Cold, all could be felt was the feeling of a chill down the body. Though, it was dark, too dark for anyone to notice anything to sort. There was still a chilly wind wafting through the dark room. There was still the ability to feel the body and some type of restraint felt on the wrists and around the top of the paws.
Then, there was a bright light that shined immediately, it blinded the senses with a powerful glare. Right before him came little fires over the top of some tall sticks. It looked like it was a cave and something walked through the dark circular cave hole at the end of the room. A lion, with a smooth red mane came forth, he looked at his captive with a smile before bearing his full grown lion teeth that were as sharp as a jagged stone.
He came forward slowly, walking with his paws on the cold ground and went up to his captive. He could only remember his name was Samba the Lion, and he was confused, not only did he not remember his past, but he couldn’t make heads or tails of what was happening.
“Hmm, hello there.” he said. “My name is Simba, number 42-8, I’ve come here to collect your seed for the lionesses”.
Samba looked around, the captor was very calm in his demeanor and it only grew the intensity of fear that grew within him. He had absolutely no idea to what end this whole thing was, but he had to have answers.
“H-what, where am I and who are you?” he asked.
Simba only hummed and grabbed a few flasks that were in a small table near. He returned and looked at him, with a curious stare.
“You are, generated male lion number-42 B, you were created in a test tube right behind you.” he said with a delightful tone. “It’s my job to harness your sperm in order to facilitate bio-diversity amongst the lion tribe.”
Samba used his lion strength to push against his metallic rings around his paws. But, it wouldn’t budge no matter how much he pushed.
“Please don’t struggle, it’s kind of a enjoyable experience, all I have to do is grasp my paw like so around your phal-”
Samba turned away.
“Eh, I’m not into male’s, please don’t…” he asked.
Simba went towards some type of pedestal next to Samba.
“Well, since you're not into my beautiful self, I guess I’ll just fetch a female for you.”
Simba went through the complicated technology, before finding that the blinker for Lioness D.N.A. had been depleted. The only ones left were the hybrids and the bio-enhanced equines. And they only had the purple equine’s genetic material for use.
Simba pressed the button, some of the fluids in the test tube behind the glass wall sucked down into the open metallic hole. Electricity surged and gears turned below the machinery at work. A giant steel rectangle came with a freshly made Twilight Sparkle, it’s skin as rubbery as a newborn foal.
She opened her eyes and looked around, trying to dissect what was happening.
“Princess…?” she said, “What, where am I, Wasn’t I at Canterlot, whats going on!?”
Simba scratched his forehead and looked at the purple unicorn, a genetic creature that was seemingly silly, but still had it’s uses.
“Hello, T-O 94, generated for procreation, I need you to fornicate with this lion for me”.
“What, this doesn't make any sense, where am I!? Who are you, how…”
With a flick of the switch, Twilight’s brain was drilled into by some type of machine. She screamed in agony as the implant went deep into her brain. Then, the restraints were released, she stood up with a smile.
“Awaiting orders for T-O 94, waiting for instructions!” she said with a full smile.
Simba turned to Samba and gave a angry frown, with death stare eyes.
“Now, fornicate with this horse, or I’ll implant you with a Data Management Implant at my discretion.”
Samba looked down at the frozen like pony before him, terrified to not end up like that.
“Uh okay”
Simba released the frightened cat and he turned to see Twilight Sparkle with her gaping ponut and seemingly wet pussy before him. His lion cock went fully erect and he smelled the scent of vaginal sweetness that entranced his senses. Twilight, still smiling, lowered down as Samba neared, before he looked at Simba with fear in his eyes.
“I.. uh”
Suddenly, Simba raised a mechanical device with a red button on it’s frame. Then, he directed at the equine’s foaming vagina as it’s little flesh bead went out of her estrus filled cunt.
“Uh okay okay, going.”
Samba grasped her thick back and squeezed her thick generated plot.
“Haha, that tickles.” she said.
Then, from across the cave, the wall went down to the floor, light permeated the cave even higher than before from the sunlight entering in. From the entrance, came an african american with shaggy black hair and a green hoodie with some african inscription on it’s frame.
“Simba T-814, what is taking so long?” he asked. “Don’t make me deteriorate you and replace you with another-”.
With a full view of the situation, as the eyes adjusted to the sight. He saw what was before him and scratched his hairy chin.
“Huh, Simba T-814, what is the meaning of this?”
Simba scrambled, whispering to the both of them “Stay right there you foolish cunts”. Before coming before him.
“Uh sire, please, I was just trying to get the specimen to release his seed into her, to which I’d collect with this vial”.
“Hmmph, you may direct me as Mabuntu-Ukelele genetical beast.”
Simba lowered his head and bowed to his master.
“I mean no disrespect, I honor our creators with dignity and willful veneration.”
“No need to bow, this leads to a good opportunity…”
With a forceful rip, Mabuntu-Ukelele ripped off his lab clothes to show his rippling african muscles and fully erect gigantic cock.
Simba’s eyes sparkled at the sight.
“Why don’t we have an orgy, at my behest that you have such an honor considering your misdemeanor.”
Simba cowered lower.
“Of course my lord… you don’t mind barbed penises right?”
Mabuntu only raised an eyebrow before leaping onto the pile of sex that was before him.
Several minutes later, Simba was sucking off Twilight Sparkle’s anus before Mabuntu suddenly came in his ass. Then, Samba came inside Twilight Sparkle’s pussy before an overflow of semen came all over Mabuntu’s face. Then, Twilight Sparkle released Simba’s barbed cock, before it came all over her mane and face, with her still smiling. For a while, they continued this, orgasming in each others orifices and erogenous zones, the faint sound of “Oh god oh god, I came so much, oh god.” resounded throughout the cave.
Meanwhile, in Brooklyn…
A door to an apartment room slammed open, leaving a young african american named Joseph to come through.
“I have done it, I have conceived the ultimate proof that we african’s were literally kings! We had genetic engineering, and so much more a long time ago, I knew it all along!”
Suddenly, the brother on the left, Darius awoke with a cough.
“What the fuck Joseph, what is this crazy shit now!?”
Joseph pulled in his glasses to his face and squealed with a nerdish sound.
“I have definitive proof that we were kings! Ultimate fucking kings, this’ll change everything!”
“Hold up, let me see this here “documentation””.
Joseph handed the paper too Darius, before he lit a lighter and burned it to smithereens.
“NOOOOOOOO!”
“Now enough with this bullshit, get a fucking job you crazy nut, or I’ll bust my foot up your ass!”
Joseph grasped the doorknob with a furious force, “No one understands meeeeee!”, before slamming the door closed.
The document fell onto the ceramic floor and burned. What’s left of it perished into the floor like a burnt cigarette thrown onto the curve of the street. Nothing left to be seen, nothing left to be judged...
