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As soon as I had slung the heavy backpack with all my gear across my slender shoulders, I knew that I should've never agreed to the bet that got me here. The tent, pans and all the other caboodle I had stuffed into it clanked with every step and my pack wasn't going to get any lighter any time soon. Only two or three hours of hiking through the middle of a spooky forest.

Stupid bet, I thought and scowled, stupid me. I had been in a discussion, or rather in an argument with my friend Luke. I had told him I wouldn't ever screamor even flinch while watching a horror movie. Turns out I was wrong. Veeery wrong. Luke is the horror film fanatic- not me, definitely not me- and he'd made me watch The Blair Witch Project... and now I'm scarred for life. And since I lost the bet, Luke forced me to join him on a camping trip in the woods nearby. Lovely... Luke can be such an asshole sometimes. I'll hate every second in that forest and he knows it. And he'll take advantage of it, that bastard.

But Ashley also decided to pitch up and now we're a group of three. I wasn't sure if she knew of the bet I had lost- hopefully she didn't- but I was glad she wanted to come. And now here I was, in the woods with a good friend, a wacko, a hefty backpack and certainly no good mood. What could go wrong?

"Pick up the pace, Ben!" Luke shouted from up ahead," I'd like to pitch up a tent in the near future." "Then come over here and carry this backpack for me!" I shouted back and pulled on the straps as if it wasn't tight enough on my back already," What did you put in here actually?" Rocks?!" "Maybe," Luke responded and a foolish grin forced his lips apart," all part of the bet, you know? I just had to make sure you'd never boast that cocky again." Ashley snickered and my face flushed in embarrassment. Luke had told her. Of course.

I rolled my eyes and trudged on, the backpack clanking and clicking with every step. Clink. Clank. Click. Pa-donk. "But setting up the tent all by myself wasn't included in the bet, right?" I asked uncertainly. When Luke didn't respond and instead kept smiling all smugly, I was sure the answer was "wrong!". One day I'd get him back and my revenge would be just as grueling, exhausting and torturous. "Don't worry," Ashley said and gave me a wink," I'll help ya." I gave a sheepish grin. "Thanks."

After a while, Luke pointed at a spot in the middle of the forest, which looked just like every other spot we've passed. He had picked up a stick on the way and was waving it in front of me like a dagger or cane; he looked a bit ridiculous like this. "I think we should set up camp here," he declared," this seems like the perfect place." "What makes this spot so special?" I asked with a frown, but regret having asked immediately when I saw Luke grin maliciously again. "It's pretty much in the middle of the forest, meaning that if anyone of us should randomly decide to chicken out- which somehow seems very likely- there isn't really anywhere to go, meaning that we'll have to stay together, whether you like it or not," he said in one breath and snickered. At that point I was pretty sure that he'd constantly try to scare me. Actually, I was certain.

Ashley poked me in the ribs and I flinched slightly. "Come on," she said and strolled past me towards the 'camp site'," let's set up the tent and eat something. I'm hungry." I nodded and followed her, dropping my backpack in relief when she stopped. Rubbing across my sore shoulders and shooting Luke a venomous glare, I opened the pack's zipper and took the tent parts out of it, dropping it onto the grass. I glanced into the backpack and saw something small, fuzzy and yellow that I certainly didn't put in my bag. With a frown, I pulled it into daylight, but stuffed it back into the depths of my backpack, flushing.

It was a Nala plushie from the Lion King. I don't remember where I got it, but I LOVED that plush back as a kid. Problem is that if you have a plush from the time that you can drool and vomit, it tends to appear a little... used after the first few months. And now years have passed ever since then and it certainly was showing. The little plushie's fur was frizzled as if the poor thing had been zapped and a few patches were missing around the muzzle and on the body. There were some stains on it of who-the-hell-knows-what splattered across the rest. Sticking to one of the stains was a note and I retched in disgust.

<i>Remember how this had to be everywhere you went when you were little? I thought you'd still need it on your trip. Catherine. </i> "Oh eww gross," Ashley mumbled while staring over my shoulder at the plush," what's that?" "It's a plush I used to... well, I wanted a Simba plush as a kid from one of those crane games and my sister tried to get one for me, but got this Nala one instead. She said 'better than nothing' and I kept it. Well, now she snuck into my backpack." My eyes began to water and I rubbed them in annoyance. "No need to get emotional," Ashley joked," it's just a plush." I waved my hand dismissively at her. "You know that it's just my hay fever," I said and blinked a few times," Let's get onto it, then."

//

After about an hour of hard work and concentration and a few "I-thought-you-put-it-in-the-bag!"-moments, we're done and the red tent was set up nicely in-between the trees. The sun was about to disappear behind the horizon completely and the sky was wrapped into a darker cloak. Luke had started a fire in the meantime and was roasting a handful of sausages over the open flame. The fire hissed when droplets of fat drizzled into it.

My nose was running and I wiped it on my sleeve. This was another reason why I didn't want to pitch up, pun intended. My hay fever was always acting up in a forest. There were just too much pollen in the air and it would only take me a few minutes and I'd look like I have a cold. And I was supposed to spend my weekend like this!

We sat down around the campfire and Luke handed a sausage to each one of us. Hungrily we began to eat and I eyed Luke carefully- he was grinning and I knew that it was no good grin. He was up to something. "Did you know," he said slowly whilst staring into the flames, which gave his face a golden-orange touch," that this forest is cursed too?" Ashley chuckled and I rolled my eyes.

"Knock it off, Luke," I muttered," you're just trying to scare us- particularly me." "No, no way," Luke claimed and his grin widened," I'm dead serious! There were rumors that there's a witch or monster lurking in the forest and it strikes at nightfall-" "Shut up," I said and punched his shoulder," I think you're letting your imagination carry you away, man."

Luke stayed unusually silent and kept staring into the fire. Ashley and I kept eating in silence and I glanced at her occasionally. Seemingly she was just as much no fan of this entire supernatural ruckus Luke was conjuring. After a moment, he scrounged through his pockets and fished a piece of paper out of his right pocket. He cleared his throat. "Apparently you can communicate with the monster, but only if you make a small sacrifice," he asserts and grins again. I get goose bumps, even though I know that Luke is only mocking me. There is no monster in these woods! But gosh, Luke tried very hard to give me the creeps. And he succeeded, much to my dismay.

He unfolded the paper and showed it to me. It had our names written onto it neatly. Luke. Ashley. Ben. "What's that for?" Ashley asked and raised a brow. With a wide grin, Luke tossed the paper into the flames. In seconds, it curled up and turned black. The wood crackled a second afterwards, making me flinch in surprise. "It's the sacrifice," Luke said," now it knows that we're here and that we are willing to see it." I shuddered. "I'm not willingly throwing my name into the fire for this shit," I lamented and sighed. "Be careful; it hears your every words and it wouldn't like to hear that you cheated with your sacrifice here."

I roll my eyes and stand up. "Luke, just... cut it out," I said, trying to sound determined and unaffected by his horror stories," I'm not buying your cheap attempts to scare me." I trotted to the backpack and wanted to pull my toothbrush out of it. Instead I found a wooden figurine, bearing a strong familiarity with the ones from the Blair Witch Project.

"Bwah!" Luke screams from behind me and I jump, falling into my side with a scream. "Jesus, Luke!" I scream," you scared the crap out of me!" My friend was laughing and picked up the wooden figurine. "Ahahaha! Totally worth it," he muttered beneath the gasps for air," you should've seen the look on your face." I grumbled a few swear words beneath my breath and got back up, took my toothbrush angrily out of the pack and stormed off. "Oh. My. God," Luke muttered and pulled the Nala plushie out of my backpack," is this... are you...?" he stammered while trying to hold in his laughter.

"Damn it, Luke!" I cried out and yanked the plushie from his hands," my sister put it in the bag. I don't like this thing anymore!" Angrily I marched towards the campfire and threw the plush into the flames. I glared at it and tried to put on an even angrier face, but as soon as those black plastic eyes began to melt, a felt a stab in my heart. For a moment I thought to hear the plush call out to me, burning and dying in the flames. <i>Ben! I thought we had bonded! Why are you doing this?</i> I looked away and walked back to my backpack, the fire crackling behind me while devouring the plush. Sorry!

//

When I snuck into the tent, I still couldn't get over it. Luke had used the cheapest methods to almost scare me to death. And the worst thing is, he actually succeeded! I slipped into my sleeping bag and sighed. That surely wasn't everything he had in stock for me. The way I knew him, he was still waiting for the grand finale. The biggest prank of them all.

Shifting onto my side, I tried to fall asleep. Gosh, I was freezing! I hated camping. Already on the first day, everything stinks of smoke and sweat, there is nowhere to shower and the nights are always bitterly cold. Always. I groaned and clutched tightly onto the sleeping bag. My eyes were red, swollen and itchy and all I wanted was some rest. After a few painfully boring minutes, aside from the occasional sneezer here and there, I managed to fall asleep.

That night a had a nightmare. I dreamt that I was running, no, fleeing through the forest. Something was pursuing me, close on my heels; I could hear the buzzing and beating of thousands of tiny wings drumming through the air.

BZZZZZZZ!

I threw a quick glance over my shoulder and saw a huge swarm of wasps racing through the air. "You threw me into the flames!" A voice shouted and I somehow knew that it was the plush talking to me," here comes my revenge!" Then my foot got caught on a root and I fell. I rolled onto my back. "HEEELP! AAAH!" I screamed as the hornets rushed towards me to. Just as they were about to engulf me, I woke up with a jerk, a scream still stuck in my throat.

"Ouch! What the hell, Ben?!" Ashley hissed at me. Apparently I must've slapped her in my sleep or something. She rubbed her cheek and rolled onto her side with a growl. Great, my chances of going out with her just shockfrosted.

I rubbed my eyes and yawned. Luke and Ashley were still asleep. Well, Ashley was half-awake now, thanks to me. <i>Well, maybe I could make myself useful and prepare some sort of breakfast,</i> I figured and silently crept out of my sleeping bag. Silent in the sense of

CRRRR. "Ouch!" "Sorry, Ashley, just tryin' to-" bzzzzzp.

With a scowl to myself, I crept out of the tent and stretched myself. My back cracked and my joints tingled slightly. I was still wearing my clothes from yesterday and they already smelled of sweat and smoke, just like I had predicted. I hadn't brought a lot of extra clothes, but maybe I could put on a new shirt at least.

Rubbing across my eyes, which were still a bit sore due to my lovely hay fever, I walked towards my backpack. Sleepily I unzipped it and unreached inside, when suddenly a stabbing pain erupted in my fingers. "EEEK!" I recoiled and fell back. A few wasps buzzed out of my pack and I stared at my hand in pain. Those damn insects had stung me! "What the actual hell?" I muttered and moved away from my bag. I HATED wasps, especially after my little nightmare. How did they get inside?

Then I felt anger boil up inside me. Luke knew that I hated wasps. That bastard must've put a nest in my backpack while I was sleeping. "Luke?" I shouted," LUKE!" I heard him groan inside the tent and after a few minutes, he opened it and stuck his head outside.

"Why the hell... is there a nest of wasps in my backpack?!" I asked infuriated. Luke gave me a puzzled look before he started to snicker. "What?" he muttered and grinned. "There is a bloody nest of hornets in my backpack!" I half-said half-screamed and held up my stung hand. He suppressed a laughter. "I don't know," he said," but wow. Hehe, how did that happen?"

I rolled my eyes and stormed off angrily. Luke was having his fun; and he wasn't even going to admit that he planted that wasp nest inside my bag! He went too far that time. Only then I began pulling the stingers out of my hand and winced in pain. I knew there was a stream nearby and cooling my hand in the icy cold water might not be such a bad idea.

After maybe a minute of walking I reached the stream and kneeled down in front of it. The water was in fact freezing, but I held my stung hand inside it nonetheless and massaged the injuries slowly. Luke would pay for this! First he forces me into the creepy forest, which automatically makes my hay fever go crazy and then he pulls these pranks on me. Wasps! He placed a nest of wasps in my bag!

I heard footsteps behind me. "Go away," I growled and had my back turned on the person," go away and bother someone else." I sighed and sneezed. Rubbing across my nose, I cursed my damn hay fever and that person behind me. No matter if it was Luke or Ashley, I seriously didn't want to see anyone at the moment. I was furious! I needed to blow off some steam.

But the person still approached me; I could hear the footsteps crunching heavily onto the dry leaves. Then I heard the person breathe out slowly right beside my ear. It sounded like a weak moan, as if it was the last breath of a dying woman. I spun around in surprise and cried out.

I was completely by myself, completely alone. <i> What the actual hell?!</i> Almost immediately I jumped up and looked around. Somewhere in the distance I heard a branch snap. My insides went cold and my stomach churned. Whose ghastly moan did I just hear?

"Guys? Hello!? GUYS!" I screamed and bolted, sprinting back to the camp in terror. For a moment I thought I was back in my nightmare, imagining to hear the buzzing of a swarm of wasps right on my neck. I glanced behind me and saw a gust of wind rush across the ground, throwing a storm of leaves up into the air. Was there... was someone standing there watching-

TREE!

<i>Smack!</i> Dazed, I fell to the floor and passed out.

//

Birds were chirping peacefully when I suddenly got feeling back in my limbs. I breathed in the fresh air and groaned. My body was wet and cold; I was shivering. Slowly I blinked and saw trees covering the sky. "...Ashley? Luke?" I mumbled and tried to raise my head, but dropped back into the dirt when a headache pulsated through my forehead. I rubbed it gently. Oh right, I had run blindly into a tree. Oh joy. With a groan and a lot of effort, I sat up and looked around.

Where was I? Sure, I had heroically fled when I imagined that someone behind me, but I remembered quite clearly that I had hurled myself against a tree. Or at least something very, very solid. But around me were only thin trees, if there were any at all. I was still in the forest, but the thicker trees were someplace else, definitely not here.

Indeed, where the hell was I? I scratched my back and looked at my hand. It was covered in cold mud. Had someone dragged me here? But who? If that tree had really knocked me out and the others had found me, why wasn't I at the campsite? Slowly I stood up, trying to wipe the cold mud off my fingers, but instead leaving black spots beneath my fingernails.

"Luke?! Ashley!" I shouted," Where are you?! Where am I?!" I held my breath, hoping to hear a reply, but the forest shouted silence back at me. <i> Ok,</i> I thought and tried to get the thick layer of mud off my jeans,<i> either this is some really sick prank... or I have a serious problem.</i> I looked down at my feet and saw something blackish yellowish between them. It too was covered in mud, but mostly it had big burn marks. I reached down and picked it up.

"Bloody hell," I mumbled. It was my Nala plush, severly burnt and soaked in mud. The note was still there, but the words were different. What it read was:

You burnt me, scarred my body Now forever you shall be mine and make me all happy and jolly once again like in good old times

My hand jerked in a quick move and I threw the plush away in fear. If Luke was trying to scare- no traumatize me, he was most certainly pushing the right buttons. And that meant that he was going too far. "Luke! Luke?!" I shouted," Stop it now! You've had your fun!" The forest stayed deathly silent. Where were they? A shiver ran down my spine. I had to go look for them. Either way, if it was a prank, they'd be nearby and pop out of the bushes eventually. If not, then I'd have to find them fast. I didn't want to find out how I got here and why my plush had that creepy note sticking to it. I just wanted to go home.

I spent the next half an hour screaming and searching, but I didn't even find a trace. There weren't even footprints in the muddy ground, except for the occasional deer print. My feet were sore and heavy and I leaned against a tree to rest. Where was everyone else. My nose was running- thanks hay fever- my head still hurt and I was starting to panic. With a sigh, I tried to walk another step, when my foot refused to move and I fell.

"Ouch," I hissed when I had planted my face into the dirt. Now my entire shirt was covered in mud, soaked and wet. Glancing down at my foot, I saw that it was covered entirely in mud too. Hell, even my jeans was covered in it. A thick layer, unlike on my shirt. With a sigh, I tried to get it off, but it only stuck to my hands instead. Groaning, I stood back up, my foot still stuck. Had it frozen to death or something? I screamed for help again, but my voice faltered. It was hoarse and my throat felt as if I had swallowed a whetstone.

Forced to limp, I continued to trudge through the woods, occasionally calling Ashley's or Luke's name when my vocal chords allowed it. I couldn't even feel my foot anymore and if it was severely injured, Luke was in deep trouble! My hands were starting to go numb too, similar to my foot and I rubbed them with a sigh. They made a squelching sound and I screeched.

The mud that had stuck to them was extremely sticky, but not just that. It seemed gooey or tacky in a way and had it become more over time? I frowned and tried to get it off and rubbed the mass across my jeans. I managed to get a stain across my pant leg, but nothing else. What was this stuff? Because it wasn't ordinary mud, that was sure.

"Luke?! Ashley?! Help! Anyone, please! PLEASE! HEEELP!" I screamed at the top of my lungs and slinked forward," HELP! I'M LOST! PLEASE!" I heard footsteps behind me, crunching loudly onto the leaves and I spun around, my hopes climbing up for a short moment. Once again, I was alone. "Hello?" I whispered, but a chill ran down my spine when I got no reply. In a wave of panic, I rushed forward, but fell when I found my right entire leg paralyzed!

"Oh no..." The entire leg was covered in this tacky mud stuff and I had lost all control over it. I crawled across the ground in terror. That damn mud had spread all the way up from my shoe to my waist! And I couldn't move it anymore! "HELP! SOMEBODY ANYBODY! PLEASE HELP ME!" I screamed again and whimpered. Suddenly I could hear something crack and no, it was no branch. It was my leg. My mouth wide open in fear, I glared down at it, seeing the mud begin to change.

My leg was trembling and I head another few cracks from my foot, but surprisingly I felt no pain. But what I saw horrified me even more. The mud around my shoe was no mud. Actually there was no mud anymore, but instead a big... paw! A PAW! I gasped for air and tried to wiggle my toes, but they didn't move. I could very well feel the paw though. This was my foot now. A paw, a damn paw had grown over my foot and show and I had no control over it whatsoever! "HELP!" I screamed and punched my hand frustrated into the dirt. My leg cracked and popped again and I didn't dare to look at it.

I tried to stand back up, but I had lost control over both my legs. I threw a short glance over my shoulder and began to cry. My entire right leg was covered in thick, yellow fur, actual golden FUR, and it was limp. Something told me that it had died off. My left leg was covered in the goo now too and it had begun to change. I could hear it crackling sickly. I could even see claws pushing their way out of the blobs of mud where my toes used to be and it made me sick. Then the mud began to speckle with hairs, becoming denser until it was fur unmistakably. Both of my legs were now completely motionless and covered in fur. Happy days!

I began to crawl forward, desperately calling for help. Suddenly I noticed that my legs began to twitch. Yes, they began to move and I cried out in relief. They might have not been human anymore, but at least I could move them. Or at least that's what I thought at first. But instead they just began to move as if they had a mind on their own.

They tripped clumsily over their own paws and I cried out in panic. My rear actually had a mind of its own! I felt something cold latch onto my back. "NO!" I screamed and knew that the mud or goo or whatever the hell it was was spreading across my back. I glanced over my shoulder and saw something else on my rear. A long, golden tail with a tassel at the end made of flesh and bone. I sobbed when I could feel every muscle inside it sway from side to side. My hand reached out to touch my rear and it still felt as if it was part of my body. But I couldn't control it!

My legs- even though they weren't really MINE because I couldn't control them anymore, so... The legs were now stemming their paws into the ground, trying to prevent me from moving. I could feel the muscles inside it build up as the legs dug the paws deeper into the ground. "No!" I cried out and tried to claw myself forward. I whimpered when I saw claws digging themselves through the mud on my hands too. Inside the mud I could feel my fingers shrink and adapt. In a matter of seconds the fur rose through the mud and before I knew it I had a set of paws beyond my control. I raised my arm and looked at my limp paw. It had rough pads on my used-to-be palms and they slowly began to twitch.

The gooey mud slowly spread up my arms, quickly covered in fur along the way. When I lost control of my arms, I slumped to the ground, my arms spread apart, popping and cracking.

Nonetheless, I still crawled forward, forced to maneuver myself with my shoulders-a miracle that worked- crying for help. The legs were pushing against my movement with all their might and they actually began to pull my backwards until I landed on my back, soaking myself even more in mud. "Help!" I screamed when my entire back was covered in this goo, which was spreading at a frightening rate across my chest and belly.

My body was trembling when my torso began to change, cracking and popping. The fur spread over the mud and over my shirt and my body had turned into that of a... a lion from the neck down! Suddenly a memory skipped through my head.

You burnt me, scarred my body Now forever you shall be mine and make me all happy and jolly once again like in good old times

"Oh no. Oh god no!" I muttered. If that little line meant what I thought it did... Was I... I shuddered and looked down at my crotch, but my bulky, hairy body was making this simple task overly challenging. But before I could glance at my private parts, the mud traveled up my neck. Then in the distance I could hear a voice.

"Ben!" Ashley shouted from afar. I cried out in joy. "I'm here!" I tried to shout, but my voice was too hoarse and raspy that I barely made a squeak. "Where is he, Luke?" "I don't know." "I'm here... Please!" I whispered with a hoarse voice. I couldn't even scream! The goo was about to cover my head. "Oh no! Oh no!" I mumbled as the goo crawled over my chin. Terror befell me and I could feel the freezing cold mud surge across the back of my head. Then I could see them.

Ashley and Luke had they back turned to me; they were just looking into the wrong direction! I tried to scream at the top of my lungs, but all I managed were a few hoarse croaks. But then I could see something else. A figure strode past me, the skin pale as chalk and covered in dirt, mud and old leaves. Ashley spun around and I could see her scream out in terror when the being approached my friends. Then my vision was cut off when the goo spread across my eyes.

"No!" I screamed, my voice still raspy and almost gone. Terrifying enough, I could hear the pitch become higher," No! NO! NOOOOmph..." My screams were cuts short when the mud slipped across my mouth.

I feared that I'd choke to death. The goo had sealed and I couldn't breathe and even if I could, I had lost all control over my body! Then I lost all feeling in my head, as if I just... deteriorated. I couldn't even scream anymore as if my mouth had molten away. I could feel the feline part of my body, my torso, tail, paws, but my head was a mess. It could only have been a featureless blob attached to the body of a lion. I couldn't see! I couldn't smell! Hell, I couldn't even breathe. Was my mouth still there? I couldn't even feel something with a tongue. What was I?! It was like nothing was there!

For a moment I doubted my existence, but then suddenly- air! Air rushed into my lungs and I celebrated internally. I would live! Surprisingly I drew a huge amount of comfort when I could feel a tongue. That meant that I had a mouth too! A prickling sensation rushed over my head; was fur sprouting on it? My sense of hearing returned and I even groaned when big, furred ears grew on top of my head. My neck seemed to lengthen and I could feel the fur spread across it too. Then there was a nose and I was able to smell dirt and grass. I didn't even know that grass could smell this intense. But when my body blinked, everything fell apart.

At first I thought that I was dreaming, because the ground- the dry dirt that I saw- appeared surreal. I could feel the heat stinging my fur and burning my paw pads! <i> Get out of this heat!</i> I thought, but my body didn't respond. Instead the feline thing stretched itself and flexed its claws. It began to look around.

My heart splintered into pieces. There was no forest anymore. I was in a Savannah, tall, yellow grass covering the ground as far as the eye could see. And it all appeared so unreal, cartoonish almost. What if...

Then my body began to move towards a nearby pond. It kneeled down in front of the water and began to drink. When I saw my reflection, my mind screamed out in panic. Eyes piercing blue stared back at me and... were they smirking? The lioness began to grin as she dipped her snout into the cool water. I had become Nala from The Lion King. The way everything appeared so... drawn, it was a dead giveaway. And her face. No, my face! It was me, I was trapped inside her body! No, she had stolen mine, she had infested mine and she was female and I-

Now forever you shall be mine

"Hey!" I heard someone call out and Nala spun around and began to smile. "Simba!" she responded and ran up to him. Hell, it even was NALA'S voice. I didn't know how to feel. I was shocked, terrified and MAYBE A LITTLE INSANE, but at the same time I was astonished. I was in a cartoon, in my favourite one even.

"I missed you," Simba muttered and nuzzled Nala, licking my cheek. <i> Oh GOD!</I> The saliva stuck to my cheek and I wanted to throw up in disgust, but instead my body chuckled. Simba rubbed his head against Nala's," where were you?"

Simba looked directly at me. "You look like you've just been through hell." Nala shook her head around. "You could say that," she said and nuzzled him again," I really missed you. I missed your love." Simba huffed and we, no NALA was walking aside him. "I missed your love too," he said and rubbed his head against my head. No, it's Nala's head, it's not me, this is not me. What am I thinking? Nala giggled. "You play rough," she whispered and chuckled again and eyed Simba suspiciously. My insides went cold. I didn't want to be here! I didn't want to witness this! Simba plays rough, I know that! I know that he does, I don't need Her to say. Nala looked at Simba again, who was grinning sheepishly. He plays rough everytime and I-

Stop! What was I thinking? Was I going insane? "Hm, you want me to..." Simba's voice trailed off and my cheeks blushed. No, it's Nala! Nala is not me and I am not her, why am I... My tail flicked when I nodded. "I love you, Simba!" the words stumbled out of my mouth and my mind screamed in panic when Simba walked up behind me slowly. This isn't me, oh God, Simba always plays rough and I... I.. oh well, he surely is a good guy but I can't let him! I am human! I am... Simba's friend who.... Simba loves me and.... I love him.

Then he mounted me.