crown is a juggling act, and some balls just don’t fall until much later.

Zima was, truth be told, having quite a wonderful time.

Her wonderful sister-wife, though only unofficially as Lion harems avoided actual legal marriage to avoid some of the most common ways for a single actor to mess things up for everyone, had recently recovered. Of their many children, the multitude that her huge body had been able to bare and develop to birth, they had decided to raise two of them. One from her womb, and one of it’s siblings straight from Karma’s balls just to see how that would go.

The rest had been handed to Zima’s now “contractually impermanent” harem, whom Karna took great delight in visiting.

Luckily, the video of her company meeting had been recorded in high fidelity and had been thoroughly edited to point out the drugs that made it possible. Though not something she could actually show, let alone sell in public, there were quite a few of those in the hidden upper rungs of society that were proving to be rather…curious about its limits.

But the labs of the Zima pride didn’t just sit on their laurels just because a product was ready for mass production. Sales orders might trickle in, but the next big thing of tomorrow had to, after all, be invented today.

And Zima had just gotten a few samples of what they had in mind.

“Um, l-love?” Sarai stuttered as she came into Zima’s titanic office.

But business would have to wait for another time.

“Mistress is fine,” Zima told her, “If I am feeling spicy, maybe even ‘baby mama’, but we both know what we are.”

Sarai, too, had just given birth and, given it was merely a single child, she was allowing the mother of her sister-wife to raise it. Zima would admit she mostly left her alone except when she was feeling the itch for a bit of domination, but she supposed she couldn’t keep putting this off forever.

Today, after all, was the day Zima fully committed to her revenge on her second concubine.

She had even put it in her planner and everything!

“Are you feeling spicy now, Sis?” a huge lioness nursed what might be the future heirs of the company. Karna’s stomach had slimmed back down enough that it showed her abs, but a bit of chub remained on the lower rows. It made her look…maternal.

Zima couldn’t get enough of her, “With you by my side? Always.”

Sarai awkwardly cleared her throat.

“Right, so, for the past year I am afraid that I haven’t been paying enough attention to you, Sarai,” Zima told her, “A mistake I hope you understand, given the challenges I’ve had to overcome, but a mistake nonetheless.”

“No, no, I completely understand things,” Sarai was quick to shake her head, “Really, it’s not a problem. The Head of the Pride blesses each member with their attention when and if they can.”

“I suppose,” Zima smiled, “Tell me, my old used-up love, what do you consider “attention” or a “blessing” to be, coming from me?”

The older lioness nervously looked at her daughter, who appeared to remain calm, and Zima, who was too happy for this to be an innocent question, “A-any attention you might give me would be a blessing!”

“Reeeally now?” Zima snapped her fingers.

A few attendants came out of the woodwork to get the cubs Karna was breastfeeding and absconded with them.

What Zima was planning on wouldn’t be child-friendly, after all.

“Even if it involved, I don’t know, getting even?” Zima innocently asked.

“Getti-getting even?” Sarai gasped, “But I thought you accepted as part of your harem! I even bore you a chi-”

“-You did,” Zima stopped her with a raised hand, “I did, I still do, and I will continue to have you as part of my harem. That will never change.”

‘No, not even if you betray me~” Zima purred as she got up from her seat and stretched.

“I would never-” Sarai started to spit out.

“-I know you won’t,” Zima cut her off again.

“I am just letting you know that there is no escaping me.”

And that was enough to shut her up.

“Now, where were we?” Zima asked as she gestured her milfy lover forward. Sarai obediently stepped up

“Ah, yes, getting even!” Zima snapped her fingers as if she had forgotten. Sans the board, there really was no practical point to this sort of showboating, but if Zima didn’t enjoy herself here, could she even enjoy herself anywhere else?

“All those years of being looked down upon,” Zima lost her smile as she recalled Sarai all but spitting on her just because Karna seemed like such a sure thing, “Of having to bare it and swallow my pride. Do you think they just went away?”

“I am sorry!” Sarai immediately bowed down in front of her, “I was a stupid woman for not noticing your-your-your magnificence, yes! For not knowing my place ahead of time!”

“Yes it was,” Zima agreed as Sarai’s supplantation broke through her self-control and started to do things to her, “And yes you were. But, ah, I did not make you part of my harem because I forgave you.”

“You see, my forgiveness has yet to be earned,” Zima darkly chuckled.

“Please, Mistress!” Sarai said and Zima just LOVED the sound of that! “Please, tell me how to earn it!”

Zima took off one of her shoes, and pushed her pawed feet out, “Being a good hag and kissing my feet is a good start.”

Sarai crawled forward quickly and was on them in a moment, pushing her lips into it and smooching the middle of her foot. Her lips graced against her toes and pushed against her ankles. And, as she did so, her shirt rode up her torso and allowed Zima to get a good look at her chest puppies from the top.

Actually, with her chest so low to the ground, her breasts splayed flat on the floor and made her shirt bulge out.

Oh, this was a good start indeed!

“Enough,” Zima pulled her feet back and the old lion milf looked up at her with hopeful eyes.

“Next, you can strip,” Zima took a step back and sat on the surface of her work table.

“Yes, of course,” Sarai furiously nodded, “Right away.”

Given that she was essentially living on Zima’s office floor, she had come here with very informal clothing. A cotton shirt and long-sleeved pants in polka dots. Losing them revealed a bra over-stuffed with milk-swollen tits, and a racy black thong.

“Oh, did you hope to seduce me?” Zima raised an eyebrow when she saw the strip of clothing that protected her genitals.

“Well, no-I mean, yes, um,” Sarai couldn’t decide what Zima wanted to hear, “I suppose I just…wanted to wear it?”

“Self-actualization in my harem?” Zima walked around her, “I suppose I’ll have to punish that too.”

Then she swung a hand that impacted with her ass.

Sarai jumped on the spot as she yiped but otherwise remained up as Zima fondled her, “But, see, I already got all the senseless performative sex out of my system.”

“As my concubine, I have to fuck you, that is true enough,” Zima traced a line through Sarai’s shoulder, “But in truth?”

“I want you to feel it.”

“Is…that not what I am doing?” Sarai’s confusion shone through her nervousness.

“Perhaps,” Zima walked around her, “But I really can’t be sure. You have always been so good at putting faces.”

And, on time, Sarai denied, “I could never fake it with you…baby mama?”

“We’re not there yet,” Zima informed her.

“I can never fake it, mistress!” Sarai assured her.

Zima extended her hand and gestured with it. And, as she expected, Karna put a vial in her palm.

“Then you wouldn’t mind drinking this, would you, my dear lovely hag?” Zima asked innocently as Sarai fought jitters as she reached out for it.

“Is this-” Sarai gulped.

“The same drugs me and Karna use?” Zima asked, “Yesss. Or, rather, no.”

“This is the refined and final product,” the futa CEO happily sighed.

“But…why?” Sarai despondently said.

“Because the opposite of love isn’t hatred,” Zima carefully explained, “It’s indifference.”

“And I am not indifferent to you, Sarai.”

Sarai looked at her for a few moments before she opened the vial and downed it in one go.

“So,” she coughed from drinking too fast, “It’s just a fertility and aphrodisiac drug, right? How long does it take to-AURGH!”

The older lioness clutched her stomach and collapsed to her knees as the drug went to work. Even the earlier versions that Zima had used to win had the wonderful property of being fast-acting, and this final version did not disappoint.

“Oh, it’s those things and MORE,” Zima began taking off her clothes, “Maybe you weren’t paying very good attention, but allowed ME to conquer a she-bitch like your daughter!”

“I would have fallen for your charms either way, Sis,” the towering shape of Karna was next to her then, taking off her clothes as well.

In the two years since the fight for the CEO throne, Karna had lost a good amount of muscle, but not all of it. Or even most of it. She was no longer a lovely hulking brute.

But she was still an idol of fitness.

“P-please,” Sarai begged, “Do something about thiiiiiiiis!”

The smell of something deeply hormonal tagged Zima’s nose, causing her to sniff the air, “Oh, wow, you came already?”

“It just won’t stooop!” Sarai moaned as Zima walked around her, only to find the back of her pants completely moist with her orgasm.

“What a dirty whore.” Zima drew her leg back a little.

And swung her feet at where Sarai;s pussy was camel toeing.

“FUCK!” Sarai yelled as she came again.

“Oh, don’t be a baby,” Zima padded her concubine’s ass, making her twitch every time she did so, “I am going to be taking one of our lab's experimental drugs.”

“Here you go, Sis,” Karna produced two syringes from Zima’s work table, a warning label emblazoned clearly on them.

“You see,” Zima told the lust-tortured milf as she took one of the syringes, “The effect the fertility drug had on Karna’s testicles was not altogether what the drug was originally planned for. It was a ‘happy accident’ for everyone involved, of course, but in MY company I am not happy with just happy accidents.”

The futa Lioness pressed the needles against her nutsack and winced as she felt it go in.

But that was fine, that’s just how the medication went in.

“So I had our labs make another drug, hopefully another future underground hit, that concentrates completely on taking the concepts of ‘virility’ to the next stage!” Zima said with aplomb and injected herself with the chemical cocktail.

The moment it hit, she felt a delicious burn go through her testicles. It spread like wild fire until she could physically FEEL her testes start to twitch.

And she felt her sperm…start to change.

“Oh, fuck, this is amazing!” Zima cried out as the veins in her balls started to bulge.

“Do you want this?” Zima’s cock had gone painfully erect by this point in time. Her barbed penis swung like a lolipop in front of Sarai’s face, the older lioness’ eyes narrowing as she stared at it like prey, “Do you want it? Do you?”

“I-I neeeed that dick!” Sarai actually slobbered, SLOBBERED, as she weakly tried to reach for it.

Only to slip as she crawled, moaning again as this caused her to cum.

“Make it stop, please, it’s too much!” she begged.

Zima thought about it.

“Nah.”

‘Please!” Sarai, for the first time in years, had tears in her eyes.

“Well, I would, really, I would,” Zima lied as she pointed at behind her, where Karna was bending over her desk and opening her cheeks wide with her hands, “But I have that waiting for me.”

“So…just endure it.” Zima turned around and marched to her sister-wife.

“Wait!” Sarai reached for the younger lioness she had hitched herself to.

“Oh, why should I?” Zima turned her head and looked her straight in the eye as she lined her cock with Karna’s slobbering pussy.

Karna moaned as Zima’s barbed dick started slipping inside of her.

“This-this hurts!” Sarai pounded the floor as the feeling of the cold tiles threatened to trigger another orgasm.

“Oh?” Zima chuckled as she drew herself into Karna’s snatch. She had held on impregnating her for quite a bite of time, until their current batch of children had been fully nestled with their adoptive parents.

It was time to breed again.

“My womb,” Sarai gasped, “It stings!”

“Oh yeah,” Zima snapped her fingers as Karna’s pussy welcome the whole foot of cock that Zima had. Her tapered glans pressed against her womb and, like every time she had done this, made her cervix slightly indent, “Forgot to tell you that.”

When she drew her cock, it was fully lubed with pussy juices, “That’s the drug going to town on your baby maker.”

“What?” Sarai tried to gasp, but ended up moaning.

“Well, it’s targeting your, ooh shit, ovaries,” Zima slapped Karna’s ass with her hips and stomach, the huge butt that Karna had cushoning her wonderfully, “It’s making them create new ovum. Hard to believe, hmm, right?”

Sarai just moaned.

The virility drug that Zima had injected was having a similar effect on her testicles, forcing it to create hyper-virile sperm cells that were, as she spoke, bloating her prostate. The pressure to orgasm right then and there was incredible to the point that it was almost painful!

“But that does mean your old useless hag ovum are beeeeeeing pushed out!” Zima was FORCED to increase her pace, hammering away at her sister with abandon.

“Can you feel the convulsions?” Zima cried as sperm started to make its way up her urethra, “Can you feel them squirm?”

“I CAN!” Sarai joined Zima, gasping for breath as her womb made her shutter again.

As for Zima? “Aaaauhg, sorry, Karna, I have to CUM!”

“Do it,” Karna gently encouraged her, “Make me another batch, love.”

So Zima clenched her whole body, hoping to quickly fill her unofficial incestual wife.

However, her semen was so laden with sperm and her only the tip of her cock had access to Karna’s womb that she instead injected her ejaculate into her uterus.

Karna hadn’t taken the fertility drought this time, they were eager to see what the virility vial did on it’s own, but this was the time of the month for her.

There was an eager ovum waiting in her womb for Zima.

“Hmm, that’s still good,” Karna pleasantly moaned as her lone ovum was quickly violated by Zima’s hypersperm. It was subsequently fertilized but, unlike normal circumstances…it started to split up.

A lone fertilized ovum turned into two, making twins, and these two turned into four, making quadruplets. The sea of sperm seemed to encourage this multiplication until there were dozens upon dozens of siblings that were almost copies of each other.

However, only a few would be viable long-term; Karna’s womb wouldn’t be able to hold so many at once.

Not that anyone knew that as Zima withdrew her cock from her sister with a lovely “pop”.

“So, as I was saying,” Zima turned around with her cock still moist, “The drug no longer needs any stimulus to kickstart your artificial heat. Do you feel it yet?”

Sarai had stopped making noises, but not because she wasn’t in distress.

Zima could see it in her face, with her absolutely flushed cheeks, her lidded eyes, and the drool coming out of the corner of her lips.

Her hands were inside her pants, digging and her meaty pussy to no avail. This was the second stage of the drug, where it graduated from making her cum to anything…to making her cum only to a proper breeding session.

“Fffffuck me,” she managed to slur as sex took over her mind, “Dooo it.”

“What do you think, Karna?” Zima smiled pleasantly, the sight making her cock start getting hard again, “Do you think she's earned it?”

“I love you, Mom,” Karna straightened and cracked her back, “But you are sort of a failure as a breeder.”

Then Karna took the last of the syringes and injected them into her own balls, “It would be better if I take care of the business of making the next generation all by myself.”

“Now, you,” she pointed at Zima, “Get on the ground.”

“You heard your daughter,” Zima said shrugging as she lay on the ground, “It’s out of my hands.”

The CEO of the company put her hands behind her head as Karna stepped over her body. She was facing away from her, letting Zima see her ass, as she reached down to grab her cock.

And aligned it with hers.

“Fuck, this drug is potent,” Karna moaned as Zima felt her cock pierce her urethra, her barbs sliding deliciously inside of it. She could see the veins bulging in Karna’s huge baby factories, and it made her eager to impregnate them again.

Yet…that was not the plan this time.

“Gonna breed you!” Karna growled as she thrust down, her hands brazing her against the floor as her body fell on top of Zima’s.

“See?” Zima told Sarai, “I can’t stop your daughter now!”

Karna’s glans eventually mushed against the base of Zima’s cock, pinning her to the floor. But the next thrust? When she withdrew and slammed down?

She basically smashed it into Zima’s crotch.

“FUCK!” Zima moaned as Karna anomalistically went to town on her, fucking her barbed cock inside of her urethra as if she wanted to own it.

“Get pregnant, sis,” Karna ordered as she almost dragged Zima around just with their cocks, “Get pregnant!”

Despite cumming, the virility drought was still at work, and was making Zima’s testicles create new sperm cells. However, it was mostly spent by the work it did in her last orgasm.

Karna’s testicles? They had no such problem.

“GET PREGNANT!” Karna snarled she made Karna’s cock go inside of her as much as she could as her fantastically large testicles CLENCHED.

“Ooooh, FUCK!” Zima moaned as a hot heavy liquid went up her urethra just as she was feeling the need to cum.

The deluge of futa cream hit her prostate…and made it open up so that it could continue going back, being slathered in yet more seminal fluid as it went. Zima’s testicles, as worked up as they were, had no chance as the tubes where they would push sperm up from were suddenly bloated with foreign jizz.

All the parts of Zima’s testes that made sperm were instantly bloated, making her testicles expand with semen not her own. Agressive sperm attacked aggressive sperm, each striving to borrow inside the other.

Incestual sperm fertilzed incestual sperm, combining DNA in ways that were never meant to happen.

Karna’s balls shrunk, “Fuck yeah!”

As Zima’s balls grew, “God, this feels sooo good but sooo frustrating!”

This was enough to make her cum.

This should have been enough to make her cum.

But she couldn’t!

Not with this semen coming INTO her balls! Not with her testicles growing twice in size!

“Ah, yes, that’s what I am talking about,” Karna moaned as she finally withdrew from Zima’s cock, and left it dribbing her sperm, “You ok, love?”

“I am, hmmm, fine,” Zima grunted amid sweat as her testicles started to twitch.

“You get used to it after a while,” her sister-wife gently assured her.

“Maybe,” Zima said as she got up, thinking about letting her testicles babies go to term.

But then she saw Sarai, insanity and animalistic drive almost having taken over her.

And an idea occurred to her.

“But how about we try something new,” Zima chuckled.

‘What do you have in mind?” Karna asked.

Zima walked over to her older concubine and touched her face, “Maybe I can make your mother worthy of being bred, after all.”

Sarai whimpered as the touch made her want to cum…except she now couldn’t.

“Open your legs,” Zima ordered her.

Sarai rushed to get in her back, ripping her pants so that Zima could get a good look at her swollen cunt.

“Now,” Zima finally held her as if she were her a lover, “Prepare to have abominations.”

Then she thrust into her.

“Oh,” Sarai moaned as Zima’s barbed dick started making it’s way up.

“Ooooh,” Sarai groaned as Zima’s swollen dick started scraping inside of her.

“OOOOOH,” Sarai orgasmed once Zima’s tapered dick hit her uterus.

That was all it took.

A good dicking.

“This is how I like you,” Zima confessed as she withdrew and slammed her dick into Sarai’s womb.

“HEAVEN!” Sarai’s clicked as an orgasm so close to her last threatened to overwhelm her. But Zima did not care. Point in fact, this was what she was hoping for.

“Yes, with your mind about to break!” Zima’s next thrust came faster and stronger. They pushed at Sarai’s cervix like it always had. Except, this time-

“NO MORE!” Sarai begged as she orgasmed again, even closer to her last orgasm than the last one.

-it was driving Sarai insane.

“One moment is ‘fuck me” and the next ‘stop’?” Zima mocked as her stabbed at Sarai’s uterus again, “Well, which one is it?”

“MORE!” Sarai screamed only to grimace in agony as another orgasm stacked on top of the last one, “No, STOP!”

“Decide!” Zima’s pace only quickened as she started beating her cervix up, making it stretch back with each orgasm-triggering thrust until-

“STOP, no, MORE!” Sarai screeched as her womb was breached and Zima entered it with a victories moan.

“DECIDE!” Zima ordered her, despite knowing that the next thrust would be the last.

Her engorged testicles had taken as much as they could take as she readied to shoot her precious mixed load.

“MOOOOORE!” Sarai screamed so loud that her voice went hoarse, her hands scraping at her head as Zima triggered one last sanity-eroding orgasm when she exited her womb.

And smashed her whole body into her cunt, driving her dick to break into the baby room again as her testicles clenched.

And the abnormal load began its journey out of her reproductive system.

The combined count of Karna’s and Zima’s sperms made her semen come out in chunks, so superloaded with DNA carriers that it was more like porridge than a liquid.

However, they didn’t come separated.

They came as single combined sperm cells that were already fertilized. On their own, they would eventually develop into a their own people, into their own cubs.

But they weren’t alone.

True to Zima’s words, Sarai’s ovaries had pushed out a dozen ovum into her womb. With the fertility drought making them supernaturally fecund, and the virility vial making the combination of sperm cells supernaturally virile, the sperm zygotes still acted like sperm cells.

And sought out the ovum.

The fact that they were bigger than normal sperm cells didn’t matter as they burrowed into the outer layer of the ovum, pushing with virile might.

The milfy ovum endured what they could, just like their owners.

But in the end…the walls gave away.

And the fertilized sperm went in.

Right then and there, the DNA of sister-fertilized sperm joined with the half DNA of Sarai’s ovum, joining and super-fertilizing them in turn.

The zygotes of THREE parents began to divide and divide, developing a new sort of child into the world. One with all the right chromosomes, but gathered in the most twisted way.

And it was all taking place inside the womb of an old lioness.

“Ah, that was fantastic,” Zima purred as she got off Sarai, “NOW you can call me baby mama, heh?...Sarai?”

The whole experience had been more than she could handle, apparently, because her eyes were rolled into her head.

And, augh, blood was leaking from her nose.

“Oops,” Zima said.

“We have a drug that can cure that,” Karna helped her get up, “So mom will be on her feet within the week!”

“Think this is a good enough revenge?” Zima asked.

“I don’t know,” Karna rubbed her chin.

“Maybe we can do a repeat later, just in case?”