“Look, my love–everywhere the light touches is Tanzania” Musumbi whispered, holding Electrique close to him. The two of them gazed out upon the landscape in front of them happily as the lively savannah shifted about as animal people of different sizes moved upon the grass and waters of the kingdom–it truly seemed like a paradise for any noble to enjoy themselves in.

  A small meerkat wearing a straw hat pops out of the ground beside the lion man. Musumbi glances over at the small creature and gently pulls it out of its little hole. The meerkat seems frightened at first but quickly calms down as Musumbi smiles at the small vermin, cushioning it in his fluffy paw. The meerkat grins back at Musumbi–this truly is a paradise for any noble to satisfy themselves in.

  Musumbi swiftly pops the meerkat into his maw before swallowing it whole. The small mammal forms a bump within the lion’s throat before squeezing down into his belly–satisfying the noble beast. Musumbi belches into his paw and sighs contently–only to be met with the mildly stern gaze of Electrique. “What? I haven't had lunch yet.” he says, using a claw to pick between his teeth.

  “I’m just hoping your parents won’t have the same voraciousness as you.” Electrique huffed, continuing along the path. The two of them were given permission by Spectre to visit Musumbi's parents to celebrate their recent engagement. After about 5 months of working at the diner, Electrique found herself catching feelings for Musumbi and requested for him to marry her. Surprisingly, he said yes instantaneously–no extra attempts were needed! One would criticize the princess for choosing to rush into a relationship so fast. Afterall, she was only 19 years old and Musumbi was her 28 year old coworker–not exactly the most ideal relationship for a young woman. In her defense, however, she is a fairytale princess who works at a sex-diner–who could blame her for trying to put a ring on the only other noble in the business?

  “No worries, Princess–I talk about you guys all the time when I’m having mirror calls with my parents.” Musumbi assures, jogging up to speed with Electrique. “I told them that Pocah and Hauntah are not one of Tanzania’s delectable delicacies–speaking of which, what’s taking those two so long? They’re not the ones carrying our luggage…”

  The two royals glance back behind them and see Zong carrying all of their suitcases upon his shoulders as directed, however, it appears his cheeks have been swollen with something–two somethings, perhaps? Princess Electrique’s silver heels clack against the dirt as she furiously walks back to the hyena. “Zong. Spit my friends out right now.”

  Zong furrows his brows, rolls his golden eyes, before reluctantly spitting the avian and raccoon out from his maw, leaving two smaller animals covered in villainous drool and hyena breath. “There? Do you have your happily ever after now?” he snarled at Electrique.

  “Consider yourself lucky you're not on my kingdom grounds right now or else I would have you executed on the spot for this treason.” she threatened, lifting Pocah and Hauntah into her arms.

  “You, blueblooded little-”

  “Fellas, can we save the banter for later? We only have a day and a half to spend our time here before Spectre will force us to come back to the diner.” Musumbi butted in, fixing his hair within his magic mirror. “We've only got a few more miles to walk.”

  Electrique sighs as she gazes at the road ahead of them. “I knew I should have packed the royal pumpkin…”

  Electrique awkwardly shifted in her seat as a elderly monkey servant approached her, offering a golden platter that was carrying several pieces of raw meat–they appeared to have come from a zebra. Even if she wasn’t a vegan, this meal being offered to her was completely inedible to her. “O-Oh! No thank you, sir!” she declined, trying to keep up some air of elegance in the presence of her fiance’s parents.

  The elderly monkey walked away from the princess’ seat to serve the royal family. Musumbi leans over to Electrique’s side of the table as he grabs a few pieces of zebra meat to put on his plate. “Sorry. My family has a strict meat only diet.” he whispered, not wanting to draw his parent’s attention too much.

  “It’s alright. I’ll just go scavenging with Pocah and Hauntah after dinner.” Electrique replied, petting her two friends underneath the table. Realizing the slight awkwardness of this dinner, Electrique decided to converse with Musumbi’s parents. “So, you majesties, how did you two meet?”

  The lion parents in question halt from their eating–not entirely expecting this question from their son’s fiance. The king swallows a piece of meat before replying to the question, giving the princess a big toothy grin, almost with the same mildly creepy smile as Spectre's. “Ah! Well, the two of us met as children. We were betrothed at birth.” the graying king said.

  The queen nods in agreement, casually grabbing the elderly monkey servant standing nearby the table and slamming him on a silver platter in the center of the table. She sprinkles various spices upon him as she glances over at Electrique with slight bitterness yet not purely malicious. “Truthfully, we weren’t exactly expecting our son to…marry outside his species without properly telling or showing us–but I suppose it’s alright if our bloodline is less than pure in the future.”

  The princess freezes up at this comment briefly, only taken out of her trance when she hears the queen lull the elderly monkey on the table to sleep. Electrique rises from her chair and curtsies. “Pardon me, but I’m going to go out for some fresh air for a moment.” she says quietly, gathering up Pocah and Hauntah from under the table.

  The princess rises from her chair and briskly walks out of the dining room through the door leading to the royal gardens. Musumbi pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. “Mother…could you have saved that comment for after dinner?”

  “You already know you were supposed to be betrothed to the lioness of the mountains. I have no idea why you chose some…human to be your bride.” the queen replies with an arrogant huff, using a kitchen knife to shave off the fur of the sleeping monkey–preparing it to be feasted upon as the main course.

  “I already told you, it was to help her out with something and it spiraled into a genuine love.” Musumbi raised his voice, standing up from his chair. “I’m going to go check on her. Save some monkey meat for me, alright?”

  The prince exits out the door and trudges through the palace gardens for about a minute. To his surprise, he found Electrique picking from a berry bush with Pocah and Hauntah. She only notices Musumbi when he crushes a twig underneath one of his paws. “Oh! Musumbi, I didn’t expect you to follow me. My apologies, was this bush off-limits?”

  “No, no. It’s alright–I should be the one apologizing. My mother shouldn’t have-”

  “Oh, no, no! Please don’t think your mother was the reason I came out here. I am mildly peeved at her comment about me but that wasn’t what upset me.” she quickly assured before seating herself down on a nearby bench, patting the empty seat next to her. Musumbi gets the message and sits himself beside her, waiting for her to explain herself. “You see, I haven’t told my father yet about our relationship–even when we were allowed to visit our family during the holiday break.”

  “Why?”

  Electrique rises from the bench as a harp-like melody begins playing throughout the garden–it has a surprisingly mermaid-like energy to it despite the current environment. As to be expected from a fairytale princess in distress, she was about to start singing alongside this melody.

  “Father wants me to kiss my one true love,

  He wants me to break the curse placed by my mother.

  But what he doesn’t know is that—well, I grew to love it.

  A joyous cursed princess is completely unheard of,

  Maidens are expected to live ever after perfectly.

  But an expectation like that—I defy it.”

  Pocah and Hauntah paraded around the princess as she sang. Usually they would take her songs as an opportunity to converse with the friendly woodland creatures that might approach her during this–the animal people of Tanzania are much too sapient to be attracted to Electrique's songs and much too instinct-driven to converse with two small critters. This jolly dancing ritual is short-lived when Musumbi suddenly clears his throat. “Hate to cut your song short, Princess, but I'd like to still be able to fit in my loincloth when we return back to the table.”

  The princess sheepishly looked back at her fiance–she's had her cursed voice for so long that sometimes she forgets its effect on the men around her. Musumbi's bulky, muscular, yet ever so slightly chubby body has grown in size from her cursed melody. His big biceps have definitely enlarged–Electrique couldn't quite tell if it swelled exclusively with fat or if a small amount of muscle was applied too. It was usually a bit of a gamble with the kinds of growth effects her songs would apply. She was leaning towards the latter as the lion's legs developed visible muscle mass(albeit underneath some body fat) that caused his thighs to grow to the size of tree trunks. Musumbi’s pecs have grown into a sizable pair of moobs, each breast being about the size of Electrique's royal pumpkin(the perfect size to be turned into a carriage yet so easily portable). If the princess were to wedge her penis within the cleavage, it would be lost upon all the girth and fat. The final piece de résistance was the big belly her fiance grew. It definitely wasn't quite as big as Chumby Bear's stomach but still left an amazing impression–with his current physique, it almost looks as if a slightly deflated yoga ball was attached to his torso. The longer the princess gazed upon her fiance's body, the more the skirt of her dress was lifted up by her erection.

  “Enjoying the view, Princess?” Musumbi teased, flexing one of his arms as if to confirm there is definitely muscle underneath them. Electrique blushed, covering her tent with her hands. The lion chuckled, rising from the bench and approaching his fiance. He towered over her and planted a hand on her shoulder. “My dad probably is gonna make me work this gut all off tonight–would like to enjoy it while it lasts?” he asked, shaking his belly with his paws.

  “Yes…YES! Come to mama!” Electrique exclaimed, grabbing Pocah and Hauntah by their necks and shoving them deep into a nearby vase and dashing to the large lion. The two critters squeaked in anger at their friend's carelessness before using the opportunity to play tic-tac-toe with the dirt and rocks within it.

  Musumbi smirked at Electrique before grabbing her by her bodice and tossing her down onto the grab beneath them. The lion climbed on all fours and loomed over her, putting his face close to hers. He brought a claw thumb to her lips and pulled her mouth open, beginning to push his tongue into her mouth. Because of Electrique's nature as a fairytale princess, kissing Musumbi would cause him to turn into a human prince. The couple found out after a show that they could avoid this effect as long as Electrique's lips were not planted upon Musumbi's body–french kisses became a preferred method of intimacy between the two of them.

  Electrique was filled with joy as she sucked and fondled the rough lion tongue deep in her mouth–had her mouth not been occupied, she would have sung about her enjoyment of the thick lion tongue threatening to enter into her esophagus. The joy immediately switched to one of anger and cruelty the minute she felt a fluffy paw squeeze upon one of her breasts. The princess slapped the lion hard across his muzzle. “Oi! Remember your place, feline!” she hissed.

  The lion blinked a few times before smiling at her. “Ohhhh. Right, sorry.” he apologized before lifting up the maiden's skirt and sliding down her panties. Her erection swung out, scattering a small amount of precum upon Musumbi’s chin. He licked up the free sample from his fiance's penis before pushing his belly fat upon the artery–it twitched with every second the pudge rubbed up against its shaft. “Alright. Now that I've satisfied your demands, it's time for you to satisfy mine.”

  The princess could barely even register the amount of pleasure she felt when her fiance

  dropped his big body on top of her, crushing her beneath his weight and fur. “Oomfph! Careful there–I'm quite delicate.” she chided, playfully scratching the chin of Musumbi.

  “Delicate? Are you delicate enough for this?” Before the princess could question the lion, a loud rumbling lurches from his belly, sending a power wave of vibrations upon the princess' cock. The rumbling travels up to the upper crevice of the lion's belly, through his chest, up his throat, and erupting out of his mouth as huge-

  BWWWAAAAAAUUUUUURRRPPP!!!

  A gaseous belch blew directly into the princess’ face–she could practically smell the various meats from different animals her fiance had devoured. Astonished by the lion prince's repulsive yet manly action, Electrique unleashed her fluids underneath Musumbi's grand belly, coating the two of them in semen. The lion blinked a few times, not expecting his love to ejaculate so quickly. “Geez! That was quick–I'm not even fully hard yet!” he said, lifting himself off the princess–webs of gooey semen connecting them together.

  “That's okay–we can do it again!”

  “Uuurp! Wait, wha-?”

  In a ridiculously impossible yet somehow possible flash, Electrique pushed Musumbi onto his back and spread his legs apart. Not caring whether or not she was properly lubed up, she slammed her penis deep into his rear. Musumbi squealed as he felt the organ pulling and pushing against the walls of his intestines. “Hey, hey! S-Slow down! Just slow-” Musumbi's muzzle was quickly muted by Electrique's hand as she joyously pounded his ass, a repetitive loud and yet wet clapping sound ringing throughout the forest. Perhaps if the two of them were having sex quieter, they would have heard the sound of a tape recorder and camera clicking behind them as a giant dogman thuds off into a hidden portal.

  Zong glances down at the fornicating couple from a tree. As a hyena soldier, he wasn't allowed to eat with the royal family and had to stay within the garden until dinner was over–he gained a lot of information and weight from the princess from her melody from earlier by hiding in the large oak tree.

  Biting into the flesh of a toucan he caught outside, Zong smiled sinisterly down at the couple. “So the delicate princess is expected to marry her one true love–I wonder how willing that lucky man would be to kill a lion…” he whispered to himself, a devious plan for Musumbi's downfall form in his head as he wrote down a new plan on his personal scroll of villainous plans.

  “Please, Spectre!” Electrique pleaded, climbing up one of the large, furry biceps of the dogman as he brushed the teeth of his mask before scrubbing the teeth of his shadowy inner face. “Musumbi and I just need to head back to my kingdom to tell my father about our engagement.”

  Spectre's two pairs of eyes glanced down at the princess briefly in mild disinterest before quickly spitting out toothpaste residue. “Let me think about this–no.” he said firmly, shrugging Electrique off his arm.

  “But, Spectre-!”

  “You and Musumbi already took a day and a half off when you visited his parents to celebrate your engagement. You both gotta wait 2 months if you want to go on vacation again.”

  “But it's not a vacation!” Electrique replied, slamming her hand upon the bathroom counter. “I need inform my father that-”

  “Yeah, yeah, yeah. You have to tell your father that you won't be breaking your curse–I heard you gush about it in castle gardens.” Spectre interrupted, magically summoning a DVD from his fingertips. “You ought to skip on the info dumping before you start getting it on with your coworkers–the customers already know about your curse. It's not a big secret.”

  “But that's not- What I was trying to get at- Ugh! You can be really bossy sometimes, y’know that?!” Electrique squealed, tugging at the pink fabric of her nightgown.

  “Well I am your boss–and by technical standards, your grandfather, since I created your reel–so you should expect me to be a little bit bossy.” The dogman gave the princess a smug grin with his shadowy face.

  “I'll suck your dick if you let us go.”

  Spectre patted the human woman's dark brown hair. “Firstly, don't be desperate–hold some standards for yourself. Secondly, no you won't–you gave Zong twelve black eyes in the first month of you working here when he tried to get you to suck him off.” Spectre kneeled his giant height down to Electrique’s level, pushing his big muzzle into her personal space. “Thirdly, respect my authority as your boss and grandparent–you and Musumbi are not going anywhere.”

  The princess yelled in frustration and stormed out of the bathroom, much too angry to realize she accidentally slammed Pocah and Hauntah against the outside wall of the bathroom with the door–the two woodland critters somehow weren't immediately killed from the princess’ aggression. Electrique made her way to Musumbi, who was playing a card game with Scrumper, Chumby Bear, and Bunny Bee. “Musumbi. Spectre isn't going to-”

  The lion held an arrogant paw up to his fiance, much too invested in the card game at hand.”Hold it, love. This prince is about to get a flawless victory in-”

  Electrique angrily snatched the cards from his clutches. “Neither of us is getting a flawless victory because Spectre isn't letting us return back to my kingdom!”

  Musumbi went quiet, as did the rest of the table once the princess voiced her dissatisfaction. “He isn't? Well maybe if we suck his-”

  “That won't work–I tried.” The princess interrupted.

  As Pocah and Hauntah returned to their princess’ side to calm her nerves, a certain hyena approached the table from the shadows. He planted his two paws upon Chumby Bear and Scrumper's shoulders. “Sounds like our favorite damsel is in distress.”

  “Holy Combs!” Chumby Bear squealed upon Zong's touch, instinctively jumping into Scrumper's much smaller arms and body for protection. “Don't scare us like that, Zong!”

  “You're hurting me…” Scrumper whined, being crushed underneath the weight of the giant honey bear.

  Zong rolled his eyes and ignored the two of them as he circled around the table to approach Electrique. “I'm willing to assist you in your return to your kingdom, princess.”

  The mildly threatening anger of Electrique quickly transformed into a bright joyousness. “You will–really?!”

  Zong nodded and made his way over to Musumbi. “Absolutely–for a price of course.”

  The hyena grabbed the lion's muzzle and forced his jaw open.

  “P-Price? What kind of price?” Musumbi sputtered as his mouth was being held open.

  Zong reached into his pocket and pulled out a silver tiara with a lightning bolt jewel upon its front. Electrique's eyes immediately widened upon recognition of the royal accessory. “Why did you take my tiara?”

  Zong tossed the crown over to the princess with a sinister smile . “I want one of your fiance's teeth–whack it out.” The hyena commanded calmly.

  “W-Whack a tooth out?!” Musumbi exclaimed in horror. “Zong, please, how about I double your pay this month-”

  “Zip it.” The hyena replied, prying the lion's mouth wider. Zong used a finger to gesture for Electrique to carry on.

  The princess looked down at her tiara briefly. Is she really about to rip out one of her future husband's teeth for the sake of going back to her homeland. How could a princess justify such cruelty?

  BAM!

  POP!

  Surprisingly easily. All Electrique had to do was channel the current amount of fury she had towards Spectre's forbidment on her request to travel into one hard swing. It was usually the norm for the princess to maintain her anger and aggression–a princess shan't outwardly yell at the people who anger her, but she can express her bloodthirst through other means. One arguably could debate if her internalized cruelty came as an after effect of her mother’s curse upon her family–though the happy smile upon Electrique's face as she handed the lion's sharp molar to Zong suggested otherwise.

  Musumbi hyperventilated as he felt the large gap in his gum. “Holy shit! That was my fucking tooth!”

  Zong held up hand to Musumbi. “Cry me a river, Blueblood. I'll make you a serum to grow it right back.”

  “It was still my tooth!” the lion wailed.

  “So, I guess you're still choosing to disobey me, Princess.”

  Everyone in the diner halts as Spectre trudges into the room–it was so silent that you could hear a pen drop and a villainous hyena secretly descend into the shadows of the diner.

  “Please, Spectre.” Electrique begs. “I have to return back to my kingdom!”

  “The customers aren't gonna pay highly if they notice you're gone.” Spectre replies, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

  Musumbi steps in between the two of them. “If it helps, I could message my parents to send a loan to this place in our absence. My mirror can transport currency between worlds.” he said, presenting his magic mirror.

  Spectre goes silent for a moment, seeming to be drifting in thought before snapping his fingers–seeming to develop an idea. “Actually, I have a better idea. I'll allow you two to go if you can mark down a place where there will be a good business opportunity for us in the kingdom.” The large dogman then magically pulls a tiny satellite from his sleeve and plants it in Electrique's hand.

  The princess and the lion looked at each other happily before giving Spectre big smiles. “Thank you so much!” they said in unison.

  WHACK!

  Upon a surprise hit from a frying pan, Spectre fell down to the floor with a loud boom. Zong stands triumphantly over the dogman as he spins the skillet on his finger. “And that's why I'm the best knight in Tanzania!”

  “Zong! What the hell?!” Musumbi shouted.

  “What?”

  “He was going to let us go!”

  Zong looked down at Spectre's comatosed corpse before looking back at the couple with a sheepish smile. “Oops.”

  Scrumper and Chumby Bear rush to Spectre side to aid him, followed by a distressed Bunny Bee. “He got concussed pretty badly, but he'll be fine.” The honey bear assures, smearing globs of honey from Bunny Bee's body over the forming bruise upon Spectre's head whilst Scrumper digs for an ice pack in his toony pocket-throat.

  Electrique awkwardly clears her throat as Pocah and Hauntah approach the princess with her suitcases. “Well…Zong, you did say you were going to help us get to my kingdom. How did you plan on doing that?”

  The hyena grins as he pulls out his golden spear. “I know a little bit of magic–it's a talent I always have possessed.”

  “A talent I'm just now learning about…?” Musumbi interrupted, seemingly skeptical of his knight's words.

  “You're not entitled to know everything about me, feline!” Zong spat as he spun his spear and began chanting an incantation. “Spearus, Teleportus, Princessus!”

  Within a flash, Electrique, Zong, Musumbi, Pocah, and Hauntah vanished from the diner without a trace.

  “Wow.” Scrumper said. “I guess it's just now–all alone.”

  “Huh. You're right. We are all alone.” Chumby Bear replied, resting Spectre on the diner's stage.

  The frog-like alien and the honey bear stared at each other in silence for a moment. Bunny Bee nudged at Chumby Bear's leg, confused by what's going on.

  The honey jar quickly earned its answer when Chumby Bear grabbed them by the ears and slammed the jar-rabbit's body against a nearby table, cracking open its honey innards. It screeched in pain as Chumby Bear used its goo to lube up his thick erection.

  Scrumper approached Chumby Bear with a lewd smile, somehow ignoring the cries of the bunny-jar. “Chumby?”

  “Yes?”

  “How calorie-dense is your honey?” Scrumper asked, stripping out of his red overalls and allowing his hairy hard-on to be presented.

  “I don't know the technicalities, but dense enough to make someone gain weight within a short amount of time– it even makes your dick bigger. Shame the effects aren't permanent.” Chumby Bear answered, shrugging off his blue trousers. He lifted his hat to reveal two big jars of honey that somehow fit under his small brimmed hat.

  The bear tossed a jar to Scrumper, who immediately downed a quarter of the jar.

  Scrumper's hairy belly erupted a loud gurgle as he bent over the table to spread his asscheeks, fat already piling upon his abs. The alien let out a croak-like moan as he felt his hands fill up with newly grown assfat, allowing his originally mostly flat yet muscular rear to balloon into two big melon globes of pudge.

  Chumby Bear approached Scrumper from behind and reached a finger down to massage the puffy taint below his hole. Feeling frisky, the honey bear took the opportunity to tug at that now hyper-enlarged cock and balls of the alien–teasingly rubbing the green cock-head against the tiles of the diner's floor. “Just stick it in me already!” Scrumper croaked inpatiently.

  Chumby Bear chucked before inserting his honey coated penis into Scrumper's pudgy cheeks, allowing the two of them to engage in jolly intercourse. Scrumper took the opportunity to decapitate his own head and tossed it up Chumby Bear, warmly pushing his long, orange tongue deep into the bear's bluish mouth. The two toonish animal men enjoy a passionate kiss as they continued fucking–a kiss so passionate, they were able to completely ignore the loud cries and screams of Bunny Bee as it continued bleeding out honey upon the table.

  “Electrique, I placed the satellite like you asked?” Musumbi called out as he scaled up the princess’ tower's steps. “Electrique?”

  As the lion approached the top of the tower, he heard the maiden's cursed melody echoing throughout the tower. Upon hearing the song, Musumbi already felt himself growing slightly too big for his loincloth. The lion prince was about to call for his fiance again before Zong came out of a nearby door wearing comically large-sized earplugs. “The little earworm is taking her daily bath right now.”

  “That ‘little earworm’ is my fiance.” Musumbi grunted, unappreciative towards his knight's insult towards the princess.

  “Then get your fiance to stop singing.” Zong spat as he walked away. “This tower has a weight limit, Growthspurt.”

  Musumbi looked down at his body and was mildly surprised by how quickly his physique expanded from the melody. His muscles have grown much stronger and generous helping of body fat has coated his figure. Had he'd grown some extra height, he'd have a near identical body type to Spectre. It wasn't anything unusual for him–working at a magical sex-diner that primarily indulges in fat-fetishism for a year naturally would make a person become nonchalant to their weight dramatically changing within a short period of time. That being said, it was a bit unexpected for him to enlarge so much from the singing princess.

  The now larger lion patted his newly formed gut and lumbered to the bathroom of the tower. He tapped his claws upon the door, immediately causing the vocalizing princess to halt her singing. “Come in!”

  With a small creak, the lion pushed open the door to see the fairytale princess resting in a bubble bath whilst Pocah and Hauntah reheated the small coals underneath the tub to keep the soapy water warm. Musumbi approached the tub and rested his head upon its edge. “I placed the satellite in the town square like you asked. Spectre and the others have already made themselves right at home in the village.” the lion yawned. “You have quite a lot of civilians protesting against the taxes.”

  “Is that so?” Electrique cooed as she lathered soap into her dark locks. Upon the sight of her future husband giving her a head-nod, the princess used her fingers to blow a whistle. Within a few seconds, two vultures flew onto the open windowsill of the bathroom window. “My two loyal vultures, please gather your fellow avians and have them peck out the eyes of everyone who is currently protesting against the taxes–bite off their fingers if there is any resistance.” the princess commanded with a smile. “Oh! And let my friend, Spectre, know that he can set up his work in the local inn. Tell him he can just kill the two barkeepers in there–they've been conspiring against me anyways.”

  The two vultures nodded and took off to the sky to carry out their princess’ violent requests. “A little harsh, don't you think?” Musumbi commented, washing his furry face with the tub water.

  “Says the prince who ate an innocent meerkat alive.” Electrique teased, splashing a small bit of water at the feline before seizing the opportunity to massage his big chest with her soapy hands.

  “Touche.” he purred as his fiance's palms squished and squeezed into his pecs.

  The moment of intimacy between the two is quickly interrupted when Zong peaks his head into the bathroom. “Is that golden prince climbing up the side of the tower supposed to be your father?”

  Electrique groans, pulling herself out of the bathtub as Pocah hands her a towel whilst Hauntah drains the soapy water. “That glowstick of a twink is my ‘one true love’. Restrain him when you get the chance, Zong.” the princess explained in annoyance as she dried herself off. Zong nodded before leaving the bathroom, presumably going off to stalk in the shadows.

  “Oh, right. You told me about this guy.” Musumbi said. “One kiss from him, and your singing curse is gone. Have you tried-?”

  “Yes, I tried rejecting him since the day my father introduced me to him–for the past 10 years I've been rejecting him since my father introduced me to him.” Electrique interrupted as she slid on her blue and yellow spring dress. “He's so adamant about the two of us breaking the curse, getting married, having fifty kids,and blah, blah, blah! Not even my sisters’ husbands are this…routine-driven.”

  Musumbi chuckles as he stands up, freshening up his mane in his mirror. “Well, once this ‘one true love’ of your's sees you're gonna soon be married to this devilishly handsome cat, he's sure to back off.”

  “You speak false words, ferocious beast!”

  Standing within the doorway is an angry looking blonde man wielding a sword made out of pure gold. The man seems to be no older than 30 and is dressed in a royal suit that appears to have been woven from pure sunlight. Upon his back is a blue cape that seems to drag the clear skies of the kingdom around with him. This man truly is someone who is worthy to break a damsel's curse–or so he thinks.

  “I told you I never wanted to see you again, Solstice!” Electrique shouted furiously.

  Musumbi rolled his eyes and approached the slender man. “Listen, kid. Electrique and I are getting married. So if you could just-”

  The sun-covered prince hastily shoved the golden weapon straight into the lion's nose, causing a tiny droplet of blood to leak from it. “Silence! You are not the princess’ true groom–you can't break her curse with a true love's kiss! Who are you anyway?”

  The feline swatted the weapon away with a paw. “I am Musumbi, Prince of Tanzania–mind your manners, pal.” he snarled.

  “I will not mind my manner for some homewrecker from a made up country! Any last words, foul beast?!”

  “Oh brother…”

  “Zong, grab him.” Electrique commanded firmly. Within an instance of surprise and impossibility, Zong dropped from the bathroom ceiling and tackled the golden prince to the ground. The hyena untied his red loincloth and wrapped the fabric around Solstice's limbs, leaving the knight's family jewels exposed whilst the golden prince was restrained upon the ground.

  “Let me go! This is most uncouth!” Solstice shouted as Zong held his head down with a foot-paw.

  Electrique crouched in front of her “one true love” and snatched his lips between her fingers. “Let me make this clear to you, Solstice. I will not, I will never, and I don't want to kiss you!” she shouted. “What's so complicated about my orders?!”

  “Mmphf! You and your...mmmather's…mmmurse!”

  “I already told you, I'll deal with our curses on my own. I don't need you.” Electrique said coldly before turning to Zong. “Dispose of him.”

  “Wait.” Zong said with a sinister smile. “I just thought of something better we could do instead.”

  “Arrgh! Stop it! Let me go!” The golden prince shouted as the hyena bent him over a coffee table.

  The thought in question Zong was thinking of was to force the stubborn noble to watch a terrible sight. A sight so terrible that it would awaken a vile and advantageous feeling of jealousy for the hyena to exploit…

  Electrique pushed Musumbi onto her bed and spread his furry legs wide as he rested on his back. The princess clapped her hands to order Pocah to fly upon Musumbi's crotch and peel off his loincloth. Hauntah scurried underneath Electrique's skirt to remove her laced panties upon her penis. The two critters then ran off to another room to shield their eyes from the shameless display of intimacy.

  Musumbi suddenly snatched up Electrique and pulled her onto the bed with him. “Let me guide us this time.” he purred as he began fondling the maiden's cock beneath the fabric of her dress. Electrique huffed in delight at the warm feeling of her fiance’s paws upon her genitalia, cuddling close to his chest. Shifting her head slightly, she buried her face into one of his armpits and inhaled its scent. “Musumbi?” she mumbled.

  “Yes, love?

  “You haven't bathed this week, have you?”

  “You know you love my musk.”

  “I never said I didn't.” she smiled, pulling her head to french kiss the lion's muzzle.

  The golden prince let out a cry. “Stop that! It's supposed to be me, not him!” he shouted as Zong continued to force him to watch his “true love” enjoy her lion fiance's tongue.

  Zong tugged Solstice's head towards him, his claws piercing the sun-tanned cheeks of the human prince. “Don't worry, Blondie–you won't be left out.”

  Before the prince could even attempt to intervene, the hyena forced his muzzle upon the human's lips and shoved his thick tongue deep into the noble's mouth. Solstice gagged at the flavor of the beastly organ assaulting his tastebuds–the hyena's tongue somehow had the flavor of a variety of different meats and other various organic materials unbeknownst to the golden prince. After a bit of struggling, Solstice managed to pull his mouth away from the hyena's tongue, however, the foreign meat flavor collage still wreaked havoc upon his mouth.

  “Hack- Blegh! What in God's name was in my mouth?!” the prince complained, spitting out as much of the hyena saliva out as he could. “So slippery and slimy!”

  “The tongue of Tanzania's best knight, Glowstick!” Zong said with a villainous smile before yanking the prince's head to turn it towards the princess’ bed. “Oh, look. Your ‘one true love’ is about to fuck her future husband–isn't that sweet?”

  “What?!” Solstice shrieked as he watched the lion plant his big derriere upon the princess's erection, completely concealing the organ. Electrique thrusted her hips as Musumbi slammed his bottom up and down upon her penis. The joyous moans of the princess and her fiance were like nails on chalkboard to the golden prince.“No…no!”

  Zong turns to you, the reader, breaking the fourth wall as he points at the wailing prince with a paw. “What a baby!”

  “This is all wrong! Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong!” the prince tantrumed, repeatedly slamming his head upon the wooden coffee table.

  “Such a tragedy for you–your ‘one true love’ is enjoying a complete stranger more than she ever will with you.” Zong taunted in the prince's ear. “What would you do to make all of this go away?”

  “Anything, anything…!” the prince wept into the coffee table.

  With a sinister smile, Zong scooped up the slim noble onto one of his shoulders. “I'll be disposing of this guy now, Princess.”

  Electrique didn't look at the hyena, still too busy thrusting her dick deep into her fiance. After Zong cleared his throat to get her attention, she finally responded. “Oh…j-just do whatever you…w-want…” she slurred, succumbed with an intense euphoria of thick, juicy lion ass on her genitalia. She briefly stopped thrusting to properly speak to her fiance's knight. “Meet us at my father's palace at noon. It's that big gold and silver castle in the sky–you can't miss it.”

  Zong nodded and left the bedroom with Solstice, leaving the couple alone. Musumbi looked at a nonexistent watch on his wrist before addressing his fiance. “Uh? Electrique, it's almost noon. Are you gonna finish anytime soon?”

  “Yes…just give me a minute, precum takes a minute to load up.” she responded, thrusting her hips a little faster.

  “Precum?! You came so fast when we were in my royal garden the other day and now you're suddenly slow?!”

  “Hey! It's not my fault you burped in my face!”

  Musumbi looked at Electrique with a completely blank look for a hot minute, eventually breaking the silence. “Damn, you're a fucking pervert.”

  “Musumbi!” Electrique gasped angrily.

  “Hold it–let me speed things up for us. I bought a nice steak from the village today and it's already doing wonders to my handsome stomach.” To emphasize his point, the lion slammed his fiance's head against his strong yet pudgy gut. The only thing the princess could hear at this point was a thick slab of meat slowly boiled away into calories by the beastman's belly. Musumbi couldn't help but snicker at how quickly he felt the princess’ penis balloon up in size within his colon. “That was fast! Do you want to actually ‘meat’ this steak now?”

  Electrique rolled her eyes at the corny joke. “Just burp in my face, Hairball.”

  “Alright, alright!”

  Musumbi pounded against his chest a few times with a paw and held up a finger. After a moment, the lion clutched the princess' dark locks and pulled her close to a face. She smiled as the sound of quiet gurgling in her fiance's throat rumbled into a loud…

  BWWWAAARRRRPPP!

  “Yes! Fuck yes!” Electrique screamed in delight as the digested stench of village steak invaded her nostrils. Such a simple belch had enough power to make a blueblooded princess’ cock leak into her fiance's ass. However–to the bafflement of her future husband–she immediately pulled her dick out the lion's rear, causing a small but audible fart to escape his ass.

  “Huh?! Love, what are you- NRrrMmphf!” Musumbi was quickly silenced with a gushing princess dick shoved into his muzzle.

  Electrique mumbled to herself in ecstasy as she unleashed her load all over Musumbi's tongue. Despite the average-sized penis in his mouth, a rather shocking amount of cum was forced down his esophagus like a milkshake. Musumbi tapped at Electrique's thigh, demanding an answer to what's going on. After flipping her hair with her hand, she calmly answered the lion. “I want to drink all of my seed–I want you to hold everything going inside down for as long as possible until I introduce you to my family. I want the first thing for them to see is a devilishly handsome lion belching in front of them–in fact, burp in my father's face while you're at it!”

  “Mmmphf- Gulp! Mmmph?!”

  “Watch those teeth.” the princess warned before sighing in joy. “Oh! I can already see their reactions to the sight of a musky prince displaying such signs of ill-mannered masculinity–just the thought is making me wanna cum again!”

  Upon the mention of the action, Electrique's artery hardened again inside of Musumbi's muzzle, somehow not triggering the canine's gag-reflex. The lion sighed in defeat. This is going to be a long blowjob…

  “Thank you for driving us here, Chumby Bear!” Electrique said as she stepped off the magically ,size-changing, honey train. Pocah and Hauntah skittered behind the princess off the vehicle, followed by a very cum-bloated Musumbi.

  “No problem, Princess!” the honey bear replied from the driver's window before sheepishly looking down at the bloodied wheels of the train. “Sorry that I ran over a few of your subjects though… Bunny Bee felt too sick to build an entire railroad to the castle. Not sure why…”

  “Oh, it's alright! Hauntah told me they were stealing from the rich and given to the poor like absolute heathens. Asha Village has no need for such people.” the princess said with a smile before leaning herself close to the driver's window. “Oh! And there's one more thing I need you to help me with!”

  “What?”

  Inaudible to Pocah, Hauntah, Musumbi, and the reader of this story, Electrique whispered her request into Chumby Bear's round ears. The honey bear nodded at every word she told him before quickly hopping out of the train with a feather duster in his gloved hand and proceeded to clean up the honey train, making sure to remove the blood upon the wheels. A heavily bandaged Bunny Bee quickly followed after the big bear with a bottle of soap to help clean off the blood and dirt upon the train–unfortunately for the sapient honey jar, Chumby Bear accidentally lifted up Bunny Bee and flipped its lid off. Believing he was currently holding the soap, the bear dug the feather duster deep inside Bunny Bee's honey innards and spreaded the “soap” upon the dirt of the train. It took a pained scream from the little jar for the bear to realize his mistake.

  Electrique giggled at the morbid sight before quickly rushing to catch up with Musumbi, Pocah, and Hauntah. She followed the three animals up the silver and gold staircase of the palace, only to be met with a big sign on the front doors that said: “The Royal Family has gone out for the day. They'll be back soon. Please remember to pay your taxes or else you'll be beheaded”.

  The princess huffed in frustration. “Well that just killed my boner. The one time to enjoy some kinky humiliation is gone.”

  Musumbi looked over at Electrique with narrow eyes. “You've been asking for a lot recently, Love…”

  “Is that a problem?” Electrique questioned, accidentally dripping a bit of sassiness in her speech.

  Musumbi turned his body towards, raising his big biceps to flex. “You have a handsome lion prince right in your grasp and yet you still ask for me to be humiliated in front of your family?”

  “I fail to see your concern, Musumbi. What are you getting at?”

  A toothy grin spread across the feline's face as he backed the princess into the silver walls of the palace, his natural musk being the only source of fresh air she had currently. “I think you need to be humbled.”

  Before Electrique could respond, Musumbi lifted her up into the air by her long dark locks. Due to her fairytale princess nature, this action caused her no pain upon her scalp or neck –that didn't erase her current feelings of fear and partial arousal at fiance's sudden showcase of brute strength.

  “Uh…I'm sorry?” Electrique squeaked out.

  Musumbi rolled his eyes. “Nope, too late for that. We're gonna play by my rules now.”

  Out of protectiveness for their princess, Pocah and Hauntah quickly nibbled at Musumbi's limbs. The lion grunted in pain briefly before shoving two woodland critters deep away into the soil of a nearby flowerpot. The two animals snarled at the lion as they struggled to free themselves from the dirt.

  “Now, where were we?” the feline cooed before firmly patting his bloated stomach. “Oh, right.”

  Uuurrrrrrrp!

  The lion belched into the princess’ face, messing up her bangs completely. As quick as the toxic winds escaped the lion's throat, Electrique's dick stood at attention from the meaty smell. She tried to reach a gloved hand down to pleasure her cock, but was quickly halted by her fiance's paw. Electrique looked into his eyes with desperation. “Please…”

  “I only burped once and you already want to unleash your seed. Pathetic.” Musumbi laughed at her. “How about this? I'll tell you when you're allowed to blow your load–if you let it out early, you owe me 50 gold coins.”

  “Musumbi! You asshole! I'm not gonna give-”

  “And just to make sure we're keeping track of things…” Musumbi slammed his crotch close to the princess, lifted up her blue skirt, and dug into her panties. After a bit of finessing and fidgety with his paws, Electrique's cock was wedged into the waistband of Musumbi's loincloth–the head of her penis was forced to rub against the furred shaft of the lion. Musumbi wiggled his hips in satisfaction. “There we go! Nice and snug.”

  “Nnrrgh! Y-you're cheating! Quit shaking it!” Electrique squealed, feeling her penis harden against the big, warm lion cock.

  “What? Can't handle a little challenge?” Musumbi teased before grunting at the feeling of his stomach gurgling. “Speaking of challenge…”

  Boooooouuurroruuup!

  Uuurrrp!

  Electrique fanned the foul winds assaulting her face, trying not to get even more turned on by the meaty stench. “Stop it! I'm not gonna pay you shit!”

  “Princess, I can already feel your precum dribbling on my cock.” Musumbi teased, shivering slightly at the sticky substance leaking from the hairless penis. “Awfully cold though–let's warm things up, shall we?”

  Electrique's eyes widened at her fiance's words, knowing what “action” the lion was alluding to. “Musumbi, I swear to God if you rip ass-”

  Brrrrrrpptt!

  Prt!

  BRRRrrrrrppllltttt!!!

  A warm, smelly sensation spread through the lion's loincloth as he passed wind from the backend–a powerful fart that vibrated against the beige fabric and the two arteries inside it. The maiden panicked as more and more precum began gushing from her penis, signaling her impending orgasm. “N-No, no, no, no!” Electrique whimpered, gripping the base of her cock to prevent any more fluid from escaping.

  Musumbi snickered at the princess’ whining before his muzzle dramatically scrunched up in disgust, now experiencing his own stench. “Ack! Damn! I really dropped off a bomb. Smell it.” the lion said, using a paw to waft scent over to the princess. “Smell this handsome beast's gas.”

  “Stop that!” Electrique screamed, attempting to cover her nose before her hand was quickly halted by her future husband's paw, forced to inhale the scent. As the toxic fumes invaded her nose, a red blush of lust adorned her dark face. With a lewd shriek, ribbons of semen escaped from her penis and landed upon the lion's shaft and dampened the inside of his loincloth.

  With a smug smile, Musumbi allowed Electrique to drop onto the floor and gave her a small kiss on her forehead. “You owe me 50 gold coins.” he whispered into her ear.

  “You know what?! Fine–have my coins!” Electrique said with a fake sense of confidence as several tears streamed down her face at the small loss of money from her grand total savings. She tossed a small bag of coins over to Musumbi whilst digging a mildly annoyed Pocah and Hauntah out from the soil of the flower pot. “I don't give a fuck about those coins! You think I give a fuck–cause I don't! Those coins meant nothing to me! I don't even care!”

  The raccoon, the avian, and the lion all could tell the princess was internally dying on the inside as if she were a native-born noble being colonized and forced into slavery by a foreign country–all over a rather trivial amount of money, mind you. Electrique's pity party was short-lived when the sound of a horse-drawn carriage grew close to the castle. She quickly dried her tears and fixed up her appearance as she raced towards the vehicle. Almost instantly, the princess’ joy returned as she watched the gaudy pumpkin carriage halt in front of her and magically open its door to thirteen older princesses wearing gold and silver dresses and one old king with a dark and scaly caudal fin instead of legs–these people were Princess Electrique’s family!

  “Electrique! You've returned!” the princesses cheered as they quickly climbed out of the carriage to hug their little sister. A handful of small woodland creatures followed afterwards to greet Pocah and Hauntah, both of whom were scurrying over to the scene.

  “The squirrels alerted us of your presence. How long are you staying with us, child?” her father asked, maneuvering his thick tail out of the carriage and slithering over to his youngest daughter.

  “Only for a little a while.” Electrique said with a smile before gesturing to the muscular lion approaching the family. “Guys, I'd like you to meet my fiance.”

  “What?! Fiance?!” her father shouted in disbelief.

  “Yes, fiance.” Electrique restated awkwardly, already sensing her father's disapproval of her partner. “Everyone, this is Musumbi–Prince of Tanzania. Musumbi, this is White Cloud, Nimbusrella, Celestia, Aires, Bluelle, Jasper Skies, Stratohontas, Yún, Cirroana, Sunzel, Altoda, Momulus, Rainya, and my father–King Thunderous.”

  “Wow. Your mother and father must really love each other.” the lion innocently commented in reference to the large number of daughters within the royal family.

  A brief moment of silence rings through the group before the princesses bursted out into fits of laughter whilst their father rolls his eyes. “Haha! No! That hag cursed all of us to have the throne to herself!” Bluelle cackles. “We all had to find princes to kiss to finally have our good looks again!”

  “Daughters, silence! This curse is not to be taken as a joke!” King Thunderous shouted. The princesses quickly quieted down as their father slithered his fin to Electrique. “Electrique, you are the last daughter left to get her curse removed–the last one to make me human again. Why do you continue to avoid Prince Solstice?”

  “Father, I believe I'll be much happier with Musumbi than him.”

  “But Prince Solstice is perfect for you! He's well-mannered, rich, handsome, and has the cutesy little walk that makes his perky derriere jiggle…” King Thunderous lingers lovingly on the thought of the golden prince before quickly recollecting himself. “Ahem! He would make a fantastic husband–not to mention break our curse.”

  Electrique sighs. “I knew you'd be hesitant. That's why I want you and Musumbi to spend the afternoon together.”

  “Pardon?!”

  “Wait, what?” Musumbi questioned as the princess led him and her father over to a now well-cleaned honey train.

  “Yes. You both are going to have a nice meal at the inn and get to know each other.” Electrique said with a smile as she shoved the two older men onto the locomotive. She went to the driver's window. “Take them away, Chumby Bear!”

  The honey bear gives the princess a salute as he drives the train away to the village inn, leaving the group of princesses alone–or so the older 13 thought. From the corner of Electrique's eye, she spotted a grey hyena standing beneath the shade of a tree. She could only linger on this sight for a moment when one of her sisters nudged her shoulder. “Electrique, we have so much catching up to do! Let's head to the garden for some tea and milk.” White Cloud said with a smile.

  “I'll meet you all there. I just have to check on something.” Electrique replied. The elder sisters nodded and made their way into the palace, closely followed by the woodland creatures. Once her sisters were out of sight, the princess made her way over to the canine. “There you are, Zong! How long have you been over here?”

  “Only for a few minutes–not that it's of any importance to you.” the hyena replied coldly to the princess. “I'd like to make a potion to quench my thirst. Do you happen to have a laboratory in your palace?”

  “Yes actually! It belonged to my mother before she decided to be a bitch. Just head to the back of the castle and find an old hollow tree. They'll be a door that will lead right to it.”

  “Great.” The hyena quickly said, running on all fours to the laboratory in question.

  The princess was rather put off by Zong's coldness towards her before remembering this is how he usually is on a daily basis. She lifts her skirt into her hands and makes her way to her sisters.

  The laboratory was cold, dark, and dingy. It seemed practically unlived in for years upon years. Zong walked down the damp steps of the room towards a glowing light near the center of the room–that light was being produced by Prince Solstice's golden figure. “I'm here, Solstice.” Zong said, lighting the candles on a nearby chandelier with a magic spell. “We only got one night to make this work.”

  “Could you remind me of what the plan is again?”

  The hyena snarled. “I explained it to you twice already! You're going to kill Musumbi once I make you this potion!”

  The golden prince scratched his head in confusion. “W-well yes, but it's pretty vague of a plan…”

  “I'll give you a potion. You will be transformed. You will kill Musumbi.” Zong huffed. “Got it?”

  “No.”

  Zong groaned in annoyance, slamming his head upon the rim of a nearby cauldron in anger. “This is going to be a bust…”

  “Maybe if you sang to me the plan, I might understand it?”

  The hyena looked at the prince blankly. “Kid, I don't sing.”

  “Yes you do. You were singing some song about ‘saying hello’ when you were carrying me down the tower.”

  “That wasn't-”

  The golden prince gave the hyena a knowingly gaze. Zong attempted to refuse it before succumbing to the look with an annoyed huff.

  “Listen closely–I'm only doing this once.”

  With the hyena's compliance to a musical number, the sound of loud drumming bongos, an energetic violin, a playful xylophone, and an ominous tambourine filled the laboratory with a villainous jingle.

  “You and I are not so different from each other,

  From one lad to another,

  We both want something grand!

  You want love from a princess while I want all of Tanzania's land,

  For myself of course!”

  The sun prince clapped at the hyena's melody. “Wonderful baritone you have! But, how is this of any importance?” Solstice questioned.

  “I'm getting there–patience!” Zong replied sternly, grabbing a cracked, handheld mirror and shoving it directly into Solstice's face.

  “Look at yourself, child–don't you see what I see?

  A prince taught to share and sacrifice, yet still ultimately needy.

  It's this mannerism that you lost a perfect marriage celebration!

  The only solution–and I mean ONLY solution–is a murderous transformation!”

  “Well…what are you transforming me into?” Solstice questioned.

  Zong gave the prince a devious grin as he held up the dusty animal rug hide of a deceased tiger.

  “A beast–a predator!

  A total furry monster!

  If the princess desires a lion, surely she wants much better!

  With this tiger's pelt, I'll turn you into a powerful panther!

  Isn't this what you want?!”

  With a forceful toss, Zong threw the pelt into the cauldron. Instantaneously, the dark pot began smoking and filling with a bubbly green liquid. The magical substance illuminated the poorly lit laboratory with a greenish glow.

  “I suppose… But isn't there another way we could- Ow!” Before Solstice could finish his sentence, Zong plucked a few strands of the prince's blonde hair and tossed it into the cauldron.

  “Silence, Blueblood–Don't you understand?!

  You can't get your princess with puny human hands!

  You need to be much stronger!

  With this curly, blonde hair, I'll turn you into a gleaming monster!

  Isn't this what you want?!”

  Solstice picked up the handheld mirror and stared at himself. The concerned gaze slowly shifted to one of anger, hatred, and desire. “If that ungrateful harlot wants to marry a beast, she'll marry a beast! Grant me the potion, Zong–transform me! This is what I desire!”

  “Then it's time to sign your blood upon this change!” Zong grinned at Solstice as he used his magic to summon a skull mask over his furred face. The hyena dug into his loincloth and pulled out the sharp tooth of Musumbi. He grabbed the sun prince's hand and pricked a tanned finger with the tooth. He dabbed a small bit of the human's upon the tooth before dropping it into the cauldron.

  “You finally understand! Only the strong survive!

  Only with a beastly change will your dreams of love thrive!

  We can't wait much longer,

  With this lion's tooth, I'll turn you into a handsome horror!

  Everything that you want!”

  With a loud boom, the cauldron's green liquid flashed to a primal red color. Zong snatched an opulent chalice from off a shelf and dunk the cup into the potion. Once filled, the hyena handed the fluid to the prince. “Drink it.”

  Solstice snatched the goblet from the canine's dark paws and hastily chugged the potion. It was completely flavorless yet extremely spicy. By the time Solstice sat down the cup, he could feel a powerful sensation pinching at his heart–it definitely hurt, and yet, it felt so wonderful! Growing madly in love at the sensations upon his organ, the prince couldn't help but sing the final chorus of the song.

  “Musumbi and I aren't so different from each other,

  Soon we could pass as brothers,

  Except I'll be far more grand!

  I'll steal Princess Electrique’s hand–in marriage!

  Only the strong survive!

  Only the dreams of the beast can thrive!

  With claws that shall cut like knives,

  Soon that princess will be mine!

  With the potion made from a predator–this shall be my love letter,

  I'll turn into a powerful monster!

  This. Is. All. I. WANT!”

  Upon the abrupt closure of the villainous melody, Solstice's body became engulfed in a bright, blinding, red glow. Zong could barely make out what was happening, but from what he could see, the hyena could tell the silhouette of the golden prince was growing–not exclusively in height but also in thickness. The slender physique of a human prince soon shifted bigger, bigger, and bigger to that of a beastman. Upon the sight of sharp claws extending quickly from the prince's hands, Zong knew Tanzania was soon going to be under his rule.

  “Step inside, your Majesty! Let Papa Spectre serve you well!” Spectre said with a smile as he guided the old king and Musumbi into the inn. He led the pair to a small wooden table in the center of the cozy restaurant.

  “Papa? Sir, I'm older than you…” King Thunderous replied in confusion as he took a seat next to the lion.

  “Still technically your papa, but I'll explain that another day.” Spectre smiled. “What would you like to order? Actually, scratch that–this inn doesn't offer much in terms of food, so we'll serve you both ‘Johnson Brothers Stew’ as the main course. Enjoy!”

  As the dogman walked away, Musumbi seized the opportunity to make small talk–awkward small talk, but small talk nonetheless. “So…have you ever had ‘Johnson Brothers Stew’ before?”

  “Nope. I have never eaten at this inn before. I rather not associate myself with such a low class establishment run by such low class twin brothers.” King Thunderous replied with a mildly snobbish tone.

  “It might not be too bad. In Tanzania, the peasant folk make such wonderful delicacies for the royal family!”

  “You let the peasant folk prepare your meals? That's baffling.”

  “Oh no, no, no! We don't let the peasant folk prepare our meals–we eat the peasant folk.”

  A moment of silence rings between the two men before being broken by the merman. “Your family eats their own subjects…?”

  Musumbi nods with a grin. “Yep! They make the perfect meals for the royal court!.”

  King Thunderous goes quiet, fidgeting with the dark scales of his tail under the table–Musumbi frowned at this. Perhaps he was making a bad impression? It seemed to be the case, as the lion could briefly murmur under his breath: “Savage beasts…”

  “Yikes. He's really drowning out there.” Scrumper commented from behind the bar counter as placed an empty bowl on the counter. “I wish we could help.”

  “Mind if I tell a story? Y’know, this reminds me of a time when I was dating this buff cat guy.” Chumby Bear said whilst pouring Bunny Bee's honey into a boiling pot. “We had a fun time and I was considering marrying him until I met his parents and learned he was half-duck! I can't marry an egg layer!”

  Scrumper gives Chumby Bear an extremely blank expression. The frog-like alien rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Chumby, that wasn't a ‘how to help your friend impress his future father in law’ story. That was an ‘I'm a racist and just made my coworker, Scrumper, extremely uncomfortable’ story.”

  “I was only trying to help.”

  “Well, you at least helped me realize who's dick I was riding…” the frog-like alien huffed as he dug into his overalls and pulled out a slightly slimy, spotted egg from his crotch. He cracked it and dumped its contents into the bowl, preparing to make a cake batter.

  “Don't worry, boys. I have everything covered.” Spectre said, wiping his reddened hands on a towel. “We just need a little music and poorly disguised fetishes.”

  The dog man quickly grabbed two large dishes of “Johnson Brothers Stew” and carried them over to the two guests. “Here's your dinner! Enjoy your time here!” he said before using his magic to teleport away to one of the windows of the inn. When he reappeared, he was in the form of Princess Electrique. Using his new form, he vocalized a short tune out into the village. Within a few seconds, a variety of colorful woodland birds flew into the bar. “Excuse me. Could you lovely avians help us out with something?”

  A parrot chirped angrily at the dogman in disguise.

  “Yes, I am impersonating your princess! She's the one who can speak to animals, not me.” Spectre spat back before using his magic to summon many musical instruments. “Just help me and the boys bring some life into the inn and get her future husband into the good graces of her papa.”

  The colorful birds looked at each other for a moment before quickly snagging the musical instruments and beginning to play a slightly tropical and romantic tune. Spectre smiled at this as he morphed back to his original form and darted back to Scrumper and Chumby Bear. He pushed the two employees out from behind the counter. “I'll take care of the other dishes. You guys get out there and sing!”

  The frog-like alien and the honey bear tumbled out into the dining space of the inn. Ready to take on the task, Scrumper hopped to his feet and dug deep into his mouth. He pulled out two silver microphones and tossed one of them to Chumby Bear. With the birds playing a musical tune with the instruments, Scrumper begins the first lines of the song.

  “There you sit next to him.

  You're dreaming of the potential love that will bloom,

  Between him and your daughter–but you're not sure it will be soon.

  Perhaps if you look a little deeper,

  Past the makue fur and the loa claws,

  Perhaps you may soon see–that this man could be,

  Your son in law.”

  “Do your friends sing often?” King Thunderous asks Musumbi, scooping a chunk of meat out of his stew.

  “Yes. We all sing!” the feline proudly replies as he messily laps up his bowl. “Do you like our music? We usually just improvise on the spot.”

  “Improv?! Impressive!” the old merman praises with raised eyebrows. He sniffs the meat chunk upon his spoon and gags disgustedly at the smell. “Putrid!”

  “Something wrong?”

  “This meat–something about smells…off. It smells as if it comes from a source that's unfamiliar to me.”

  Musumbi stares at the king silently for a moment. The feline lifts his arm and smells his body odor. “Oh…maybe it's from me?” he suggests sheepishly.

  “No, no. It's definitely the meat.”

  “Do I still smell bad though?”

  The king looked at the lion briefly before leaning in close to him and inhaling his body odor. The feline isn't completely odorless–he definitely has a particular scent upon him. That being said, the scent is far from being completely putrid. The lion had a sweaty odor with a slightly outdoorsy hint mixed into it. With a small growing smile, Thunderous answered. “You smell fine, Musumbi.”

  Musumbi let out a sigh of relief before his eyes widened at the sight of King Thunderous pushing the second bowl of stew towards him. “You're giving it to me?”

  “I don't really like it, but you seem to.”

  Musumbi smiles at the king before grabbing the bowl and pulling it up close to his tongue.

  However, before he could splash his face in the meaty meal, the king halted him.

  “No, no. Drink it like it's a cup of wine–more of it will go in your mouth.” Thunderous explained.

  Musumbi stared down awkwardly at the bowl in front of him before doing as the king suggested. He slowly tipped the dish into his maw and drank the liquidity meal. After a few gulps, the lion lowered the bowl to breathe.

  Uuurrp!

  “Oof! Pardon me.” the lion sheepishly apologized in reference to the sudden expulsion of gas before patting his stomach. “This stew is awfully thick. I can feel it cramming into my stomach–and I didn't even swallow the meat chunks yet!”

  The king chuckled at the lion, wiping away a small droplet of stew leaking out the side of the feline's muzzle with his thumb. The merman grabbed a spoon and picked up a small bit of the stew. “Would you like me to feed it to you?”

  The lion slowly opened his maw.

  Chumby Bear peaked at the table from a distance, fidgeting with his microphone. “Is it my turn yet?” the honey bear whispered to the frog-like alien next to him.

  Scrumper finished chugging a glass of water to soothe his throat before responding. “Dude, just sing when you're ready! You know how these musical numbers work!”

  “Okay, okay! I'm ready!” Chumby Bear exclaimed as he raised his microphone to his lips, singing along to the tune.

  “Sure, he's not the man you'd expect,

  A little bit musky and a hint of arrogance.

  But surely as you share the savory stew,

  you'll taste the honey of love between you.

  Go ahead–ask away!

  Dig deeper into each other's hearts.

  Look past the brown fur and the long claws,

  His character will soon be as clear as honey–perhaps yours will be too,

  When you're with,

  Your son in law.”

  The silver spoon clanked against Musumbi's teeth as the meat was shoveled into his maw. The lion hiccuped as he pushed the spoon away from his mouth. “Take a break with that thing! I'm stuffed!” he whined, patting his now bloated belly. Somehow, those two bowls of stew managed to cram most of themselves into the lion's gut–unfortunately, at the cost of Musumbi's stomach being tested to its limits.

  “My apologies, friend. I got a bit carried away.” The king replied, putting aside the spoon. “It's been a long time since I've spoon-fed anyone like this.”

  “When was the last time?”

  “Well…after Electrique grew out of needing me to spoon-feed her, I opened up an orphanage with my ex-wife and we spoon-fed the babies there. We also did things like bathe them, change them, play with them–pretty much treated them like they were our own children.” King Thunderous explained with a sense of nostalgia. “Even though my ex-wife was a conniving, backstabbing wench, I always saw a light of brightness and warmth in her eyes whenever she took care of young children and she always shared that temporary warmth with me.”

  Upon the sight of the old king's eyes growing sorrowful, Musumbi thought it would be best to pry into the story a little. “What happened to that warmth?”

  King Thunderous let out a melancholic sigh. “After she cursed the family, she blew up that orphanage with her magic–all of those wonderful, peasant children perished…” he explained. “That warmth died within that building.”

  Before the old merman realized it, he found his body cushioned against the lion prince–he was being held tight within the big furred arms.

  “Even if you forbid me to marry your daughter, please allow me to bring back a small amount of warmth in your life.”

  King Thunderous could one hug back in response to Musumbi's words.

  “We're doing great! Together now, Chumby!” Scrumper whispered over to the honey bear. The two of them quickly harmonized together and sang the next lines of melody as a duet–their voices were so distinctive yet complimented each other as they sang together.

  “Feel the warmth radiate,

  As you engage in a familial embrace!

  Two nobles with a different face,

  Happily sharing each other's space!

  Don't see this could be all you want?

  Don't you see this could be your son in law?

  Your hūnōna kāne with such sharp claws,

  But you'd still be fine with calling him your son in law!

  Now you see why your daughter looks past his flaws,

  Now you see why you should call him your son in law!”

  "You wouldn't make a terrible husband for my daughter–but Prince Solstice…he'd be heartbroken if Electrique married somebody else.” King Thunderous said with a frown.

  “But Electrique doesn't want to marry Solstice–she's been rejecting him for as long as she could.”

  “I know…but Prince Solstice is the only one who can bring my legs back! Once Electrique marries and kisses him, my ex-wife's curse will be vanquished.” King Thunderous explains, growing more frustrated at the complex matter. “I'm sure Electrique will still be at least a little bit happy with him. He's well-mannered, dashing, heroic–he's perfect!”

  “If you love him so much, why don't you marry him?” Musumbi suggested.

  “I don't have time for sarcasm, young man.”

  “I'm serious! Maybe Prince Solstice is the one who can bring warmth into your life like your ex-wife did. Maybe he's the one for you.”

  “But the curse! It won't be broken if I marry him.”

  “Maybe it will–maybe it won't. But will you care about that?” the lion questioned.

  “What do you mean? Of course I'll care about it.”

  “King Thunderous, even with your fins you've managed to raise fourteen lovely princesses–surely your curse won't matter that much.”

  “But what if Prince Solstice hates my cursed tail?”

  “If he loves you, he'll look past it. If not, you'll still survive–you're living proof that a noble can live their life in solitude.”

  The merman thought about the lion's word for a good long moment.

  Scrumper and Chumby Bear looked upon dining royals with a victorious gaze. “One last chorus should seal the deal!” the frog-like alien said with a smile, preparing to sing into the microphone.

  Before he could get out a syllable, a bird nudged at his leg.

  “You guys want to join in too?”

  The birds excitedly chirped at this sentence.

  Scrumper and Chumby Bear smiled at the avians. “Well, join in our duet!” the honey bear exclaimed.

  “Look past the flaws and claws,

  Just call this lion your son in law! (son in law-law-law-law!)

  No longer you do need to seek beyond the honey-glazed dawn,

  You can just call this man your son in law! (son in law-law-law-law!)

  Now you see why your daughter is so fond,

  Now you see why this man is your son in law! (son in law-law-law-law!)

  The journey seek the perfect husband will be soon and not long,

  Once you just call this man your son in law!

  Your son in law!

  Upon the sharp end of the music, King Thunderous kissed Musumbi on the forehead. “Prince Musumbi of Tanzania, you have my blessings to marry my daughter, Princess Electrique.” he said in a formal tone. “Please do not give me any reason to regret my decision.”

  “I promise to take care of her well, your majesty.” Musumbi said with a smile.

  “I suppose the two of you would like to have your dessert now?” Spectre asked, coming out from behind the bar counter with two bowls. “It's cranberry sauce with a hint of alcohol.”

  “Where did you get the cranberry sauce from?” Musumbi asked curiously.

  “That mysterious, totally not suspicious or familiar-looking old beggar man over in the corner.” the dogman replied with a slight hint of sarcasm before looking at the beggar man in question. “Okay, Zong. Why are you wearing that silly excuse for a costume?”

  The beggar man pulled the ragged hood from off his head, revealing his hyena features. He stood up and stalked towards the table.”Oh? I was just told by a friend to invite you to the royal wedding.”

  “You're inviting me to my own wedding?” the lion questioned in confusion.

  Zong cackled. “You idiot! Not your wedding–his!”

  The hyena then pointed to a corner of the inn where a shadowy figure stood menacingly. It was undeniably beastly, with sharp claws that stood far from its paws. It stood much taller than Spectre, having to slightly crouch to fit its body within the inn. The creature slowly pulled itself out of the shadows, revealing a hulking, panther-like manbeast wearing a shredded golden suit and a blue cape that carried the skies of the kingdom.

  “Solstice…?” King Thunderous whispered in disbelief. “What on Earth have you done to yourself?”

  The panther snarled at the old king. “If your 14th daughter wishes to marry a beast–she'll marry one!” he roared, causing all the birds to scatter away–presumably to warn their princess. The panther snapped his fingers to Zong. “Prepare the execution.”

  Zong raised his golden staff into the air. It glowed a deep red briefly before summoning silver chains that wrapped tightly around Musumbi's limbs and lifted him away. From the inn, everyone could see the lion was carried off to a distant cliff in the forest. Zong hopped upon Solstice's back. “Let's get this over with so I can get started on my reign upon Tanzania!”

  The two dashed out of the inn towards the cliff to carry out Musumbi's execution. As the remaining men stepped out of the inn, followed by a shocked Bunny Bee, a royal carriage that was being pulled by miscellaneous woodland creatures sped over to the group–admittedly if they had been driving slightly slower, they wouldn't have struck and flung a peasant pedestrian who just happened to be standing in the way. Swiftly, Princess Electrique and her elder sisters popped out of the carriage. “The birds alerted me of Solstice and Zong. Where's Musumbi?” she asked with fear.

  “Taken–that hyena sent him up to that cliff to be killed!” King Thunderous explained.

  Electrique urgently tugged at Spectre's trousers. “Spectre! Please take me up to the cliff!”

  Spectre chuckles and reveals the shadowy human face behind his dog features. “Princess, do you take me for your fairy godmother?”

  Electrique collapses to the ground, sobbing into her gloved hands as Pocah and Hauntah come to comfort their princess. “I don't understand–why won't you help me?!”

  “Easy there. I didn't say that I wasn't going to.” Spectre answered, magically summoning another set of musical instruments. “A nice and intense theme will get you to that cliff with flying colors as long as you sing–you won't even have to worry about your curse causing extra collateral damage!”

  The dogman levitated the percussion instruments to the men. “You boys handle the beating drums.”

  He then levitated the string instruments to the 13 elder princesses. “You girls take care of the tune.”

  Finally, he turned to Electrique with his red camera and tape recorder in his hand. “And, Princess, we'll follow you!”

  A proud hyena and a bloodthirsty panther transverse the forests of the kingdom to carry out their plan–the sky dimming to a crimson red as they sing to a devilish, orchestral tune filled to the brim with intense drums.

  “When one lad helps another,

  They create a true apex predator!

  We want a true love's hand,

  And all of Tanzania's land!

  This is all we want!

  Our goals are still not complete!

  We must vanquish Musumbi!

  We need more than a beastly transformation!

  We need a noble's bloody execution!

  Then we'll get all we WANT!”

  As the two beastmen parade their way to the cliff where the bounded and distressed lion lies, another tune echoes from another part of the forest. While it also is very orchestral in nature, it has a far more heroic tune that is actively being performed from the friends and family of a determined princess. As Princess Electrique races to the cliff, her cursed singing voice opts to guide the maiden through the paths of the forest rather than affect the men around her–it almost appears to be circling around the princess and her following band like a gust of magical wind, gathering the help from woodland creatures along the way.

  “I dreamed of an imperfect fate,

  Now the blood of my fiance's at stake!

  Loyal Avians, allow my heels to glide!

  Robust Mammals, grant me the courage inside!

  Cursed Voice, please show me the way!

  Act as a motherly guide!”

  Zong and Solstice bring themself up the mountain side of the cliff, smiling at the sight of the chains continuing to restrain Musumbi. For a brief moment, the transformed prince becomes lost in thought upon hearing the sound of the lion's weeping. The hyena lightly slaps the side of the panther's face. “Don't chicken out now–we've come so far.” After saying this, the hyena sings directly into Solstice's ear, forcing him to listen to the tune as they near the process of actually killing Musumbi. Interestingly, due to Electrique’s voice echoing within the paths of the forest, the prince hears an unintentional orchestral duet between the villainous hyena and the cursed princess.

  “Didn't you understand?!

  This lion stole your true love's hand!(I desire to have Musumbi's hand!)

  End these mannerisms of sacrifice,

  Take this thieving lion's life!(I must save my real true love's life!)

  End these mannerisms of passion,

  His land will be mine after the execution!(Cursed Voice, help me stop this execution!)

  The tiger's pelt, the strand of hair, and the lion's tooth!

  Don't forget how you got all you WANT!(A bloodied ever after is not what I WANT!)

  As a desperate panther prepares to sink his claws into the restrained lion, a heroic princess finally makes it to the top of the cliff–as does a mildly exhausted musical marching band behind her.

  Before he can strike into his prey, the princess leaps upon and shields her real true love's life.

  “No!” Electrique screams. “Solstice, please don't do this!”

  Zong scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Ignore her, Solstice! This bitch is just getting in the way!”

  Electrique clutches Musumbi's body tighter, looking straight into Solstice's eyes–as if to find a remaining sense of kindness within them. “Solstice, I understand you want us to have a happy ending together, but this isn't the way!” she exclaims. “Don't you see where this path of hatred has brought us?”

  “Ignore her, Solstice! She wronged you!” the hyena yells, stomping his paws to drown out the sound of the princess' voice.

  The panther looks at the sharp claws upon his fingers, breathing heavily as tears stream down his face. With a loud roar, Solstice cuts the chains binding Musumbi's wrists and releases him!

  “What?! No! NO!” Zong screams.

  Solstice helps Musumbi to his feet and kisses the lion's paw as an apology. “I want Electrique to be happy and I want you to be the one to give her that happiness.”

  “Oh, you've got to be fucking shitting me!” Zong tantrums, angrily chucking his golden spear far into the forest. If one were to follow it, they would see it travel to a wealthy yet gothic cabin. The spear nearly impales the head of the ex-wife of King Thunderous, who just so happened to be drinking a cup of tea upon her porch. Let's just say the villainous queen was not expecting an invasive gift to be delivered to her.

  King Thunderous approaches the transformed panther. Solstice cowers from the merman's gaze. “I'm so ashamed. I was so scared that my happily ever after would never come to be that I almost killed someone.”

  The old king gives the panther a sympathetic smile. “I was scared too–and I still kind of am now. But one thing I know for certain is that I want to spend my happily ever after with you, Solstice!”

  Upon the end of his confession, King Thunderous presses his lips upon Solstice's. As the two of them kiss, sparks and stars swirl around their bodies that glow brighter and brighter until they reveal a new sight. The dark fur upon Solstice's body is reduced to a stylish mullet and curly mustache–the prince has returned to being a human! Although everyone could tell he was the same person with a darker hair color, the prince undeniably looked older, now seeming to appear to be in his late 60s rather than being around 19 years old. His golden suit has become silver, though it still has its clear sky-carrying cape. As for King Thunderous, the old merman was no longer a merman–the dark caudal fin has detached and transformed into a glowing golden orb, allowing the king to return to his humanity! The sparks and stars quickly form a silver suit upon his body that is near-identical to Solstice's suit, however, Thunderous’ suit had a cape that carried a very stormy and lightning-filled sky.

  “Good heavens!” Solstice exclaims, looking down at his new form. “Look at us, Thunderous! We've become humans again!”

  “Finally! I can go horseback riding again!” Thunderous smiles before getting entranced by the dark mustache upon Solstice's upper lip, twirling its hairs on his finger. “Oh, I could get used to this!”

  It isn't long before the stars and sparks wrap themselves around the couple's ears–due to them not morphing into a new clothing piece, it can be presumed that they are a temporary protection for an upcoming event.

  The glowing orb by King Thunderous’ legs swims its way over to Electrique. She is surprised by the orb's sudden movement but quickly frowns upon realizing a tragic thought. “Oh…I guess you have to collect my curse now.”

  The orb glows bigger and surrounds the cursed princess in a golden glow lifting her up into the air. The marching band behind her looks up at the floating maiden. “Ooh! I think she's gonna get a new dress like we did when our curses were broken!” Nimbusrella said, gesturing to her gold and silver dress.

  “Is it just me, or is she…singing?” Scrumper questions, hearing the sound of Electrique's voice chanting a tune.

  “Golden Orb, allow me to keep my cursed song—I grew to love it.

  Maidens are expected to live ever after perfectly—allow me to defy it!”

  “Pretty…” Musumbi comments with a tranced-gaze, seeming to be filled with a hedonistic sensation of happiness at the sound of his fiance's singing–a sensation so hedonistic, he didn't even notice the sound of his loincloth tearing off his growing bottom.

  The other men, minus Thunderous and Solstice, were also experiencing a similar effect–blissfully entranced by the singing princess whilst completely ignorant to the sight of their growing bodies and tightening clothing.

  With a final flash of light, Princess Electrique floats back down to the cliff whilst joyously vocalizing with her cursed tune–now adorning a sparkly silver ballgown that is complemented by pure golden accessories. Upon her golden heel clacking against the earth beneath her, she giddishly rushes over to her elder sisters. “Isn't it grand?! The orb let me keep my curse and still gave me a new dress!”

  “Seems like the orb gave a few other ‘gifts’ as well." Sunzel said, pointing to her sister's co-workers.

  When Electrique turned around, her eyes widened slightly in astonishment at an adorable sight. The first thing she saw were Pocah and Hauntah adorning match jewelry and accessories as she were whilst Bunny Bee was now wearing a bee-shaped badge on their chest. That look of astonishment changed to one of lust and attraction as she shifted her gaze to animalmen. Pretty much all of them gained new outfits, decorated in various patterns, colors, and accessories–however, the pièce de résistance for the princess was the sight of bigger pecs, derrieres, and stomachs. In all honesty, the growth within her male co-workers was fairly mild–the princess has definitely blown them up way bigger with her singing voice before–but it still was a delicious treat for the princess.

  Electrique raced over to Musumbi and tackled him to the ground, coping a feel of his enlarged chest and massaging the reddish nipples upon it. “Oh, I'm gonna enjoy these tiddies for as long as possible!”

  Musumbi chuckled at his fiance's comment. “Seems like you'll be enjoying them forever–somehow, this added girth feels permanent!”

  “Permanent?”

  “Yeah, like if I were to stop working out, I wouldn't lose these handsome muscles.” the feline said proudly, flexing a pair of strong biceps.

  “Oh, does my singing now have a permanent growth effect?” the princess questioned as she clutched her throat in concern.

  Spectre approached the couple, feeling up the fabric of his now white trousers. “No, no. Don't worry. Your singing is slightly stronger, yes, but its growth effects aren't permanent.” the dogman explained before grabbing the sides of his lovehandles and shaking his belly. “This girth isn't gonna go away though–it's a part of your world now.”

  The dogman's eyes go blank for a moment before scoffing at the corny reference joke he unintentionally made, thudding off to go stare at the dimming sunset over the cliff–he doesn't get too far though…

  CRASH!

  The dogman appears to have tripped on a well-made spear, similar in size to Zong's now-thrown spear. With a toss, Spectre throws the weapon's handle over to the hyena. “Zong, I think this is for you.”

  The canine happily clutches the new weapon with glee. “This staff is so much more high quality than my old rod–it even matches with my cape! All's well that ends well!”

  Zong skips merrily away with his new toy, only to be stopped by the gloved hands of 13 princesses. The eldest princess, White Cloud, snickers at the hyena's joy. “Not so fast, Mr.Executioner. You have sins to atone for.”

  Before Zong could register it, he is tugged away by the princesses and is quickly met with several slaps and punches to the face. “This is for almost making our little sister become a widow!”

  White Cloud pushes Zong towards Electrique, who uses her new tiara to scratch up the hyena's face. “This is for calling me a bitch!”

  The 14th princess next holds Zong in front of Musumbi. The feline winds up a bicep and delivers a blow that temporarily shoves the canine's muzzle deep into his face.

  Solstice and Thunderous approach the bruised hyena and give two sharp pokes to Zong's eyes with their fingers. “This is for preying on my insecurities!” Solstice smirks before pushing Zong on the ground and rolling him over to Spectre, Scrumper, and Chumby Bear.

  “And this is for…Eh! We just feel like beating you up I guess.” Scrumper shrugs as he, the dogman, and the honey bear proceed to deliver sharp jabs and kicks to Zong's torso. Pocah, Hauntah, and Bunny Bee join in on the absurd punishment by urinating three yellow streams onto the canine.

  As Zong screams and curses in horror at the intense levels of abuse, King Thunderous nudges Electrique's shoulder. “So, what do you two plan on doing for your wedding?”

  “Well…”

  “Just one more pie, Musumbi–I'm so close to getting the prize!” Electrique panted, rapidly thrusting her penis in out of her husband's thick cheeks as he stuffs his maw with a vanilla flavored cream pie.

  “Uuurp! D-Don't rush me! You try eating 10 pies in five minutes whilst your wife is-”

  “Less talking–more eating! That stuffed unicorn will match perfectly with my porcelain doll collection!” Electrique interrupts and gives the feline a firm slap upon his butt, causing small droplets of both precum and actual semen to leak from his ass.

  The princess and prince's wedding plan was to have a fun carnival event for all of their family and friends to join. So, the couple asked Spectre to magically create a big carnival out of the commonfolk's village–of course, said commonfolk weren't allowed at the celebration and were forced to wait outside their town until the party was over. Unless they were helping out with operating the rides and games, they have no business walking the streets of their own town. Protests did arise from this major overstep in governmental power, but everyone was quickly silenced into submission once Princess Electrique sent several families of deer and wolves to politely “dispose” of any naysayers to her authority.

  Musumbi eventually polished off the last tray of pie, groaning in agony at the feeling of several desserts crammed into his stomach.

  Bwwwoooouurrruupp!

  “Oh my god…My burp tastes like pure sugar.” Musumbi whined as he massaged his bloated stomach–though the organ didn't have much time to rest once his wife finally shot her third load into his belly. The lion prince poked at his pie and cum-filled belly in annoyance. “I know I have a bigger gut now, but can you chill out with filling it? You've literally made me down three buckets of popcorn today!”

  Electrique slid her penis out of her husband with a wet pop, squeezing herself beside him to grab her unicorn plushie prize. “C'mon, Kitty! Today's our wedding day! I'm just trying to be a little romantic.”

  Musumbi rolls his eyes and ruffles Electrique's hair with a weak smile. “You're such a spoiled princess.”

  The couple is soon approached by the king and queen of Tanzania. The king tosses a pair of binoculars to the couple. “Get ready guys. Your friend, Spectre, told us he's going to do a fireworks show in front of the ferris wheel!”

  Musumbi belches in his fist as he swings Electrique up onto one of his shoulders. “Thanks for the heads up, Dad. We'll definitely be enjoying the show.”

  After a bit of a walk between the many rides and games, the couple makes their way into one of the ferris wheel's gondolas and slowly rises into the air. After a bit of waiting, rainbow colored sparks and stars are shot up into the sky and burst into fireworks that are shaped like various pictures, such as castles, goblets, or smiling faces.

  As the light shows continues, Musumbi lowers his muzzle down to kiss Electrique's forehead. The princess smiles and cuddles up to her furred husband. Her smile grows brighter upon the sound of her animal friends singing in an orchestral choir from down below the fireworks.

  “The princess has married her real true love,

  Whilst the prince chose to marry her father.

  Now that they both have a romance, they'll grow to love it.

  The joyous kingdom is entranced by the magic of love.

  Everyone is living happily ever after imperfectly.

  A bloodied fairytale finale—they denied it!"