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Simba, Lion Prince of the Pride Lands, ran up the steep rocks on the back of Pride Rock. His paws scrambled against the steep incline, kicking down small boulders as he hopped up from ledge to ledge. He wasn't afraid because princes were never scared.

The lion cub was the spitting image of his father, Mufasa. Simba's small tail never stopped moving, curling and flicking behind his golden rump. His curious brown eyes were soft, innocent, and full of the self assurance of youth. He had no mane to speak of - yet. Simba checked his reflection in the watering hole every day for it, waiting impatiently for it to grow in. He couldn't wait to be king. And he wanted to tell everyone, and talk to anyone who would listen about how he would be king soon. They would be as excited as he was once he told them!

But Sarabi, his mother, was busy with the other lionesses. A grooming session - _yuck!_Simba wanted nothing to do with that.

What he really, really wanted was to go track down hyenas and kick their ugly tails out of the Pride Lands. That's what his father was out doing. He sighed, finally climbing the last rock and arriving at a ledge draped in shadow, hidden from the glaring sun of the Serengeti.

This was Uncle Scar's favorite spot. Simba knew Uncle Scar didn't go out kicking hyena tails due to an old injury. His job was to stay at home and keep the pride safe, in case any hyenas made it past Mufasa. No hyenas ever made it past Mufasa, because his dad was amazing, so Simba assumed Scar spent most of the day bored like him.

Simba found Scar prowling near the ledge. His Uncle's fur was darker than Simba's and Mufasa's. Less golden and more auburn with a sleek black mane. A single scar ran across one of his green eyes which had never fully healed. The scar was ugly, but Uncle Scar was fun. He always said funny things to Simba and made him laugh, although Scar rarely smiled.

"Hey Uncle Scar!" Simba said, running up to Scar's haunch. "Guess what?"

"I despise guessing games," Scar drawled, rolling his eyes and turning his lithe body away from the cub.

Simba giggled. "I'm going to be king of Pride Rock," he bragged.

"Oh goody."

"My dad just showed me the whole kingdom," Simba said, running to the ledge to look out over his land. "And I'm going to rule it all!"

"Yes. Well, forgive me for not leaping for joy. Bad back you know." Scar sat crookedly on his haunches, shrugged, and flopped onto his side. His unblinking emerald eyes never stopped staring at the cub. Simba's tail curled with excitement as his chest puffed, gazing out over his future kingdom. And beneath the cub's tailbase Scar would've glimpsed a small, light brown tail hole, and beneath that, a fuzzy pair of balls and tiny sheath, both the same golden-yellow color of the cub's coat.

Simba turned and smiled, bounding over to his uncle. He play growled and climbed up Scar's neck, trying to nip at his ear. The cub's body was less than half the size of Scar's. He could have lost himself in his uncle's black mane if he wanted to.

"Hey Uncle Scar?" Simba pondered. "When I'm king, what'll that make you?"

Scar grunted. "A monkey's uncle."

Simba giggled and rolled off the larger lion's neck, ending up laughing on his back. "You're so weird."

Scar's eyes narrowed as he looked down at the small lion. Simba's tiny paws bounced in the air while he laughed, the cub's soft fur and genitals staring back at Scar. Simba's bright brown eyes looked up at him, full of playfulness. "You have no idea." Scar grinned. "So, your father showed you the whole kingdom, did he?"

The lion cub's chest puffed out. "Everything."

"He didn't show you what's beyond that rise at the northern border...?" Scar prompted, feigning curiosity. He knew Mufasa wouldn't have shown his son the heart of the hyena's power. A single hyena could be deadly for a curious lion cub.

Simba's chest deflated, his oversized ears drooping. "Well, no... he said I can't go there."

"And he's absolutely right! Far too dangerous."

"What? Why?" Simba's golden ears perked back up with curiosity, his shiny white canines grinning up at his uncle. "You know what's out there, don't you? Don't you Uncle Scar?"

Scar gasped. "That's a secret, Simba. I absolutely, unequivocally, cannot tell you."

"Pleeeeease?" Simba begged, bouncing back up onto his four paws. He smiled as big as he could. This smile always worked on his mom and dad when he wanted something.

"No. Well... maybe."

It was working! "Maybe, huh? Come on Uncle Scar, you can trust me."

"Simba, Simba... I can't go around sharing secrets with just anyone."

Simba's eyes narrowed, his bottom lip jutting out in a pout. "I'm not just anyone. I'm your nephew."

"Still... alright. You win, Simba. If you do something for me, I'll do something for you,quid pro quo. Then I'll tell you what's beyond the edge of that border. Deal?"

"Deal!" Simba nearly shouted, squirming with excitement. "Okay, uhm, what am I supposed to do?"

"First, you have to keep this a secret. You being so clever and all, I bet you can do that, can't you?"

"I can keep a secret!"

"Hush!" Scar wrapped his paw around Simba and scooted him closer. Scar's large digits groped and massaged at the the cub's tail base, squeezing gently where his nephew's thin tail met his rump. "A real secret between me and you. No Nala, or Sarabi, or even... Mufasa," Scar spit the word out, but Simba didn't notice. He was too busy nodding his muzzle, his ears bouncing up and down.

"Good," Scar purred, using his large paw to push the young lion onto his back. Simba fell back with a small oomph, a cloud of dust making his pink nose wrinkle. "Now don't make too much noise."

"I won't!" Simba said in a loud whisper. "But I still don't understand..."

Scar moved his paw down the cub's form, hooking a digit around Simba's tail and tugging at it. Simba had curled the lithe appendage defensively against his belly, and now Scar was pulling it back towards the ground, exposing his groin. The way Scar's eyes roamed over his body made him feel uncomfortable, but he couldn't say why. It looked like Scar wanted to eat him or hug him, or maybe both. He instinctively tried to coil his tail back up, but Scar held it firmly to the ground.

"Uncle Scar?" Simba asked. Scar didn't look up at him; his eyes were transfixed between the cub's hind legs. The older lion's nostrils flared as he sniffed, his smile more sneer than smile.

Simba's little balls were held in a fuzzy sac tight against his groin, much smaller than his father's weighty sac, and now that he noticed by peeking between Scar's hind legs, much smaller than his uncle's as well. Scar's balls were huge in comparison: a virile pair of masculine orbs that bobbed from side to side when he walked. And in front of them a real sheath, almost like a Zebra's, swollen with the lion's budding arousal. Simba's sheath was no more than a tiny pouch, camouflaged between prepubescent balls and a soft, furry belly.

Scar didn't reply. He lowered his muzzle and stuck his tongue out, licking between Simba's hind legs. His rough feline tongue dragged the wrong way against Simba's blonde tail, pulling the fur up. And then he licked right over the lion cub's tail hole, the tiny orifice clenching away from the foreign sensation. Then Scar's tongue was gone from that place, dragging upwards and ending with a firm_lick_ against Simba's balls.

"H-Hey!" Stammered Simba, kicking his legs. "I don't need a bath."

Scar chuckled and lowered his muzzle, his hot breath tickling against the cub's tail hole. "I don't give baths; I'm not your mother. Now keep your voice down."

And then Simba felt Scar's tongue press against his tail hole again, but this time it stayed there, licking him over and over. Simba tried wriggling his hips back and forth to try and stop him, but Scar didn't stop. It wasn't the gentle, rhythmic licks from Sarabi that only brushed over his genitals once before moving on; it was a firm, impatient lick that lapped across his anus, tugging and stretching the tight ring of muscle.

Scar's black nose nudged Simba's balls out of the way as he pushed his muzzle firmly up against Simba's rump, right where his tail met his butt. His slobbery tongue started pushing against Simba's tight orifice instead of licking, until it almost felt like his Uncle tongue was trying to push inside him! His tail hole was getting wetter and wetter from the constant licks. Gross!

"I don't want to do this anymore, Uncle Scar!" Simba whined, his hind paws curling and pushing against Scar's forehead. Either Scar didn't hear him or didn't care because he didn't stop. His tongue pushed inside the cub and curled inside the inner ring of Simba's anus, tugging at the clenched muscle. The wet appendage lapped and prodded and touched Simba in ways he had never, ever experienced before.

It wasn't that it felt bad; it just felt so weird! Realizing that whatever Scar wanted wasn't exactly painful, Simba relaxed slightly. His hind paws stopped pushing against Scar's face and his tail stopped trying to curl itself back up to his belly. And unintentionally, it relaxed the rigid sphincter under his tail that Scar's tongue had been working so diligently on, allowing his Uncle's wet appendage to tug the cub's naturally stretchy tail hole to one side.

Simba whined and spread his hind legs further, his muzzle tilted back in a quiet 'oh' face. He had never, ever been touched this way, and he felt warm and fuzzy, like he had been running on a hot summer day chasing a gazelle. But he hadn't been running at all, and the warmth came from between his legs instead of from the sun. It was very confusing. And it was the opposite of painful. It almost felt good. Almost. More weird than good. Was this the secret Scar wanted him to keep? That if you licked a lion... on his tail hole, Simba blushed just thinking about where he was being licked, it could feel good?

A meek, kitten purrr escaped Simba's chest. He didn't mean it. Scar kept pushing his tongue just inside Simba's slickened anal ring and tugging at it, and each time it did it felt less weird and more good. And just as soon as it started to feel really good and send tingly feelings into Simba's tiny paws, it stopped.

Scar rumbled deep within his chest, apparently satisfied. His tongue retreated and gave Simba's tailhole one more firm, slobbery lick before he lifted his muzzle, his nose nuzzling at Simba's balls. "Simba, Simba," Scar purred, gazing up into Simba's soft brown eyes, "That was for you. Now, you'll have to do something for me."

"S-something for you?"

Scar rolled his eyes and drawled his tongue between Simba's legs, catching on one of the cub's balls and lifting it up before letting it fall back down against Simba's groin. Simba quivered. "Yes, that's what I said. Now, get on all fours. I've sure you've seen your daddy mounting enough lionesses to know what I'm talking about."

Simba had seen his dad mate many lionesses. Mostly his mother Sarabi, but other lionesses too. He had heard their yowling and made fun of it with Nala, always running away with her to go catch butterflies or play King of Pride Rock when the adults made their weird noises. He had never seen Scar mating a lioness, though.

And now Scar wanted him... like that? Like a lioness? Why? What was he supposed to do for Scar?

"Why?"

Scar stood over the cub. Simba could see Scar's penis, red and pointed, and behind it his balls hung heavily within their furry puch. What Simba couldn't see were the barbs that made a lioness yowl; they were invisible, laying flat against his Uncle's growing cock. "This is the favor, Simba. Get on all fours, raise that rump of yours, look north, and then I'll tell you what's over there."

"You promise?" Simba was suspicious now; this hadn't turned out like he had expected.

"Cross my heart," Scar held a paw up to his chest and made an X over it before narrowing his eyes. "Now roll over," he said in a voice that offered no chance for protest.

Simba gulped. He did as his uncle said and rolled over to his paws. He kept his hips raised slightly, like he had seen the lionesses do.

Scar moved over him like a cloud's shadow. "Remember, not so loud." Simba's heart pounded within his small chest as he felt Scar's hot, wet penis push up against his tail base. His uncle's penis dribbled something sticky onto his fur, matting it. His mom would be so mad if he came home with matted fur again!

Scar grunted impatiently, his cock tip poking around for the cub's tight hole. "Move your tail, kit."

Oh, right. The lionesses hadn't kept their tails clamped to the ground like Simba had his. Simba obediently moved it to the side, keeping his eyes focused on that shadowy place. He wanted to know what was there! If this was all Uncle Scar wanted, to play like Mufasa played with his lionesses, that wasn't so bad.

And then Simba's eyes went wide as his uncle's scorching hot penis pushed against his anus, the cub's wet tail hole dimpling inwards at the pressure. Simba yelped and tried to jump forward. Scar's paw came down quickly on his shoulder blades, pushing his chest into the ground, his claws digging into Simba's back. "H-hey! Ow!" Simba protested, unable to move.

The pressure increased against his tail hole; Simba's anus instinctively clenched against the intrusion, but it didn't help. Scar's saliva had slickened the cub's tiny orifice perfectly for his uncle's cock. Scar groaned; Simba whined. The cub's anal ring stretched slowwwwwly around his uncle's hot tip. If Scar's tongue had felt weird, his penis felt even weirder, and it hurt! "Ow!" Simba yelped, his voice echoing across the side of Pride Rock as his uncle claimed his anal virginity.

"Hush!" Scar scolded him, "It will feel good soon. I promise, Simba." Scar kept his paw on Simba's back and pushed his hips forward, grunting as he slid another inch of his cock under his nephew's tail.

Simba whined, but he didn't yelp again. It didn't feel good, but it didn't hurt as much as it did right at the start. The little lion moved his hips, not used to the intruding feeling of something being pushed into his tail hole. It felt... felt beyond the cub's words. Uncomfortable? Shameful? He wasn't sure what he was supposed to be feeling as Scar started moving his hips backwards and then forwards, each movement pushing his cock deeper into Simba.

The cub blushed. This was for lionesses, not proud princes. He wanted to tell Scar to stop, that he didn't want this, didn't want things in his tail hole, especially not that thing! But he didn't. He kept his muzzle shut and whined against the dirt.

Simba felt each tug and push of Scar's penis, felt it back there, in his tail hole. He felt stretched and full, and every time Simba thought Scar couldn't possibly push any deeper he did, making Simba claw at the ground and squirm. His tail hole slowly stretched wider than it had ever been before, the cub proving to be quite stretchy in handling an adult lion's thick shaft.

Scar hissed, his last thrust ending with hips flush up against the cub's. Simba felt his uncle's heavy balls bump up against his own smaller ones, causing the cub to clench his tail hole around the base of Scar's cock. The tight sphincter rippled and squeezed around the base of his uncle's shaft in a way no lioness ever could, but Simba didn't know that. All he knew was the sound of his uncle's moan, and how his paw trembled against Simba's shoulders.

And after squeezing a few more times and taking a few trembling breaths, his anus started to relax, and Simba started to feel a little less weird and a little more... good. Simba shivered. He felt good in a foreign, exciting way that made him mewl_like a lioness. But he was the Prince of the Pride Lands! And squeezing his lewdly stretched tail hole around his uncle's penis felt _so good.

Simba whined and lifted his slender hips a little higher. Scar purred, pulling his hips back slightly before rocking them forward again, his heavy balls slapping dominantly up against Simba's smaller ones.

"Good kitten," Scar said, praising Simba as he started to thrust more vigorously under the cub's tail. Lewd, squelchy sounds filled the air, punctuated by little kitten-squeaks by Simba every time Scar hilted him.

When his uncle thrusted at just the right angle, something inside Simba made him gasp and moan. His own penis peeked from his sheath, the tiny red nub paltry in comparison to Scar's breeding tool. Scar ignored it as his thrusts became faster and faster, more lustful and irregular. His hot breath wheezed against Simba's neck, tickling the cub's fur.

"Now squeeze!" Scar growled. His jaws nipped at Simba's neck, taking his scruff into his maw and holding it tightly.

Simba mewled and squeezed as hard as he could, clamping his stretched anal ring around Scar's penis like a vice. Scar shuddered and grunted into Simba's neck, rewarding the cub with a rhythmic throb, throb under his tail as Scar deposited his sperm deep into the cub's belly. Each twitch of his shaft signalled another splurt of ropey lion cum being flung into Simba's bowels, meant for impregnating lionesses, and instead being used to fill the young male's anal passage.

The older lion's virile sperm filled Simba, Scar's months of pent-up seed seemingly never ending. Simba's tail hole stretched a little wider with each pulse of Scar's cock_,_ and between each splurt the cub squeezed, unknowingly milking and coaxing every drop of lion cum from his uncle. And suddenly it hurt! Simba _yowled!_like a lioness as a sharp stab of pain pricked him under his tail, right inside his tail hole, causing him to wince and pull away.

Scar grunted and let him squirm out from under him, the last of his orgasm splattering over Simba's anus and tail, coating him in a layer of musky semen.

"Ow! Ow, ow," Simba said, wincing as he walked away, cum oozing from his inseminated tail hole.

Scar licked at his loins until his barbed shaft retreated back into its sheath, eyeing Simba's well-bred rump. "You make a good lioness, future King."

"I'm not a lioness," Simba whined. The sharp pain was gone, and in its place was a slow ache and very... full feeling. He lay down and started mimicking Scar's grooming, trying to lap up all of the sticky cum from his fur. It tasted salty and metallic, and the smell reminded him of his dad.

"Of course," Scar replied, watching the cub with feigning interest. "Now, as promised, that shadowy place..."

"Yes?" Simba's ears perked up, his face bright.

"...is an elephant graveyard."

"Whoa!" Simba stood up on all fours, tail straight out, ready to immediately go and see it.

Scar interrupted him. "But Simba, promise me you'll never visit that dreadful place." He leaned down and hugged his cum-filled nephew tight against his side.

Simba didn't even glance towards his uncle. His eyes were transfixed on the northern border, Scar's strange game with having him act like a lioness already far from his mind. If that's all it took to learn about the location of an elephant graveyard, then he'd do it every day!

"Uhm... no problem." He couldn't lie, directly, but already his young mind was whizzing away on how he could go visit it. A graveyard. Cool!

His Uncle let him out of his hug and smiled. "There's a good lad. You run along now and have fun. And remember," Scar nuzzled at the young lion's well bred rump, his tongue lapping up a final dribble of cum from his tail hole, "it's our little secret."