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For half an instant, Kijivu was overwhelmed with joy, but even before his smile could reach its height, his eyes turned dark, as though the blackest of storm clouds had just rolled within them.

"Oh, it's you," he said darkly, frowning.

Her pretty face looked startled.

"Listen, Mzao," he sighed, "Really, whatever. I don't care, I don't need to be repaid for what I did for you. I did what I know was the right thing, and that's good enough for me. So, I think we'd both be happier if you hate me from afar... Unless you're another one of those who enjoys inflicting torment..." He thought briefly of Aminifu.

"Kijivu," the Cheetah said softly, her voice gentle, "No, you don't understand. I... I just wanted to try to explain things to you."

The way her eyes shown... they were just so beautiful, and now they were gleaming with tears. Kijivu's heart shifted in his chest. What could bring up so emotion in the one who just yesterday told him he doubted she would ever see him again? He snorted, trying to grump her beauty away.

"That is..." She said, closing her eyes, and swallowing hard, "If you'll just give me a chance... and listen."

How on earth could he say no? But... was this some kind of trick?

Kijivu huffed, trying to look firm. "I'm listening."

Mzao smiled partially. She then looked into Kijivu's eyes. From his expression the Lion was obviously disappointed in her. He was the most striking creature she'd ever seen. From his shining silver eyes to his blazing white mane, how unique could a Lion get?

"The only reason I told you to go away was because I knew my mother was nearby."

Kijivu gained a look of disgust. "Why didn't she come help you?"

"I'll explain that in moment," she said, her expression nothing but worry. "You see, my mother hates Lions..."

Kijivu feigned surprise. "She does? Oh, my! I would have never guessed that! She contains herself so well."

She snapped her lips, taken aback by Kijivu's deep sarcasm. Now, she was getting impatient. "Listen! Just, just- Listen, won't you?"

Kijivu said sourly, "I've had a really bad day."

"Well... I'm sorry if it is because of me. But you have to try to understand! If my mother realised that I don't hate Lions..."

Kijivu's expression softened, but he still looked distrusting.

"I'm sorry that I acted so harsh toward you... but if my mother heard me speak civilly to you... Well... I have no idea what she'd do. No doubt she would exile me. She certainly wouldn't be hunting for me."

Kijivu's gaze drifted to fall upon the long scrape down the female's right foreleg.

"I had to come... to say..." The Cheetah closed her eyes and lowered her head.

Kijivu's wall crumbled and he stood, trotting to Mzao as she seemed to be struggling with something.

Her watery eyes opened, looking into his... seeing his concern, she threw herself at him, wrapping her paws around the Lion's neck, her tears loosed into his short, young mane. She was surprisingly strong, hugging the young Lion with all her might.

"I'm so sorry," she sobbed, "You save my life! Without you, I'd have died for sure... My mother expects me to do everything on my own... and I treated you so-"

"Hey, hey, hey..." Kijivu said gently, wrapping a paw around her warmly. "It's okay..."

"No! No it's not! You risked so much, you saved me, in spite of how poorly I treated you... and I never even thanked you!"

Kijivu pulled back just enough to look at the upset Mzao's face. Tears streamed from her glimmering eyes. Kijivu shook his head softly. "I didn't risk anything... It's okay. I understand now. I forgive you."

He licked away some of the salty tears on her cheek. "Now smile." He grinned playfully, crossing his eyes. Mzao giggled, coughing a little.

"That's better. Now... that was a lot of emotion for just wanting to thank me."

She blinked, as though looking surprised. Had she gone a bit over the top? She felt her cheeks prickle with embarrassment.

"I guess I have a guilty conscience." She smiled.

Kijivu smiled. "Well... I'm glad you didn't mean what you said to me. But I meant what _ I _ said."

Mzao blinked at the Lion, uneasy. "W-what?"

"When I said you were beautiful."

Mzao's face burned at the compliment, looking away. She composed herself, then looked at Kijivu. She was beginning to feel awkward- she never did respond well to compliments. She decided a change in subject was in order.

"What did you mean... about being cursed?" Mzao asked suddenly.

Kijivu frowned. Aminifu was not far from his mind. It was not exactly something he wanted to discuss now... but with Mzao here, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. He sighed.

"A long time ago," he began, "A lion killed my mother..." his mother's bright yellow eyes frozen, transfixed obscenely "...My brother..." he heard his brother squealing, then a nauseating crunch as the scream fell quiet. "...And my sister." her blood spraying all over, until Aminifu snapped his head one way, releasing her into the air, her white fur pinked by her blood, she spun around, limped, but very aware, her scream finally ending as she hit the ground.

Kijivu was shocked at the reliving of his childhood terror for the second time within the day. He tried to hold back the tears... but seeing Aminifu only hours ago, feeling vigilant against the Lion, and yet, he felt so inadequate... Mzao's comforting presence, together with him in the solace of night... he couldn't stop them from flowing. He shuddered and gasped with the effort.

Mzao's eyes went wide as the Lion's defenses crumbled around him, his legs trembling as he slowly lost strength and collapsed from the burden of his mental anguish. Mzao nuzzled him, unsure of how to comfort him. She lay beside him, pressing her body against his, keeping her cheek to his damp one.

She let him cry, and he nuzzled her. In a few moments, he was able to calm down enough to speak, "I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry, Kijivu. I don't know-, I- w..." she fumbled with the words, then sighed with the ones she finally chose. "I had no idea."

"It's fine." he sniffled, wiping his face along his foreleg, sitting back up. Mzao, a little disappointed to lose the closeness of lying together, frowned but sat up with him. "He killed her... I.." something dawned on Kijivu. "I don't know why he killed my mother." he breathed in sudden epiphany. "But me, my brother and sister... we were Maluuni... He called us evil-blood. All because we were born with white fur."

Mzao thought. How odd, the two of them. Him so unique, she so average. And yet, they both grew up all too aware of hate. Someone so rare, Mzao thought, someone as gorgeous as Kijivu should be admired, not feared for some silly 'curse'... but then, would he have grown into such a mild, sweet mannered Lion? A Lion who seemed to have hardly any ego.

She pondered briefly on her own siblings. Shupavu seemed to be the only one who really shared their mother's hate for lions... but even in him it was more of a strong dislike. As she had told Kijivu... they had no experience (Kimbio made good and sure of that) with Lions and so they could only try to have open minds. And that was only if they desired it. Mzao was confident that is was the pure independent nature of the Cheetah which had kept them less biased than their mother.

"Are you alright?" Kijivua asked, concerned by her silence.

"Yes... " She flashed a smile. "I was just thinking... Do you think we were destined to meet?"

Kijivu rolled his large shoulders in a shrug. "I dunno... I suppose... I mean, as far as I know, I'm the only one who ever made the ravine part of my playground..." he blinked.

She smiled at the Lion. "I mean, considering our youths. Do you think..." Mzao suddenly let out a breathy laugh, shaking her head as though she felt stupid.

"What? Do i think what?" Kijivu pursued Mzao's thought.

"It's silly..."

"I'll bet I've heard of sillier things..." Kijivu's mind drifted briefly to an Otter who evidently had fantasies involving Lions.

Her expression changed to seriousness. "Do you think that we were destined to meet... to sort of... teach each other's people about our own?"

Kijivu smiled. "That's a noble thought. But I know just as little about Lions as you do. I wasn't raised by Lions or Lionesses."

"Oh." Mzao frowned.

"But, hey, who knows?" Kijivu added, not wanting to kill her thought. "Just remember, you can't teach an unwilling student."

She nodded. "I was trying to teach something to my mother when I fell in the ravine."

"What lesson?" Kijivu said, successfully keeping a smart but joking comment to himself.

"I was trying to prove that I'm not a cub anymore... But showing her how agile I was by racing through the ravine. Turns out, balance is more important than agility. And then, to get stuck..."

"I'm sorry... I sort of denied you that opportunity... Didn't I?"

"I suppose." She thought another moment, changing her mind quickly as females tend to do. "No, not really. I doubt if I had made it she would have seen me any differently. My whole life I've been trying to prove my worth to her... but nothing seems to work. It's like being born to a rock."

Kijivu laughed, then sobered quickly. "That's not nice to say about your mom."

Mzao laughed. "Yeah okay."

"Kijivu?"

"Yes?"

"About your youth... why didn't that Lion... um..." Let's face it. There was no 'nice' way to ask about why someone decided not to kill you.

"Why didn't he kill me?" Kijivu, understanding where she was going, looked up into the empty Acacia above them. "Well....Yep... It happened right here."

Mzao blinked. "What?"

"I was right here. I was running for this tree," he put his paw on the trunk, looking up. "I remember the shadow of it falling on me, and then I though the shadow leapt from the tree and was coming for me. I thought that that was what Death looked like. Dark, glimmering, and flying down at me."

Mzao listened in solemn quiet.

"I didn't know if I could climb. As a cub, I don't think I even questioned myself if I could or not. But when you know you're about to die... You don't really think logically. But, looking back, I know I couldn't have ever made it. I don't even know why I even targeted the tree. Must be because it's the tallest thing here, by the Water Hole. But for whatever reason, I came right here... and that fact saved my life. Jiweusi the black leopard, who I thought was the embodiment of Death... saved my life."

"Jiweusi?" Mzao blinked. "Oh my, you can't mean Jiji? She's you're adopted mother?!"

Kijivu's brow furrowed his brow. "You call her that too?!" He chuckled.

"I don't understand! Why haven't we met before?!" Mzao said, sounding denied.

Kijivu laughed aloud. "Because I am a Lion!" He grinned. "Kimbio doesn't mind Jiweusi, she's no Lion. But, that can't be said for me." He winked at the Cheetah.

"Oh!" She laughed.

It wasn't a sign of stupidity, Kijivu knew this. Mzao didn't see a Lion before her, not even a white Lion. She saw something else. She saw a life. A heart. A being. The Cheetah would never know how much it meant to him to know that she looked at others the same way he did. Unless...

Kijivu stepped forward to the Cheetah and kissed her. She was startled, and so her body stiffened, but as his lips met hers, she lithe body relaxed and her lips parted. They kissed deeply, passionately, lovingly. Their rasping, hot wet tongues danced pleasingly in their mouths, exploring one another. Kijivu's teeth were long smooth and large. And Mzao's mouth was small and felt delicate, but her teeth did not give even when the Lion's larger teeth grazed them.

The kiss melted away gently, Mzao's beautiful eyes bright and wide in the moonlight. Kijivu smiled into them, affectionately. A scent plumed up from her, a sweet, arousing perfume. Kijivu's body responded fully, he felt a rush of warm flooding his maleness.

"Oh... my..." Mzao breathed, looking into Kijivu's silvery eyes, a new, soft expression washing over her beautiful face. Her heart felt as though it had just grown heavier. And she knew for sure now... she was falling in love with Lion, this rescuer of white.

"It's getting late..."

"Oh..." Mzao's large, aquamarine eyes shimmered, more beautiful than the stars in the sky. She frowned. She didn't want to leave Kijivu, she felt this new rush of excitement and this... heat within her. But as he had said, he'd had a bad day. It made sense that he would want to retire for the night.

Mzao's perfume awoke Kijivu, and he would not have any moment between them disturbed by Jiweusi's coming home. Her beauty combine with this new view into her heart and mind, and that stimulating scent... He wanted to be truly alone with this beauty, this exquisite creature that he loved.

Kijivu's heart skipped. Yes. It was love.

"Will you walk with me?" He asked softly, for some reason expecting a no.

Mzao's disappointed expression brightened. "I would love to."

They walked along the Water Hole, and down a gentle slope. They walked calmly, but both knew that the other's heart was racing just as hard as their own. They were surrounded in clouds of their sexy scents, mixing as they walked along so close. The sensuality of their bodies gently touching with the rhythmn of their strides made both of them tingle. The long blades of dead grass stroked their bodies just as sensuously... and by the time they reach Kijivu's intended spot, he was so hard he could would not pull himself into his shealth if he wanted to.

Kijivu could not longer resist the beautiful and sexy-scented Mzao, he strode to her and licked her delicate, small shoulders, her slender but muscular neck. Mzao let out a pleasured gasp, and began purring.

He licked up her neck to the base of her ear, she arched her neck to him, her purring a melody. He took a testing nibble of her neck, and her hindquarters dipped with weakness. Kijivu stopped, and Mzao smiled at him, letting her eyelids half-close in a seductive expression.

He moved to her side, licking her back softly. He grazed his whiskers along her back and he lapped her buttock. Mzao lifted her tail with a playful flick, curving her neck to see what the excited Lion was going to do now.

He could see her sex glistening with moisture, he brought his snout close, taking in deep whiffs of the entoxicating scent. His hot breath made her quiver, forcing a drop of fluid to the ground. Kijivu took a slow lap of her slit, his wide, rough tongue making the female quiver with the sensation and anticipation. She gasped aloud, her knees weak, her hind end dropped again.

As much as he wanted to please her more this way, his throbbing penis was dripping with precum with the though of entering that tight, hot slick slit. Kijivu took her scruff in his mouth, unable to wait any longer, he wrapped his huge, muscular arms around Mzao's lean, frame. She moaned in esctacy, relishing the moments of anticipation.

As Kijivu felt his hard tip enter her hot, melting sex, Mzao's body collapsed in pleasure. He slid into her hole as slowly as he could stand, her hot fluids dripping around his hard cock. He bucked his hips gently, and Mzao pressed back and against him.

Kijivu moaned. As he moved to pull back a bit, he remembered something horrible... His penis was covered in little barbs that pointed back toward him. If he pulled back, the barbs would sink into the delicate flesh of Mzao's love canal.

"Don't stop, Kijivu..." She breathed.

He tried to pull back slowly, but he could feel the barbs sinking into her, it made her pussy feel as though it were a vaccuum. and although it felt so good, he was afraid to move, in fear of Mzao hating him for hurting her, for not telling her about his barbed penis.

Mzao was rubbing back against him, then pulling forward, then back again as she felt the resistance. What had he stopped? She took a quick look around, and confirmed that they were alone. So she pulled herself forward.

Kijivu froze with terror as Mzao pulled forward and he felt the incredible pleasure of the barbs as they sunk into her flesh... his concern was overwhelmed by his ecstacy... and too his delight he could heard Mzao growling with pleasure. Incredible! She loved how his barbed dick dug into her!

She felt his barbs dig into her sex, and the was they pulled at her flesh was delicious. She let loose a growl, and then moaned, delighted. It seemed that Kijivu was rather clueless about mating, but it didn't matter... she had never been bred herself.

Kijivu let loose his restraint. He began pumping into her, harder and faster, her sex pulsing around his hard cock, the both of them moaning, growling, nibbling... Soon, Mzao's pleasured cries became more desperate gasps, and with every deep thrust and withdraw that Kijivu made, the Cheetah's tight hole gripped him closer. He drove his hard, barbed cock so far forward that he released his barbs from her, but as he pulled back they found fresh flesh to bury into, making Mzao shiver beneath him. As he thrust into her again, Mzao took in a sharp breath, and her wet tunnel exploded into convulsions over his cock as she reach orgasm. This incredible sensation forced Kijivu over the edge, the hot seed that swirled in his testes rushed up his penis and flooded the hot, swollen flesh of his lover's pussy. The both of them wailed with the amazing release, Kijivu thrusting into her with every spurt of his hot cum deep inside her, she gasping with each movement he made.

After a few moments, he was soft enough to pull from her without irriating her pleasantly sore love canal, and the two cuddle up in the grass, tangled up in their embrace, not caring about anything else, letting their juices flow from them and mat their fur.

"Kijivu... I love you."

"I love you too, Mzao. I loved you the moment I saw you."

Mzao teared up with joy, placing a loving lick on Kijivu's cheek. She began to purr.

"What is that amazing sound you make?" the lion asked.

Mzao giggled, a sweet bubbly sound. "Cheetahs purr when they're happy, silly."

Kijivu smiled, snuggling into the arms of his lover. "Well, we lions can't do that... but I promise you... I've never been happier."