Two older lions sit at the watering hole for a drink. Their territories are secure, and they lived their lives in a semi peaceful truce.
They started arguing about who raised the best sons. As they always did.
The true King of the Savannah arrived, who was their father.
The older Lion sat down next to his sons.
"You two still bickering over who sired the next king?" The older, scarred up lion spoke. The entire watering hole fell silent.
"Father, tell my brother I raised the best." The first lion spoke.
"It is true, your sons are strong, loyal fighters, but they are lacking." The older lion said passing judgement.
"See, brother, father thinks I am best." He boasted.
The brother said nothing, as he knew the weight of his fathers words.
"Ha, Ha! I see your pride is blinding you, and your silence is deafening you. So how about a wager?" The older lion, who was quite tired of this small feud.
He knew both sons would be fit to take over, but he still had some years left, and wanted to see if both sons truly did right by their sons.
"Yes, father?" both asked in unison.
"You see, just on the border of my domain, lives a maleless pride of lionesses, of all ages. They are truly picky with whom they mate, so they have not mated in many seasons. If you both
fancy yourselves as great as a father as I was to you, then your sons would be able to cross the hills and make that pride theirs." The older lion chortled, as the bartender brought him another drink.
The two fathers looked at each other. That pride was a legendary male eating pride. They did not let an unworthy male go. They killed and ate him. Wary of losing their sons, but their father had already decreed it. The two fathers left to go home and break the news to their families.
An older lioness joins the King. "Dear husband, do you realize that those lionesses will not be gentle with our grandchildren?" She asked.
"Ruling is not meant to be easy, or gentle. One does not always need to be strong, but also have the brains to overcome every challenge." He said sipping his drink.
"I will go then, and speak to the leader of that pride, as she and I are sisters." She said.
"Do as you please, but do not change a thing for them." He commanded.
After drinking, she left. It would be at sundown when she made it to their territory. She was welcomed, and the talks began...
The next Day...
Everyone on the Savannah was out to see the best of the two father's sons off. Their mothers wept, their friends gave them supporting back slaps.
As agreed on earlier, each son would go, one at a time, and try to subdue the pride into theirs.
The first son, a bit of a playboy muscle head, who thought little of lionesses, except as a warm wet tight place to store his dick left first.
It would not be but only two hours later, before the first son returned. He was battered, wounded and limping back.
"They almost killed me. I barely made it back. Good luck, brother." He said, before collapsing on the medical cot, being moved by gorillas.
Now the second son.
He never boasted of his strength, but remembered the lessons of when he was a cub. Always watching the adults, how they handled everything, and listened to every word.
He leaves, despite everyone trying to stop him.
An hour passes.
Then another.
And another.
Everyone assembled was worried. He was not the strongest lion, or the fastest. Surely he was food by now.
More hours passed, the crowd now having grown, to even the two legs. who took interest in this competition.
The sun has fallen, and now is about to rise again....
Over the hill, the second son returns, following behind him is the entire pride, plus one, who was in disguise.
The whole Savannah was relieved.
"How did you do it?" a Gazelle asked.
The second son answered.
"I spent hours circling their territory. Showing no interest in them what so ever. They were enticing me with their sprays, trying to lure me to my ultimate demise. But I showed no interest. Until finally when they could stand it no longer, their leader approached and offered herself to me, without biting my ass or balls. I obliged her and her alone.
"Why not my sisters?" She asked me.
"Because, I know the minute I enter that fray, I will be doomed. So I will take my time, and give each and everyone of you what you want, separately." I replied.
"When the others heard that, they fell in line and followed me." The son replied.
There was much celebration that day, as the male eating pride was tamed, but not with violence or disrespect, but a little thought and gentleness.