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It was a fine day for the pride lands, Mufasa looked down from his perch with a content purr as he saw that all ran as it should. But it was more than that, Simba had been away today with his mother, giving Mufasa a time of peace and relaxation for once. He of course loved his son, yet it was nice to have him away for a day every now and then. Though, Mufasa did have work to do today while Simba was gone, so with a heavy groan as he got up from his perch he began to scan the pride lands his eyes scanning for Simba's betrothed, Nala.

Nala sat at the watering hole, one paw brushing against the water as she relaxed with a purr, her eyes closed as she felt the sun's rays warm her body. It wasn't everyday that she could just relax, warming her body beside the watering hole. Most days she'd be playing with Simba, he was her best friend even though the whole of the pride lands talked about gross things like marriage. Just the thought of it would make her shudder in disgust. Still, for today she didn't have to worry about that or anything else, she was able to be at peace, relaxing in comfort by the watering hole.

Of course it wouldn't take Mufasa long to spot the lone lioness cub as she laid before the watering hole. So with a stretching of his muscles, his large and hard muscles, he leaped from his perch onto one of the nearby rocks, bounding down to the ground from rock to rock. As he reached the ground he set off for the watering hole, his mind filling with thoughts, with guilt, with fortitude, with anticipation and with dread. All for what he would soon do to poor little Nala, but it must be done so that she will understand what her future role will be, as queen of the Pride Lands. Still, there was a sense of relish for what he would soon do, it's not everyday he has to teach his son's future queen.

As Mufasa worked his way down to the watering hole, Rafiki sat within the tall grass surrounding it, munching down on one of his fruits he carried, watching the cub with a mixture of amusement, wisdom, and lust. He knew his role in this event and though he had at first had second thoughts, he had conceded with Mufasa that she must be taught the way. So with a light chuckle he stood up, grabbing his walking stick on which hanged a gourd he had filled with the needed solution, he walked out of the grass, moving up behind the almost sleeping Nala to tap her with the stick with joyous laughter. "Hello little girl, would you happen to be Nala?"

The monkey had that had sneaked up behind her gave her a fright, bringing her out of her near sleep like state to jump up, fur on end as she gave a low snarl. "Who wants to know, who are you?"

Chuckling the monkey reached up to his hanging fruits and took down the gourd fruit, setting it on the ground in front of her as he gave a light and playful smile, "I was asked by Simba to make Nala a special gift for her." He begins to snatch up the gourd, "But if you are not her.. Hohoho."

Seeing the gourd brought a curiosity to Nala yet it was his statement of a gift from Simba that made her react, dashing to the gourd to grab it up in her teeth before he could make off with it. Rolling onto her back, she sucked away the juices as if sucking at her momma's teat. Soon it was all gone and she rolled over onto her side, cuddling the gourd close, pleased by her best friend's kindness to give her a gift. "I am Nala you silly monkey, I'm sure Simba told you, else you wouldn't have known where I was." She giggles, rolling around a bit as she plays with the gourd. Yet as she plays Rafiki steps back into the tall grass, disappearing from her senses as he sits to wait for Mufasa to arrive.

Nala, as much a huntress as any other cub, had forgotten all about Rafiki in her joy of being given a gift by Simba. So as she rolled and giggled, nomming on the gourd's teat like top she barely noticed the changes that were going through her body. This would be the first time she'd ever know what a heat feels like, even if it was a false heat. The effects of it started at her center, spreading outward slowly as she enjoyed herself, moving and changing, making a heavy scent that would attract males spread out from her pussy that was finally awakening, yet awakening before it's time.

For Mufasa, who was finally getting a couple thirty yards from the watering hole, he got the hit of the scent even from that far out and it made his mouth water, his sack fill with seed, his every sense lit up to tell him that there was a female lion in heat and as a great male himself his body responded. Yet his mind, as much as it pulled toward Nala, was his own so he crouched low and crept silently, sneaking upon Rafiki while he panted, Rafiki's own dick in his hand as he stroked himself. It gave Mufasa a grin, a light chuckle as he crept up beside Rafiki, whispering quietly so as to not surprise Nala, "She's been given it then?"

The monkey gave quick nods, huffing now as his own bestial instincts were taking over, it took everything in his power to not race over and mount that heated bitch. With Mufasa there it helped to give him a little better control but it was still difficult for him, so he quickly huffed out as his mind clouded slowly, "Hurry, fuck her, before I do..." That was all he could say before he lowered his head, breathing heavily as he returned his focus on pumping his thick simian member.

Grunting quietly, showing her heard the monkey, Mufasa crept forward once again, moving slowly through the grass so as not to startle the cub who had finally begun to notice the changes, curling a bit to sniff at her snatch. It was confusing for her, this feeling inside of her, it was made more confusing by a feeling that this was wrong and she shouldn't be like this yet. But at the same time there was a need growing in her a need she could fight against at her young age, but the need was there and it was trying to consume her.

With a sudden burst of speed Mufasa was upon her, pushing her belly down onto the ground, growling over her in a deep and lust heavy voice, his own dribbling member pressing against her backside. She could do little more than gasp and write under him, whining out in fear and the unknown. She did not, could not know that the lion upon her right now was the king, was his royal highness Mufasa. "Get off me, please please get off me!!"

She cried out onto deaf ears as the lion moved his hips, slipping his powerful member between her legs, the barbs and shaft brushing and rubbing against her lips, the member coating itself in her now dripping juices. The effect was immediate, a moan escaped her lips, sounding out loudly from her as she shook with unwanted pleasure. He took his own twisted pleasure as he heard her give a moan, his growls softening as he leaned to her ear to whisper to her, "You will beg for more cock by the end of this day, you will learn how to service your future king, cub slut."

Little she could do but mewl out in shameful pleasure to his words as his grinds against her sex with his shaft pushed her closer and closer toward the edge. She didn't want to believe that this was Mufasa, strong and wise Mufasa, yet the voice told it all. Still, a part of her, deep down that was now being awoken, relished the idea of such a strong and virile male mating her. The thought though disgusted her as much as it turned her on so she mewl out louder, claws digging into the ground as her pussy flexed against the thick lion shaft that was finally starting to lift and pull up enough for it's tip to dribble it's pre against her sex.

With his member poised to penetrate her sex, Mufasa gave a low growl that was almost like a chuckle as Nala pleaded once more, "Please, please my king. Don't do this, you can't, I'm too young!" It was a useless plea and the response to it only filled her with greater dread as Mufasa said, "You're never too young to become a slut queen for the kings of our land." Thus it was with that statement that Mufasa plunged his throbbing member into her sex, breaking her hymen, taking her virginity, and destroying her purity. All this was done to the chorus of her screams of agony, her whimpering of pain, and as he pulled back slowly to make another thrust, her shameful mewls of pleasure.

It was a shameful sight for Nala to be like this, Mufasa on top of her, pinning her with his weight as his member was plunged as far as it would go into her sex, just sitting there throbbing as he waited for her pain to die down. The only way it would bring more shame to her though, would be if she knew who was watching in the tall grass, his long simian length throbbing and twitching in his hand as he stroked it off. But for Nala, she does not know the monkey is there, his pants and grunts of pleasure as he watched her a distant and faraway sound, one that's drowned out by the heavy panting of Mufasa against the back of her head.

As her pain died down, her whimpers did as well. It was the sign for Mufasa to slowly begin to move him self, his hips rolling slowly to pull out gently, the barbs scratching her walls, increasing her already extremely high levels of pleasure. The effect was instant, and as his barbs reached near her entrance she was clawing into the ground, mewling out in pleasure that made her hate herself for it. But Mufasa was not content with just mewls so he once again plunged his thick shaft back in, burying it deeply as his hips rolled back toward her own hips. It made her mewling change into moans as she cried out loudly.

For Mufasa, her pussy, it was a thing of heaven. He growled and yowled in pleasures he hadn't known for a very long time. His own queen was nothing compared to Nala and he reveled in the pleasures of her flesh. But he also had his task, so with huffs between his growls he gave a glance to where he could smell the musk of a male simian, of Rafiki and gave a howl. It as the signal for Rafiki to approach, a welcome signal for the monkey who rose to shamble quickly into view of the lion, but not in view of her.

Nala though, she was getting some sense back to her, the surprise of the moment had frightened her and though it hurt like hell to have his member in her it was starting to feel good. But even if it felt great, she still felt wrong like this so she began to try and claw at the ground to pull away, digging her claws into the ground to pull away. Yet even as she did this, she pushed her backside upward, excuses running through her head for it as it pushed him even deeper, stretching more of her, causing greater mewls of pleasure to escape her lips as she tried to claw away.

Mufasa felt her try and claw away and gave a grin, pressing his weight on her, but gave a louder yowl of pleasure as she pushed back. It made him grin with lust as she did this, and that lust made him move his hips harder, growling out. As Mufasa moved, Rafiki stroked, his grunts and huffs increasing as he moved forward, surprising Nala as she looked up, mewling, her eyes came upon Rafiki and his member. In a moment of clarity she knew exactly what he was going to do to her, and it made her recoil in fear, trying to back away up under Mufasa which only served to push her sex up against his member making her yell out in pleasure.

Her yell in pleasure was exactly what Rafiki needed as he got down on his knees, his member poised in her open mouth, with a loud and simian like howl he grabbed her by the fur and yanked her forward some which drove her muzzle around his member. With a grin spreading across his face he pumped his hips, holding her in place while Mufasa's hips moved in time Rafiki. All the while she whimpered and whined around the penis, her claws scratching at the ground as tears formed, her body shaking with joy as her mind recoiled in painful fear.

Humiliation, that's what this was for her, shamefully humiliating as her pussy sucked and clenched on that perfect lion cock, Lord Mufasa's cock. Her eyes opened wide as the the words flashed in her mind, Lord Mufasa. She just called in her mind the lion who was raping her, Lord! The thought brought a hot flush of red upon her cheeks as she cried and mewled against the simian cock in her mouth that continued to pump in and out of her muzzle. But even though this was degrading it felt so good, it was destroying her mentally, breaking her.

Mufasa cared little for her thoughts, his mind focused on the pleasures of his member as he drove forward, thrusting as only a wild beast could. His grunts and yowls of pleasure only served to voice his mind's screams of pleasure as he buried the thick thing deep in her with every movement. His eyes clenched shut tightly as he forced himself to hold back from cumming, wanting to make this moment last an eternity.

As for Rafiki he grunted and groaned, his simian voices of pleasure far different from Mufasa's, yet voicing the same thing, pleasure beyond belief. It was joyous for him to be driving his monkey shaft down her muzzle; she choked on his member, squeezing it only to have it pulled out for yet another thrust. His eyes rolling back into his head as his member twitched, his stamina nowhere near Mufasa's he would be erupting soon as he clutched her ears, forcing her head painfully forward as he pushed himself as deep as he could, her nose shoved up into his crotch fur hard.

Rafiki's wails of pleasure increased as he pounded his crotch into her nose and muzzle, his member throbbing painfully hard before erupting in thick ropes of seed that spread about in her mouth, filling her mouth with his scent. It tasted terrible to her, yet she wanted more of it even as she tried to cough it out while still having her muzzle wrapped around the length. At the same time her eyes widened and her body shook as Mufasa's thrusts began to increase in ferocity, his barbs scratching her insides, driving her insane with pleasurable pain.

All she could do though was mewl in pain and pleasures perfect mix as her cunt tightened around his lion shaft. Her claws dug deeper into the ground, her throat gagging, swallowing the seed in her mouth while she cried out at the same time. An orgasm, her orgasm, raking her body and making her eyes go white in the intense rush of pleasures that filled her body.

Mufasa could feel her cunt tightening around his member as he drove it in and out repeatedly, it told him that she finally came and it made him roar in triumph as he moved his hips with even greater fury. His sac pulled up before releasing his hot steamy load of seed into her, his hips grinding deep and slow, scratching her insides with his barbs repeatedly during the release. With a sigh of pleasure he let his hips stop moving, his body relaxing after the release, his tongue lolled out and drooping his spit onto the lioness' head.

As Rafiki's grip on her head loosened, his legs shook in reaction to the end of the release, and with a groan of pleasure he pulled his member from her muzzle, stepping back a bit before sitting down with a sigh, his now flaccid member dripping with her spit and a little cum. With his mind's clouding freeing some he looked upon Nala before grinning widely as he watched her mewl loudly in pleasure to the seed that filled her belly, increasing her need for more, more of the coolant to extinguish the fires of this heat. It was perfect, she would be perfect, as the slave queen to Simba.

Far off at the very edges of the Pride Lands Simba's mother rolled onto her sighed as she heaved of a sigh of pleasure, her cunt dripping with the seed of her son as he laid against her, murring pleasantly in joy to being introduced to sex by none other than his own mother. For his mother though, thoughts of revenge, of years of planning finally coming to fruition as she looked at Simba and saw that bastard of a man, his father, Mufasa. But Simba would not be like his Father, he would be an honorable lion, like Scar had once been. It was with this thoughts that she slipped off into the dream world, resting in peace as she dreamed of more pleasant times, of more pleasant places before Mufasa had ruined it all.