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Nala's Bedroom...Feet

for Johnzaloog

by Draconicon

Ever since Nala showed up, Simba felt conflicted around his old friend. They'd always been good friends, rivals, play-mates, but now that they were older, something had changed. Something that he really didn't know how to handle.

Something that came when she'd pinned him when they fought.

The lion blushed as he remembered how it felt to fight someone that could actually fight back rather than the weak predators that had long since learned to leave Timon and Pumbaa well enough alone. The vultures, the snakes, the foxes and weasels and the occasional jaguar that dared to show their head around the jungle? They'd all learned to clear out and barely put up anything resembling a fight once he showed up, so he'd almost forgotten what it was like to be in a fight for his life against someone that wasn't holding back.

And Nala hadn't held back. He still had a bruise on his chest from where she'd kicked him down that first time, and he was half-sure that she'd left footprints all up and down his body from their fight, particularly when she'd flipped him overhead and managed to step on him to pin him at the end.

And to think, I recognized her by...

That was the thing that both embarrassed him and left his shaft stirring just a bit between his legs. He squirmed, sitting with his back to the arguing meerkat and warthog behind him. His shaft was already rising, showing itself as he thought about being pinned beneath her again, thinking of her...

Her toes, more than anything else, but also the slight scent that clung to the bottom of her feet, the way that he'd smelled that and remembered the number of times that she'd flipped him over and pinned him in the past. There was something...odd there, not just a reminder of their childhood and the nostalgia there, but...something else. Something that made him tingle down there in a way that he normally really didn't.

What the heck was going on with him? Why did Nala make him feel like that, and for her...her feet, of all things?

"Hey? Hey, Simba!"

Timon's voice finally cut through his nervous thoughts, and he turned. The meerkat walked over, sitting beside him.

"Hey, kid...you know why that girl came here? She didn't tell us nothing."

"Um...mostly, she wanted me to go back."

"Huh? Why the hell would she want - oh. Oooooooh. Heh." Timon elbowed his side. "Heh, I gotcha."

"What? What are you talking about?"

"Come ooooon, you know what I'm saying. You've got a girl."

"H-hey, come on. That's not what it's like at all."

"Come on, kid. You know what I'm saying. She came all this way to find you? What, you guys sweethearts before you left the Pride Lands?"

"...Um...well."

"HA! Kid, if she came all this way, then she's gotta have something for you. You want my advice?"

"Sure."

"Take it and leave it."

"...Huh?"

"Take it and leave it, kid. Have your fun, make sure that she's happy, but then kick her out. You don't want any more of that, and from the looks of her? She's gonna want more than you can give. So, have your fun, then lay it on the line for her. Tell her flat out that's all you want, and that you don't love her. You don't, right?"

"What? No, she's just a friend."

"Right. So, tell her that. But, uh...get what you want first. Ladies go crazy if you tell them that part first." Timon patted his back. "We'll give ya some privacy. Have fun."

Timon hopped down while Simba was still sputtering and confused, and by the time that he got his tongue working again, the meerkat and the warthog were nowhere to be seen. He opened his mouth, then closed it again.

Have fun with what?

He found Nala again on the path up the cliff to the desert. She must have decided that it was time to head back if he was going to stay in hiding, but as soon as he made himself known - deliberately walking heavier and louder - she stopped in her tracks, turning to look back at him.

Just like him, she didn't bother with clothes. No lion did. No-one in the Pride Lands did, for that matter; he'd only seen a few of the creatures of the forest here starting to wear them on the border of the trees, where there were other creatures that came by from time to time. It was imitation, nothing more, but for him and Nala....

He looked at her in a way that he never remembered doing before. Growing up naked had been one thing, but seeing her like this...it was something else. She was lean, but not quite slender, having muscles all along her core and thighs that made her thicker than some willowy jaguar or panther might have been. Her bare breasts were large, full, and her hips wide, and...and...

His eyes went down to her bare feet, to the way that they kicked through the dust, to those soft, tan-furred toes where dark claws poked free and dragged through the dust of the path. He imagined them on him, and his cock started to rise up. Just a bit, but enough to feel.

And, of course, she noticed. Nala looked down, then up, just as he had done, and her eyes glittered as she saw his cock coming up. He knew what it meant when his shaft did that, of course. He'd been with Timon and Pumbaa, a pair of complete hedonists, so he knew what a hard-on meant, but that didn't mean that he had felt like this before. All the stuff that they had done had been by hand and mouth, bits of pleasure, ways of just wiling away the day. This was...well, it felt different, and his cock ached in a way that it didn't when he was just hanging out with the guys.

And he had certainly never had the thought of playing with Timon's feet. This was...mmmph. He blushed as he walked up the path to Nala, taking his time to force himself not to stare down at her feet, not to give away what he wanted right then and there. For that matter, he didn't even know what he wanted, just that there was something about her long, slender soles that made him want something.

"Simba...you came back," she said.

"I...I wanted to have one more night with you," he admitted.

"Just a night?"

"Well...maybe more...I don't know."

"You don't know?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Nala, I haven't seen you for, well, years. I just...I mean..."

He'd stepped into reach, he realized belatedly, and she reminded him by grabbing hold of his cock. Her hand was experienced, firm, holding him tight and not letting him take so much as a half-step back. He gasped as she leaned in, her breasts pressed against his chest as she looked up to meet his eyes.

There was a smile there, a knowingness that surprised him. She looked at him the way that he remembered his mother looking at his father, except that there was more than love there. There was...there was a lot more than love there.

"Maybe I can convince you to give me more than a night, Simba...maybe I can show you much more time you need."

"Nala, I - I mean...I don't know..."

"Heh...maybe you need to remember who you are." She patted his cock, letting go and turning around.

Oh...my...

His eyes dropped, so he missed her looking over her shoulder. That smirk, that teasing smile, was the same as it had always been, but with the twist of an adult's sense of humor and mischief to replace that of a child's. She walked with a sway in her hips, and knew what it did, even as Simba's eyes were glued to her swaying rump, to the space just between, and then...all the way down...

Her feet. Her soles. They were just damp enough to have a bit of a dusty streak across the underside, but somehow, that made it more appealing. Not because the dirt was appealing, but just knowing that she'd been putting them to work all day, using them, walking and displaying them. His shaft rose higher still.

"Come on, Simba," she called, and his eyes went back up. She waved. "You'll have to catch me first."

"Catch...Catch you?" he asked.

"Come on. Show me that you remember what we used to do together."

He did. All too well. The chases had always ended in her favor, but...

Simba smiled. He was older now. Perhaps he could catch her properly this time. He laughed as he ran forward, and she did the same as she fled from him. The chase was on.

#

Neither of them saw the cliff, but they both tumbled down it when he tackled Nala from behind. She yelped from the impact, falling backwards, legs rising in the air, and he fell against her. She hit the soft grasses first, rolling around, taking him and spinning him backwards the way that she always did when they were tumbling and pouncing.

But this time, he managed to flip the tables on her. He managed to turn, to keep the spin going, staying on top as they kept rolling down the hill. Further and farther they went, going down, down, down the grassy hill. One moment, she was on top, then he was, then she was, and there was no telling where they were going to stop.

Until they finally did, and for the first time in their long friendship together, he was the one that landed on top, with her under him. The grass kept the impact from being too hard, too painful for either of them, and even Nala laughed as she looked up at him.

Simba had all but forgotten about the erection poking out from between his legs during their run, but now that it had finally stopped, now that Nala was looking up at him with those eyes, half-lidded, her mouth open in a smile and unspoken question, it was hard for him to think of anything but that throbbing need down below. Her legs were ever so slightly spread from the impact, and they spread further, just enough for him to feel his shaft sliding between them, moving further up, touching -

Oh. Oh, that was...that was warm. Wet, too, wetter than anything that he'd put his cock to before. Simba shivered as Nala reached up, stroking his head, his eyes moving down from her face to her breasts. She seemed to know what he wanted before he did, because she arched her back, putting them on display more, showing off for him.

All for him.

Timon's words came to mind. This...this was all for him, he realized. Nala had come looking, and had gone through so much for him. She cared...and she'd do so much more than most would just to keep that.

Have your fun, and then lay it on the line for her...

He could have his fun...and she would do it. Just because she needed him, wanted him. He blushed as he pulled back, only for Nala to look confused.

"Simba?"

"Nala, I...I want to do this...but...I have...something else I'd like, first," he admitted.

"Oh?" Her smile returned. "And what's that?"

"I...don't know why, but every time that I look at you, I feel...I feel more for you than I've ever felt for anyone else. I want to do things that I don't understand, and -"

"Have you had any females around at all, Simba?"

"...Not any lions."

"Any?"

"...Not many," he admitted with a blush.

She looked like she wanted to laugh, but he was grateful that she didn't. Instead, she just sat up, crossing one leg over the other. His eyes went to her toes, curling and dancing as they did, and there was no way that she missed it this time. She looked down at her feet, and then at him.

"Are you..."

"I got...very hard when you knocked me down during the fight. I guess...would you mind if I -"

"Simba..." Nala smiled, slowly shifting her leg, holding it out until her toes were pointed right at his face. They curled, almost as if beckoning him forward, and he couldn't resist that call. He leaned in as she smiled at him between her toes. "If you want something...all you have to do is ask for it."

"It's not...too much?"

"Mmm, it's not what a King would do...but you're not King right now, are you?"

"Is...that bad?"

"Not if you want to play with these..."

She pressed her foot to his face, and his cock throbbed harder than the few times that he'd gotten blowjobs during his time in the jungle. His breath caught in his throat, and he stared between her soft-furred toes, looking down at her as she pressed her foot more firmly against his face.

"Go on...show me what you want to do with them."

Simba blushed, going with his first instinct and giving them a lick. The soft taste was not nearly as bad as he'd half-worried that it would be, but then again, they had run through a stream on the way to the hill. She mostly tasted of herself, a hint of older musk there, but no sweat, no dirt, no nothing. He groaned as he realized he was actually doing this, licking his long-time friend's toes, and his cock throbbed harder.

No king would do this, but that was part of the fun. He wasn't king. He was just...Simba. Simba, who was being pressed down by his long-time friend, who he had never been able to beat.

She pressed her toes against his lips, and he opened his mouth, allowing them inside, and he moaned as he gently sucked on them. They were just the same as the fur and flesh beneath them, slightly damp, but not with sweat. They pressed on his tongue, reminding him of his 'place,' and his cock throbbed all the harder.

"Mmm, I didn't think...mmmph...go on...keep sucking them...I might - ah - I might make you do this at Pride Rock if you come back with me."

If you come back with me.

He groaned. There it was. He couldn't come back with her. Couldn't go back there. But he could enjoy this now. He shivered as he lifted his hands to her ankle, holding her foot to his face. The other shifted, moving out of sight -

"Mmmph!"

"Ah...don't stop...keep sucking my toes, Simba...and I'll make you feel good..."

She was making him feel good, alright. His cock was caught between her toes, tugged on and teased, pulled forward and then pushed back. She'd wiggle her big and second toe against the head of his shaft, making it bounce and roll back and forth, and then she'd point her foot forward, pinning his cock to his stomach as she stroked it a bit more roughly, up and down, up and down along the underside.

He huffed against her sole, shivering as he licked her toes. His balls were pulling up slowly, already getting more excited than he was used to. This was...this was so much better than with Timon and Pumbaa.

Her eyes were still soft, still sultry, but more amused than anything else. She pulled her toes free, making them 'pop' as they passed between his legs, and dragged the big toe along his cheek. He stared past it at her, huffing, puffing, shaking.

"Isn't that so good, Simba? I can do this for you every day, if you stay with me..."

There it was again, another push, another reminder that she was here to take him away from this, to take him back to -

"Nnngh...Mmmph..."

"Doesn't that feel good? I think I know what you want...something that you could never get from those other guys..."

She spread her legs further, just enough for him to see between them, just enough for him to see what she had. That soft slit had swollen, getting bigger, puffier than it had been in his memory. She was all grown, now, and it was...it was sending shivers through him that he didn't know how to deal with. His cock ached with need, and it spat pre-cum between her goes. Nala smiled.

"Simba, lay down."

"Mmmph...I thought -"

"I know what you want, Simba. Now, lay down."

He did as he was told, almost surprised at himself that he was going along with it so quickly, so readily. As soon as he did, Nala shifted position as well, moving to straddle his head. She supported herself with her hands, her legs spread, her pussy right over his head. He stared at it, his eyes wide at just how wet it looked close-up. There was a different smell to it, something that sent urges through him, and at the same time, almost made him want to just go limp, to...to give in and -

"Come on...you know what you did with my feet. Do it to this now."

"To...that?"

"You know what you want, Simba...and I'll give it to you. Just be a good boy..."

He couldn't help himself. He stuck out his tongue, tasting her, and as soon as he did, her feet returned to his shaft. This time, there was a sole on either side, stroking him, teasing him, keeping him good and hard. His eyes rolled back in their sockets, his hips rolling up to thrust between her soles.

"Mmmph...ah...that's...that's it...do that...do just that...for your Queen..."

Queen? But he...

He was...

She was stroking him again, her toes curling around either side of his cock, and she pressed down all the more firmly on his face. Whatever protests he had were squashed beneath her sex and her soles, and he just thrust away, groaning and and licking, thrusting away against her feet.

"Just do what I say...and I'll make sure you're happy..."

Everything she said. Yes. He could...he could do that. He liked that idea...just as much as he liked her feet.

"Good boy, Simba...good boy..."

He moaned, and licked away. It was easier this way. It was easier like this.

The End

Summary: Simba awakens to having a fetish for Nala's feet.

Tags: M/F, Femdom, Face-Sitting, Facesitting, Femdom, Foot Fetish, Nala, Simba, Anthro Lion King, Lion King, Rule 34, Mild Obsession, Nudity, Corruption, Hypnosis kinda, First Time, Pre-Cum, Oral, Cunnilingus, Worship,