TotalDrama Porno Story: Pride Grounds Chapter 1

AUTHOR’S NOTE: HI EVERYBODY! I am back from a LONG writer’s block phase. Now that it’s SUMMER, I have tons of time to update, as well as think up funny crap that makes a sick-minded teenage girl like me laugh.

Now, the story before you is different from any other story I have seen on FF. Filled with multiple plot lines, romances, betrayal and hurt (Mentally and Physically) oh and HINTS of yaoi later on…maybe.

TO OTHER AUTHORS:

Aakacub’s Ambition: Thanks for supporting this idea. Have fun on vaction and I hope you enjoy this.

Goddess of Power: write the story we spoke of or I WILL sick Tahoe on you! lol. thisobessioniscontagious: SSOF! (Other readers are NOT meant to understand this) lol. Update your story too, eh!

A loud roar filled the air, startling a flock of birds. They shot into the air, screeching bloody-murder. A lioness leapt into the air from the tall grass, just barely missing a bird. She slammed into the ground and rolled a few time before stopping. Puffing, the lioness sat up, shaking dust from her fur. Your father just had to call a meeting now?! She growled lowly to her companion. He simply sniggered, using his paw to muffle it.

Oh, lighten up, Gwen, Duncan purred, rolling onto his side. Those feather-brains could have heard you a mile away anyways.

The lioness rolled her eyes, dropping into a crouch. I dare you to say that again!

Okay, those feather-brains could hear you a mil–!

Anything that the male was about to say was cut short by a yelp of surprise. Gwen leapt at him, sending the two rolling in the small clearing. They batted at the other playfully, Gwen tugging at the small mane on Duncans head.

Gwen and Duncan had been friends ever since they could remember. Duncans father is King of their pride, making Duncan the prince. He would naturally take over once his father passed away. But Duncan only cared to romp around with Gwen and be carefree. They were around two years old, the time when a normal male lion would be forced to leave his pride to start a new life for himself.

Hey, I need that!

Being young, Duncans mane was still growing. While his normal fur was a light tan color, his mane was pitch black. The only notable piece was the main tuft of fur on his head. It seemed to be blown back, and resembled a Mohawk.

Unique not just in personality, Gwens own fur was light black, with a pale white muzzle, chest, and paw tips. Not the kind of fur you would normally find. Her mother was brown as well as her brother, who was from a younger litter.

As the two wrestled, the Kings roar sounded once more. Duncan stopped and felt his ears perk up in interest. Gwen lolled off of him onto her back, staring up at the clear blue sky. They stayed there for a few minutes, enjoying the silence. A peaceful quiet was hard to find for the pair, since Duncan was always getting in trouble, and Gwen was almost never alone because of the other females in the pride.

Only the sound of the tall grass shifting alerted them. But they relaxed when they saw who it was.

Shouldnt you two be with the pride? Leshawna asked, cocking her head to one side. Her hide was the common tawny color, if not slightly darker. She was larger than most of the others, but it never slowed her down.

Uhno? Gwen offered.

And where were you girl? You missed another hunting lesson! She cried.

Gwen looked to her friend, who was upside down in her vision. I was justhanging around. I already know how to hunt anyways.

You should have seen your mom! She thought you had run away or something stupid like that.

Duncan flicked his tail about boredly. She scares me. A lot!

Agreed. Gwen and Leshawna sounded in unison.

Leshawna glanced at Duncan. Come on, Lazy Prince.

Duncan grunted, No thanks. Im happy right here. And curled up. The large lioness raised an invisible brow and sighed.

The King has been getting testy lately. He wont like that his own son is too lazy to come to a meeting!

Now it was Gwens turn, right, the King would rip your mane off. She sat up and shoved Duncan with a forepaw. The trio shared in a laugh before Duncan finally got to his paws. Lead the way. She added once they were up.

Nodding, she ducked back into the grass, camouflaging her hide. Duncan and Gwen followed slowly.

Gwen and Leshawna were good friends, but Duncan just didnt get along with her that much. She would play with him though, usually because he was the main source of fun around there. The trio always went off to lounge, away from the nagging adults.

After walking a few moments of silence, Leshawna glanced backwards. You know the elders have been talking Neither Gwen nor Duncan spoke, so she continued, About traditions and laws

So? Duncan smirked.

Well, one of those traditions is that a King must have a Queen. And since Duncans the Prince

It hit Duncan and Gwen like a stampede of buffalo.

What!? Gwen hissed. They think me and Duncan–!? She cut herself off, too jumbled to process her own words.

Duncan was equally upset by this. We are best friends. Thatsthats…!

Thats just it. Leshawna reasoned, stopping in her tracks to face them. You two spend so much time together that its a natural assumption.

Well, Ive broken tons of laws and traditions anyways. Whats one more? Duncan laughed.

But thats put you on thin ice with the King. Gwen reminded him.

What he gonna do? Banish me?

At that, they all shared a good laugh before continuing on, back to the pride.

***

The essence of dusk was spread upon the land as the lions retreated to their dens for the night. During the day, the pride gathered in a central clearing, where the tall grass dispersed in a somewhat circle. The clearing was large in size, which was perfect. A large rock structure sat at one end, where many caves formed the dens of the pride members. One cave, away from the others, was the den of the King and Queen.

The last rays of light revealed the King pacing near the back of his cave. The Queen sat at the entrance, watching him with troubled eyes.

That cub is driving me over the edge! The King growled, his mane, specked with white from age, shaking and bristling. Hes a disgrace!

Disgrace? Were talking about our son here! Exclaimed his mate.

Our son is not fit to be prince! Justin would make a better heir to the throne! Even that scrap of fur whatshisname- Little Marco!

Justin was a male around the same age as Duncan, Gwen and Leshawna. His light brown fur and mane, plus his natural charms, made him very popular among the other lions. He never spoke much, but his voice could stun any animal, besides those who had trained themselves to resist. Such cats were Gwen and Leshawnawell, at least they tried to.

Marco, also known as Little Marco, was Gwens younger brother. He was barely a year old, making him the youngest of the felines. He was born with an auburn tuft of fur on his head, and his forepaws were a lighter shade of brown than the rest of his body. Playful and quick-to act, he was easy to influence, and he had a tendency to follow Gwen around.

How can you say that? Duncan has always been prince. Are you saying that the other males would do better than your own blood?

In a low voice, the King whispered, Sometimes, I truly wonder if he is my cub. Louder, he added: Of course! He turned to look at the Queen, but she still stared at the ground.

May I remind you that Justin wont be apart of our pride much longer? Hes almost old enough now.

I know the laws better than any cat in Africa! He yowled at her, turning his back, he stared at nothing, his mind working at rapid speeds. Now go. He ordered quietly. His mate pricked her ears, but didnt move from her spot. NOW! he bellowed, flashing his fangs at her.

In a sign of submission, the Queen ducked low, and quickly retreated from their den.

Night had pretty much consumed the cave, and all of the pride slept peacefully, except for the King.

He stalked out of his den, peeking into the main cave beside his, where the other lions slept. He spotted Duncan sleeping among them, beside Gwen and Leshawna. Nearby, Gwens mother breathed deeply, one eye slitted toward her older cub and her friends. Little Marco, the youngest male, curled up to his mother, purring without a care. Glancing around, the King caught sight of what he was looking for.

Stealthily creeping over, he prodded Justin awake. Before the latter could react. The King slapped his tail across his muzzle. Justin got the message and nodded. Getting to his paws, the hunky lion followed his king out of the den.

The King sat down again in his cave, Justin sitting silently opposite him. When Justin didnt speak, he began. As you know, my son has been the main source of trouble all his life. I want nothing more than to see my pride prosper. But Duncan doesnt have the respect for the rules that I dothat YOU do.

But Duncan is Prince. But even as he said this, Justins smile turned into a knowing smirk.

Precisely! But I know of one traditionone not know to the younger generation as no one has ever questioned my authority. If you were to challenge my stupid son to a battle for the title of Prince then

Why me?

You are everything this pride needs. Duncan is brash and quick to act, making him a weakness.

Justin didnt respond, his eyes flicking back an forth.

So, will you do it?

Long silence.

Yes.

Then here is what you will do

Part 2 is already written, so this story will be updated once I get some reviews!
Now for some info on my other stories…

Tooth and Claw: Next chapter to be up (at the VERY LATEST) June 1st!
Twilight: On haitus until Tooth and Claw is finished.
TDI Gifteds: No More applicants, I will be filling in the empty spaces with old campers with powers. Will be updated on June 2nd!

Please enjoy my story, which (To clear up any confusion) IS NOT BASED ON THE LION KING! I imagine the characters in the same style as TLK, but that’s it.

–Wulf (Real name unavailable)