Living Majesty 2
 
 
In a corporate family, an honest-to-goodness corporation made up of family members, everyone is a stockholder and share owner. Everyone has a say, however small, and everyone has a voice, however muted. The King, or CEO of the Pride, can’t just “fire” his board on a whim, much less his family. Admittedly, with a strong enough will, and a willing enough sacrifice, such can be done anyway, but there is a finite amount of both will and things to sacrifice in any company.
 
 
Or any person, for that matter.
 
 
With the changing of a generation, with the passing of a throne, the question isn’t if a Pride is going to lose shareholders, but how many. Perhaps more than the necessary deaths of the CEOs to their successors, it was this contraction, this inevitable break up in family members that gave Lion Prides their infamy for sanguinity. For successions don’t wait until cubs are older, and being out in the streets isn’t easy for women who have invested it all in their family Prides.
 
 
Yes, being “excused” from the Pride came with a hefty sum of money IF the Pride had been big and successful enough for it, but how long did that last without any safety nets and little future prospects besides getting into another Pride? It was a terrifying situation.
 
 
The winners in Lion Society won big but the losers? They lost hard.
 
 
Zima was, by all standards, a winner.
 
 
She was the new CEO of the Maesa Pride, incorporated of course, and not only did she have to get through her immensely dangerous father to get it, she also had to get through her brutish sister. Female CEOs, in truth, were very much unheard of. But something like her, a futanari Lioness, a female that also had a set of male organs?
 
 
That was entirely unprecedented.
 
 
Would she rule like the rare female, being assigned to the position by unfortunate necessity?
 
 
Would she, could she, make the Pride prosper like her male predecessors could?
 
 
One thing was certain though, and this she did not bother to hide:
 
 
Zima did not want a contraction.
 
 
“Please Karna dear, back me up here,” a Lioness that had once been one of the leading members of the board begged a woman that Zima now always kept at hand.
 
 
How amazing people changed, given time and ample motivation to do so.
 
 
Oh, she was still a rather fetching milf, with her soft and plumb tits and ass. She had a few more grey hairs now, 10 months after Zima had taken over, and she simply looked…defeated.
 
 
Her number of shares had not changed nor had her place in the company. But she had been the head of a losing faction vying for CEO, and traditionally that meant getting thrown out on her ass. Except…the company rearrangement that everyone expected hadn’t come in yet.
 
 
“Um,” the lovely voice of a huge and muscled Lioness piped up predictably piped up from Zima’s right, “Is there a way Mom could stay…Sis?”
 
 
“...sigh,” Zima breathed out. Being able to kick Zarai out into the streets personally had always been one of her fantasies, but she supposed she had given up on it the second she decided to “punish” her sister as she had.
 
 
“Please?” The 6 foot and a half foot would-be leader of the Maesa pouted and blinked at Zima with pleading eyes. Those who had known Karna from before would be befuddled to see her now, being so pliant and subservient to, well, anyone.
 
 
But in dominating the fecund brute to the point that Zima honestly did not know what she would do without her, it seems she had left herself open to being galvanized in turn.
 
 
“...arrrgh, fiiine,” Zima huffed as the huge Lioness smiled, slanting those beautiful blue eyes that she had.
 
“Zarai,” Zima said, making the greying but still sexy Lioness lean forward with expectation, “You know what I want to do with you, yes?”
 
 
“I do,” Zarai nervously licked her lips.
 
 
“Well, then,” Zima unzipped her business bodice from the top. The zipper went from her navel to her crotch, and unbounded her heaving tits before her furry sheath burst out, a red shaft coming out of it as the futa CEO spread her legs, “Make good on your position.”
 
 
“Y-yes, certainly,” Zarai’s eyes went to her dick. It was all that Zima could do to stop herself from eye-rolling, “Of course.”
 
 
But she did appreciate how fast the Lioness lost her clothes.
 
 
As she had already noted before, Zarai used to be the precise sort of Lioness that Zima liked: Big slightly saggy boobs that were as big as her head, wide plump hips expanding on a stomach with a little chub, and soft big ass. White fur was matted with yellow and grey hair, showing a body that still looked very breedable.
 
 
And it better damned be if Zarai wanted to still be in the harem.
 
 
But as the one handing out favors, Zima kept herself from visibly reacting, keeping a slightly bored facade as the older Lioness walked over the desk.
 
 
And straddled Zima’s chair.
 
 
“I am a long way from hitting my menopause,” Zarai nervously assured her as she grabbed the cone-like shape of the red shat that grew out of Zima’s furry sheath.
 
 
“Shut up and prove it already,” Zima growled.
 
 
Zarai’s folds enveloped her cock.
 
 
“Oh, fuck, this is biiiig,” Zarai moaned as Zima used all of her discipline to maintain her unaffected manner.
 
 
They were in the huge house-sized CEO office of the Maesa Headquarters, and, indeed, Zima lived here now. The ruling Queen of everything that Incorporated Pride had.
 
 
Zima’s footlong cock was quick to hit the cervix of the hateful woman who had always looked down at her-
 
 
“Oooh, you are bigger than your father!” The milf moaned.
 
 
-and the older woman wasted no time in trying to loosen it.
 
 
There WAS a feeling of turning the tables that was quite satisfactory, Zima could not deny, but wasting one of the precious “mating” spots of her harem for this bitch was still something of a sore point. No CEO, no matter how virile, could fuck an infinite amount of women and so it was that there was a hard limit to the women he paid attention to.
 
 
Ideally, the harem of a CEO would only be filled with women he could conjugally satisfy, but many CEOs did not care about the satisfaction of anyone but themselves. A blunder, as many find out, since a Lioness who is not satisfied by her husband can find it in his would-be successors.
 
Zima had fought too hard for her position to fall to that particular downfall.
 
 
“Thank you, Sis,” Karna smiled deepened and Zima’s control of herself failed. Zarai was one thing, but Karna?
 
 
“...come here you oversized slut,” Zima reached out as Zarai stuffed herself with futa cock, taking Karna by her chin.
 
 
And kissing her.
 
 
“I, I, I am cumming!” Zarai moaned out loud as she fucked hard, making her cervix open up juuust enough that the tip of Zima’s cock was inside her uterus.
 
 
“HM!” Zima moaned as she, too, was brought to an orgasm, her seed immediately bursting and splashing into the mother of the woman she honestly considered her wife.
 
 
Her sister-wife, really.
 
 
“Ooooh, fuuuuck,” the milf moaned as her baby room was stuffed, wave after wave of futa Lioness sperm making itself at home in there. Despite the age of the female, her body did not tardy in pushing out a solitary ovum to go out and swim among the futa sperm sea. They would find out later, but this first conception was a test.
 
 
The old Lioness managed to get off Zima’s cock just as Zarai ended her kiss with the former’s daughter, “T-there. That’s proof of our binding, is it n-HMP!”
 
 
She was quickly engaged in a kiss of her own as Zima switched from Karna to her.
 
 
Her breath was minty, but her mouth was different from Zima’s sister. As what could be expected she supposed, but the milf started kissing back with the experience of a long life.
 
 
“You are, indeed, mine now,” Zima breathed out when their kiss ended, “Take care to only be that; I will not suffer you if you spread your fingers through the company again.”
 
 
“Of course, of course!” Zarai’s knees hit the floor, her head pressing against the tiles not long after.
 
 
Even though her ass was now in the air, and her pussy was freely leaking sperm into the floor, she did not get up from her supplication until Zima brought her head up and gestured towards the back of the office, where a door led to resplendent bedroom.
 
 
“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Zarai, tears starting to fall down her cheeks, repeated again and again as she all but ran to the most private part of a CEO’s harem: her sleeping room.
 
 
“You are going to find a way to pay me back for that,” Zima told her sister.
 
 
“Well, when have I ever failed to?” the woman who towered over Zima licked her lips and the CEO resisted the urge to get to the point of that meeting there and then.
 
 
Because, yes, they were in the middle of the meeting.
 
 
All around Zima’s ruling Desk was the Pride, full of the Harem members that her father used to have. Technically, she had inherited them, and the simple fact that she had not replaced them could be taken as a declaration of intent to keep them all. Yet, until the meeting today was held, that was not official.
 
 
Because that was the other thing: Zima NEEDED to shed off a great deal of his father’s harem. The great problem with “in-house” takeovers, was that those tended to contract far more than others would if only to avoid accusations of “incest”....especially IF there was incest going on.
 
 
Never mind that Zima would not be able to fuck them all even if she wanted, there were a ton of children or growing young adults that would not be able to seek out positions in other Prides if she didn’t officially let them go. A whole lot of careers had been frozen for the past 10 months and that had generated quite a bit of consternation in Zima’s company.
 
 
But if she was forced to admit the truth, that had not been on purpose.
 
 
Because Zima had not foreseen that she would fall in love.
 
 
The problem with picking and choosing members of her harem, the “mating” ones and the ones she merely “protected”, is that Zima only really wanted one woman to be the former. But if incest was looked down upon, monogamy was essentially despised.
 
 
Thus, the Queen of the Maesa Pride had come up with this: A way to have it all.
 
 
“Does anyone else think they have a chance at a ‘personal’ appeal?” Zima boredly asked as she stuffed her cock back inside her suit.
 
 
At once, two dozen hands went up.
 
 
“Ones I’ll take seriously?” Zima’s eyes glared.
 
 
The hands went down.
 
 
“Alright, I called all of you to settle the matter of official marriages, adoptions, divorces and starting the company contractions,” Zima got up from her chair and caused whispers to immediately start.
 
 
Karna rose at the same but Zima pointed at her and gestured down with her finger.
 
 
The other futa Lioness rolled her eyes and slammed back on her chair.
 
 
Making the whole floor tremble.
 
 
Because, as she was now? She was bulging with maternity.
 
 
Literally.
 
 
At nearly 500 pounds, the huge Lioness had a huge stomach protruding from her front.
 
 
And even bigger testicles protruding from the bottom.
 
 
It would have been difficult to hide these pregnancies if they had wanted to, but Karna displayed them proudly. A far cry from the rebellious opposition that she had given her sister during their fight but, well, it turns out that, sexually? They were far, FAR, too compatible.
 
 
It was uncomfortable to the point of almost being tortious to bear all of those incestual children like that, but Karna would be lying if she claimed that wasn’t precisely what made it sooooo good~
 
 
“I will start with the obvious,” Zima said as she tapped her table and a projector came to live, showing the data of her company on a wall of the CEO suite, “I do not want the Pride to contract.”
 
 
“Yet,” Zima quickly added before the whispers got too loud, “I realize I have to.”
 
 
“Truth is, what my father built is wondrous, and I would like to build on that rather than having to rebuild,” Zima said as she walked around, “Even if I know that I am going to have to rebuild all the same.”
 
 
“The question then is what I can do to shorten the latter,” Zima grunted, looking all of her Harem Board members in the eyes, “And get to the former.”
 
 
10 months was a long time, and there were no freebies in the business world. She should have gotten to selecting her harem right away to start the rebuilding process, but being a Futanari Lioness added a bit of complexity to the matter. A bit of complexity that got her involved with her once-troublesome sister to the point that, now, she DIDN’T want to expand her harem.
 
 
In that sense, Zarai would go a long way to making a lot of people calm down. But…just her wasn’t enough for her position.
 
 
“And I believe I have arrived at a satisfying answer,” Zima declared, making all the Lioness of her father’s harem perk up, “Behold, the solution!”
 
 
And then she pointed at the woman who she honestly wanted her wife: The 6 foot and half overly pregnant muscle Lioness, Karna.
 
 
Only silence followed her declaration.
 
Well, Silence broken by Karna’s laugh, as she won the bet she’d made with Zima to how they would react to it.
 
 
Oh well.
 
 
“H-how is she-” one of the women that Zima knew growing up mustered the spine to ask.
 
 
“I want my harem to be composed of my children,” Zima cut in, internally thankful that someone finally asked the obvious, “The old ideal.”
 
 
She left unsaid if she wanted them to be for “Mating” or “Protecting” on purpose.
 
 
“Yet it wouldn’t be fair to many of you to just start replacing you out,” Zima lied with a sympathetic sigh, “So that’s where Zima comes in.”
 
 
“Tell me,” she asked her board, “How pregnant do you think my dear sister is?”
 
 
They all looked at Karna, at her huge belly and even bigger testicles, with a dumbfounded expression.
 
 
“W-well,” some other Lioness piped up, “There’s been some speculation of course, but that never seemed like relevant information until now.”
 
 
“What if I told you,” Zima smiled widely, “That it was enough to, slowly, began filling out my Harem all on her own?”
 
 
“Not at once, of course, but fast enough that every single one of you girls has the time and chance to openly seek out other Prides WHILE being employed by mine?” and there was the trap.
 
 
“R-really?” one of them asked.
 
 
To seek out another Pride while being employed by one was the same as not only cuckolding the CEO of it but also seeking to betray it. But put this way, as a long-term contraction, not only took the burden away from their shoulders but also made everyone save face.
 
 
There still had to be a catch, of course, because how did Zima gain from it?
 
 
“But of course. Well, that depends on my breeding bitch,” Zima pointed at her sister, who only waved in response, “-giving me lots of children.”
 
 
“Thankfully, all of you would be willing to back your shares against that,” and now she triggered the trap, “Right?”
 
 
Whispers immediately started again.
 
 
“Wait, wait, what do you mean back our shares against that?” a voice among the board members silenced them.
 
 
“It’ll be a simple bet, really,” Zima replied, “The question I asked you, ‘How pregnant do you think my sister is?’ is no idle one.”
 
 
“You will all bet on the number. Those who guess right, don’t have to worry about anything until they themselves decide to leave my Pride.” Zima generously said, ‘But, those who get it wrong?”
 
 
“They can either sell their shares right away and figure things out oooor-” Zima led.
 
 
“Or?” one of them continued the question.
 
 
“Or you can take one of the babies and remain here with them until they come of age,” she finally revealed what this was all for.
 
 
She only wanted Karna to give birth to her children, something that would be impossible if the pharmaceutical side of the Maesa Pride didn’t allow her to get supernaturally pregnant. This way, the company would not meaningfully contract and all of her children would eventually fill the board.
 
 
“That’s, I mean…” one of the Lioness bit her lips as indecision set in, “That’s unusual, Miss Zima.”
 
 
“Would you rather I picked the women I minded the least?” Zima shot back.
 
 
And as they looked at each other, Zima knew she had them.
 
 
They would all be bound to Zima.
 
 
But not Zima to them.
 
 
“Well, let’s get started,” Zima clapped her hands before they could figure that out.
 
 
“Right now?” one of them asked with disbelief.
 
 
“Right now,” Zima confirmed as she gestured at the woman she would call her wife.
 
 
And, indeed, Karna huffed as she got up.
 
 
The maternity dress she was wearing was a simple dark silk dress that was open at her midriff and stopped at her thighs like a mini skirt.
 
 
“Take the position, love,” Zima smacked one of Karna’s big ass cheeks as she passed by, and the muscle futa stifled a moan before she put her hands behind her head.
 
 
And squatted down.
 
 
“I’ve actually KEPT my darling sister here from giving birth for a week now,” Zima explained by briefly pulling out a bottle full of pill out of her suit, “by giving her these pills AND keeping her from orgasming with her cock for the last 4 months.”
 
 
All the Lionesses of the Board noticed, for the first time, that there was, indeed, a huge plug with a ring at the end currently sealing her cock shut.
 
 
“Now, I just need to undo THIS,” Zima hooked a finger around the ring of the plug and, slowly, pulled it out.
 
 
“Shiiiiit,” Karna moaned as a semen-crusted dildo slowly slid out of her monstrous dong, the pliable plastic dripping white reproductive juices into the ground.
 
 
And filling the whole CEO room with the smell of cum.
 
 
“See how it gapes?” Zima slapped the huge spongey head of Karna’s cock, causing her to moan some more, “Most of our children will come out of there.”
 
 
“But of course, the ones in her belly?” Zima asked as she circled Karna to get behind her, “The key to those is THIS!”
 
 
And then she pulled her cock out.
 
 
“Now, hedge your bets ladies!” Zima called out as she propped her cock next to Kerna’s pussy and deliciously started digging in, “If you haven’t by the time Karna gives birth, I will consider you to have rejected my offer!”
 
 
“N-nine!” one of the Lioness called out.
 
 
“Ten!” another one rushed to say.
 
 
“Three!” another one added.
 
 
“Um, t-two?” a confused one dared to say as more and more voices called out their number.
 
 
There were a few notaries writing the numbers down and the name of the board member who bet on it. Tales and stories about what happened here today would eventually get out, but that was fine. It would make advertising for the fertility drugs that allowed Karna to get THIS pregnant.
 
 
“God, you feel sooo good,” Zima told her sister as she spread her cunt out.
 
 
The smell of her hair and the sweat of her golden fur was addictive as the simultaneously fertile AND virile bitch gave conflicting scents that just drove Zima crazy!
 
 
Her sheath was inserted into her cunt just as she pressed her glans around her cervix.
 
 
“Yeah,” Karna hissed with eagerness, “Do it like we planned.:”
 
 
“Ruin me~”
 
 
And then Zima started pounding on it.
 
 
The drugs that she had given Karna to delay her labor would not stand up to enough stimuli.
 
 
If, for example, a futa sister of hers were to smash her red cone into her sealed cervix-
 
 
“Fuck!” Zima moaned as she felt the entrance to her sister-wife’s uterus start to bend.
 
 
-it would eventually trigger the birth that Karna was hold on to all this time.
 
 
And, with a particularly hard thrust, Zima felt the sealed cervix FINALLY cave into her foot-long cock.
 
 
She felt her dick rush past furry heads that must have been their offspring at the same time that she felt Karna squirting out all the amniotic fluid of her womb.
 
 
“HERE THEY COME!” Karna screamed, her squat getting deeper as she spread her legs as far as she could. Not only was she making a mess of the floor with the water of her labor, she was clinching so hard with her body that milk also spurted from her watermelon-sized tits.
 
 
“Hooold on,” Zima grunted because SHE wasn’t done yet. Fucking Zarai, she’d be coming now if she hadn’t had to impregnate her!
 
 
Seeing the bursting tits, Zima growled as she reached out and grabbed one of her sister's chest puppies. Bending it over the side, she brought a nipple around so that she could seal her snout over it.
 
 
All so that she could take great, big draws of the very thick and creamy milk.
 
 
That seemed to do it.
 
 
Biting into the tit she was nursing, Zima pushed her dick against the head of one of her kids as she just, quite simply, let go.
 
 
A river of semen joined the womb fluids that Karna was leaking out as Zima glazed and lubed all of their offspring. Her cantaloupe-sized-testicled quickly shrunk down to apples as she bloated Karna’s stomach just that more.
 
 
And then withdrew her cock out of her with a slight “schlick”.
 
 
Just as a furry head crowned the pussy of her sister.
 
 
“Fuuuuuuu-” Karna outloud with her tongue out as her pussy stretched out, the head of the cub expanding her vagina until, with a wet “pop”, it slid out all at once.
 
 
Yes, slid out into a puddle of semen and vaginal juices.
 
 
Immediately, it started to cry.
 
 
“Another OOOOONE!” Karma screeched as another cub breached her pussy, already fucking over the one Lioness who had voted for only a single cub.
 
 
“Fuck!” a muffled voice cursed as Karna clenched her teeth and PUSHED a furry inbred Lion out into the world.
 
 
The cries of its elder sister made it cry as well, forcing Zima to wave the midwives already coming with towels and scissors.
 
 
‘Karna’s not done.”
 
 
“4 months!” Karna gasped and grabbed her cock, “4 months without coming from my dick!”
 
 
Her testicles giggled and then…they CLENCHED.
 
 
“THIS FEELS SOO GOOD!” She screamed loud enough to be heard many floors down as multiple bulges started disappearing from her LEFT testicle. They went into her torso and briefly made her look pregnant…before appearing at the base of her furry sheath, bloating it to fantastic proportions.
 
 
Every boardmember there stood with mouths agape as the form of a cub made its way up to Karna’s glans-
 
 
“Please let me cum, please let me cum, PLEASE LET ME CUM!” she begged with ecstatic tears of release in her eyes as the first of her dick children made her mushroom heat bloat.
 
 
-and quite literally CUM a semen-covered child out into the floor. The child had an umbilical cord that still disappear inside of Karna’s dick, leading all the way into her left testicle.
 
 
“FUUUUCK!” Karna moaned as her first “birth spurt” was closely followed as her second fecund spurt started making its way up her cock.
 
 
With teeth grinding, the muscle futa grabbed her dick and pointed it down.
 
 
“YEEEESSSS,” she then moaned again as she splurted out a second semen-glazed cub into the floor, it’s umbilical cord joining it’s siblings.
 
 
Her left testicle, for the first time in almost a year, looked normal again.
 
 
Which just left the right one….which started to CLENCH.
 
 
Briefly bloating her midriff pregnant, Karna again orgasmed a child through her cock.
 
 
“Come out, come out, COME OUT!” she moaned as she masturbated herself, visibly quickening the speed at which this one cub made it’s way.
 
 
“IT”S THE GREATEST ORGASMS I’VE EVER HAD!” Karna screamed as she “splurted” a third child from her right testicle.
 
 
And yet, another was making its way up.
 
 
Karna’s drool started to escape through the corners of her mouth as she worked for the fourth ejaculatory contraction.
 
 
Giving a groan so depraved that it made even every single Lioness there who still hadn’t blushed do so, Karna shot out another incestuous child out into the semen-covered floor.
 
 
“L-last one,” Karna gasped as another bulge started to make its way into her sheath…and then stopped.
 
 
“No, no, no,” she quickly started masturbating herself, making the bulge start to move again, “COME OUT!”
 
 
“Let me, love,” Zima then appeared behind her, reaching around her body to grab her cock, “Let’s do this together~”
 
 
Zima’s furry paws danced along the pole of her sister until Karna was arcing her back. She was grinding her teeth so hard that Zima almost wondered if she was going to need to get her a dentist until, with one last shout-
 
 
“COME OUT!” Karna ograsmed one last time.
 
 
-Their last inbred child all at once came shooting out of her cock.
 
 
Like a sperm.
 
 
“You can get them now,” Zima allowed the midwife to take care of the children as, by some miracle, Karna managed to keep standing up.
 
 
“Wait!” she shouted, making everyone freeze.
 
 
And then, in big last orgasm….Karna pushed and came out all the placentas that her children had been attached out simultaneously out of her pussy and cock.
 
 
Then she collapsed.
 
 
“...get a stretcher too,” Zima said as she padded her baby mama in her now deflated stomach.
 
 
Then, after a second, she added, “And call the clean-up crew. We should be done in a few minutes.”
 
 
“Now,” Zima got up as she put her cock inside of her suit again and zipped it all the way up, “That was 2 normal and 5 testicle babies.”
 
 
“That makes 7.”
 
 
She smiled at the Lionesses who were going to raise her children for her even as she turned her sister-wife into a broodmother.
 
 
“Did anyone get that?”