Total Drama Porn Story: Pride Lands – Chapter 2

Author’s Note: I do not own any TDI characters! Note I did not give ‘the King’ a name, simply because it would be easier to keep track of. And Marco WILL have a role in later chapters, but the plot is classified!

Here’s Part 2 of the 3-part prologue!…

Little Marco crept stealthily, or what he considered stealthy, toward Gwens tail. Gwen calmly conversed with Leshawna, who frequently glanced at the cub. Little Marco leapt for the tail, but it swished out of his range, and he landed in the dirt.

Better not let Mom sees that, Gwen purred with amusement. You know what a neat-freak she is. Swiftly, she gently cuffed him over the head. Marco widened his eyes in knowing. Their mother, as caring as she was, was a very weird lioness. After hunts, she would check Gwen for possible injuries and rarely ever leaves the male cub alone.

LeShawna yawned. Well, its a good thing shes on border duty this morning, eh?

The siblings nodded.

Wheres Duncan, Gwen? Asked Little Marco.

How would I know?

Hes, uh, getting a drink. She flicked her tail in the vague direction of a nearby watering hole. Why?

Marco shrugged, I just wanted to play with someone thats fun.

Gwen and Leshawna shared an amused look and then the former got to her paws. You dont think Im fun? She feigned pouted, rounding on her brother. Before he could answer, she lowered just enough so that her belly rushed the sandy ground. At first, Marco thought he thought he had hurt her feelings. A squeak of surprise escaped his throat when she lightly tackled him, easily pinning him to the ground. He slitted his eyes open to see Gwen smirking above him, her abnormal black fur blocking the Sun above.

No fair! You didnt warn me!

No wanderer is seriously gonna say HI! Turn around so I can leap on you.

Marco grunted, and Gwen moved away from him, lying down once more. Look, Gwen purred to her brother, In about two years, youll be off to explore the lands beyond our territory. And youll need to know how to fight.

Leshawna nodded. And you cant even beat her, you fuzz-ball. The two females shared in a good-natured laugh, not noticing Little Marcos frown.

I coulda beat her. He protested.

Sure, keep telling yourself that, cub.

Marco turned around and saw Duncan smirking down at him. The older male sat down, drawing a paw over his head. Marco flinched away, and growled challengingly. Who says I have to leave the pride anyways? Gwen and you dont have to!

Thats because Gwen is a lioness and I am the prince.

What if I wanna be prince?

Then challenge me, fuzzy! Duncan growled, but Gwen and LeShawna both knew he was just playing around. Marco crouched down to spring, but as he jumped, Duncan harmlessly batted him away with a forepaw. The males play-fought like this until the sun was highest in the sky. Gwen was dozing peacefully under a nearby lone tree and Leshawna had gone with a hunting party.

Had enough? Duncan sneered, shaking his growing mane. His opponent panted heavily, dirt covering his whole body. With a shake of his head, Marco let out a pitiful roar and bounded at him. Grabbing Duncans muzzle with his paws, he grinned in victory. This didnt last long, as he thrust his head up, tossing Marco many feet behind him.

Igive up. He sighed, his tail waving weakly in mock surrender.

Duncan glanced briefly at him, before stretching out. Not even a moment passed before the Kings call erupted from the main clearing. Food! Little Marco purred, taking off into the grass. Gwen slitted one eye open and groaned.

It better be. She sat up stiffly and followed her brother back to the pride. Duncan waited a few more minutes before finally got up.

When he arrived in the clearing, he let out a long yawn. Blinking, he observed the area. All of the lionesses had gathered around their catch. The dens, caves usually, were deserted, and the other two lions, Justin and Little Marco were pushing through the crowd to get first dibs. Marco was already munching at the prey. Better view revealed the prize to be a couple zebra. Probably lost their herd.

Duncan met up with Gwen and Leshawna, the latter tearing at a leg she had dispatched off a zebra. Gwen yawned and flicked her tail contently. Here comes your father. She pointed out, beckoning to the large mass making its way to the meal. He let out a growl, immediately shooing away most of the lionesses. Laying down to dig into the lunch, the King shifted his eyes around. A young female got to close and he cuffed her harshly away.

Yay, another stupid tradition. Leshawna sighed through the meat. The dominant of the pride always ate first, followed by the other males, and then the lioness got whatever was left over.

Well, Duncan sneered. You wont be starving tonight. You have enough meat there to– the tawny-colored cat hissed and stood up.

What are you saying?

Oh, nothing!

Better be nothing

Gwen watched this is silence, being used to this kind of stuff. She only intervened if she decided that it went to far.

The King finished up his turn, nodding gruffly to Justin and Marco, and then paced over to the trio. What are you doing over here, Duncan? He asked, a growl hidden underneath.

Just talking with them.

Get over there. Its your turn to eat.

Im not very hungry

Now. If not for your stomach, then to remind the lionesses whos in charge. The King took no notice of Gwen or Leshawna, or at least didnt show it. Duncan met his stare, not moving. Now, son! He commanded, finally looking down at the females. What are you doing? Its not your turn. Grabbing the leg in his fangs, the King turned and retreated back to his den.

Leshawna grunted. What the? Youre dad is sooo weird. She told Duncan, who still stood frozen. UhDuncan?

Are you okay? Gwen inquired, sitting up.

Duncan slowly turned around, his mane bristling with anger. Why are there so many rules!? Sometimes I think that Dad is making them up to spite me! Glowering at the ground, Duncan sighed. When Im king, theres gonna be some changes around here. He got up and strode off to eat his share. The girls watched him go in silence.

Wow.

Yep.

Eventually, it was their turn to feed. As they tore at the remains, Gwen noticed her mother laying a way off, watching her intently. Sighing, Gwen finished early, leaving the remainders to Leshawna and the others. What, mom? She asked when she neared her.

The older female flicked her tail, trying in vain to act casual. Oh nothing, I just noticed that you didnt come hunting today. Whys that?

I was hanging out with Duncan, and Marco. Gwen replied coolly.

Her mother frowned. Really, Gwen, dont you have any other friends besides the Prince?

His names Duncan and Leshawna was there too. But then she was called out to hunt.

You were too.

I guess I fell asleep.

Gwen, its great to see you with the Prince. I mean, one day you two could be very happy together and

Mom! Gwen yowled in astonishment.

Hastily, the mom added, Not now of course! But in time, when youre sexually mature

Mom!

Please stop interrupting, dear.

Sexually mature!? She screeched. What are you talking about? We. Are. Just. FRIENDS! Gwen couldnt believe what she was hearing. Did every lion in the pride assume that Duncan and her would be together?

The look she received was doubtful, but her mother continued anyway. But therell be time for that later. Sitting up, she ran her tongue over Gwens head, a sign of affection. For now, you need to perfect your hunting. From now on, I want you to be more responsible.

Gwen couldnt bear any more assumptions about her life. Duncan was her best friend, and she was plenty responsible! Almost every day she looked after Little Marco. And in a way, she kept Duncan from killing himself in some stupid stunt. Turning briskly, away from her mother, she stomped off in the grass, alone. Moms nuts. She hissed through clenched teeth. Not caring where she was going, Gwen continued on through the grass.

Spotting the watering hole, a pond surrounded by bare land and a few trees, Gwen felt relief flood inside of her. This was where she always came to think. None of the older lions came there, which was perfect. Looking back behind her, Gwen estimated that she was about a mile or so away from the clearing. The whole territory was about 10 miles out.

Leaping up into the closest tree, Gwen lay down on a low branch, her front paws hanging out so that they skimmed the pond surface. Why was the pride so complicated? The black-colored lioness pondered silently. Watching the water, she felt herself wishing that she could escape from the life she was born with.

Hours trekked by, her paws occasionally tapping the water below. This sent ripples along it. To anyone else, it meant nothing, but simple things interested Gwen. She was artistic, which is hard to find in an animal. She saw the things no one else did, though it was in front of their eyes.

It was times like this she was grateful she had a place she could go to get away from everyone. Even Duncan and Leshawna. Sighing contently, Gwen felt as if nothing could break the peaceful trance.

Yah right!

Cliffhanger! I meant to have this up last night, but my friend is over for the week and I was exhausted. Don’t worry, the final part of the prologue is already half written, and TDI: GIFTEDS will be up by saturday, as I promised another Fanfic Author.

NEXT TIME: Justin and the King’s plan is revealed, sending our three compadres on their way.