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Pounced by the King

For Jagger8090

By Draconicon

Zazu knew what was coming when the King and his son said that they were taking another walk through the Pride Lands. He knew for a fact that he would end up pinned beneath the lions at some point or other, and he knew - he knew - that his dignity and his preference for not being pounced would be disregarded as surely as it always was. If the prince needed to learn a lesson, then the courtier needed to make sure that he was available to teach it, regardless of how humiliating it was.

The hornbill stood on a rock overlooking a small drop to the savannah plains below, his wings tucked around him like a cloak as he clicked his beak again and again as he thought about when Simba was going to come around and knock him to the ground. Much as the prince was a boisterous young lad - though something of a fool, in his private opinion - there was nothing that the hornbill could fault him for when it came to hunting. Of all the lessons that the King attempted to teach him, that one -

He turned, hearing something move in the long grasses behind him. Or had he? His mind was running wild, and he knew that it would be all too easy for him to think that something harmless was something out to get him.

Or vice versa. Simba liked to...play...and the young man was very good at it.

Zazu clicked his beak again as he turned around. He really didn't like this game. He always got his feathers ruffled, and he never actually 'won'. The only way to win was to catch Simba exposed before he leaped, and that was all but impossible, considering both the lion's smaller size compared to his father and the prince's own skill. Most days, it was only a matter of time, and -

Clack.

He heard the stone shifting under the prince's paw, but it was too late to turn around and catch him. Zazu knew that the lion was already in the air, could see the shadow coming his way from the other side. He could only brace himself.

It didn't help. The hornbill went down as the much-bigger feline crashed into him, heels slamming into his back and taking him right off his feet. He yelped as he went down, hitting the grass and skidding through it, coming to a halt no less than ten feet away. Half-sure that he'd been made to swallow at least a few mouthfuls of grass, he groaned, muttering under his breath as Simba took one foot off his back and stood up straight.

"Did it! Pinned ya again!"

"Hehe, yes, son, you did," Mufasa said in the distance. "Now, if only you could do that to Nala so easily."

"Come on daaaad. That's going to happen when I grow up. I'm getting stronger and faster every day."

"Heh, yes, I'm sure, son. Come on. Let Zazu up."

The prince stepped off him, and Zazu clumsily rolled onto his side. His feathered arms draped over him as he watched the prince walk back to the elder lion. Both of them had been all but invisible in the grasses while he'd been waiting, but now, they just stood there as if they'd been there all along.

Lions, he thought, shaking his head as he sat up properly.

The pair of them were already chatting to each other, adjusting their loincloths as they got comfortable on other rocks further back from his own perch. He shifted his own as he watched them, trying to gather his dignity back in.

Why do I keep letting them do this to me?

It was part of his duty as the King's majordomo, admittedly, but there had to be more than that. He wasn't one to just allow the prince to rip him down from his perch again and again without cause, after all, and the king was usually far more respectful of him. So why did he...

Zazu sighed, already knowing the answer and slightly hating it. He looked down, watching as the prince continued his short jog to his father, hugging him, leaping in the air to hang from the other lion's neck.

And that was why. The bare soles of the two lions. Every time that he got tackled off his perch, they did it with a pounce and a kick, pinning him in place. Every time that he got back to Pride Rock, he had to take some time to deal with the frustration that caused, as well as the general arousal that was always in the air. He shivered as he realized that his shaft was already pushing up from under his loincloth, surreptitiously tucking it away as the younger lion dropped back to his feet.

"So, what now, dad?" Simba asked.

"If there is no more need for my services, sire, I would excuse myself until you require the daily report," Zazu cut in.

He sounded more desperate than he meant to, and he knew it. The two lions looked at him, Simba confused, Mufasa bemused, but neither actually called him on it. Zazu could tell that it was only a matter of time, however. That had been stupid. Dangerous, in some ways; the King had an ear for those that were being less than honest, and he knew for a fact that he'd be called to account for himself.

Before the lions could say anything, however, Simba's mother appeared, popping out of the grass just like the others had. Zazu barely kept from leaping out of his own feathers at her sudden appearance.

"There you are," Sarabi said, chuckling.

"Mom!"

"Hello, dear," the lioness said, patting her son on the back as he ran to her. "Mufasa, I was wondering. Do you mind if I take Simba for a lesson?"

"Mooooom!"

"It's fine with me, Sarabi," Mufasa said.

"Dad!"

"Don't argue, Simba. Your mother has as much to teach you as I or Zazu."

There was more to it than that, though, and Zazu knew it even before Mufasa gave him a sidelong glance. The King wanted some time alone with him, and he seriously doubted that it was for any good purpose.

But if the King wished something, then the King would have it. That was the purpose of the majordomo.

As Sarabi walked Simba away, a hand on his back to keep him moving, Mufasa turned back to the bird. The hornbill did his best to keep his eyes up as the King stepped out of the long grass, large feet kicking up the dusty sand at the edge of the greenery as he approached.

"Let's keep moving, Zazu. I want to take a long patrol, today, and you can give me your report at the end of it."

"...Yes, sire."

"And stay to the ground."

"Sire?"

"I want you beside me...not airborne."

"...Yes, sire."

This was going to be a long, long walk.

Zazu was out of breath within the hour, and had to beg his King to slow down and allow him the chance to catch his breath. Due to barely coming up to the King's knee, he was barely able to keep up while moving at an all-out run, and while the patrol was lengthy, with the King come to a full halt every time that he wanted to look at something, there were still the long stretches of time when they were on the move, and just one of the King's strides meant that the hornbill had to charge forward, sprinting as fast as his feet would carry him, just to keep up.

And there were a great deal of strides to match.

As he leaned forward, gasping for breath, almost falling on all fours in his attempt to get his air back, Mufasa leaned against a nearby tree. The older lion smiled down at him, shaking his head.

"It seems that you haven't gotten the same training that the others have had."

"I...am used to flying...sire."

"It seems that we'll have to train you again."

"Mmph..."

"Zazu. I have something I need to ask you."

There it was. The thing that he had been afraid of since he'd gotten that sidelong glance. The King had to know what he was thinking about, what he was interested in. Was he going to lose his position? Surely, Mufasa wouldn't want to have someone that was so disreputable as the majordomo for royalty.

"Yes...sire?" Zazu asked tentatively.

"Tell me. Are you interested in a new game?"

"...A game?"

"Yes...not dissimilar from the one that I've had you play with Simba."

"S-sire?" he asked as a little shiver ran down his spine.

"Don't play coy, now, my friend...you know what you've been staring at."

"..."

"I've seen you. And I know what you want."

The King stepped closer, and Zazu looked up just in time to see the King's foot come off the ground. The underside was soft, dusty, something that he had seen a hundred times before, but never so close to his head as it was at that moment. He breathed in, and the soft scent of musk came off the pads and sole beneath. His eyes fluttered, and his beak clamped shut as he went red in the face.

"I...I am sorry, sire. I shouldn't have -"

"Ah, but you should have."

"...Sire?"

Mufasa pushed him, and Zazu went over without a fight, landing on his rump as he stared up at that foot. It was so large compared to him, large enough that the space between heel and toes could have covered him from crotch to shoulders, with his beak barely standing out over the toes. As it loomed over him, it was impossible not to stare, and even less possible for him to keep his growing erection from showing.

"Ah...ah..."

"Yes, that's what I thought. Such a dirty bird..."

"S-sire, I didn't mean -"

"Stop apologizing, old friend."

Old friend. Well, that was something, wasn't it? Something to show that maybe he wasn't in that much trouble? Maybe?

The King's sole pressed down, dust and soft sweat beneath it pressing his feathers against his body. He was smothered beneath that foot, pinned in place. Every breath reminded him of where he was, bringing the soft but unignorable smell of the bigger male to his nose. Every breath reminded him of that foot, that large, powerful, royal foot on his chest, and how it could keep him pinned forever.

It was...

Strong...

And his cock throbbed hard at the feeling. His face burned all the harder as the King shifted his footing again, obviously feeling his erection, and Mufasa chuckled.

"And here I thought I was imagining that."

"Mmmph..."

"A dirty bird, indeed, getting aroused at the thought of being under a King's foot."

"Ah...ah..."

"Oh, not so fast..."

Mufasa pulled his foot back before Zazu could start grinding or humping, something that he was almost grateful for. Almost. He still wanted it, but at least he hadn't humiliated himself into doing it without thinking.

The King's sole hovered over him, looming in the air above his face. He shivered as he felt the heat coming off it, warmer even than the sunlight streaming through the toes. The hornbill had already humiliated himself under that sole, and groaned as the King brought it down between his legs, almost touching his cock, but not quite.

"You are going to have to earn the right to play with my royal sole, Zazu."

"I...how, sir?"

"Then you admit that you want to?"

"..."

"Heh...I already know you do, Zazu. You don't have to pretend."

"...I do, yes."

It still pained the bird to say it out loud, but there was no denying that he desperately wanted the chance to play with those soles, those toes, to feel them drumming against him and...and more.

It had been a fantasy for far longer than the pouncing games had been going on, though those had solidified it. He imagined that there were many in the Pride Lands that had some unexplained urge to be beneath the feet of the lions of the Pride, though he likewise imagined that they never really understood what the urge was for. He was the only one that he'd met that figured it out.

And here he was, offered the chance to do more. If he earned it.

Zazu started to get to his feet ,only for the King to shove him down again. He landed with a thump, kicking up dust around him again.

"Mmmph."

"I didn't say that you could get up."

"I'm sorry, sire."

"I'm sure you are..."

"What...what do you want me to do?"

"We're going to do our own version of the pouncing game, Zazu...our own, much more interesting version."

His own version of - his cheeks all but burned off his face as he imagined what would be different now that the King knew what he wanted. The very idea was enough to leave the loincloth sticking to him that much harder.

"First...take that off."

There was no hesitation from the prim and proper bird. He had never just stripped for the savannah to see before, but as an order from the King, there was no reason to hold back. He pulled it off and threw it away, standing up and baring himself before the massive lion. Mufasa smiled, that rolling thunder of a voice continuing.

"There's a mud puddle one hundred paces up the path. I'm going to turn around...and you're going to try and make it there without being caught."

"..."

"If you manage it, then you will be allowed a great pleasure. A footjob from the royal soles."

That was an option that he had never even considered. The most that Zazu's fantasies had ever extended to was a naughty trip to the royal bedchamber at night, standing at the foot of the royal bed and cleaning them with his tongue, or perhaps having the right to jerk off and enjoy the sight of the sole being dirtied by his own juices before he licked them clean. The idea of them actually working to please him -

"But if you do not...then you receive nothing. Nothing but the right to clean them before we make the long walk home."

That was almost a reward in and of itself, though that was nothing compared to the possibility of getting to put his tongue to use cleaning them after he had his pleasure. The hornbill smiled and nodded.

"I understand, sire."

"Then you should start running."

There was no doubt in his mind that this was the only reason he'd even have a chance to get there before the King pounced him, so the moment that Mufasa started turning, Zazu started running.

The temptation to take to the sky and cheat the rules was there, too, but he knew the King. Mufasa could leap and snatch a bird on the wing as easily as he could snare a bird on the ground, and that might forfeit the reward if he won it the wrong way. He still remembered what had happened the first time that he had cheated during one of Simba's pouncing games. Mufasa had taught him how little flying actually saved him, and he had borne the bruises of that 'pounce' for days.

Now...

Now he had to follow the rules. But it would be worth it. He told himself that over and over again. It would be worth it.

He looked over his shoulder after he'd gotten up to speed. Mufasa was nowhere to be seen. The lion was already stalking him, already making it more interesting.

Zazu tried to speed up, having made it thirty paces. Seventy to go, just seventy more.

He rounded the bend in the path, and saw the mud puddle just ahead. Sixty-five paces, and no lion in sight, though the long grass loomed tall and threatening on either side of him. He had to keep moving. Had to keep going.

He kept running, down to fifty paces. Half the distance and no shift in the grass on either side. If Mufasa was there, then he was hiding. If he was not, then there was a chance. Just a hint of a chance, but a chance.

A little further. A little further.

He felt the twin joy of running and the fear of being hunted. He knew that his King had to be there, that this was too easy. If Mufasa was just going to let him have this, then there was every reason for the King to stay in sight. If he wasn't, then he was indulging his cat nature, and this was cruel.

Yet, his hopes still burned in his chest, and he kept running.

Forty paces.

Thirty.

Twenty.

Ten.

Just five paces away, the King lunged from the grasses, leaping out of it. Zazu all but shrieked as the great shadow of the lion fell over him, and he was sent tumbling backwards, sliding back, back, back, until he hit the edge of the mud puddle. But it didn't matter. He was caught.

"Mmmph...I must say, Sire...well done," he muttered.

"You were moving quickly. I didn't think that a hornbill could run that fast on the ground."

"You gave me...motivation."

"I'm sure."

The King pushed him that bit further, and Zazu groaned as he was pushed right into the mud puddle, the slime coming up around all sides of his body. He could feel his feathers getting drenched with the muck, and he could feel it seeping up around his rump, too. The pressure of the foot over him even -

"AH!"

Zazu held his breath at the last moment as Mufasa stepped down, the King pushing him beneath the surface of the mud, all but drowning him in it. He gasped for breath, flailing in all directions for a few seconds before the pressure eased, allowing him up once more.

He gasped as he broke the surface of the mud, his feathers hopelessly dirtied, but his cock harder than ever. Mufasa smiled.

"It seems that you just don't quit."

"I'm sorry, sire. I just..."

"It's fine. I know...I'm rather pent-up, too."

That did not make things better. That made things hornier, and Zazu groaned as he looked further up, past the King's muddy sole at the bulge in his loincloth. He clearly enjoyed what he was doing, clearly enjoyed putting the bird through his paces, and Zazu shivered as he realized that he had fallen so far.

"You will be allowed to clean your King's sole...and then, we shall see how you do."

Zazu groaned, barely biting off a response as Mufasa lowered his foot. With the size difference between them, he already knew that he'd be eating a fair bit of mud and grime, but that didn't bother him. If anything, that hit him all the harder.

The bird had always been a servant to the King, had always poured his heart and soul into being as good a servant as he could possibly be. But for all that, for all that he had given everything that he had...

This was what he wanted.

This was what he needed.

As he knelt there, receiving a foot nearly as large as he was, he licked along the toes. The taste of the mud was earthy, but not quite filthy, not yet. It hadn't sat for that long. But it was rich and thick, and he coughed as he tried to force it down. It took him several tries, and he knew that he'd have to take smaller beak-fulls.

He dragged his tongue along the King's sole, licking from the heel up, taking his time to get into it. Mufasa balanced all too easily on just one foot, the feline showing off his own skills, his own body as his shaft started to rise beneath his loincloth. To see the King aroused from what he was doing was a compliment of the highest order, and one that sent a chill down his spine.

Just keep going...keep...keep going...

That foot pressed down on him, the heel grinding right into his crotch after he cleaned it. Zazu moaned out loud, trying not to be too loud, but the King was merciless. Mufasa pressed down more firmly, all but grinding his cock into the earth.

"Mmm, it sounds like the dirty bird likes a dirty foot."

"Mmmph...Sire..."

"You want it?"

"Yes...yes, I do..."

"Then say it."

"What..."

"Tell me what you are, Zazu."

Muddy toes tapped his cheek, and he groaned under his breath as he felt the heat of that sole pressing down on him more and more. The only clean part, the heel, was rapidly getting drenched in his own pre-cum, marking it, and he knew that he'd have to clean that up later when he was done with the rest.

But he kept licking. No matter how much dignity it lost him, he just kept licking, dragging his tongue along the lion's foot, over the arch, along the ball of the foot and then along the toes. Every mouthful of mud was another humiliation, another hit to his pride, but with every blow it took, his cock grew that much harder.

"Say it, Zazu," the King said.

"Mmmph...I...am...your foot-rest, Sire."

"And what else?"

"Your...your foot-lover."

"Yes, Zazu. And?"

"And...and..."

"Yessss?"

Mufasa's hand had gone beneath his loincloth. Stroking it slowly, teasing it, making it clear just what he was doing, and more importantly, why. Zazu had lost. The King had full permission to show his superior status, his utter power over the smaller bird. His feet demanded attention, and his cock craved what they received.

Pressure, more pressure, all but smothering him beneath that foot. The mud pressed against his face, and he gasped as the pressure drove some of the air from his lungs. He wheezed, his eyes closing tight for a moment.

"Finish it, Zazu..."

"I...I love...this...sire...I am...your foot-lover...let me...clean your feet..."

"That's all I wanted to hear."

The pressure eased, and he gasped for breath, pulling those soles closer still. The sight of them was lovely, and he groaned as he imagined just how much he might be allowed to do in future. He went right back to licking, dragging his tongue along the bottoms of them, tracing along the curve of the arch.

Was the mud still there? Yes.

Was it hard to swallow? Yes.

Did he care? No. If anything, the difficulty made it all the hotter for him, reminding him how much effort he was putting into serving the King, and how much it reflected on him. Lick, lap, suck. He dragged his tongue between the toes, curling it to pull that muddy mess free, and bit by bit, he swallowed it down. His cock throbbed, spitting pre-cum, and soon enough, the King's shaft was doing the same, raining down over him.

That was another humiliation, but a welcome one, one that he enjoyed rather than merely endured. Every spurt, every little shot of the King's juices over his face and body, only reminded him of what he had become.

Mufasa's foot-slut.

Mufasa's foot-cleaner.

Mufasa's toy.

Zazu had never felt so energized, nor so at a loss for words. The bird sucked and licked, dragging his tongue over every inch of the foot on his face and body that he could reach, grinding up against it, using his body to wipe it clean and his tongue to finish the job. Everything that he did, he did for the King, and the King growled overhead.

Stroke.

Lick.

Stroke.

Lick.

Swallow.

He moaned as he fed himself on the mud that he cleaned from the King's feet, seasoned with the sweat under it that he craved whenever he could find it. Every time that he licked it clean and found it, he knew that he could move on, but he always rewarded himself with another lick of that before doing so.

Zazu's stomach groaned in complaint as he filled it to the brim, finally making his way to the toes. One lick, one nuzzle, one little drag of his tongue over the biggest digit -

"NNNGH!"

And the King finally went over the edge. Zazu gasped as he was showered with the King's seed, thick and heavy, hotter than the mud had been and thicker, too. He moaned as it gummed up his feathers, leaving him land-bound for the duration of the day and probably well into the next. He shivered as he was drenched, only barely avoiding any falling on the King's well-cleaned sole.

They panted, Zazu shivering from head to toe as Mufasa slowly pulled his foot back. They were both clean, now, or at least cleaner, and he was the one that was utterly filthy with a belly full of mud. Mufasa looked him over, and then smiled slightly, pulling his loincloth off and offering it to the bird.

"Clean yourself up."

"Thank you, sire," he muttered, taking it as his shaft shivered and quivered between his legs.

"This will be our little secret...and you can expect me to bring you back for another game later."

"...Yes, sire."

"If you ever win, you'll get that prize...and if not...well, you know what will happen."

Zazu groaned, biting off a moan that wanted to follow it up. Of all the things that he had expected to happen today, this was NOT one of them. But he certainly wasn't going to complain.

The End

Summary: Mufasa and Zazu have foot fetish fun.

Tags: M/M, Size Difference, Mufasa, Zazu, Anthro, Lion King, Foot Fetish, Mud, Domination, Trampling, Orgasm, Cum, Masturbation, Worship, Bird, Lion,