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Bilijo wasn't down to bang uglies (at least not more than once), but she had worked herself up as Tazira led her to Taraxa's den. Maybe this Taraxa was fairly good looking. Who knew right? Bilijo would keep an open mind, even though she hadn't really noticed him before. Besides, it sounded like he had very fertile loins.

When Tazira led her to the mouth of the den, Bilijo immediately marched herself inside. It was ... it was filthy. Bilijo's eyes widened slightly. It was disgusting!

It was ... in need of a female paw. Bilijo's expression of horror and disgust became more thoughtful. Pleased, almost. This Taraxa was certainly in need of a good woman.

Turning her attention to the great mound of a lion passed out in a heap of garbage, Bilijo noticed the hyena for the first time. If it was a thrall, it wasn't a very good one. It also appeared to be gingerly poking at Taraxa with a stick. "Shoo!" Bilijo snapped, waving one manly paw at it. The creature stuck its tongue out at her and skittered out of the den, dodging her easily. "Hmmph. I can't say much for your housekeeping, Taraxa," Bilijo muttered.

A half-eaten haunch of meat stuck to the side of Taraxa's face looked like it would make a good snack while Bilijo waited for Taraxa to wake up. Shrugging her beefy shoulders, she lowered her head and peeled it away from Taraxa's fur to munch on it.

Beautiful. Bilijo liked the sound of that. If her mouth hadn't been stuffed full of meat, she would have smiled sweetly at Taraxa.

It was impolite to speak with your mouth full, so Bilijo calmly chomped her way through the rest of the haunch before replying. She swallowed most of it without chewing to speed the process along. This caused her to choke, but only slightly. Bilijo's throat was truly a champ. "I had heard that you were lonely and might need some company," Bilijo said, baring her yellow teeth at Taraxa in a demure smile. "My name's Bilijo, and I know you're the great Reaver Taraxa."

She supposed Taraxa's coat was kind of okay, even though his mane was all whitebread. He had the same markings as the turd-lioness, but he was all big and buff to her short and shrimpy. He was especially buff around the midsection, like Bilijo herself. Not bad. She gave him a seductive look through lowered eyelashes.

A beautiful, stunning face! Of course, Bilijo was well aware that she was beautiful and stunning, but she didn't hear it often enough. Likely because the males that saw her were too stunned by her beauty to speak up. That small turdy lioness had led her to a pretty good male. Bilijo preened a bit, feeling quite pleased.

The huge haunch of meat had taken most of the edge off her hunger, and Bilijo thought she could probably stand to go without food for maybe the next five to ten minutes. That left much, much more than enough time for her and Taraxa to get busy.

It was time to swoop in for the kill.

"You're so handsome, Taraxa," Bilijo cooed. "Such lovely dark stripes and brown fur. I do admire brown males so much." Flutter-flutter went her eyelashes. She paused to suck a chunk of gristle out from between her teeth before continuing. "We'll make the most beautiful cubs together." She waggled her hips suggestively. The erotic tension in the filthy den was thick enough to cut with a knife, and then smear on a whole loaf of bread for a tiny snack.

There was probably a whole lot of meaning in Taraxa's blitherblather that flew straight over Bilijo's head, but whatevs. She got the gist. The summary, if you will. You just had to read between the lines, possibly with the aid of the world's most powerful magnifying glass.

"You want to marry me?"

Bilijo swooned. She had been waiting her whole life to swoon, and by god she was going to make the most of it.

Going up onto her tiptoes to achieve maximum height and thus velocity, the massive pink lioness collapsed onto Taraxa.

Bilijo flopped back onto Taraxa, holding a paw to her forehead. A half-swoon.

"Of course not, my big snugglepluff," Bilijo moaned, fluttering her eyelashes like mad at the steamy hunk of man. "Just new to your--OUR--den."

She rolled around, her limbs flopping limply, and tumbled onto the filthy den with all four legs splayed. "Oh take me, my big brown stud!" Bilijo wailed. "Make me a real woman, Tarrrooooooonxa!"

Bilijo made a loud whining sound, rolling around on her back. "I don't want to be fetching all kinds of s**t," she groaned, her snugglepluffy talk giving way to profanity as soon as she was inconvenienced. "There's plenty of food on the floor!"

In fact, that was a great idea. She hooked a claw into a chewed up bone and hauled it to her. It was kind of old and gross but she was HUNGRY and so she jammed it into her mouth and began crunching noisily.

"Nowf gimme fum brown maaaaaannnmeeeeaaatshhhh," Bilijo drawled around the bone, trailing one sticky paw through Taraxa's fur. "My chubby hubby."