SPARTAN-626 and Travass thanks for the reviews. Pirate22 thanks for the suggestion, I'll keep it in mind. There's a reference to a story during the time Simba lived with Timon and Pumbaa, called The Race. Here's the next chapter. Enjoy.
Golden eyes stared at her through the fog that surrounded the area she found herself in. Fear flowed into her veins causing a dry sob to escape her muzzle. She wanted to run...to hide but she couldn't move. She can only close her eyes, hoping and wishing this would end. But when she opened them, she was staring into nothing but darkness. A growl made her ears twitch, but the fear that she had felt before escalated to where her body shook. There growl came from someone who was out for blood.
'Don't be afraid...after all you asked for it.'
She gasped at the thick voice that echoed through her sensitive ears. That soon was flat against her head as a light began to shine around the area causing her to see the owner of the voice and she didn't like what she saw. A dark brown furred lion with a mane a few shades darker than his coat that fell between his leaf green eyes that remind her of her own but what scarred her the most was the scar across his left eye...
Nala shot up out of her sleep. Her heart was beating as though it was going to come out of her chest. She wanted to think about the dream she just had but a extreme amount of pain shot through her body. It was like nothing she ever felt before...even when Akuma attacked her. She clench her eyes shut, hoping that the pain would go away on it's own but it only increased. The lioness queen growled, she couldn't give birth here. It would be the wiser thing but she has to figure out what to tell Simba if the cub or cubs come out not looking like him but Akuma. Taking a deep breath, she sucked the pain in before standing on shakey paws. Once she felt she could move, Nala slowly moved through the den and took her time to reach the bottom of the slope. The night air was soothing on her aching and hot body as she walked through the plains to find a suitable den to give birth in.
After what felt like forever, the peachy cream lioness found a nice size den. She waste no time and entered the rocky shelter. A good thing too, because another wave of sharp pain shot through her causing her to fall to the den floor. Nala closed her eyes took deep breathes, remembering what her mother and grandmother said to do. She let out a agonizing scream that was combined with a roar before she started feeling like something was crawling from inside of her body, trying to get out. Nala took a few more deep breathes before pushing, not long after the sounds of a cub cry rewarded her, she could tell it was a female from the smell but before she could bath her daughter another intense pain rocked through her. The pain was unbearable but she wasn't done, two more times a pain so unreal erupted through her that it made her want to cry, which she did.
After she had gotten her heart rate kind of back to normal she looked at her cubs that mewing and moving around trying to find milk. She couldn't believe she gave birth to four cubs, a female and three males. With a deep sigh she began to bathe them, when she was done she nearly lost the bit of breath that just came back. Two of the older males were staring with bright green eyes, but it was the third cub that nearly took her breath away. He had dark brown fur and a tiny tuff that's a few shades darker than his coat like Akuma. The second cub was bright golden brown kinda like Simba but the king of the Pridelands wasn't his father. He looked like a mixture of her uncle and Akuma, but she knew that the other two was Simba's. The female looked like Sarabi and Simba if he was a female and the last boy was a mixture of Simba and Mufasa. Nala pinned her ears as she closed her eyes, what is she going to do?
"Nala..?"
Nala looked up and saw Zira standing in the entrance of the den she temporary claimed. "Zira? What are you doing here?"
Zira cast her red eyes on the little brown cub before looking at the younger lioness with a emotionless expression. "My den is not far from here and I was disturbed by screams and roars." Nala looked away not knowing what to say. "Are you alright? I see you gave birth."
Nala noticed that the question was forced but sighed and shook her head anyway. "I'm not sure. Two cubs are Simba's and the other two are not. I haven't even told Simba about that night...how am I going to explain this?"
Zira was silent for a moment before she finally found something to say. "I'm sure you can pass the other one as Simba's son. In the meantime you can give the brown one to someone."
Nala frowned as her ears perked a bit. Why didn't she think of that? "But who's going to take him?"
Zira reached a paw over and pulled the small brown cub to her and smiled. "I would. I sadly found out that I can't have any more cubs."
Nala's ears pinned as she looked at the pale tan lioness with sympathy. "I'm sorry." she looked at the small cub that reminded of her of Akuma and that's when she made her mind. "Take him."
Zira smiled before grabbing the mewing dark brown cub and left the den, silently leaping for joy.
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Simba paced around at the peak of priderock. He was worried and confused. Worried, because his mate might of gone in labour and she was alone. Which also adds to the confusion, why did she leave? The queen doesn't have to leave to give birth, actually none of the lionesses do. They didn't do during his father reign, they weren't going to now. That was most likely due to Scar and his tyrantly. The golden lion shook his head before looking towards the small tree that stood on priderock.
"Zazu."
The blue hornbill flew over to the young king with a bow. "Yes, sire?"
Simba sighed, he was still getting used to all the formality. "Please tell my mother and aunt to let all the expecting lionesses know that they are to give birth at priderock like it should be."
Zazu bowed once again before taking flight. With a heavy sigh he turned his attention towards the plains that was bathed in a mid golden glow. His thoughts on where is mate is and if she's okay halted as someone stepped besides him.
"That was a very noble thing you did, to bring back the notion for the lionesses' to give birth to here."
Simba turned his head to face the speaker, to see his mate's uncle. The pale cream lion was looking at him with gratitude in his hazel-blue eyes. "I thought it was for the best. Why did Scar take away the lionesses' right to give birth here?"
Wyatt shrugged and shook his head with a sigh. "Figures why Taka did anything. I seriously don't know."
Simba scrunch his nose at the name, Taka. But shook his head after hearing his majordomo calling him. Simba watched as the small bird flew over and hovered in front of him. "What is it Zazu?"
There was fear and worry in the hornbill's dark blue eyes. "A cheetah and her cub is caught in a stampede."
Simba's orange eyes widened as the terrible memories of that faithful day resurfaced. He closed his eyes and shuddered before taking a deep breath. He opened his eyes and looked at the pale cream lion at his side. "If Nala and the others are back before me, tell them what happened."
Wyatt bowed before watching the king run off with Zazu flying over him. Simba ran through his kingdom before stopping at the top of a hill where he saw with his own eyes the mother and her cub trapped in a zebra stampede. Simba didn't know what to do but knew he had to do something. He ran down the hill and ran along side the galloping herd before he ducked under a mare to get to the other side. He quickly grabbed the shaken goldish cub before running off with the pale golden cheetah following. When Simba was at a safe distance he stopped running and placed the cub down before trying to catch his breath.
"Thank you your majesty." the pale golden cheetah bowed her pale yellow eyes on the grass under them.
Simba sighed heavily before looking around then back at the cheetah. "What happened?"
"I'll tell you what happened!" Simba and the female cheetah turned to see another cheetah walked over. "Those damn hyenas called their selves hunting and almost got them killed!"
Simba couldn't help but think that he met this cheetah before. The cheetah was a light creamy orange, his spots were big and black. His paws were colorless and his claws were visible, he had a scruffy mane like fur, the tip of his ears and tail were white. "Swifty?"
The male cheetah looked from mother cheetah and her cub to the king with confused green eyes. "How do you know my name?"
Simba smiled, this was the cheetah cub he met while living with Timon and Pumbaa in the oasis. "It's me, Simba."
Swifty frowned before a smile formed. "Simba! It's great to see you!"
Simba nodded before shaking his head. "As much as I would love to catch up but unfortunately, I have to go deal with the hyenas. But my queen went into labour last night. I would like you and your family as special guests at the presentation."
Swifty bowed. "We'll be honoured sire."
Simba dipped his head before running off further into the Pridelands before he got out of ear shot he heard Swifty speak to the female,
"Amala? Are you and Fuli alright?"
