Here we are yet again another update, a bit more fluff mixed with some violence in this one.

The day was hot, the heat was still. A humid moisture hung in the air as the fur of the Lion warriors sweat poured down to their knees. The great large King stood alone on the hill and in his way a scouting party of hyena's stood their ground awaiting for the Lion's approach. To the Lion's a Hyena scouting party was more like a smaller army rather than their massive hordes that descend from their barren ashy homeland in the Elephant Graveyard. Simba's eyes widened a tension of fear from within his heart was growing. All his life he always wanted to be brave, but now-he didn't feel so brave. The prescense of the outland soldiers and his father is the only bit of safety he felt. Mufasa's auburn heavy mane rusltled in the slight breeze, a stern grim look on his face. A hyena from atop an elephant emerged slowly stepping out from his small army's ranks.

''Lions! Yield!'' He shouted with command hoping that the bold tiny crew would bow down. Mufasa turned to his now loyal outlanders and roared, with that he gave the order to charge. The ficious dark furred warriors ran over the hill in a steady pace, their hearts full of fury, their blood lust growing for hyena flesh. Determination of slaughter took hold, it was unlike anything the young Prince has ever witnessed in his life. Not a single Lion was killed as they cut like a sharp rock through wood smashing the enemies ranks. One by one the blood seeped into the earth, it was gory. Simba had to hide his paw over his eyes as the young teen cowardly sat behind the crowd in fear. He peeked to see his father fighting like he was possesed, the last time he seen something like this was when he ventured to the elephant graveyard with Nala and his father saved him. Never has he seen such violence, sure he was in a few fights with other boys as cubs but those were childish antics. Nothing compared on a scale like war. This was death- an utter massacre.

Mufasa patted his loyal soldiers on their shoulders saluting their small but well earned victory.

''You fought well.'' The King congratulated smiling.

The outlanders just glared at him and nodded as Mufasa witnessed some tearing the hyena's hearts out and gouging them down their throats, blood stained all over their muzzles baring their white sharp teeth. The day was theirs, not a single song was sung, no victory chants, no nothing. Simba sat alone in solitude that night by his father keeping close, his trust for the outlanders was growing thin. He would feel better knowing true loyal Pride Landers were in the army and not merciless barbarians like the outlanders were accompinied in his prescense.

He fell asleep in fear, shaking nearly. But he was strong he would not falter, he must do his duty. Although he'd much rather have the feeling of Nala's soft warm fur cuddled against his chest than be alone like this. She would take his fright away, he was half tempted to sneak off and just see her for the night then come back in the morning. But the jungle grew further away, they were in the deep sand dunes of the hot arid endless desert. It was too far back to sneak off, he would be exhausted by the time he goes to see Nala then come back to the spot in the morning.

''It's much to risky.'' He thought to himself his tensions growing.

He peered his eyes over to notice everyone was fast asleep, maybe he could sneak to Nala just for the night. Just stay with her for a couple hours then leave, but it was a way back. But within thirty minutes he could make it. His mind started racing to hastily make a rash decision. He yurned to see her so bad, but yet if he left something could happen to his father.

''But what if something already happened to Nala?'' The young teen thought pacing around nervously.

''I have to see her.'' He stammered nearly tripping over his feet, he headfirst into something soft but hard feeling. He rubbed his head lightly with his paw trying to ease the growing pain.

''Ow! What the-? Nala? How-'' The beautiful creamy tan furred Lioness cut him off placing a finger over his muzzle silencing his speech.

''Shhhh. I snuck away, I missed you.'' She whispered staring into the moon's reflection as it shined on his amber eyes, his face lit up like a candle. But something in his gut worried him.

''Nala you really shouldn't be here, this is a warzone.''

''Ack! Simba! I'm fine what are you so worried about?''

''NO you're not fine, now you need to go back wit-'' She used her power yet again to cut off but this time she reached over squeezing his cheeks giving him a juicy wet kiss on the lips as their muzzles locked. He was completely powerless against her ability to do that. He couldn't move, he felt frozen, butterflys churned in his stomach. A red tinge grew in his cheeks rapidly as well as Nala's.

''I'm not leaving you alone Simba, you're my boyfriend and I have to be with you to help if something happens or to you're father.''

He stopped feeling really dizey all the sudden after parting from the kiss, lost in thought for a moment, only to hear Nala call him her 'boyfriend'

Had she just called me her 'boyfriend'? His heart flipped upside down and grew larger it felt like it was going to burst.

''B-b-boyfriend? Nala did you just call me you're boyfriend?'' He asked dumbly stuttering looking at her beautiful stature, a suductive smile on her face. She scooted closer leaning into his chest nuzzling under his muzzle. He felt a vibrating pur erupt from within the teen Lioness's throat, with a breathful sigh he fell blacking out.

''Of course silly, we're a couple. Remember? Duh! Hello-Simba?'' She waved her paw in his eyesight growing irritated just before realizing he collapsed hard on the earth's floor. She giggled to herself. Had she done this? She made him faint, her! A common girl made the Prince faint with love daze. She loved it, but was she just a common girl? All the years of the teasing from other female cubs, and boys calling her ugly. It made her feel down until Simba came back in her life. He was the only one who seemed to think she was beautiful. But maybe he only said that to make her feel better and he hid what he really thought about her. After they were best friends, well now more than that. Boyfriend and girlfriend.

''If he think's I'm ugly then why did he make love to me? Maybe he just wanted satisfaction for himself. No! Of course not! Simba would never do that to me! He loves me, or would he? Maybe he just wanted to satisfie himself maybe I'm not good enough for him.'' From a small puddle of water she looked deeply into her wonderous reflection, her eye's fixed closer with shock as they widened at what she was seeing.

''T-t-that's? That's me?'' She asked herself in shock. Her slick creamy-tan fur glinted in the moon's light, her eyelid's were shaded with a purplish-blue massacre from fruits, her eye's were like emeralds like Simba always called them. Pure green, they were amazing sparkling in the water's ripples.

''Wow I-I-I really am-beautiful. Just like Simba said, I'm not just a common girl. I-I'm' a-a Princess. A princess!'' Her face jolted with utter joy, a huge smiled formed on her muzzle, giggling hysterically she cuddled under Simba's arm pecked him on the cheek just then hearing his heart beat throb she knew he was alive and she hadn't killed him. Then started to drift off into a deep sleep in the comfort of the most amazing boy in the world. Her Simba- and she wasn't going to let him be killed just because of a stupid war. He needed her just as much as she needed him right now, just the affection and comfort she was giving him could help not hurt. She didn't care what Mufasa said about love weakens a warrior and all that, she loved him. How was it so wrong for them to cuddle with each other? No matter what she would by her future King's side.

''No matter'' She whispered into his ear giving him a slick wet lick on his cheek ruffling his fur, a small smile grew on Simba's muzzle as he slept away.

There ya have it, hope you liked. :) Review