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There were some in his neighborhood who believed that Trent never left the house, but that couldn't be further from the truth: he was a quieter person and had a reasonable social life, but his favorite place to escape to was the gym, on the other side of the housing community that he called his own.

A slender figure like his own wasn't the easiest thing in the world to keep, especially when he spent so much time sitting on his stool and hunching over the workbench, but even after Zira and Vitani came into his life, he reminded himself to make time to do a quick cycle on the weight machines a couple times a week, and almost every single day, he spent plenty of time on the treadmill.

His routine hadn't come under any scrutiny thus far, and when she found out where he was spending so much time in the first place, Zira encouraged his good habits; she did nothing to hide her ulterior motives and appreciation for his improved endurance, of course, but Vitani seemed to give him more genuine praise when he came back from the gym, addled with sweat and filling the tiny house with the presence of his warmth and scent.

This time, when he returned from a satisfying morning jog, he wasn't at all surprised to see the pair of lionesses waiting for him in the front entryway: unusual as that would have been to anyone else, it was commonplace for the slender zebra.

What did manage to catch him by surprise was the way that mother and daughter stood side by side with wide grins, telling him that they'd been up to something more than their usual antics while he was gone.

"...Whatever you two did, you'd better have cleaned up after yourselves," Trent spoke with greater authority then than he did when Zira first came into his life, and even since Vitani arrived, he was more assertive than he'd been: he seemed to be taking his role as the leader of the pride seriously, even if he still found the concept to be odd. "Seriously, why are you two still looking at me that way?"

It was the cheesy grin that gave away that they'd done something untoward, but Trent had no way of knowing if it was actually something wrong, or something that they were just embarrassed to admit.

Knowing how open they were, especially for being related to each other, he couldn't imagine anything they'd find embarrassing to confess to him, but when he tried to sneak between their bodies, Zira caught him by the arm.

"Please, sweetie...allow me to show you what you missed while you were gone," she offered.

She felt an immediate, stinging glare from Vitani as she pulled Trent through the doorway and into the living room. "Are you _seriously_gonna try and take all the credit for this one?" the younger lioness knew her demanding shout would be ignored, but she couldn't help trying to get her mother's attention all the same.

"Wait...c-credit? You two didn't set up a surprise while I was gone, did you?" Trent asked, his nervously thinned lips curling into a partial smile as the girls ushered him in front of the couch. "You didn't have to do all...of...t-this...what. What the hell is this?"

He'd gotten used to the idea of seeing full, life-sized plushies walking around his house, just as matter of the circumstances of his new, changing life. A pair of lionesses were constantly prowling around and looking for their best chances to milk him of his affections, but when Zira first arrived, it was a shock.

When she brought Vitani into his life, that was another adjustment to make...but the fact that Nala, perhaps the greatest of his childhood crushes, was tied up on his couch and looking him over with desperate, pleading eyes, was like a giant reset button for the last few months of his life.

"...You're not pleased, Trent?"

He turned to Zira with an arch in his brow. "Where did she even come from? What...w-what exactly is going on here?"

Even reaching those words was a difficult task for Trent, but Zira was chomping at the bit to explain herself...and even Vitani appeared to have a bit more to say on the matter, even when her mother was taking all the credit.

"We found her snooping around the apartment the other night...when she tried to come in, she was still soaked from hanging out in the rain, and we couldn't let her make a mess of the place...so we trapped her outside and held her down until she dried out a little bit."

"That does not even begin to explain why she's tied up on the couch, Zira!"

His voice had enough pressure to it that the weight of his demand was striking: the girls lusted after Trent from the start, but they were starting to respect him as much as they desired him.

"Well, she...s-she can't be trusted, Trent," Vitani explained, her voice a bit more timid than usual. "She's way too dangerous to be left alone in here until we know for sure that she isn't out to get us..."

"To get you?"

He blinked, thinking over the emotional attachments that Zira and Vitani shared: if they still believed that they came from the cinematic universe that they did, it was entirely possible that the battle lines drawn in the movies still existed in the real world, and someone like Nala could never be seen as trustworthy by outsiders.

He didn't feel that way about Nala himself, of course, but the girls weren't aware of his natural bias toward the new lioness, and if he wanted to prove himself trustworthy, still, he needed to play along with them a little bit, until he had a feel for Nala's proper origins and intentions.

"Why wouldn't she have just come knocking if she didn't have something to hide?" Zira asked, standing tall at Trent's side and giving Nala a hard, accusing stare. "Why wouldn't she just approach you the way that I had...?"

Vitani stood at his other side and hooked her arms around his own, holding onto him with such a possessive grip that Trent could feel himself being tugged away from his childhood crush, little by little...but he couldn't possibly forego the chance to have an interaction with her, even if she was bound on the couch and gagged with a wad of fluff.

He wasn't going to leave her trapped like that forever, but he couldn't deny that her sneaking around his house was suspicious, assuming that Zira and Vitani weren't stretching the truth.

"Did she know you were here, Zira?" he asked, giving the lioness a chance to confess any misgivings in her story.

He didn't think she would do that without being tricked, knowing the kind of bad blood that ran between them in the movies, but he hoped that Zira's time at his side might have softened her up a bit.

It didn't surprise him at all to see her pointing an accusing claw at Nala, her expression still addled with a rage that betrayed her literally plush figure. "I'm sure she's been following me for a while, now...looking to strike me down when I least expect it and steal away the only man that could ever make me whole again...if you know anything about this one-

"I know plenty of her," Trent assured.

"Then you know that she can't be trusted; that she'll rip someone out of your life and cast them away as soon as she's done with them," Zira claimed, unaware that Trent had such an extensive knowledge of the real backstory that was motivating her actions. "I couldn't let her do that to you, Trent. I...can't begin to tell you how much you mean to Vitani and I, but I promise she wouldn't appreciate you in the same way that we do."

Another firm squeeze from the other side was all the assurance that Vitani would offer, but her stare echoed her mother's sentiments; Trent had to play his next move very carefully, to keep from rousing suspicion in the girls that so implicitly trusted him.

"It may come as a surprise to the two of you that I know more about her than you think," Trent admitted. "And though I have no evidence yet to prove that she wasn't following you, I get the feeling that she would have been able to make her way into the house just fine without being detected, if she really wanted."

Zira cocked a brow. "And what makes you say that?"

"She's crafty," Trent answered quickly, his eyes trained on Nala to let the trapped lioness know, even with a glance, that he was doing his best to placate both sides. "I can't imagine she would have anything to fear from someone like me, either, so there's no point in her masking her intentions...unless she knew you were here already."

"I'm sure she did," Vitani reconfirmed. "She's probably been tailing our scents for months, just waiting for the right time to strike so she can tear us apart; she isn't even in need of repairs!"

Trent wasn't going to let the girls be the judge of that, but he didn't want to stir the pot when things had been going so well for him, recently.

He was an upright gentleman, but he wasn't afraid to admit that he was quite enjoying the arrangement that he'd come into over the recent weeks.

"Not that I think you have any reason to lie to me, Vitani...but there might be issues with her that are below the surface," Trent suggested. "There's plenty of issues that can exist within a plush that can't be seen with the naked eye."

She gripped his arm with renewed intensity, keeping him from approaching the trapped lioness. "I'm telling you, dude...if you get any closer..."

"You two tied her up pretty tight," Trent complimented her work, hoping it might diffuse the situation, even slightly. "I don't think we're in any real danger right now."

Zira looked over at her daughter, seeing the hesitance in Vitani's expression; she didn't want Trent to show any favor to Nala, but if she was going to honor his position as the head of their pride, she needed to give him the chance to inspect the newest potential member, no matter how frustrated she was to see her lover showing anyone else any favoritism.

"I suppose it would prove that we're the bigger women around here," Zira offered. "She wouldn't have shown us that same courtesy; there's no doubt about that."

Trent snickered. "Wrapping her up in that many ropes isn't exactly what I'd call extending her a courtesy, but...let's just see if there's anything wrong with her, hm?"

Zira gave Vitani a brief nudge, and finally, the younger lioness released the man that she'd become so enamored with. There was _genuine_concern in her gaze as she watched the zebra approach the couch, but Trent looked back at her with a kindly smile, as if to confer that he wasn't taking their conflict with Nala lightly.

It gave him an air of bravery in her eyes, and that wasn't going to help the envious nature behind her gaze, but she watched on with her paws clenched into tight fists, should the leader of their pride need her assistance.

"Never would have thought someone like you would come walking into my life like this, but...as it happens, you're not the first one to appear this way," Trent mentioned, gesturing at Zira and Vitani with a welcoming smirk. "It also seems that you didn't come walking into my life at all; I do hope that you can find it in your heart to forgive them if they were too rough with you."

"Forgive us? For what?!" Zira's rage was thunderous, but Trent didn't turn back to address her. "For protecting the home that we've all made together? For capturing an intruder that might have undone our little family in our sleep?!"

"Zira...do you know why I was so glad to welcome you in, when I did?"

"Because I got you off so easily?"

Trent swallowed back a flustered gulp. "Okay, do you know every reason why I welcomed you in?"

"I've got a few ideas, anyway..."

"When you showed up on my doorstep, you needed my help," Trent explained. "And when I fixed you, you clearly didn't mean me any harm: I could see a good, caring heart within you, and I know you probably don't want to hear this, but...I can see the same thing in Nala."

"What you're seeing in her is weakness," Zira suggested. "She was defeated so easily that I guess she really wouldn't pose a threat to someone like you, but...you'd be wise to trust us and keep her all tied up, like that."

He was only a man: he couldn't deny that he was enjoying the sight of Nala's naked body on the couch, completely bound with rope and looking a little too happy about her helpless predicament.

"We can...y-yeah...we can keep her tied up a little bit longer," Trent agreed. "At least until we know that she's as well meaning as the two of you were, but...I have to imagine she came here for repairs or a place to stay. I don't know what else she'd want."

"To steal you away from us," Vitani chimed in, her arms crossing over her barren chest.

Trent was the only one wearing any clothing at the time: Zira and Vitani rarely dressed up, and their outfits were usually less than practical, but they hadn't been given a chance to get dressed that morning before they had to deal with their intruder, and Nala, for her part, didn't have any clothes from wherever she'd been.

That she was fitted with the same unique features as Zira and Vitani made everything feel like even less of a coincidence to the disbelieving equine, but he needed to properly inspect her body to make sure that there was no genuine damage.

"I don't think you two have to worry about that," Trent mentioned, trying to give extra care to Vitani's concerns. "From a glance, it doesn't look like she needs any repairs...and if you two weren't too rough with her, I'd have to say that she's in surprisingly good condition."

"She's okay," Zira countered. "Just because she isn't marred doesn't mean she's good, though..."

The girls were shocked when Trent pulled the gag from Nala's maw: they shared a look of suspense, thinking his fingers might be taken right off...but the trapped lioness only gave Trent an appreciative smile.

"It's still yet to be seen if she's good or not, but I think she could tell us a thing or two about where she came from," Trent's theory was sound, but he was letting a youthful crush get the better of him on looks alone; Zira was something of a voice of reason when she grabbed the gag and stuffed it right back into Nala's mouth. "H-hey! We're never gonna get her side of the story if you two keep ganging up on her like that!"

"She needs that kind of treatment, Trent. I need you to believe me on this one," Zira reasserted her concerns and stood by the zebra's side, shooting daggers at Nala with a single glance. "If you let her out of this bondage, it's all over for the two of us, and maybe even you!"

Trent didn't think there was a chance that Nala could be a threat, but if he was being completely honest with himself, he was fearful that Zira had been dangerous, when she first came to life.

Now that he had a better understanding of what was happening with plushies coming to life in his home, he couldn't imagine that somehow, the one he admired most would end up being the one to ultimately betray him.

"I can tell that this is making you uncomfortable, so...we'll keep her tied up a little bit longer," Trent agreed, giving only that much of a concession. "But if you know her better than I do, I suppose I should ask...what would you recommend I do to have her prove her innocence?"

"She can't prove that," Zira claimed. "But she might be able to prove that she can be trusted, I suppose."

"Let's start with that, then."

"Good. Start by forcing her to accept your scent."

Trent blinked. "I...uhm. How exactly would I go about doing that, now? And what would that even prove?"

Zira stepped in a little closer to her favorite zebra and brushed her lips against the side of his neck, but she lingered a moment longer than she normally would have; when she finally pulled away, a tremble ran through her form...but it was the shift in her gaze that gave Trent the familiar sensation of arousal from her.

"You've been working hard all morning..._dripping_sweat...your powerful, masculine scent is all around the room, and it's getting harder to be so close to it without having my way with you," Zira explained. "If she has any desire to be a part of your pride and stay in your home, she's going to have to get used to that scent, too...and when she smells it, she needs to know that it's her place to service you...if we're already too spent, that is."

"...You're telling me you want me to shove my crotch into her face...t-to prove her loyalty to me."

"Precisely."

Trent didn't fully understand the habits of predatory creatures, and even less than that did he understand the logic of creatures that had literally been plucked from an animated film and brought to life in his house.

He also couldn't say that he had a problem with how her mind worked, and he was looking forward to being able to explore Nala further without the burden of guilt lingering over his thoughts.

"I suppose you would know better how to test her allegiance than I would," Trent agreed. "You're...y-you're absolutely sure this is going to work, somehow?"

She nudged the back of his shoulder in reply, encouraging him to press the dampened bulge in his shorts to the gagged end of her muzzle. "I don't know that it's going to work, actually...but if she's going to stick around, she's going to have to get used to that delicious aroma sooner or later. Might as well get it out of the way."

All told, Trent was in no hurry to get things 'out of the way,' as Zira so carefully put it.

The idea of getting to rub his member against her muzzle with any sincerity was something that he'd been daydreaming about since his youth, and seeing the slight lidding of her eyes, he couldn't help thinking that she was just as interested to prove her loyalty as he was to put it to the test.

"Yeah...t-that's a good idea," Trent agreed, playing both sides of the proverbial field and placating Zira and Vitani's concerns, while getting to know Nala a little better. "But I should probably take that gag out of her maw, then."

"Probably, but don't blame me if she ends up biting it," Vitani called from the back, wanting to make sure that she wasn't forgotten among Trent's already divided thoughts.

"Biting it?"

Trent was already halfway through pulling the rope gag from Nala's lips when he looked down and saw her gaze shifting to his bulge with a different intention: he knew the girls were getting to him when for a moment, even just a moment, he hesitated to bring his crotch any closer to her face.

"Ah, ah. No. Not through the shorts."

Zira gripped his waistline and tugged the shorts down, revealing a tight, gripping pair of boxer briefs, squeezing tight at his package and framing up the toned muscles in his thighs.

"Through these, Trent...really let her get familiar with how delightful you smell."

He felt like he was losing progress, as far as his dominant nature was concerned, but he wasn't worried about taking his role as the leader of the pride so literally just yet.

He just wanted to know what it was like to feel Nala's lips against the front of his boxers, and Zira became the granter of his wish, as she gave him another nudge forward. With shorts still hanging around his knees, he was forced to catch himself on the arm of the couch, but his bulge still landed harshly against the side of Nala's open mouth.

It didn't pain him, but his gentle nature made him immediately worry about what damage it might have done to her; he would have asked if she was okay, if she wasn't nuzzling into the side of his shaft and purring upon the cotton fabric.

"I don't...w-wow...I don't think she minds it all that much," Trent suggested. "Pretty sure she's enjoying my scent just fine, really..."

Trapped and bound as she was, Nala could only move her head on a swivel, from the range that her neck allowed...but she was able to offer plenty of emotion in her gaze, and even more appreciation when her tongue glazed the side of his damp, musky boxers with a fresh pass.

Catching himself proved difficult enough: keeping himself upright when all the blood in his body detoured for his crotch was nearly impossible.

"Going after you the instant she gets a chance...always knew she was just a desperate whore," Zira scoffed, but for her harsh words, she seemed to be enjoying the theory just as much as Trent was enjoying the practice. "Careful letting her nudge those boxers any lower, Trent. Who knows what kind of nasty things you might catch...?"

That wasn't something Trent ever considered before: he didn't think it was possible for a plush to carry a transmitted disease, but then, he wasn't aware of what kind of history this Nala plush carried with her.

Zira and Vitani were both regular plushies when they showed up at his property, and it was his touch that seemed to bring them to life, in some way or another. In Nala's case, she'd arrived fully grown and developed, and though he felt guilty for doing it, he'd confirmed that she had the same, incredible level of detail on her vaginal passage...and then kept staring a little longer than what would have been acceptable.

She looked as though he'd been working on her in his sleep, like a passion project...and the ropes that bound her arms and legs to her body in a tight, helpless posture were akin to ribbons around a present, handpicked just for him.

"You only told me to get her familiar with my scent, anyway," Trent pointed out. "As much fun as it would be to...y-you know-

"Fuck her throat until she gags on your cock?"

Zira always had such a clever way of finishing his thoughts.

"Yes. That."

"What's stopping you?"

"The fact that she's tied up on my couch and completely helpless to stop me? Doesn't really...doesn't feel right to me, y'know?"

"I can assure you that she's far from helpless...and if you're worried about her stopping you, why don't you ask her if she wants you to stop? She looks like she's already drunk off of your scent alone..."

Trent was still the kind of guy who wondered what Zira and Vitani saw in him, but whatever it was, they definitely saw it: how he had the energy to wake up in the morning and go to the gym was a wonder when the girls were cornering him somewhere in the house every day, multiple times a day, to fuck him silly.

After just a hint of his scent, it looked as though Nala was starting to get the same point, and a closer gaze into her eyes revealed a narrowed gaze that spoke with as much intensity as the voice she finally revealed.

"Just sharing that scent with me, and you're already getting hard? These two must not appreciate what a wonderful lover you are," Nala suggested. "If they were treating you right, you would have been too exhausted to manage that, and yet...here you are, almost ready to show me my rightful place as the queen of your pride..."

On one hand, the words that left her mouth were uttered by the very voice that Trent remembered so fondly, and her message was every bit as clear to him as it was enticing: she wanted far more than an oral introduction to his flesh.

On the other, he could feel Zira's claws digging into his shoulders from behind as Nala spoke; the trapped lioness knew what a weapon her words could be, and she was wielding them with deadly effectiveness.

"Just because we found the most enduring male in the world doesn't mean that we aren't doing enough to keep him satisfied, you fucking harlot."

"If that's the case, why is he still leaning his crotch on my face? If he wasn't propping himself up like that, I bet he'd slip out of those little shorts in an instant and show me why he's worthy to be your _fearless_leader..."

She was doing all she could, from her compromised position, to bend his will to her whims.

If only for that reason, she was dangerous, but Trent could tell that she wasn't planning his untimely downfall: she was just trying to be let free so she could experience the impressive equine with the same freedom that Zira and Vitani already had.

"He is fearless," Zira came right to Trent's aid, though he hardly needed the backup, or the fluff to his already throbbing ego. "If you really think he's worried about stuffing that whole thing down your throat-

"I think you're worried," Nala cut in. "That I can do a better job pleasing him that way than you can."

There was a moment, however brief, wherein Trent thought it would be a good time to head to the convenience store at the end of the block to buy an entire year's worth of lottery tickets.

If his luck was this incredible, he figured he was due to hit a big winner sooner or later, but he didn't think any amount of money would be enough to pry him from the incredible situation that was unfolding.

"...You really think so?" Zira asked, letting Nala get herself into her own trouble. "Sounds to me like you just want him to pound your throat before you get to the real action, but...if that's what you're after, that's not what you're gonna get."

"Oh? Then what terrible fate could possibly befall me?"

"Vitani...would you be a dear and come here, please?"

The youngest lioness was eager to come and stand by Trent's side again, but she didn't expect her own mother to grab her by the wrist and stuff her paw into the zebra's boxers.

Trent was just as surprised by the act, but as he looked to Vitani with bashful shock, she allowed a wide, eager grin to take her lips...and a rapid stroke to take the length of his stiffening member.

"If she's so interested in tasting you, she's just going to have to wait," Zira said, calling the shots as much as Trent would allow her to. "Any number of unworthy men have filled her maw before, I'm sure...but if she's truly looking to prove herself, she'll gladly let you pound her from the other end, too...without any warmup."

Trent and Vitani were both caught off guard by the suggestion.

"Uhm...Mom...n-not to say that you don't know how to torture someone, but she's literally squirming on the couch right now...like...it looks like you just made her day," she pointed out. "How is this gonna prove anything other than how good Trent is in the sack?"

"Well, we do want her to understand what a treasure it is that we'd be sharing with her," Zira mentioned. "Just...j-just trust me on this one, okay? And keep stroking his cock. I want him nice and hard before we line him up and help him fuck the little slut into the afternoon..."

Zira, for being based on a villainous character, simply didn't have the chops to make anyone afraid of her seemingly nefarious plans...but Nala did her best to play along, apart from a brief roll of the eyes.

"Oh, no. Please...p-please find it in your heart to show me some kind of mercy, Zira!"

"You really think I can't tell when you're trying to patronize me?"

That Zira was still grinning so wide would have been a concern to Trent, if he wasn't enjoying Vitani's approach so much: the younger lioness was talented with every part of her body, but her paws were especially skilled at bringing the blood flow back to his member.

With each stroke, she leaned in a little bit closer and drank in the same scent that was already afflicting her mother, but she knew her place within the pride better than she knew her own desires.

She'd be happy to wait her turn, so long as Trent had enough energy left to get to her, as well.

"I would never take someone as dangerous as you so lightly, Zira. If you really thought I was making small of you, I do apologize... so sincerely, at that."

"What happened to laughing in the face of danger, Nala?"

Zira wasn't buying the act, but there was a hint of genuine concern in Nala's expression when Vitani finally pushed down the front of Trent's boxers and revealed the wide, dripping flare of his equine cock to her.

"Would you look at that...she's all done laughing after all," Vitani teamed up with her mother in the cause of what she considered righteous vengeance, turning her gaze from Trent and letting her furious eyes weigh on Nala's conscience. "And no more clever quips to make? Nothing more from the peanut gallery?"

Nala's gulp was authentic enough that even Trent wasn't sure if she was being playful anymore. The sound did wonders for his already inflated confidence, but he wasn't quite up to the task of taking her so furiously, just yet.

He was fighting Zira's influence, knowing that she was trying to push him down a darker path to control than he would have liked to take, but Vitani was right: there was no coincidence to the way that Nala was squirming on the couch.

She wasn't really squirming in the first place; she was trying to sway her backside and entice the lucky zebra into place, regardless of what Zira and Vitani were encouraging him to do.

"I think she's already broken," Zira teased, unaware that she was just feeding the fires of what Nala was truly after. "She probably won't even notice what he's doing to her..."

Trent sighed. "Well, I'd want her to notice."

For the first time, Zira was getting an idea of how her words could make Trent uncomfortable, but she was steadfast in the way she approached the situation.

"I don't mean that you aren't big enough, my darling. You'll probably end up tearing a few of her seams with that fucking monster...but I don't know that she'll properly appreciate it the way that Vitani and I do."

"Still weird that you're so open about that," Vitani mentioned, looking every bit as embarrassed as she always did...but she hoped that her mother would have the tact not to admit what they'd done to Trent together , much less what they did with him when they had their own privacy. "But my mom's right, dude...there's no way she's gonna be able to show you how badly she needs you, all tied up like that."

There was plenty of evidence to the contrary thus far, but Trent was being left as the final vote, and his word was still law in the household: he didn't take that power for granted, as he stepped away from Zira's clutches and kicked a leg up over the side of the couch.

Nala was helpless to stop him from rolling her body onto her knees: her breasts sunk into the cushions and her face rolled to the cheek, but she wasn't being moved with excessive force.

Zira was delighted to see Trent going after her, at first, but when she saw the amount of care that he took in adjusting her body, her jealous stare returned to a soured expression.

"If you two think this is a matter of testing her loyalty and dedication, then the best way for her to prove herself is while she's tied up like this," Trent suggested. "She can't do anything out of the ordinary, can't used any other part of her body to sway me...she can only kneel before me and recognize me as the leader of this pride, and if she doesn't like that, she's powerless to do anything otherwise..."

As much as she pretended to hate it when Zira told her to embrace the helplessness of her situation, Zira was quick to come around to the same suggestion when Trent made it.

"I really am powerless...especially when a legendary stud like you has me pinned from behind," she admitted, though Trent was still wondering just how helpless she really was.

He hadn't checked the ropes around her body for their authenticity, nor the knots tied in them for any amount of tightness. It seemed as though Nala wasn't making a proper effort to escape from them, as if she was content to let this situation play out however it would...

...Provided that Trent fucked her before all was said and done.

"Hopefully you're not entirely helpless," Trent murmured, rolling forth on his knees and kissing the flared end of his member to the delicate, narrow slit of her womanhood. "The only way you can prove yourself to me right now is by giving me a good, hard thrust back...and if you're as weak and powerless as you say..."

He allowed her to connect the dots: it was a roundabout way to ask her for her consent, beyond the already eager wiggling of her hips and the enticing gaze she offered.

Much as Trent was flattered that Zira and Vitani would literally present him a sex toy on a silver platter, he simply wasn't the kind to take advantage of such a situation without knowing for certain that said toy was okay with him doing what he was about to do.

The rules of the fantasy world that the girls came from were entirely different from the reality that they now lived in...but they were delighted with her answer.

"Completely, but if you think that's going to stop me from taking every inch of that cock...you're as clueless as they are."

She'd gotten just what she wanted, but she still didn't know_exactly_ what she was in for: just as each lioness before her, she'd made the same mistake of letting her eyes grow larger than her stomach...and even the first genuine of Trent's flare against her petals was enough to force a brief grunt of effort from her.

"Talk about being clueless all you want," Zira muttered, sitting on the edge of the sofa and wrapping her legs around Nala's face, trapping her completely in that pose. "But it looks to me like you just realized how overzealous you really were..."

Before Trent had the chance to slow down and give Nala a chance to adjust to the parting of her folds, he felt Vitani standing behind him and stroking a paw over the flat of his chest, hoping to breathe fresh life into the fires of the lust that she'd felt from him before.

"Don't let that slow you down, big guy. She wanted this...she wants you to plow her little ass as hard as you can...and if you're serious about being the leader of this pride, you're gonna have to deliver on that!"

Her claws raked through his fur, her grip reached the shaft of his throbbing length, and though she had no cock of her own, Trent could feel the intensity in her thrust as she pumped against his rear end, encouraging him to move of his own volition...while showing him that she wouldn't let him back out, any longer.

_Go on, Trent. If you're gonna fuck this whore in front of me and mom...really fucking give it to her. _

They were never going to have such a high opinion of Nala, but Trent knew better than to think that they'd give her a fair chance, if the test was only up to them.

At the end of that morning, it was up to Trent to decide if Nala would be allowed to stay in the home, but he was moving forward with his mind made up; it was his body's turn to get to make a few decisions, and with or without Vitani's help, his next thrust would have taken the trapped lioness to new heights of bliss.

With Vitani's added weight, his thrust spread Nala's inner walls in a way that she'd never actually known before, and somehow, Trent was able to tell the same: the plush toys didn't have the same anatomy as flesh and blood creatures, of course, but in his experience with Zuri and Vitani, there was a different tightness the first time that he laid with them than the second, as if the fabric and fluff that made their bodies could be adjusted back and forth over time.

In that first powerful hump, he could feel Nala adjusting for the first time, but she wasn't untrained...she clenched tightly around his invading cock and held it as firmly as she could.

"She's...c-committed," Trent murmured, trying to keep his groans contained, but Nala's inner, talented squeeze wouldn't allow him to hold that breath any longer. "Fuck...h-holy fuck, she's definitely committed!"

"One thrust, and you're ready to give her that much credit?" Zira asked, forcing Nala's warm, delicate breaths to radiate their warmth upon her own pubic mound. "Doesn't feel very fair to us, Trent..."

"It isn't fair to us," Vitani agreed. "I had to wrap myself around his cock two or three times before he decided to trust me..."

That time, it was Trent that had something dry to add to the conversation. "Don't tell me you're complaining about that treatment, Vitani..."

She was always bashful to admit her pleasures in front of her mother, and this time, she'd set herself up for the awkward moment.

"...N...no..."

"Good. Keep helping me push, then...this is a-about your revenge, isn't it?"

Nala was absolutely chipper with the shift in his tone: she tried to keep a look of pleading on her face as she looked up to Zira and inched closer, knowing that it was supposed to be a degrading act to have to lick another lioness between the thighs...

...But there was a greater warmth in her own passage as her tongue made contact with Zira's petals and eased them apart.

"For the first time in way too long...I t-think you're talkin' my language, Trent..."

Vitani leaned in behind him and nibbled the back of his shoulder as she bumped her hips against his backside, and in perfect time with her movements, he bucked forth, pouring more of his flesh into Nala on every pass...until there was nowhere left for him to go.

His hips crashed into the full, round backside of the lioness, and for a moment, he stayed right where he was, knowing he'd have a delightful case of rope-burn from the rubbing impacts.

"Not to disappoint you, but I'm...n-not gonna be saying anything at all...in a m-minute here..." he growled lowly, making a sound that he was sure no other zebra had ever made before; the longer he was around Zira an Vitani, the more he found his mannerisms changing just enough that he could comfortably wear the title of the leader of their pride, despite his herbivorous nature.

He'd come far enough with it that Vitani, for being a little bratty, felt as if she was maturing in his presence...and she couldn't help bending further and further to his whims, instead of holding fast with her own.

"Just gonna growl and groan while you f-fuck this little slut into a coma? Pretty sure I can live with that just fine, Trent..."

The silk of her tongue brushed along the lobe of his ear as she clenched up that much tighter around him, embracing him from behind with such a strength that he tugged her from her feet when he picked up his forgotten pace.

"Hang on tight, then...hopefully she'll do the same."

He wished that Nala could have moaned at him with the same unbridled bliss that Zira had before, but he could see how busy the lioness was: paying tribute to Zira and bringing her closer and closer to an orgasm wasn't an order that Trent had given, but Nala took to it so readily that he wondered if there was some carryover of genuine pack behavior that he didn't know about.

There was no incentive for him to try and put it a stop to it; seeing what Nala was doing with her maw was making his cock throb that much harder than it would have, and his pace was already torrid...with the extra, visual motivation, he was pounding into the tied feline with unreal force.

The very couch that supported the orgy was struggling to stay in place, but with every push he gave, the legs scraped a little further across the carpet and dug new trails, prompting another need for his particular set of skills.

He'd worry about fixing said carpet much later on.

"The way she's gasping into me...y-you'd think this was the first cock she'd ever taken," Zira whispered, unable to speak with the same taunting vigor when she could feel silk brushing back and forth over the nub of her clit. "That can't be the case, but...w-with you, Trent...any girl would feel like they were having t-their first time again!"

She didn't need to fluff his ego, nor be careful of her words any longer.

Trent couldn't think of anything that could possibly sour the moment for him, and that gave Zira license to say just about whatever she wanted, if not for the talented, eager swipes of Nala's tongue.

"She's w-way too tight to have ever been with another man," Trent assured, but saying anything further was proving near impossible: Nala's level of expertise betrayed the virgin tightness of her passage, and she was so eager for his seed that she gladly would have cast her begging request into Zira's folds, if that was what it took for her insides to be drowned. "Or maybe she's...j-just that f-fucking tight...fuckn-nonotyetnotyet!"

He was begging his body to try and resist for even an _instant_longer, but there was conflict between his thoughts and the hammering pace in his body.

Even Vitani was struggling to keep up, forcing her hips to buck against his backside in a broken, uneven rhythm...but it was helping with his depth, as the entirety of his cock pushed through Nala's warm, silky resistance.

She'd collected every drop of precum that he had along the way, and the combination of delicious warmth and smooth, excess juice was creating a passage that Trent could easily have become addicted to, if there weren't two voices of dissent reminding him of their own specialties.

"She's gotta be close...s-she's licking me like she wants to drown...j-just wish she was collecting your juices from inside me; that'd f-fucking show her!" Zira called out, gripping the side of the couch and inching closer to her own release.

Her words were just as inspiring to Nala as they were to Trent: the lioness proved that being tied up wasn't nearly the obstacle that she pretended it was, but that she could manage such a talented act when she was being taken so brutally from behind was the real explanation of just what a skillful lover she could be.

She didn't put her pleasure before the pack, even when the uneven, eager clench of her orgasm left her body paralyzed in a way that ropes never could; the reward of Trent's seed was immediate and plentiful, as those juices gushed within her and flooded the presence of her womb with a volume that she didn't think was possible.

Widened eyes told the story of her disbelief, and from behind, Vitani giggled: she remembered that same reaction from herself when she first tried to handle Trent's load...and how glad she was that she didn't have to breathe when she was forced to swallow every single drop of it.

"Fuck...if you haven't earned your place by now...n-nothing will ever do it," Trent gave his blessing to Nala's arrival by being a gracious host, but it was in those words and in the contract, sealed with his mess, that he officially granted her the welcome that she was after. "But if you can promise me this...t-this kind of love...then nothing more needs t-to be said..."

"Good thing," Vitani teased him, nibbling possessively at the lobe of his ear. "Sounds like she's taken your breath away...greedy little bitch that she is..."

Trent was trying to care about having something taken away from him, but as he felt his own cum throbbing up through his shaft and then bathing the outside as it sunk back out of Nala's overstuffed pussy...any other earthly cares were utterly forgotten.

**

After getting to spend so many nights with Zira and Vitani, it might have come as a surprise to know that Trent was still caught off guard by their brazen behavior, and even more than that, the sexual antics that they constantly pushed him toward.

What he never took for granted, however, was watching the plentiful juices of his seed spilling back out of one of their bodies and trickling back down the softening flesh of his own shaft.

It was just the first time that he had such an experience with Nala, and already, he could tell that he'd never forget how incredible she felt inside, nor the way that her silky, eager walls managed to grip at him for the entire duration of his release. She trapped him right where he was, making sure that every throb of his shaft would send another flood as deep as it could reach, but for her, there was a greater purpose behind the collection than there was for her rival felines.

"Think you're finally running on empty, big guy?"

He'd been exhausted for a little while longer than that, but Trent was so busy enjoying himself that he didn't listen to the silent cries of his body until he couldn't give another thrust. He'd need a little time to recover, but before he took that chance, he made a gesture to Zira.

"Definitely," he confirmed, trying to maintain his breath. "But I have to imagine that you're pretty tuckered out, yourself?"

Nala giggled. "Tuckered out? Yes...I would say that I'm _entirely_ravaged."

"Then you're probably not much of a threat, anymore," Trent suggested. Gesturing to Zira once again and ignoring the roll of her eyes, he was glad to see that his authority, for the moment, was still being recognized. "I'm not going to have you sleeping all tied up like that, so...for now, make yourself at home wherever you can find a little space around here...and we can talk about more permanent arrangements tomorrow."

Zira was scowling the entire time, but she was quick to respond to Trent's command, pulling the ropes from Nala's body and revealing that there were only loose, crude knots tied in the ropes; if Nala were giving it any genuine effort, she could have wiggled free long before she was released.

Just know that left Trent a little too flustered to carry on the conversation any longer, and Zira refused to speak as she escorted Vitani from the living room, but Nala had one last bit of thanks to share with the lucky equine, before she looked for a place to get some rest.

"I'm glad you want them to be permanent," Nala whispered to her lover, taking that moment to enjoy the sensuality and privacy they'd been granted. "Because you're quite the virile man."

"...W-what do you mean by that?"

"Feel this?"

She gripped his wrist and pulled his paw to her tummy: though it was undeniably subtle, there seemed to be a bump there...and Trent's eyes widened at the impossibility of it all.

"Knocked me up on your first try," Nala claimed, letting Trent feel the weight of the baby within. "And I can't wait to introduce Kiara to her daddy..."

Licking his cheek and offering him a quick wink, Nala crept away, still dripping the juices of their first round...leaving a trail for him to follow if he thought he had the energy for another go.

She can't be serious...did...did I really do that? He wondered.