Total Drama Porn Story: Pride Lands Chapter 3

DISCLAIMER: I DON’T OWN TDI/TDA! OR THE LION KING FOR ANYONE WHO (LIKE ME) PICTURES THE CHARACTERS IN TLK FORMS.

AN: Not much to say. Watch out for TDI: Gifteds in the next few days. Oh, and SSOF (You know who you be) I will be watching you. (lol)

A mighty roar ripped directly into Gwens daydream, startling her right off her branch. She plummeted the few feet into the water below, her body shattering the still liquid. It didnt help that she landed on her back, knocking the wind out of her. In a panic, the black colored lioness scrambled out of the water, dripping as she swung her head to each side.

The roar sounded like a summons to the pride! Looking up, she widened her eyes at the realization that she had fallen asleep and it was now sundown. The purple and orange sky gave that away. Maybe the King was calling a meeting.

Forgetting her soaking pelt, Gwen hurriedly dashed into the tall grass, stray stalks being run down by her paws. Lions are not built for long distance, but for short sprints of speed. Her adrenaline pumping the moment she had woken, Gwen could feel herself growing tired, and her breath coming out in heavy pants. She hoped that she would get home soon.

Suddenly, the stalks of pale grass ended, and Gwen launched herself into another lioness, toppling over onto her side. For a moment, she lay there, trying to catch her breath.

Girl, get off me! Leshawna growled, shaking her best friend off of her and onto the ground. Gwen lifted her head and was surprised that it had been Leshawna she had run into.

Sorry. She said, sitting up and shaking her head to clear it. Drops of water sprayed Leshawna, who lifted a paw over her head to shield herself.

Where have you been? Youre covered in water! And dirt! She added, noting the dust that clung to Gwens fur because of the water.

I dozed off by our watering hole. I fell in. Gwen meowed briskly, flattening her fur to hide her embaressment. So, what was that roar I heard? She was finally breathing correctly again, and she got a good look around the main clearing. The whole pride was gathered along the edges, whispering to each other, confused. In the center, sat the King, who stared at the sky with a straight face. Why had he called a meeting? The elder lionesses were usually already asleep!

One female bravely stepped away from the others, Why have you called this meeting, King? That was another thing Gwen disliked about their pride. All of the older cats practically worshipped their King, and never questioned him. They had minds of their own!

A low rumble escaped the Kings throat before he spoke. I did not call this gathering together. Yowls of astonishment erupted. The King was the only one to call these. But he seemed so calm?

Leshawna whispered, This wont end well. And Gwen nodded in agreement.

They didnt realize how true that statement was.

The crowd fell silent as Justin, his dark fur and even darker mane shone handsomely in the purple sky, slipped in front of his superior. I called this meeting. He said in a calm, silky voice. With your highness permission of course. He purred, glancing over his shoulder to the King. He nodded and Justin turned back.

Many were too in awe of Justins charismatic voice to argue with anything. Others accepted this as the King had allowed this. Gwen and Leshawna exchanged glances, a bad foreshadowing creeping up their backs.

I challenge Prince Duncan to a fight for his title!

What!? the two exclaimed in perfect unison.

Gwens mother hesitantly stepped forth. Is that allowed, my King?

Yes. Its an old tradition. Any male may challenge another for rank. This goes for outsiders, rogues, even those who think they can overpower their King. It hasnt happened in my time as King, as we have kept rogues out, and my strength is well known in the pride. But instead of challenging me, Justin wishes to take my sons position. As Prince of the pride.

His mate, a pale gold colored female, strutted out, staring at her mate in horror. You cant possibly allow this! He said nothing, just stared blankly at her. You know what the loser faces! We cantyou

The Queen trailed off, her eyes searching for any sign of compassion for their only cub.

No. The challenge is only to be accepted by Duncan now. He growled coldly.

Gwen and her friend watched, shocked at the Kings harshness with his own mate.

All the while, Justin was watching the other pride-mates, searching. Prince? Do you accept? Or will you back down and forfeit?

I dont back down to you, Pretty Boy.

Duncan shoved aside those in his way, his black mane hidden in the growing dusk.

The Queen sent one last pleading look at her mate, before turning and retreating to the edge, her head bowed. Justin padded over to stand opposite his opponent. The King hid a smirk knowingly.

Duncan, do you accept Justins challenge?

Duh, we already covered that Pops.

The King flicked his tail in frustration. No respect.

Very well. As the old law states, the victor of this match will be named Prince.

Duncans smirk alerted Gwen that he was growing over confident. Did he really think it was so easy to beat another lion in battle?

The loser is exiled from our terra.

Duncan whipped his head around to gape at his father. What now?! Exile?!

Is something wrong? Justin taunted, his voice sending a shiver into Gwens body. Blinking, she licked a paw and drew it over her head to shake it off.

No! His opponent hissed brashly. Justin smirked. The King had told him to win with cunning and speed. Duncan was all about brute force, giving him a huge weakness. The two waited impatiently for the King to begin the match.

Begin.

Justin stared at Duncan, allowing him to move first. Without hesitation, the Prince charged forward and swiped at Justin with a forepaw. Justin dodged, and turned sharply, catching Duncan off balance, and shoving him to the ground. Duncan hit the floor with a surprised grunt, jumping to his feet quickly.

Its not to late to surrender. Justin purred.

No. With that, Duncan leapt directly at Justin, but was surprise when the latter dashed forward, stopping when Duncan landed. Justins plan was working. Duncan was getting reckless with every dodge.

Duncan hissed a curse, and watched as Justin finally went on the offense. He began to circle Duncan, his blue eyes eerily calm. Eventually, he feinted forward, and when Duncan flinched in response, Justin dove for Duncans side, the attack pulling him to the ground. Duncan twisted under Justins pin, pummeling him with his hind paws. Justin leapt off, and took two paces back.

Now, he said, taking a defensive stance, Its too late to surrender.

Good, Duncan panted, getting to his paws once more. Cause I thought it would be a shame to win without scarring the pretty face of yours. He crouched, and pounced, knocking his rival with his paws. They batted at the other, tumbling around the circle. The watching cats could hardly tell who was who. But Gwen knew with a pang of sadness- that her best friend was losing.

Soon, Justin kicked out, sending Duncan flying. Before he could retaliate, Justin set a paw on his chest, and gripped Duncans throat in his jaws.

Gwen and Leshawna shared a horrified look.

The Kings roar broke through the others. The winner is clear! Duncan can no longer battle.

Says you. Duncan hissed, staggering to his paws. His body shook with effort, and his mane hung limply. But he couldnt lift his head to face Justin again.

With much hesitation, the young Prince dropped his gaze to the ground, a symbolic stance of submission.

It has been decided. Honor the new Prince, Justin! The King roared, and was joined by all but five lions. Gwen, Leshawna, Duncan, Marco and the Queen. This clamor continued for a few moments as everything sank in. Im afraid to say, but Duncan, you must leave

The Queen burst from the crowd, and stuck her muzzle centimeters from the King. Dont you care for your own son?! You cant just exile him!

Its the law.

Youre the King, change them!

I cant go against our predecors like that. And a pause, he added coldly: Its for the good of the Pride.

You and your laws. The Queen snapped, turning her back on him. She boldly crouched next to her silent son and licked his forehead many times. Duncan, for once, didnt refuse, and leaned into her comfort. She whispered words of encouragement, and then retreated, watching her mate with disappointed eyes.

Duncan locked his gaze on the floor as he turned to leave the clearing.

Wait! All eyes swerved to Gwen, whose presence was finally acknowledged. Duncan lifted his head, and turned to look at his best friend. Neither of them were pretty sights. Duncan was beat up and his some minor cuts still dripped blood. While Gwens hide was still wet and dusty from earlier.

Gwen, dont. He muttered. I cant stay. Not when my pride had been torn. Not to mention the dang rules. He sent a glare up at his father.

She stepped forward, standing 3 feet away. Im not asking you to stay, you dumb furball. Duncan looked up in surprise.

Because where you go, I go. Thats what best friends are for.

Despite Duncans loss, he felt his eyes glowing slightly. But then he tilted his head. What about?

Gwens Mother rushed forward with Leshawna and Marco. Gwen, No! You cant go with him.

Why not? She snapped, whirling on her mother. I have every right to. You cant control my life. And Duncan needs someone who has common sense. She gave him a small smirk. Her mom said nothing, so Gwen turned to Little Marco, Work hard alright. And dont be brainwashed like the stupid adults. Got that?

Ill miss you, sis! He whined, still to young to be aloof about this stuff. He dug his head into her side, as a gesture of love. Gwen nudged him back, and gave him a lick on the head.

Leshawna. Gwen finally turned to her other friend. Watch over them. And dont take crap from Justin.

Oh, I wont hon. The lioness promised. Cause there aint no way you two are leaving without me! At this, she trotted over and nodded to Duncan, sitting next to him.

Enough! The King roared. It is time you and posse evacuated our territory.

Gwen sent her family one last glance before stalking off into the grassy shadows. Leshawna followed slowly, not looking back. Duncan paused.

Go on son. The King growled, his eyes glimmering in the light.

Duncan rounded on them with a loud roar.

YOU ARE NOT MY FATHER!

With that, he charged to catch up with his friends, and soon, their movements were invisible in the night. The Pride watched, dazed and confused at what had happened. Justin slunk past the King, hearing the low purr addressed to him, Good work, Prince.

***

Gwen staggered as her forepaw hit a rock. The new loners hadnt spoken a word since their exile, and they were almost out of the terra. The moon could be seen in the far distance, and it was the only light they got as they traveled.

She looked back to check on her injured friend, and noticed he was slightly limping now. We need to find some shelter.

Not here we cant! Leshawna protested, but her eyes gave away her exhaustion too. We need to leave the terra first. Then help Duncan.

Im fine. Duncan grunted, passing the females.

Sure you are. Leshawna meowed sarcastically, and was cuffed by Gwen. What? Hes stubborn.

Gwen shook her head. Hes just hurt. More mentally than psychically. He lost his home, his pride and his family all at once. And were not technically old enough to be on our own.

Duncan sighed, But we have each other right? He looked from Gwen to Leshawna. Both nodded firmly, which brought a little light into the teen lions eyes again. Good. Gwen padded up to him and helped to support him as he limped along.

Leshawna observed them and purred with amusement. When Gwen sent her a death glare that screamed SO NOT THE RIGHT TIME, she explained. Its just that you both look like you were run over by a herd of antelope. She purred, referring to their screwed up pelts.

For the first time all day, Gwen looked at her fur and nodded. Right. We may be loners, now, but we dont have to look like them. Over there. She led them to a clear area where a small pond no bigger that a full grown lion- glistened. Duncan stubbornly sat away from the pool, while Gwen gave him a hard stare. Duncan. You need to get the wounds cleaned.

A grunt escaped him, the sudden thought of rest already weighing down his body. He was helped to the pool by Leshawna, and lay down, letting a sigh escape. Gwen sat up and licked at his ruffled fur, trying to clean the dirt out of his fresh injuries. This was normal behavior for lions, who often groomed each other as they relaxed. Leshawna finished her drink and silently helped to clean their battered friend.

When they had finished, Duncan had dozed off, and Gwen felt herself slipping.

What will we do now?

Leshawnas question was something that Gwen didnt know.

I guess we keep going. Find a place for the three of us. Away from those wholl judge our lifestyle.

Leshawnas whiskers twitched in amusement. Just the thing I expected to say, girl.

A home where us outcasts arent judged

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THIS IS THE END OF THE PROLOGUE!

NExt Chapter: After 5 days with no food, the trio finally catch a meal. But they accidently cross into a wanderer’s land. Will the traveler be welcoming, or angry?

Really, 10 glomps to anyone who can POSSBILY guess who the wanderer is. (Not likely)