The river had been horrible, the trees battered her body, forcing her around, under, over; any direction but the one she'd wanted.

Up.

She'd nearly drowned, and what a horrifying experience that had been. Her lungs had never burned so badly. She'd finally broken the surface as the ties and trunks had lessened their violent sloshing, and clung weakly to a trunk with her claws.

She'd drifted for a time, praying no crocodiles would brave the horde of dead wood to pull her under. She'd already had a life time's work of death rolls...

the sandy shore had touched her hind feet and immediately she'd screamed. Her back left leg hung limp, shattered in at least two places, refusing to respond to any of her pleas to move. Her right one was also limp, but wether by luck or the great kings watching her, it was intact, just severely bruised and battered.

She half dragged, half slid away from the watery grave, desperate for safety and a moments rest. She made it maybe ten feet before exhaustion took her from consciousness.

She dreamt of falling, then swimming, and then the crushing weight of defeat washed over her mind, and she flung her eyes open in a gasp of horror. Coughing up water, she hacked and heaved, groaning and trying to move once more, but with several hours having passed, her now beaten body was stiff and unwilling to cooperate.

Flopping her head to the dirt, she simply breathed, groaning as waves of pain floated up and down her chest with each breath.

"W-well...at least I'm alive..." she croaked...That was a plus she gues–

"Oh I wouldn't be thinking too optimistically just yet, Zira..."

She'd frantically looked around, and to her fury, fear, and degradation of her inner pride, saw the one lion she hoped to never see again.

Simba, King Simba, was laying near her not two or three paw lengths away. His expression was very dark. Zira had never seen his eyes–usually so full of confidence and calm–look so...violent.

His gaze spoke of many things, the most notable being that he was displeased, but more then that it said fury, vengeance, and greed.

Where Zira normally would have been snide and vindictive, now she only showed worry and fear. She couldn't fight him in her condition, she couldn't even run...

"S-Simba..." She murmured. Her eyes watched his shoulders roll as he stood and paced right up to her. He ignored her snarl, her claws unsheathing, and her futile attempts to pull back.

Even then she saw what came next even before his paws moved.

To say he beat her was an understatement. He roared so hard her bones rattled, his claws cut brand new furrows into her pelt, and each slap of his massive paws stunned her and made her see stars. By the fifth slap she went back into unconsciousness, waking every couple minutes to new strikes and snarls of fury from him.

I'm sorry Scar, my love...in the end her bested you...and he broke me...

at least she'd die in the blissful grasp of unconscioussne–

PAIN. PAIN Like she'd never felt before surged it's way up her tailhole. Zira's eyes launched open, her consciousness leaping into action as she felt Simba's teeth clamp down around her scruff, very nearly piercing the hide. He yanked hard, sending her head up with a scream of fresh terror ,as his belly settled atop her back. His hind feet spread wide as he lowered his genitals into position, and his cock started slowly but firmly driving it's way into her asshole.

"A-AUUGH!!!!!!!" Zira shrieked, filled with hundreds of little pins and needles as his spine covered shaft scratched and scraped her insides, Simba raped her ass like he was aggressively sanding the bark off a tree, driving her tail to hike as his cock stretched her out and scraped over her sensitive canal. Meaty balls smacked home against her rump fur over...and over...and over again.

Simba panted above her, and she screamed. "AH!! S-Simba, What a-are you–"

He smacked her over the head, enjoying the sound of her teeth clacking together sharply as her chin slapped the dirt.

"SILENCE BITCH! You have no rights anymore, NONE! You are nothing–THRUST–but–THRUST–my–THRUST–cock-sleeved–THRUST–whore, now!"

Each thrust she gasped or shouted out in pain, waves of it wracked her body and it took all her willpower to remain coherent now. He put a claw on her head and purposefully dug his claws in, raking her nape and making new cuts.

"Does that hurt? Does it!? How about this!?" He emphasized his question by stepping on her back broken leg, and Zira felt her entire body spasm in pain as she screamed bloody murder.
He then slammed her head back down to the dirt and drove his cock home, snarling into her ear as cum erupted into her ass. He panted, never taking his muzzle from her ear, and then growled into it as his sheath fur ground against her stretched anus.

"Uuugh yes...I've wanted to do this to you for YEARS you shitty little traitor!"

She was sobbing now, full on frantically scrabbling with her front paws in the dirt to get anywhere, anyplace but here. Here now was hell, here now was the opposite of joy...

Simba saw this and bite down on her scruff again, before lowering his cock to her vulva, and the process began anew. Zira felt his lips spread as she shoved himself into her remorselessly, slapping his crotch down into her as hard as he could, her broken leg bellowed into her mind for relief, but received none as the male forced himself upon her with brutal accuracy.

"AGH! S-Simba please!" She begged, "Pl-please stop!"

Simba only drove his hips home harder. "Apologize! Apologize and maybe I will!" He hissed through her scruff.

Zira gasped, choking out words desperately. "I-I'm sorry Simba! I'm S-sorry!"

She received claws in her nape and more pain.

"I'm not the one you nearly threw over a cliff! Apologize to Kiara!" He snarled, slapping his cock into her and groaning again as he ejaculated again. His flared head raked across her insides and she screamed more.

He gave her a horribly brief moment of respite as he came down from his orgasm, panting into her now saliva soaked nape. "I-I can't! S-She isn't even here!"

Her voice came in whispers, shuddering breaths of desperation. She hoped her answer was enough, she begged for it to be.

But Simba only started pummeling her ass once more. His teeth clamped her nape and he yanked it hard. "Then I keep fucking you, bitch!"

Zira screamed for all she was worth...but he just kept breeding her, biting her, and beating her into the dirt with his paws.

"One orgasm, one slap across the muzzle, one cut, one bite, one injury for all the pain you caused my pride and me!" Simba snarled into her ear at one point. He'd bitten her ear with the chunk missing and violently ripped it again, making a new slot. Then he'd yanked her head to the side and forcefully gripped her muzzle in his paw, squeezing until she whimpered. He'd looked her in the eyes with nothing but lust, fury, and near zealous determination in his own.

"And every time I cum in your pitiful pile of flesh you call a body, you're going to apologize, or I'll break bone every time I cum. You didn't have the decency to die earlier...Lets see if you survive me."

He flipped her over onto her back, sending whole waves of pain up her broken body as her leg flopped around, and then mounted her face, gripping both sides of her head in his clawed paws and plunging his shaft down her throat, gagging her on his cock and balls until she nearly passed out, only to slip off her muzzle and slap her as she coughed, trying to gain air.

Then he pulled back, groaning in bliss as he splattered her face and snout in cum. She'd tried weakly to pull out of his grasp, only to have his paws clamp around her neck, squeezing while he remounted her vulva and starting pounding her again, only this time she could see his face...and to her horror, he looked exactly like she had when she felt victorious...

With a quick removing of his paws, Zira gasped for air, only to have his paw viciously collide with her snout, painfully cracking her neck as her head went side ways.

"Now apologize..." He growled, as cum burst into her vulva again.

She was going to be doing a lot of apologizing...