I'm not entirely sure how kindly fem-slash is taken on TLK Source. So I'm just planning to release a nearly finished first chapter of a short series. The tomboy princess and the right paw of darkess. They are completely unalike. But they have one thing in common. They want to be friends.
I kissed a girl (And I liked it)By Gabriel LaVedier
http://www.fanfiction.net/~gabrielsan A new day dawned over the Pridelands, glorious and golden as every other day they were pleased to get. The tall grass waved in the slight breeze, imitating water from a distance. The herds stirred and began the task of milling and browsing, ready to spring into action the very moment their kind and benevolent rulers came around to slaughter and eat them.
Kiara, princess of Pride Rock and heiress to all the light touched, plus the elephant graveyard since the exile of the interlopers, trotted along in the company of her guards and companions, uncle Timon and uncle Pumbaa. Being childless, they were most often tapped for babysitting duty. But it was alright. They had a lot of funny stories to tell about living in the jungle, raising Simba.
“Are you sure I can’t go see the outlands?” Kiara practically bounced on her paws as she looked out into the barren wastes. Empty wasteland to most, adventure central to her.
“Now Kiara, even though we raised him from a little cub, and gave him everything, and treated him like he was our own flesh and blood, we’ve gotta listen to Simba. Firstly, because he’s king and it’s what we do here. Secondly, and most importantly, he could eat us both in a single bite.” Timon, from atop his perch on Pumbaa’s head, recited his orders, and his reason for obeying his “son’s” directive.
“Besides, it’s dangerous out there. You could get hurt. Or killed, or eaten by one of those outland lions. Best to just stay away.” Pumbaa cast a worried glance over the dusty outlands, and shuddered.
“Alright.” Kiara slumped onto the lush grass, looking back over the expanse of dust.
“There we go! All settled. Now, don’t you worry, princess. Pumbaa here’ll come up with something just right to keep you good and entertained.”
“Me? But, Timon, it’s your turn to think of something for Kiara to do.”
“Au contraire, my porcine praline, if you will recall…” Timon deftly leaped off of Pumbaa’s head and landed right in front of his face. “I had all the ideas the last few times. It’s your turn.”
“It is not! I thought up everything, you just said you did it. Come on Timon.” Pumbaa gently nudged the meerkat with his snout, looking to him with big, moist eyes.
“Awww, put away the water works. I’ll tell ya what, you do it this time and I’ve got it for the next few days.”
“That’s still not fair!” The two settled into a comfortable routine of arguing, always on the edge of a full-blown fight, but equally on the edge of a tender reconciliation. Their temperaments complimented one another and had grown into each other so well they knew just how to fight without truly fighting.
Under the cover of debate, Kiara managed to slip away, checking over her shoulder constantly, until the rise of a hill put her caretakers well out of sight. With the two of them out of the way she dashed off, digging her claws into the scrubby grass on the edge of the outlands, aiming her adventurous heart towards the rising mounds of baked dirt and parched vegetation.
As she ran into the territory proper she could see the change. It was as clear a line as any she could imagine. From live, if dense and scrubby, grass underpaw she found only bare earth and dust shifting under her claws. Instead of the sounds of life and activity, she heard only an eerie silence. And all around there were termites, moving about without hesitation. Kiara thought well just how fearful they would become if Timon and Pumbaa could see the movable feast just crawling around everywhere.
“Hold it, Pridelander.” The command was firm, but the voice was soft. The words flowed through silky lips with a gentle purr folded into them; to make even a directive seem like a most beautiful thing. “Just what do you think you’re doing?”
“What? Who’s there?” Kiara skidded to an ungainly halt, nearly pitching forward onto her face and raising up a small cloud of dust. She took a look around and found the owner of the voice right in front of her.
The lioness who had spoken was a cub, just like her. She looked thin, but tough. Her fur was dusty, darker than coats which were common in the Pridelands. A small tuft topped her head, and her eyes were ringed in darkness. Eyes of a shocking, piercing and almost impossible blue. “Me. What are you doing in the Outlands, Pridelander?”
Kiara blushed, deep and hot, when seeing who had confronted her. “I… I, um… I wanted to see it. To see what it was like here.”
“Why?” The stranger leaned in, an eye ridge up, but a pleasant smirk just barely lifting the corners of her mouth.
“Because it’s… Exciting. It’s new, it’s different, it’s not home. I want to see everything I can, even out here.”
“It’s not all fun and games, you know. It’s hardly any fun and games.” A serious look crossed the stranger’s face, her body moving closer, face nearly touching Kiara’s. “What is your name, Pridelander?” The question came out as a growl, a quiet meance behind it.
“My name is Ki… Kiara…” A shiver ran through Kiara as she answered. She didn’t know why she told, or why she remained. But she was stuck. Trapped there, staring at those eyes. The large, luminous eyes. Right before her. They transfixed her, utterly.
“Kiara…” The purr was back, deeper than before, as the name was rolled through the stranger’s lips; it almost sounded as though she was tasting it, savoring the sound of the name. A smile crossed her features, as the distance between the two of them vanished inside of a heartbeat. Cool, calm blue eyes stared into wide, wavering green ones, which could only cross and look down, to try and see the spot where lips met. The kiss lasted only a few short seconds. A brief eternity to the unprepared girl. “My name is Vitani.”
