Having as many siblings and half siblings as she did, Biskayayayaya had grown out of any illusions that she was particularly special within the clan, but that made less than no difference to the adolescent hyena. There were so many perks to being a princess in the clan Yaya would have had an incredibly difficult time listing them all, but fortunately she had never been called upon to list them all and even if she had been, they really would have boiled down to just the one really excellent perk, which happened to be the undeniably fact that as long as it did not piss off either of the queens, a girl who was a princess could do whatever the hell she wanted.
And that was just what Yaya did the majority of the time.
This particular afternoon being kind of blah and yucky, the dust colored hyena teen had no interest in going outside of her corner of the den where she stood an excellent chance of getting rained on. Rain would undoubtedly mess up her 'do, and she had spent hours the day before working paste into the crest of mane that went down her neck so that it would stiffly hold the shape she had designed for it.
Okay, so technically it had been that slave Manyara the lioness who had actually done all the working in of paste, but Yaya had supervised and come up with the whole design, not to mention mixing the paste and testing it on some of the younger males in the pride who could be easily bullied into holding still while she smeared sticky white colored paste into their hair to make it stick out in odd directions or curl or form vague shapes.
The point was that Yaya's hair style was a work of art that had required her to sleep in an awkward position all night so that she would not roll onto it and there was no way in this world or any other she was going to take the chance of being rained on.
That being the case, and the majority of her siblings being too stupid to recognize the dangers inherent in being rained on for a person who had a care for their 'do, Not even any of her worthless brothers were inside to be bossed around and picked on. It seemed every other member of the clan whose opinion meant something was nowhere to be found. And that meant that poor Yaya found herself absolutely and totally bored without a single soul worth talking to.
Not that she thought most souls were worth talking to anyway, but now that she was not surrounded by people to talk to the want of potential conversations was making itself felt. How was a girl of Yaya's considerable wit and insight to keep herself on the top of her game if she did not constantly keep in practice? It was such a tribulation sometimes to have to be the only one in the family with brains and beauty.
"Well, s**t," Yaya remarked softly to herself. "I ain't tryin'a sit on my a** all day a'cause'a some punk-a** rain."
Being the utterly brilliant problem solver that she was, it did not take Yaya very long at all to seize on a plan of action that would keep her amused for at least a little while and also get her a little bit of exercise. She could appreciate a shapely female a** and she knew that others felt the same, but there was a gigantic difference between some sensually jiggling junk in the trunk and thunder thighs. Yaya was not about to allow herself to fall into the latter category.
"Hey boy, get yo' scrawny a** in hurr!" she hollered from the edge of the den to one of the male commoners. While she was there she took a moment to look up at the sky to make sure she was correct in her forecast. Yep. It still looked like the wrath of the gods was going to come down at any moment in liquid form. She congratulated herself once more on her good sense in staying out of it.
The cowed and submissive male was probably about Yaya's age and if she had asked one of her many sisters they might have known his name, but Yaya did not know the names of any of the males in the pride except for her own brothers and her father, and even with her brothers she got them mixed up sometimes. There were a hell of a lot of them after all, and they were not really important enough to bother keeping track of. Not to mention they all had boring names that sounded alike, unlike her own magnificent six syllable moniker.
Males did not interest her in any way. She did not even find them useful for sex. They just did not appeal to her in any way. However, this male would serve her purposes for the afternoon. She wanted someone to make music for her so that she could spend her afternoon perfecting her moves.
"A'ight. Alls I wantcha to do is lay down a beat. Got it?"
At the bemused and befuddled look the young male gave her Yaya realized that he had no idea what she meant and so she would be forced to demonstrate. No wonder Yaya neither knew nor cared what his name was. She had obviously chosen one of the more idiotic specimens of the sex to oblige her. What kind of fool didn't know how to lay down a beat?
"Word. Like this yo. Boom ts. Boom ba boom ts! And keep it up." After several false starts her unwilling musician got the beat down and Yaya was able to get down.
"Mm! Oooo yeeah. Aw baby that's right!" Yaya sang to herself over the bass line he was setting down for her and began to dance.
She was indifferent to the much put upon expression worn by her press ganged beat boxer. Instead she began to back her a** up and shake her booty without a hint of shame. Yaya knew herself to be an excellent dancer, and she bet with her hair in it's 'do she looked beyond fine. Oh, it was indeed a great life to be a princess.
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