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Crown Jewels

Written by PariahLycan

Featuring characters by Furnatic

Nyumba ya wawindaji existed far before drawn maps and eyes from space robbed the desert of its mystery, and even upon that fateful day, no one knew how they had found it. The lions of the village were not simple, but they lacked comfort, and theirs was as peaceful a life as one could have when trying to hack life from the unyielding sand. Water had to be gathered from the river, Kudu had to be hunted, and stockpiles had to be made for the next great storm. They had no time for diplomacy, no time for trade, the villagers barely had time to tend to their young. Everyone had a job, and those young enough were either set free to watch and learn or yanked along into work themselves. Though, in all the bustle of survival, not everyone could be watched so well. The childish and irresponsible could easily slip away from sight.

As such, Nadira and Sephii once knew nothing but freedom. Their parents rose with the sun and fell into their tents with the moon, and throughout it all the two cubs were able to slip away from their responsibilities. Even from their youth, the two were amber gems that caught the light. The girls were svelte, soft, and gorgeous, and each year only hinted more at the goddesses they would eventually grow up to be. The village knew that, and permitted them more leniency than perhaps they deserved. Their proud mothers would show them off, their fathers would beam with pride, and many of the elders let crafty ideas begin to form. Many chieftains would will away their lives for a taste of these unopened lotus buds. Perhaps these two could be brought to one of the cities of the gods, married away to kings who would bring them all from the dunes and into the streets of gemstones and gold. Some even tittered about thoughts of a sacrifice far away from the fire.

With no gentle, guiding hand to pull them back into place, the two were quick to consider themselves the queens of the desert. Even as they neared the age of lioness, they were still very much children, lost in their own little worlds. The rain rarely came, but when the storms arose and the village scrambled to collect water, the two stole away to play in the wet sand, building palaces for them to command. Nadira loved to draw moats in the sand for the townspeople to play in, and she revelled in giving little speeches to her subjects of plenty and joy. Sephii preferred to stand up tall over the kingdom and roar, demanding gifts be laid before her and sending armies to conquer the world. Sometimes, the feisty cub would get a bit too insistent, stomping around and trampling some of Nadira's little houses or stepping on all the parades she was imagining. As always, Nadira would start to sniffle and cry, and Sephii would huff for a bit with arms crossed, hanging on the edge of a defiant tantrum, before wrapping her arms around her beloved friend apologetically and riding out the tears together. Nadira, sensitive as she was, was far too sweet to crumble before a slight, and when the two would get too wet and cold, the two would huddle together under a pelt for warmth. The two cubs were close enough that even those in the tribe sometimes forgot they were not related. To them, they were sisters, and wherever one would go, the other would follow.

They did not know who survived, whether their village still stood or whether it smoldered over the hills, soon to be buried in a sandstorm. The two hadn't even seen what had happened, but they heard the screams in their home tongue as they were dragged through the sand. Even with their faces covered by sackcloth and their wrists bound, the two still could sense the other was near. Nadira sobbed the entire time, limply draped over the back of the raider's camel. For many miles, Sephii tried to tear away from her binds to reach her beloved friend, screeching and hissing until she was silenced with a firm clap to the back of her head.

The wolves clearly had experience in their craft. Neither girl knew how many there were, but by the sounds of sobbing, breathing, coughing, and begging in mixed tongues growing around them with every day, the two knew that they were not the only village to end up raped by the band. Only through their shared whimpers and whispers did the two even know they were still together. With no food and little water splashed onto their sackcloth masks to lap up pitifully, the two were barely alive by the end of their journey.

Sudden as birth, their masks were ripped off, they were splashed in water and then scented oil, and the two were thrust onto a stage beside each other. Still blinded by the light, Nadira was easily forced onto her knees as Sephii was dragged to the front by a well-dressed, flamboyantly crooning wolf. It took many moments for the young lioness to see all their eyes focused on her, rolling over her body with a myriad of ideas, interests, and desires. The auctioneer barely had time to bark out a starting bid offer before they started rolling in, the bid rising even as he continued to sing the pretty kitten's praises.

Like the petulant feline she was, Sephii couldn't help herself, and as a large paw lifted her muzzle to show off her pretty face, she sank her fangs deep into his fingers. A snarl, and the wolf cracked her across the face again as the crowd erupted in a mix of jeering and yelling at him damaging the goods. Sephii hung, dazed and starting to bleed, as she was lifted back up by the auctioneer as he tried to make a call to order.

Nadira started to cry again, until she felt her guard's grip loosen as he prepared to calm the riled crowd. A moment came, a moment that the soft child could have regretted for the rest of her life were she not so devoted to her friend. Were she not so filled with love. A tug on her binds while her guard was distracted let her wrists fall free, and she charged forward. Not through the crowd to run and hide, but to her "sister's" side. Quickly draping her cuffed arms around Sephii's shoulders, she yanked the fellow lioness out of the wolf's grip, screaming in her tribe's tongue and trying to bite at ever parge paw that neared them. The crowd only got rowdier, laughing at the feral children and the large wolves trying to contain them. The auctioneer was far from patient by now, and pulled forth a blackjack from his robes with a snarl. Raising it over his head, his fangs curled as he readied himself to possibly break one of his goods for sale.

A dusty screech rang out over the clamor, bidding all voices stop and turn. When the sound settled, the voice repeated itself, a slight wheeze in the gurgling speech. An offer for both girls, more than the wolves would have asked for each combined. The crowd parted, and the two's eyes followed the path to their new owner.

A jackal, hunched over and grimy, smirk missing a tooth or two and fur patchy. At first glance, many would dismiss him as a beggar, but the fistful of gold in his paw made the slavers' eyes gleam. He'd clearly been saving up for something special, and by the way his pupils dilated as they rolled over the pair of little cubs, he had got his wish. Even as both of their hearts filled with fear, Nadira did not let go, and Sephii's tail linked to her friend's. At least they'd be together.

So began the countless seasons to follow, as the weather flitted between deathly, empty heat and stifling rain. The pair worked the fields, despite lacking the strength to haul bundles of cotton or hack at weeds. Their tiny paws would scrape and bleed as they tried in vain to meet his demands, and their backs would welt and sting as they endured the bite of a quick whip for each failure. The work was never fully done, but it seemed the jackal cared more about getting the two to try and work than what the work brought him. How he had managed to save up for them they did not know, perhaps he was not even real and merely a demon of torment. The two were grateful that aside from cruel glances and brutish words, they were still untouched. Not for lack of will, they often saw a hunger in his eyes, a frustration. Far away from the jackal's ears, Sephii liked to joke that his last attempt at romance ended with a hoof between his legs and knocked his manhood back inside his body. What he lacked in performance, he made up for in cruelty. The two had to beg for basic necessities, often worked in the hot sun in tattered rags or with no protection at all, and were worked longer per day than criminals in chains. Scraps of gristle leftover from the butcher, grown slightly fetid during the ride back from town, and bits of feed for the beasts of burden were what the pair were weaned on. The two only learned pieces of the common tongue from the cackled jeers and demands.

For years this was their lives, and even with their hard life and pathetic upbringing, their elders' predictions came true. Master certainly noticed, and he took great pleasure in watching the two as they grew, as they had to kneel down more and more to reach the cotton, and what started to sway and hang as they did so. Every day they saw that growing burn in his eyes, a poorly repressed desire starting to collect in his soul. Perhaps it was self control, forcing himself to not break his toys, at least not too quickly. Even still, their punishments and tortures only increased until the two finally became lionesses, strong and beautiful with golden pelts not even dulled by what their lives could offer.

So cruel was their treatment and so great was their fear that they'd rejoiced when visitors arrived, and they heard words such as "collect" and "purchase" from them, along with the angry cries from their owner. Perhaps this time would be better, they may end up in a better home? Such hopes were shaken, however, as they were raucously called forth and their eyes turned upward to meet those of their new owners. Hyenas, great and broad with garments that caught the light and hurt their eyes, robes of some color between the sky and blood. There was little discussion they could understand, though the two knew better than to fight back as they were pulled from their "home" of the last 6 years. The hyenas were firm, but carried the lionesses with more care than the wolves had years ago. Ripe fruit easily bruised, after all. Behind them, the two heard their master's voice barking and whining, likely demanding more gold for his prized girls. However, just as they were placed on a camel together and led away, they heard his voice cut off and go silent, followed by a soft flump. Sephii smirked into Nadira's shoulder, hugging her beloved around her waist as the latter started to cry again. Still together.

The two had hoped to find themselves in a comfortable manor, or caring for an emperor's children. What they did not expect was to be roughly pushed into a sticky, cloying brothel, watching in horror around them as other pretty girls were given up large, brutish males in every way, no matter how crude, no matter how painful. The two would not share this fate, they were beautiful enough to make for more expensive meat, but they had to be trained. Sagging madams and broken whores forced the girls for weeks to learn all they would need to service their new master. How to follow commands, how to look demure when awaiting an order...how to service hyenas. Their captors had became their clients, and while the males made sure to leave the lotus buds unbroken, they could not refuse pushing the pretty young lionesses onto their knees and demanding service. Nadira accepted her fate with pitiful little whimpers, and learned quickly how best to relax her throat to make room for thick hyenas flesh, how nursing their aching, pent up orbs could make them moan, and how to whimper and moan in the way to lie and tell them she loved it.

Sephii, however, would not be denied her dignity, and earned herself a cruel lesson when she refused her first hyena and slashed at him with her claws as he tried to force himself into her mouth. Had she been one of the brothel's cattle, she'd have been ripped asunder and left to the crows. But her price would be halved if the slightest blemish appeared on that pretty face...so the hyena had to be more careful in how he brutalized her. Nadira sat there on her knees, a guard's paw gripping her shoulder. It didn't matter, the girl was too scared to speak and already too well-trained to lash out and fight. She merely watched as her one friend was forced down to the floor and given her first taste of the royal species, her soft folds untouched and perfect as the male forced himself upon her other virgin passage. His spear tore between the wailing girl's perfect cheeks, one paw nearly ripping off her tail to keep it out of the way of his body flashing in and out of her and lubed up only enough for his own pleasure.

As tears streamed down both girls' faces, that cold finally set in. It was in this moment that the two were taught a lesson they would carry for the rest of their lives. They belonged to hyenas. They were the toys of hyenas. They would be used by hyenas.

When at last he had finished, he threw her aside for Nadira to tend to. No words were needed, and soon the two were alone, sniffles and sobs filling the air. Nadira swallowed it all back, tending to her, being strong for once.

It was in that evening that the two uncovered something else, as Nadira's tongue licked away the red in her dearest friend's sandy fur of her tail. Her ears perked, hearing a little sound like the ones the hyenas told the two to make. But by the way Sephii was blushing, this one was not a show. Nadira's tongue did not stop even after her wounds were tended to, and soon that tongue was tending to a deeper wound they both had endured for too long. Between her legs, Nadira gifted Sephii her first dose of love, and used her new skills to deliver more than pleasure.

In the weeks that followed, the two were educated to the point of mastery, with plenty of study shared between the two huddled away in the night. A snap of the fingers bid them stand, a wave bid them come, and a grunt or a chuff bid them sink to their knees. Soon, it was time for them to be carried away once again, this time bundled into soft, silky robes, the type of which they'd never felt before. The sensation was lost upon them, as was the comfort in which they were treated. All that mattered was Nadira's paw in Sephii's. There was still a glimmer of hope left in their hearts as they made the travel, even when night fell and they were passed between tents. In all this time, the two had gained enough fluency in the hyenas' tongue to pick up on conversation, and learn their heading. While in the brothel, the two had already been purchased, and were on their way to their new home in the city of Sais. to whom, they didn't know. Still, they could not shake the pang of fear they felt at the first sight of stone peering out over the horizon, growing taller before them with every step. They wouldn't be alone, at least.

Meredith, meanwhile, had rarely been alone her entire life. Since her birth, she was fawned over and treasured, though less like a daughter to the royal family and more like a prize taken in war. Always dressed in silk, always with hair styled, anointed with oils to make her fur shine like the first dew on the morning lotus. She had been gifted immense beauty of her own, and once was the jewel of the kingdom. Her family had such plans for

Now, fully grown, she had grown into what she'd always hoped to become. Her two brothers were warriors and statesmen, her two sisters were ladies of high society, in line to be married off to lives of luxury many nights away. And her? The final child, the youngest of the royal hyenas?

She was herself, and only herself. No one else's. The perfect product of her upbringing, she was content to savor the spoils of her lifestyle but follow none of the responsibility. Brush off any male suitor, ignore any role in the government, spend most of her nights with one of her pet projects chained to her bed. While no one tried to stop her, this was not enough. Her little acts of will and defiance, sadly, were little more than petulance. What the girl craved was not just control, but dominance. A husband would not suit her, she wanted a plaything. Something that would not dare try to speak back, try to nip at her heels. Something that would never have a chance to step into the spotlight, stand beside her or above her. A toy that would submit to her and service every desire her luxurious body could demand...

In fact, why not have two?

Her inquiries led her to rumors of these two priceless tribal gems, plucked from the desert, and with a snap of her fingers, it was done. When at last the messenger arrived with the news of her purchase's arrival, she did not rise from her chambers, or attempt to cover her naked form as she awaited her treats.

Saphii and Nadira were rushed in, not given a chance to gaze in awe at the city and all it's luxury. The columns of white stone, streets cobbled in stone, no dune of sand in sight, all of these flashed before their eyes as they were directed to their new home. By the way they passed rows of guards with each step, the two felt a sinking feeling that their dreams were not quite coming true. This was a palace, but they were kept instead as prisoners.

When at long last the doors to the royal daughter's chambers opened, and the two servants were thrust inside, Nadira and Sephii made sure to dip their heads in respect, honoring their new lord and ki-

When their eyes lifted and they dared gaze at their master, both girls were rather surprised to see a female on the bed, stretched out more openly and with less shame than any whore of the brothel. They thought perhaps that she was another concubine, but the tone in which the hyena bid them approach made their situation abundantly clear. They were silent, letting their mistress gaze upon them, hoping for her approval.

Stretching the two out upon her bed, Meredith sat up and savored their forms, caressing their svelte bodies with a tender paw. Her eyes gleamed as they rolled over their shapely hips, perfect breasts, and untarnished pelts. How they had been merely plucked from a desert was beyond the hyena, but it pleased her to see the slight spark of fear in their eyes. They were already broken, good.

Her paws found their way between the lionesses legs, her touch velvet soft as she stroked and played with the pair of virgins. They followed their training, whimpering and gasping for her, though it was clear the two did not have to work hard to fake their pleasure, especially as she traced the lines of their femininity so tenderly, so lovingly.

A sudden curl of her wrists sunk her fingers into each soft girl, and with an extra thrust, she shattered the glass roses that had plagued her slaves for far too long. Their screams of shock and pain were sweet on Meredith's tongue as she watched the two, their untouched fur flecked with red as something nourished and protected was finally taken. Saphii and Nadira looked to each other for guidance, but those dark-furred digits curled inside and tugged, just right. The lionesses' faces fell away to confusion, and with another tug, into open-mouthed pleasure. Meredith knelt between the two, wriggling her fingers within their soft folds, soft at first and then mercilessly. Even in spite of their training, the two could not quite maintain their composure, lie about how perfect it felt. Their passages were forced to stretch and flex in a way they were not and could not have prepared for. Just as it felt like it might feel good, Meredith pulled out suddenly, reeling her paws back to spank the lionesses so hard that it conjured memories of the whip.

Nadira sobbed and whimpered. Sephii hisses and bared her teeth. Meredith only smiled.

Pushing them both aside, she climbed across the bed and sat against the head with a flump. Snapping her fingers and opening her legs, she bid the two forward. As they scrambled onto all fours and tried to start crawling like seductive ferals as they were taught, the hyena snarled impatiently, and they tripped over themselves trying to get closer. A strong leg hooked Sephii around the neck and forced her face into her mistress's lap, mashing her muzzle crudely into her well-trimmed mound. A dark-furred arm yanked Nadira close, guiding this one's face to her chest.

A gruff command, and Nadira's paw jumped to between Meredith's legs, her delicate touch put to work stroking and massaging every part of her not serviced by Sephii's rough tongue. Clenching the soft face painfully between her legs, she demanded more, and Sephii whined and began to feast, awkwardly at first but quickly learning what parts deserved licks, which deserved kisses, and which would earn her a claw to her ear. Nadra's lips latched onto one of Meredith's dark points of flesh, nursing from her teat and moaning thickly. FInally, it was Meredith's turn to moan. She finally relaxed, pleased with ehr purchase, though she still made sure to roll her hips into Sepii's muzzle or prick Nadira's soft body with her claws, keeping them both in line and fulfilling their duty. The two did not falter, and in a moment that shocked even meredith, the hyena let out a bark of pleasure and release as her pets serviced her. The two paused for less than a moment, but enough for their mistress to roar and snarl, threatening their lives if they did not satisfy her.

As the sun dipped toward the horizon, the sounds of pleasure echoed through the palace, drowning out any tears. It was not until the sun had fallen, the candles lighting the bed chambers drowned out in a sea of their own wax, that Meredith pushed the two aside roughly, limbs shaking as she did. Meredith did not speak, she merely laid there, body shivering weakly. The tired, aching slaves watched in fear, desperately hoping they had earned their keep.

Curling up on herself and tensing up one last time...the royal hyena finally let out a billowing sigh, all her muscles relaxing as, for perhaps the first time in her life, she was satisfied. When she regained some movement, she adjusted herself for the night, hogging all the pillows as she made sure she was comfortable. Another snap of her fingers brough the two immediately to her side. Stroking both of them tenderly behind their ears, she guided Nadira and Sephii to snuggle against her, their faces next to her lap. Beneath her.

Gazing out the window at the city, knowing that the entire kingdom could have watched her the entire time, Meredith chuckled. Such pleasure she would get from these two. Such enjoyment, such single-minded pleasure was to be had. The hyena had found her perfect girls. One to cherish, one to abuse, and both to use. Perhaps even share, though she would never let these two leave her chambers or her side for as long as they could perform.

As Meredith's eyes drifted peacefully closed, the two slaves' eyes met, and they moved desperately slowly to avoid waking their mistress. Stars passed over them as their faces gingerly turned and met together, a soft, furtive kiss between the "sisters". Snuggling into their mistress's lap carefully again, the pair made sure to gingerly stroke and caress the hyena's thighs, nursing their sleeping goddess into a deeper, pleasured sleep and helping a satisfied little smile cross her slumbering muzzle. They dutifully worshipped her, until at last they too fell asleep in exhaustion,.

Finally, their travels were over. Plucked from a perfect life and dragged through the valley, here was the life they'd been thrown into for good. All their perfect years were spent hoping for something better, something lavish and beautiful. And yet, the two knew that in many ways, nothing had changed. They were pets. Tools. Toys for the gratification of someone with an even better life. Sure, it seemed like some pleasure would come, maybe their life would not be so bad? Maybe as the calluses on their fingers from years of toiling away in the sand grew softer and softer, the two would finally have their happy ending.

Until then, the two needed to survive, and they would survive together.