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Rafiki's Solution

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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Nala growled, the lioness pacing, her head hung low. Never would she have expected the Pride Lands to turn as they had, having lost Simba so many years ago. Yet that was not a thought the lion wanted in her mind as she strode out across a barren wasteland that she didn't honestly see as her home anymore.

How could she possibly return to Pride Rock, after all, when Scar had taken over? Her mother had seemed dubious, back when Scar had first risen to power after Mufasa's death, though she had not understood the magnitude of his power, not back then. After all, Nala had only been a cub at that time.

And the politics of Pride Rock, well… They had not been for a mere cub to trouble herself with, no, not in the slightest.

She'd known the fear of the hyenas, however, the cackling and jerky, twitchy movements of some, how she never knew quite what they were going to do next. They were more of a scavenging species, though the females of the species were most certainly the more dangerous, which Nala learned too swiftly.

“I've got to stop this…"

The lioness sighed, heading for one of the few patches of vegetation left around a watering hole, though the savannah was not bare at that time due to the dry season. It was the hyenas, the fact they had devoured and fought and sucked the life from the land, chasing the prey away simply when too many predators moved in, all at once. Scar should have seen that, that there was no way the Pride Lands could sustain that many, all at once, though he had not seemed to care.

She didn't know, honestly, how he could not see. Surely, his belly had to be rumbling too? The hyenas did not have enough food to sate their stomachs and prowled and stalked around Pride Rock, forcing even the remaining lionesses, including Nala, to keep a wary eye on them at all times.

That was why she had to do something, for she could not give the lion blind obedience anymore. No… She had tried, she had striven to make a life for herself there, never even imagining she would ever want to leave Pride Rock. Yet things were not sustainable and there was no life to be had, no.

Only one had an answer to her, the arms of an acacia tree stretching overhead, though there were not as many leaves clinging to the branches as before. Nala sighed and closed her mouth, seeking to not clench her jaw, though a muscle still jumped in the corner, betraying the tension lining her feral body.

Rafiki… He had been there since the start, guiding Mufasa and welcoming Simba into the world. It was the circle of life, that all things came back to him too, as much a part of the Pride Lands as the lions were. For they all had to exist there in symphony and harmony: the lions could not ravage the land as Scar had forced them to do.

“Ah… I see I have a visitor at long last."

Nala frowned, blinking up at the branches as a blue-grey shape swung, halfway up.

“You didn't make yourself easy to track down, monkey…" She muttered, sounding more like Simba in the moment, sending another pang through her heart. “We need your help. I…need your help."

“Hm, well, firstly, you could address me by my name, and perhaps get my species right too."

His voice was oddly musical with a cadence to it that made her ears twitch, though it was soothing too, in a way. Rafiki's tone hardened slightly as he swung down more to her level, trees framing them, though someone could have seen them from the open grassland surrounding the trees if they had been there. Yet, there was not a soul left out there.

“Yes, I…okay… Agh! You're a mandrill, yes," she chuffed, her tail swishing in annoyance, though the lioness sought not to pace. “Is this really the time to worry about things like that?"

“Mm, but respect is earned, not given blindly, young lioness."

She bristled, showing her teeth as she pulled her black teeth back faintly from her teeth, though only for a moment.

“I am not as young as I once was, Rafiki," she said solemnly. “Yet there is no one else willing to take on this task, not at this time. I need… I need to talk to you. We need to overthrow Scar, yet…this is not easy."

The mandrill dropped heavily to the ground, his staff clenched in his hand as he eyed her shrewdly. Although he walked with a hunched-forward gait, leaning heavily on the staff, he seemed ageless, timeless. No one really knew how old Rafiki truly was.

“Ah, I see where your troubles lie," he said gravely, stroking the white hair framing his face, almost giving him a mane-like appearance, as if there was something lion-like in the mandrill after all. “Now… There is a weakness, yes, with Scar. But it will not come easily. Ah-ha-hah!"

Rafiki grinned, showing a flash of teeth in a wide smile, springing up into the tree that, in a way, he had made his lair, and fussing around with pastes and mashed up tinctures, just for a few moments. He stored what he made in leaves and, well, he could not keep much on hand when the leaves were drying up, the trees of the Pride Lands not even receiving enough water for their roots to soak up, deep underground.

Swinging down again, he landed more lightly that time, offering her a leaf, held between his cupped hands, with a purple-brown smear in the centre. The lioness inspected it carefully, wrinkling her muzzle, though she could not tell what it comprised, not being experienced enough with the plants of the lands. When she was a lioness, it was not all that important, for she was not consuming them more often than not.

“Eat this," he said, eyes narrowing faintly. “This… This will open your mind to the solution. The solution that will being to an end Scar's tyrannical reign."

She took a breath, shaking her head.

“It smells bad… Are you sure it is safe?"

“Perfectly so, but rare," he confirmed. “One such as I, ah… I knew you were coming. This is our chance to turn the winds of change back on Scar himself."

She inhaled again and instantly regretted her actions, her tongue flicking within her mouth. It did not only smell bad, but rotten, putrid.

“I will do it."

Nala didn't have a choice, not in the slightest, her tongue lashing out to swipe over the leaf, taking the strange mixture into her mouth. She moaned, forcing it down, the paste clinging to the inside of her mouth.

“Ugh… This better work."

She swayed, blinking slowly, suddenly feeling more light-headed than she had been before. The Pride Lands around her slowly dipped towards sunset and, at the very least, the colours of the evening sky as the sun fell towards the horizon were the same as they always had been. Perhaps with a bloodier hue than before, maybe, though the lioness was not best-placed to either confirm or deny that.

“Um…" She tipped to the side, only just catching herself on her paws in time. “Rafiki… Rafiki… I feel strange… Is this… Is this supposed to happen?"

“The solution will come to you," he said gently, suddenly before her, cupping the lioness' face between his hands. “Breathe. Relax. This time is for the mind to wander."

His hands wandered too, sliding down her body, from her head to her neck and over her shoulders. Nala shuddered, catching herself pushing into his touch, though the lioness told herself that it was just to stabilise herself, for her footing was not at all steady anymore. Why were the Pride Lands spinning? And the sunset was so pretty, the colours all blending into one, twisting and swirling.

“Yes… Allow it to open your mind."

Rafiki's words were hypnotic and she panted harshly through an open mouth as her legs allowed her to fold to the ground, coming down on unkind, hard-packed earth. The lioness chuffed and grunted, her tail swishing, though the mandrill did not pause as he continued on down the line of her back, towards her hindquarters.

That feels nice…

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She shook her head, unsure of why she felt so dizzy. Was she supposed to be thinking of something? Nala could not seem to pull any sensible words to her mind, nothing that made sense in any kind of order, at least not to her. But his hands felt pleasant, in a way, grounding her there in the moment as she flicked her tail and his fingers finally came around the base of her tail.

Nala shuddered and growled as his fingers brushed the tight pucker of her tail hole, though he wasn't interested in that, instead pushing her tail up a little higher, out of the way. His fingers swept lower, brushing the tight slit of her pussy, for lionesses did not have fat, plump folds like some other species. The cock of a male lion, after all, was designed to penetrate them deeply in rough, short strokes, stimulating ovulation in the act of mating itself.

She panted, unable to do anything, a hazy stupor washing over her. Nala groaned, letting the tingling pleasure roll through her, aching from her under tail out and up through the rest of her body. Her sex twitched, warming to his touch, though she couldn't quite work out why something about him touching her there felt wrong.

“Mmm, such a lovely lioness, ripe to be taken…"

For what Rafiki had failed to mention about the drug substance was that it would leave her susceptible to what he wanted from her, ripe and ready. He bowed his head, one hand on the ground to brace himself, trusting his concoction to keep her steady for him while he lapped under her tail. He traced the outline of her slit with his tongue, savouring her while he had her, for it was unlikely he would ever get such a chance with the lioness ever again.

Of course, Nala would most likely not remember much of what happened there. If she remembered, it would all be worth it, the mandrill was sure, for her to have a solution to Scar's reign. The lion did, indeed, need to be toppled from his makeshift throne, so the Pride Lands themselves could recover, finding some way to heal.

He licked her pussy, running his tongue up and using his fingers to part her sex, dipping his fingers inside and testing her readiness. Nala grunted and even shuddered back a little against him, her pussy tighter than she would have thought. Though it was not as if the lioness had experienced sexual pleasure with anyone before, a virgin, even though it was not something she thought about all that often.

Yet the tenacious, twisting heat, however, was all she longed for in that moment, her body so eager to go along with it that her mind simply took a back seat. It was not as if she could get up anyway, her limbs simply so heavy that she had to lie there, his fingers curling up inside her. Her body quivered, strange ripples running through her form, though Nala let him do it, the tickle and pull of his tongue finding a particularly sensitive spot just within her cunny.

“Mmm… Oh…"

Nala moaned faintly, flicking her tail, though was almost sorry to feel Rafiki withdraw from her rear end. Yet the mandrill wasted no time at all in coming around to her front, showing her something she'd never seen before, at least not from him.

“Unff… Um…"

Nala grunted, though the sound was light and faint, as if she could not spare all that much energy for it, her tail swishing and flicking. He had something protruding from his crotch, like what a male lion would show. She was not all that experienced in that, though she had seen Scar mating with some of the lionesses from time to time, and knew what a shaft was, what the act of sex and mating itself was.

Rafiki's was different, however, red and smooth with an oddly defined head. Yet she didn't know what to do with it, the thicker fur around his groin mostly hiding his soft shaft and his balls. It was not a part of the mandrill she ever gave much attention, though him not having a sheath meant it was exposed most of the time.

Rafiki, however, knew exactly what to do with the drug-addled lioness as he grabbed the back of her head and seated his cock into her maw with a single, smooth thrust. He hooked a finger into the corner of her mouth, where she could not bite down on him accidentally, helping her keep her mouth open for him. His cock ground over her tongue as he moaned and Nala started a little, her eyelids fluttering while she tried to come to terms with all that was going on.

It was just a strange sensation, even though a dim part of her mind registered that he seemed to enjoy it, pushing his chest forward and moaning aloud, his tongue flicking against his lips. Yet Nala was not at all in her right mind enough to understand the gravity of all that was going on there, why her breath hitched and caught, dragging furiously within her chest.

“Unff… Rrr… Nngghh…"

“Close your lips, my dear," Rafiki coaxed her, guiding her as the lioness went along with all he wanted of her. “Just the lips, be careful of the teeth… No teeth should touch me."

Ah. That was a notion her mind understood. No teeth on the mandrill, no. Yes… Yes, she could do that, most certainly. No teeth. No teeth…

So, she sucked instead, using her tongue lightly against his cock, though not too roughly. She just didn't feel like she had all that great control over it, panting hotly around him, rasping and moaning. He thrust into her mouth, crotch coming up against his nose, fur tickling. Nala snorted and grunted, though kept her head obligingly in place for him, even as something slick and thick leaked into her mouth.

She gulped reflexively, though didn't enjoy it. Even as heat curled and coiled within Nala's body, whimpering throatily, her body aching for something she simply couldn't put a word to. Nala needed something, grunting and moaning, though didn't know.

The lioness could not know, so it was just as well that was one more area in which the mandrill was there to guide her.

Rafiki hissed out through his teeth, panting hotly, his staff nearby, on the ground. He'd be able to reach it if needed, though it was highly unlikely he would ever require such a thing. She was too far down and her lips dragging along the length of his cock were simply succulent, wet with drooling saliva and allowing him the perfect level of friction he ever could have craved.

However, he longed for something more, for even Rafiki had not been able to find a mate in quite some time. He withdrew from her hungry maw, marvelling at the fact he had even managed to evade her teeth brushing him even once, though the lioness appeared to be taking very great care with him.

“Ah… You will do well," he breathed, stroking her face, not unkindly, even though he was taking advantage of her. “All you seek will come to you, Nala."

He meant that to, even though he was enjoying her body when he had neither asked permission nor had any kind of consent. He panted and licked his lips, coaxing her over on to her back as she rolled obligingly, easily slumping. It seemed more difficult for Nala to tuck her legs up while she was on her back, struggling to control her limbs, though Rafiki easily got at her sex either way.

Leaning over her, he grasped one of her forelegs as he ground his cock against the slit of her sex, holding it in his other hand. The lioness yowled as he ground inside, forcing her sex open for the very first time.

“Mmmm…"

Nala trembled, though the strain of being penetrated came with a flicker of pain, but only for a breath of a moment. He ground in, thrusting more roughly, and she shuddered, even if pleasure wracked her too.

It was simply hard for the lioness to focus, trembling beneath him, a little dust stirred up by their shifting bodies. She may not have consented to the mandrill taking her, although there was little else to be done in a moment like that, everything happening regardless of what she would have done if she'd been in full control of her senses and her body.

“Gnngghhh…"

Nala gulped around the cock invading her pussy, though the lioness didn't quite know what to do in the moment, panting hotly and lashing out her tongue to lick her lips. He shoved himself into her and she tried to rock back against him, though even that control over her body was not helpful to her in the moment. She moaned, lusting and unwittingly clenching her sex around him, although she was too far gone to understand all that was coming to pass.

Of course, for them, there would at least be no risk of a cub from their mating, though that was really not of any concern to Nala. Not as she blinked and huffed hotly through an open mouth. Her tongue fluttered between the lines of her sharp teeth, lifting her tail for him, even though he wasn't mating with her as her body expected.

No… Nala's body anticipated short, sharp thrusts, a body hunched and curled around her back end, grinding in crudely to take his pleasure with her. it was simply how the act of mating between lions came to pass and, well, her body understood the rhythms to expect even if her mind had not yet caught up to the tenacity of all that was going on.

“Mmph… Ah… Oh…"

Nala let out little throaty grunts as she took every thrust, the mandrill's hands gripping her legs to push them wider as he drove into her. Rafiki, at the very least, seemed to know what he was doing as her pussy moistened around him, thin strands of liquid lust clinging to him. Her body was not even used to being penetrated, let alone for such a time, drawing a response from her even as she ducked her head.

The lioness moaned, her nose tipping back as she lay on her back, barely present in her own reality. What was happening? No… No, she didn't know what was happening, her eyelids fluttering, although she was not really blinking. Every little motion was involuntary as the mandrill sped up, his hips bouncing off her hind end with every crude stroke, as if he was putting much more energy and strength into it than he needed to. The muscles in her hind end tensed, though the lioness was not even able to hold the contracted muscles firm, tension slipping from her as easily as water streamed from her mouth after the act of merely taking a drink.

“Mmm…"

“Hold…still…"

He grunted behind her, although Nala had not even realised she was twitching, her tail thwapping back loosely against his chest. Yet she was not in control, not at all, not of that part of her. Not as he sped up and up, breath rasping and grunting in his throat, losing every last hint of himself.

But all Rafiki cared about, right then and there, was pleasure. He needed it and her body was ripe to be taken, so he slammed in, fingers gripping the thick bones of her legs for stability and dragging her roughly back on to him. A rush of ecstasy flowed through him, hot and tingling, bringing life back to his wise bones as he called out raggedly. His mating cry, a triumphant call, echoed through the air, though there was still no one there, not even with their copulation barely even being concealed.

No one would know what he'd done with Nala as his hips juddered all the way up to her back end, releasing his creamy load. Short, hot spurts of cum poured into her, filling her pussy with his essence, though it was merely a liquid representation of the mandrill's pleasure. There was little else Rafiki had to consider, eyes half-closed, letting his body rock and grind with the moment, shifting and adjusting his stance just to glean a drop more pleasure from every throb and grip of her pussy.

She was delectable, truly, though Rafiki lamented that he would not be able to take her again in such a fashion. He withdrew from her sex, his cock a little softer, retreating slightly as it eased down, though there was nowhere for it to recede to.

And he was still needy, his body aching with it as he rocked his hips, displaying his brightly coloured posterior, even though Rafiki was not showing off his prowess to a mate, not then. A lioness would not understand what that meant, no, not as Nala slipped down, eyes hazy, not with her senses anymore.

The lioness had been on her back, slumping to her side, though she couldn't manage it anymore, not as everything grew so very much warmer and fuzzier than before, soft around the edges. He grunted lightly, rubbing his shaft once more, encouraging it to swell readily back to full hardness.

As the lioness drifted in and out of consciousness, Rafiki, splayed her out on her front, her tongue pushing slightly out of her mouth while she drooled. He parted her lips faintly, opening her jaws, just to check she wasn't in danger of choking on it, before returning to taking his pleasure from her. that brief interlude allowed Rafiki more than enough time to grow fully hard and ready again, though the mandrill was quietly sure he would last longer than he had the first time.

“Sleep, my dear, and come back to the world with your solution."

While Rafiki took his pleasure, of course. There was no reason at all why they shouldn't both get something out of the moment that they wanted, his cock in his hand, though he had something else in mind to try that time. Instead of going for her pussy, as he had when she'd been on her back, he angled his dick up closer to the underside of her tail.

That was a more sensitive spot for her still and, frankly, a place where no one should have been penetrated for, in their world, it did not offer any mating benefits. Yet pleasure could be sought however one pleased out in the Pride Lands and Rafiki panted roughly through an open mouth, his breath rasping between his teeth in a strange hiss. Even to his ears, he didn't sound all that much like a mandrill as he positioned his cock at her pucker and slowly, with a purposeful push of his hips, speared into her.

He didn't mean to go so quickly as the lioness drifted and groaned under him, though he did. As if he was being called by something even the mandrill could not control, he thrust harder, faster, hunching over her back end in breeding need. One orgasm, or so it seemed, simply was not enough for him – and he had to be swift to take what he needed. Who knew when he would encounter another mandrill, after all, who he could proposition to be his mate?

No… The ways of the Pride Lands had grown harsher over recent years. And so had Rafiki.

He thrust hard into her with a throaty grunt, though the lioness was only partly aware of what was happening to her, Nala's tail weakly pushed off to the side. The lioness grumbled quietly and he kept going, leaning over her and tensing his glutes, even as an ache ran down the back of his legs. The position was not a natural one to him, not as need coursed through him with every beat of his heart, yet he had to bear through it.

Especially as the coarse, crude tightness of her tail hole closed around him, the most pressure at her anus, right where he entered her body. There was only so much that could be done there, though the feeling was quite different from taking her pussy. There was less lubrication there, however, even though his cock had been lubed-up before, which allowed him, at the very least, to slide into her.

“Unff…"

Nala's head swirled and she blinked, her chin on the ground, grass clouding her vision. She was dimly aware of a shudder running through her back end, her muscles tightening, but the pressure of something inside her body didn't make sense to her, not at all.

“Mmmph…"

As sensitive nerve endings were stimulated, she trembled and ached, though the lioness drifted off into drug-induced unconsciousness too swiftly to understand. It was not her position to understand, for Nala was going to get what she needed out of everything, even though she was taken advantage of in the process of it all.

Rafiki huffed and grunted, spearing into her backside. Her tail hole gripped him, tightening around the girth of his cock, though he did not pause or slow in the slightest. He merely leaned over her, baring his teeth in a feral grin that Nala would never bear witness to.

The mandrill lost himself there, the grind and rough hump of his hips driving his cock deep, throbbing lewdly. He languished there, the moment rolling through him, but he took all he craved, slamming in furiously, as if he was trying to glean even more deliciously crude friction from her anal passage.

And he got everything he wanted, a possessive hand gripping the lioness' hip, not feeling bad in the slightest for using her body for his own sordid pleasure. There was no escape from it other than the lewd lust of spending his seed, slamming in deep, her tight pucker softening and easing around him more and more. Her body accommodated him as if she was designed for his cock, though Rafiki wasn't really thinking straight in the heat of the moment just like that.

He groaned deep in the back of his throat, a sore ache rising, though Rafiki would not stop until he had spent every last drop of his cream. His orgasms were not particularly productive in volume, but that didn't matter when it came to either breeding or seducing pleasure, panting as the rough grab of his breath raked over her fur, making it flutter lightly under her.

“Unff… Rrrnnfff…"

Rafiki's groans and grunts rose, his hips speeding up. His cock drove deep, taking her tail hole, though he almost did not which hole he was fucking at that time. If not for her maw being lined with sharp teeth, he would have taken her mouth again, but that was a bit too much of a risk to go for a second time.

So, he slammed in as need rolled through him, aching like he'd never fucked before. Yet Rafiki did not even try to hold back the ragged, grasping cry that pulled from his throat as the mandrill finally spent himself. Grinding his dick in as deep as it could possibly go, he howled in climax, his cock twitching and pulsing as he spent his load inside her for a second time.

Seed leaked from the slit of her pussy, marking Nala even in the aftermath of his first breeding, though he emptied the last spurts from his nuts into her anal passage.

Nala, however, did not move, her eyelids fluttering ever so slightly. She didn't feel anything more than the tight pressure under her tail, the stability of the ground under her. Her mind was too busy working on the solution to Scar, what she could do to bring him down, though it was something that would come to her as she continued to drift and dream. It was not something she could demand to come to her, for the situation was dire.

In trusting Rafiki, Nala had offered her body, unwittingly, to him. And the mandrill took everything greedily, skin tingling with the push of overstimulation, his shaft softening once it was done with her.

Two orgasms, alas, were all his body had to give her and him, though Rafiki felt a little more settled afterwards. Curiously, Rafiki dipped his fingers into the mess of cum oozing from her holes as he stepped back, spreading them apart to slicken her fur, though the lioness, surely, would not suspect it was him.

“Soon…" He breathed. “Soon, Scar shall fall. And the Pride Lands will be returned to their former glory. Because of you, Nala."

He smirked lightly, pressing his lips together.

“But your body had much to offer too, Nala… And I thank you for allowing me to savour it now, if not in the future."

Only time would tell just what would come from him crudely taking her, but Rafiki was not all that worried about that. He held the power and had displayed it openly, settling her on the ground with her legs to the side, so she looked like she had merely fallen asleep in the shade. Her body splashed through in shades of crimson and orange as she slumbered there, occasionally letting out a low groan or two, though it was all for a good cause.

All for the betterment and future of the Pride Lands, of course, so all could rejoin the circle of life.

In taking his solution, Rafiki offered Nala hers too.