In Another World as the Lion King[Fate/MLP: FiM Fanfic SI] – Chapter 3

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The sun, controlled by Celestia, shined its morning rays down upon my Camelot as I walked up the heights tower of 'Rhongomyniad' and walked onto the roof.

And I was meet with the orange horizon alongside the city down below the that surrounded the main castle and the desert that began beyond the walls. Though off to the side was oasis, I had saved Izma and all the Zebras from the slave traders.

And to think that had only happened a week ago, and it felt like months for me. Cause my knights and I had spent the last seven days making Camelot comfortable for the would-be slaves. Along with also preparing to fight Izmohtep and liberate all of Zebrica from his dictatorial control.

Which was a work in progress.

And speaking of Izma, I found the anthropomorphic Zebra standing at the edge of the tower's roof like she always did every morning.

"Good morning Izma, I see that you have found yourself up here once again?" The sound of my sudden voice, causing her to jump in place.

"Ah, your majesty, I didn't notice you," My new advisor/secretary apologized as she turned around and kneeled before me.

"Please stand," I said, and Izma quickly stood back up. "I haven't asked why the last few mornings because I did not want to pry. But now, my curiosity has gotten the better of me. So why do you stand up here and look across the landscape?"

"To make sure that I am not dreaming, to make sure that I am not in the hands of those slavers. And to also see what our nation can become thanks to you, your Majesty," Izma said in reverence.

"I assure you, Izma, that this is not a dream, that you are free and that your country will be free of Izmohtep's tyranny," I promised her as I hugged the adult Zebra's body. Her breasts pressing against my own pair.

"Your Majesty, I don't think this appropriate behavior," Izma said back as she tried to lave the hug, but I wouldn't let.

"Not letting you go, I need to hug you, and you need to be hugged to feel better. And I don't think you should talk to me about inappropriate behavior because you have been giving me some wonderful blowjob these last couple of mornings," I said in response, and I watched Izma's fur get a shade dark than it currently was. Yeah, the Zebra had been given me a blowjob every morning after she had walked in on me stroking my morning wood. And so, despite my protest, she had offered up her body to me to use as I please. And I only really allowed it because it was her kink to fuck royalty as her and the now-deceased Empress had the same kind of relationship. Though their relationship had involved a lot more cunt licking that cocksucking, but she had practiced on a lot of toys. And so who was I to kink shame and deny her the pleasure she desired? I wasn't the kinda prudish Arturia anymore; no, I was also a man with a very healthy libido who would like to get his dick wet. Well, her dick wet, considering I was futa extraordinaire.

And her mouth and pussy made for good practice until I went after my knights, cause I had wanted them to get used to their new bodies. Though I believed either Mordred or Morgan desired me as I thought one of the others like to watch, me masturbate before I went to bed. Though I hadn't confronted whoever had done it yet, as I liked to give them a free show. And I wondered if there would come a point where they would just enter and ride me, to fulled by their own lust.

It the image of either Mordred or Morgan doing; it, was rather hot.

"And speaking of blowjobs," I said as I broke off the hug. "Would you so kindly to service me, Izma?" I asked as my clothes dissipated, and my cock was freed from its clothy confines and now stood fully erect and throbbing at about twenty inches. Standing proudly between my breasts as it had grown a lot over the last few days. Seemingly to match what the stallions of this world possessed. I blamed Merlin for that fact, though thankfully, it was very small when not erect now behaving like a certain President's cock.

"Of course, your Majesty, please relax and let me serve you," Izma spoke, her voice filled with lust as she took hold of my cock with both her and began to jerk me off while also placing her muzzle against my bulbous cockhead. "No matter how many times I've seen it over the last week. I am still surprised by the fact that you human's dicks are not inside sheath's like all other races on Equusm though that is what makes it special and so cute," Izma said as she took it into her mouth and I couldn't help but blush even harder at the compliment and also moaned as my cockhead was fully inside her warm and spit filled mouth.

Though hopefully, this wouldn't take to long as we did have a meeting with my knights we needed to get too.

Though they wouldn't be mad if we were a few minutes late, would they?

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"Glad that you could join us, sister," Morgan spoke as Izma, and I entered the throne room, and both of us had blushes of embarrassment on our faces as we had gotten a little too into it and I had bent the Zebra over and fucked her on the top of the tower for a little bit longer than necessary. For this new body of mine had a very high libido and filled to the brim with lust.

"My apologies," I apologized as I took my place upon my throne and manifested the Round Table so that she and my knights could sit down. With Izma taking the chair that was directly beside mine.

"No need to apologize, my King, Sir Mordred was late as well," Gawain said with a smile on her face as she got a moment to tease her sister.

And Mordred just scolded as she leaned against her chair, though unlike her fellow knights, my daughter was no longer dressed in her bulky armor, but rather the casual clothes that Kairi had given to her. Which had become a part of her Saint Graph, so she could now wear it whenever she wanted. The same was true for the clothes Shirou had given me, though they were a bit tight on my bustier body.

"Gawain don't tease your sister," I said, and the Knight of the Sun looked away with red on her face over having been called out. "Now that we're all here, we can commence this Round Table meeting. A week has passed since I arrived in this land and summoned you all and six since I incarnated you and six since we last meet at the Round Table. Now I want a progress report on all the assignments I gave to you," I said. "Though first an announcement, I believe we should have these Round Table meetings at least once a week so that we all can collectively give reports and keep us all up to date on what is happening and also to discuss how we should proceed on an issue that might have popped up. Does anyone of you object to this?" I asked, and surprisingly none of them did, not even Morgan and Mordred. My apology last week must really have shaken her. "Then we shall commence with that idea as best as possible. Now Gareth and Bedivere, how are the rescued Zebras doing, and what is the status of Camelot?" I asked, cause despite having created the place, I held little Authority over the place and possessed no form of clairvoyance when within its walls, unlike what Ozymandias could do with his Temple. The only thing I really had command over was when the Light of Judgement was released and where. And I had no need for that weapon right now.

"The seem to be very happy, my King, and so far they had lodged no complaints with either the Knight Enforcers or us," Bedivere stated.

"Yeah, they seem to be very happy being here, which is no surprise as now they have their needs being taken care of and don't have to worry about going hungry anymore, and as for the city, well, the walls are as bright and peerless as Galahad's new butt," Gareth said. Which caused a dark cloud to form over the Grail Knight's head as she was reminded of how sexy her new body was. Which made sense as it was a copy of Mash's, which he lamented a bit having confided in me that she did not think she was worthy of warring her face. Which was rather adorable, though I had told him that she would be happy her face was one that smiled at people while saving them. Which had made her feel better, but he was still not comfortable about her new body, a problem I hoped to fix. But the only solution I had to the problem was to fuck Galahad so that she became more comfortable with it via mind-numbing bliss.

God, my brain was just filled with sex.

"And with the help of Tristain, we have calculated that this Camelot is capable of sustaining a population of about one hundred thousand individuals," Bedivere reported. "All thanks to the Grail having the power to create the needed stuff."

"I see. Good job, all three of you; that is good information to know as it will allow us to integrate more refuges more easily," I said, and they all smiled as I praised them for a job well done. "And speaking of refuges, your next mission is too liberate as many of Zebrica's people in the southern area and take the hardest hit back to Camelot so that we can deprive Izmohtep of resources as well as save people. And you're allowed to bring a dozen Knight Enforcers with you," I ordered the three, and they nodded their heads accepting their order. And as for why I had sent them down south? It was because, according to Izma, Southern Zebrica and the regions that made it up were hit hardest by Izmohtep and suffered the most. As they had been able to create an opposing army and fight the usurper to the throne, and so because they had managed to hold out the longest. Izmohtep had hit even harder back and cursed most of the regions to suffer from various curses, and so the areas had been suffering through famines, not the Pegasi that lived their natively trying to bring in water to offset the destruction had not been able to prevent it.

"And as for Knight Enforcers, how is the production of the Automata Army going, my sister?" I asked Morgan cause she was the one making all of the Knight Enforcers. As I wasn't the Goddess Rhongomyniad, I could not. But she had been able to make her own versions after telling her about them.

"I am capable of producing fifty a day, but I am working my way to being able to automize it, so that you may get the million-unit strong army that you desire," Morgan responded, and yeah, I desired about million Knight Enforcers while that may sound like a very large number it really wasn't then you put it into the perspective of how large Zebria actually was. And it was close to the size of Earth's Africa and even had the same general shape of it too. So, yeah, I was going to need that many if I wanted the place defended properly. Of course, I wanted to work in conjunction with Zebrica soldiers we could hopefully recruit. Cause in the end, even if they were very smart, they were still golems. "Though you will have enough numbers for when we try to liberate the current capital."

"That is good to hear; hopefully, we can be ready in three weeks to take on Izmohtep," I said. "Now, the other thing I had you check out?"

"I was able to investigate the Laylines of the land, and I was able to tell that Izmohtep is draining a great deal of power from them having gained complete control over most of them. Which also confirms the fact that he was able to take control of the Authority over the energy of the land," A tone of disgust filled her voice, which was understandable as my sister used to have the same authority over the lands of Briton. As did the Tsars of Russia.

During our third day here, Izma had told me when I had asked if being Empress over Zebrica came with special privileges. And she had told me it did, and it was something like Ivan and my sister possessed along. Though she did not know if he had managed to gain that power as it was tied to the royal bloodline, and now Morgan's words had confirmed her fears.

"Do not worry, Izma, we will take him down," I comforted the distraught female Zebra. "Though I am a bit concerned about all the mana, he is draining from the Leylines, cause that means he needs it for something."

"You're correct in that assumption, my King," Lancelot spoke, and I nodded for her to proceed as the job I had sent her on was to infiltrate the capital of Zebrica, which was located here in the Egyptza region, though at the northern end of it, which directly opposite of our position. We were currently at the region's southern border. "When I was infiltrating the city of Zairo." And boy, the names were really starting to make me cringe. Why MLP? Why do you have to be this way? "I saw that they were in the middle of building a massive tower in the city's center. And I've also seen several markers placed around the city, and I could tell that magical energy is being gathered in the tower," Lancelot reported.

"And what of the people, Sir Lancelot, how are they?" Izma asked.

"They are bound by fear, Lady Izma with Izmohtep and his supporters making their lives as miserable as possible. But they are all surviving," Lancelot answered sadness, filling her voice.

"I guess they are trying to set up some kind of magic ritual? Should we go and smash it?" Mordred asked, bringing the conversation back on topic.

"That definitely looks like that is the case," I said in response cause I had read enough stuff to recognize that trope. "Though not before Morgan has taken a look at it, and sure that its destruction won't cause significant destruction. And if it doesn't, you have my permission to smash it." Mordred's face split into a massive grin at that.

"So my King, what are the next orders you have for us?" Gawain asked as she had been put on Gate Guardian duty this past week to make sure that any of Izmohtep's men/bandits did not discover us, and so far, it had worked. Though sadly, none of the men she had killed had been hauling around slaves. As for why she had been going for the kills well, it was easy to discover that none one besides Izmohtep's inner circle and the evil Zebra himself knew what was going on.

They were all just uninformed mooks who committed great evils.

"Tristan, Gareth, and Bedivere have their orders, Morgana, you're to continue your work, and you as well Agravain I want you and Izma to continue making legislation and laws that can be easily implemented when takedown Izmohtep and bring backorder. Lancelot, you're going back to Zairo to continue your spying, though if you see something truly horrendous, you're allowed to act. Mordred, you have Gate Guardian duties this week." That caused her grinning face to dip a little. "Gawain and Galahad, you will be going on a quest."

That caused eyebrows to be raised, and I couldn't help but smile for it had been so long since any of them had gone on a good old quest for a magic artifact. "Truly, my King, very well, I accept this honor what is what we shall slay or retrieve?" The now busty sun knight asked.

"Now that we have established a proper base, we can now act on more of the information that Izma and the other refugees have provided us. Now she has told us in an old tomb in the region Zethopia there is a tomb that contains an artifact that can allow one to enter the realm of dreams that exist in this world. You're to retrieve that artifact for me, for it will be helpful to our course," I informed the two.

"If that is what you desire, my King, I will retrieve for you," Galahad politely spoke, giving me a quick bow, and she quickly sat down again. So polite and kind, it still surprised how much of a contrast she was to her Father well mother now, as it were.

"I am glad you accept, now all of you, your new orders will take effect tomorrow morning, so for the rest of the day, you can relax or even mingle with our new citizens. Just use this day to relax and prepare yourself for tomorrow," I ordered, and they all nodded their heads except for Morgan, of course, but she never bowed before me. And I appreciated that fact, as even if she had improved a lot, she was still Morgan the cold witch of Britain right now and not the warrior maiden or the innocent and good fairy. "When that will be all for today," I told them as I stood up and left them to their devices.

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Mordred walked silently through the halls of Castle Camelot as the last rays of the evening sun shined through the stained glass windows.

But to the Knight of Treachery, this was not Camelot, not the Camelot she knew anyway, no this was a brand new Camelot, and new and better one where they would not have to fight against a changing world. There would be no need for sacrifices this time, no need to dismantle villages to keep their army sustained. But it was still very familiar to Mordred, while still being not familiar at the same time.

It was very confusing for Mordred, but she could deal with it.

But what she couldn't deal with was Father, at least the version of Father that had summoned all of them. It was the same with Camelot; this Father felt familiar but yet not. It was a new version of Father, one that was capable of expressing her emotions, one that constantly smiled at them all. One that wasn't trying to be the perfect inhuman King.

And it confused, Mordred.

It was a new Father that had apologized to Mored had said she was sorry in how badly she had handled her. But Mordred knew better; she had admitted it to herself that she would never have been satisfied even if Father had acknowledged her during life. Mordred knew that she would have just demanded more and more from her King. For Father to just forget about Britain and Camelot and just focus all of her attention on Mordred. And she knew she would have destroyed the country by doing that.

And it was because of that Mordred was confused, and that why she had accepted the apology, because she was still confused by the new and arguable even better Father that had summoned them. One that had lived another life where she was not King and had then become human. Before arriving in this world and becoming King Arthur once again and regaining her memories.

The Knight of Treachery was very confused.

Cause she did not know how to deal with all the new emotions that Father had awakened and all the old ones she had killed. For she no longer felt a need for validation or even the throne. But Father apologizing and smiling, just confused.

And so Mordred had tried to confront her King about the situation the first night, but she had failed Mordred had not talked with Father. Cause she had made Mordred even more confused. Cause that night, Mordred had opened the door to her King's chambers. Preparing to enter an area, she had no right to be in.

But she hadn't opened it all the way, no Mordred hadn't it all the way. No, she had opened it just a little bit and then stopped as even in the small hole Mordred had seen the King in all of her naked glory.

She had seen all of it and what the King had done that night. She had seen her Father stroke her cock and blowing her load all over herself. And then her King had finished, Mordred had walked away. She had returned the next night and watched the same thing happen again. And did so again the next night.

And so for the past week, Mordred had watched Father jerk of her cock ever night. Mordred had stared at Arturia Pendragon's beautiful body and masturbated her own pussy. Cumming the same time that Father did, and so she just felt ashamed and confused while also hating herself because she acted like a coward, all the while touching herself to her King's sexy body. Watching as Father's cock grew in size until she could put in between her breasts and fill her mouth up with her thick cum loads. Cum loads that Mordred was starting to want to have inside of her womb.

Yes, Mordred desired to be pierced by that Rhongomyniad, not the weapon but the mighty cock that hung between her Father's legs.

What is wrong with me? Why don't I act? Mordred asked herself as she made her way to her Father's chamber to jill herself off to her King's made for sex body.

"Ah, Sir Mordred, how are you this fine evening?" A voice asked the illegitimate Pendragon, which brought her out of her thoughts, and she saw that it was Lady Izma that was talking to her. A person she was still getting used even after a week as she was not used to seeing humanoid animals like her. This place was just so damn weird in her mind even if it was kinda cool as one of the Zebra's that Father had rescued was kinda cool, and the children seemed to adore them and found her pretty damn cool. She had even heard one of them say she wanted to be as awesome as Mordred, and that had made the former Saber of Red smile. And Mordred kinda disliked her as she had been given the honor of serving the King's body with her own, an act Mordred had accidentally seen. A position she now desired.

"I am fine, Lady Izma," Was Mordred's short response to Father's new advisor, who Agravain seemed to have made a good friend out of. Good for her scowling idiot of a brother.

"Are you sure, you look like you have a lot on your mind?" She asked. But because she had that position, she might be able to assist Mordred in her desires.

"Actually, there is something one my mind a question I only be you can answer," Mordred said, speaking more formally than she normally would.

"And that is?" The Zebra asked.

"I know that you service Father's body with your own," Mordred stated, which caused Izma to flush the fur around her face darkening a bit. "And, so I, I want you to help me do that the same."

"What?"

"I want you to help me fuck my Father, okay!" Mordred almost shouted at Izma, and in response well, the young female Zebra only smiled.

"I see I didn't think you were that kind of woman Sir Mordred," That caused Mordred to flush red even harder. "But I am not one to shame another for their desires, considering my own… kinks. And could appreciate your assistance Sir Mordred for our King's cock is starting to get too much for even for me, and every King, especially a merciful one like Arturia, deserves a harem. So do not worry, I have the perfect plan."

And suddenly, Mordred felt like she had just entered dangerous territory.