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Hot. Dry. Arid. He knew it would still be at least a month until the start of the rainy season, and Mufasa couldn't wait for that day to arrive. Yet despite the scorching heat of the savanna, he pressed on with his late afternoon patrol along the outskirts of his territory. He knew Zazu, Sarabi, and the other lionesses would alert him, should any trespassers enter his kingdom, but he would rather find and deal with any threats firsthand.

He never saw the other members of his pride as weak, which was far from the truth, and Mufasa would admit some of them came close to beating him during sparring sessions. However, because of his giant size compared to everyone else, he knew any trespassers would flee at the mere sight of him. Mufasa stood nearly nine feet tall, and his physique is nothing to be scoffed at. His taught, muscular limbs were as tough as the trunks of the baobab trees, and his torso was as hard and chiseled as the rock structure that made up his den. Even though he didn't have a need for camouflage due to his intimidating appearance, his brown and black fur and brown mane proved effective enough just in case. The only article of clothing he wore was a simple loincloth made from a zebra hide, leaving nothing to the imagination but covering what only a select few have seen and touched.

Part way through his patrol, placing him at the farthest region from the rest of the pride, his ears twitched and turned towards a rustling in the grass somewhere behind him. He snapped his head behind him, scanning his eyes to try and pinpoint the source of the sound. He waited a moment, wondering if it he was just hearing things, or he had another stalker needing to be dealt with.

So far, nothing.

Crouching low and turning himself around fully, he kept his focus on the possible source of the sounds while keeping his ears alert. Then, a strong scent wafted into his nostrils. It smelled very much feline and masculine, though he knew it couldn't have come from another lion nor his brother; this odor had a hint of sweetness and was all too familiar, so much so he felt his maleness creeping out of its sheath and poking at the back of the zebra hide he wore over it.

"Where are you?" Mufasa murmured as he kept his senses alert and creeping around to find his stalker.

Another rustling of the grass, though coming from his left. Snapping his head towards the source again, he thought he found someone hiding among the tall, tan grass. But soon, he noticed a white tuft flash above the grasses and swore there was a hint of black and orange to it as well. This got his heart racing, both in anticipation for capturing his stalker and sheer excitement to see someone he cares about more than anything or anyone.

Immediately he began to crouch as he slowly approached where he thought he had found his stalker, eventually creeping closer and closer on all fours. "There you are..."

He kept still for a moment. Listening. Watching. His rump raised in anticipation to pounce, not realizing his stalker was doing exactly the same thing.

Once he was able to see the stalker's face more clearly, his muscles tensed, ready to spring forward.

With a loud roar, both felines charged at each other and sprang forward, slamming their muscular bodies into each other. Mufasa immediately got the upper hand and managed to shove his stalker onto the ground and pressed his weight on them. After quickly pinning down those broad, strong shoulders of the other feline, he grinned when he saw his friend's face. "You keep forgetting how quicker I am than you?"

The tiger under him chuckled, never once protesting against getting pinned right away. "I can still hit harder than you," he teased, panting a little as his large, white chest heaved up and down. The tiger's build and height were nearly identical to Mufasa's, though his muscles lend him more power than speed. He too wore a simple loincloth, though made from a Chital deer hide that; just like Mufasa's, it covered up his nether region well enough, yet didn't leave much to the imagination.

"Power can only get you so far in a fight, Shere Khan," Mufasa advised. He looked down at the tiger a little longer as a warm smile crept on his face. Despite the long scar that ran down and through his left eye and left his face somewhat disfigured, a result of something Shere Khan kept secret even from him, Mufasa still found the tiger handsome and attractive in a rebellious, 'bad boy' way.

"You know I can still easily manhandle you," the tiger teased, giving a sly grin.

He chuckled and pushed himself off Shere Khan, standing up and extending a paw to help him up.

He accepted the lion's offer and grasped that muscular forearm, allowing himself to be hoisted up until he could stand fully on his own. Once he did so, he brushed off some of the loose dirt and grass off his fur. "So, how have things been in the pridelands?"

"Peaceful, for the most part. We've had to chase off a few hyena raids now and then; nothing else significant to report."

"Hmm. So, the usual whenever I visit, then," Shere Khan replied, though a hint of a scowl crept across his face as he crossed his arms.

"Yes..." The lion raised an eyebrow at his friend when he noticed his slight displeasure. "I take it this isn't a casual visit."

"No, it is not; this may be the last time you see me as well."

Mufasa's eyes widened in surprise. "...What?"

"You heard me. I've realized things are much different now than when we were cubs and before you inherited...that." He pointed in the direction of where Pride Rock was, which could be seen clear as day in the distance from their current location.

"That shouldn't change our friendship...or our love fo--"

"You've never visited my territory at all after I got the boot. Clearly you're too busy with your brothel and fulfilling daddy's legacy to bother with me."

"Khan! That's not true!"

"Bullshit! Look around you, Mufasa! You have a kingdom, a family, people who look up to you! All of which has been given to you on a polished stone platter! Honestly, I'm glad you and Sarabi haven't produced an heir yet."

"You leave her out of this," he snarled, "You know damn well I have a responsibility for my people, and I will defend them until my last breath."

Khan sighed and shook his head. "You don't get it, do you?" He began to slowly walk around the lion, admiring his friend's physique despite his anger towards him.

This kept Mufasa on-guard, though he didn't want to flinch at Khan's intimidation tactic to not lose his composure. "What are you ta--acckkk!!"

Without a sound, Khan locked a beefy arm around the lion's neck and used his other arm to lock him in a sleeper hold.

Mufasa immediately grabbed at that arm tight, gagging a bit as he struggled to remain standing.

"Defend them until your last breath, huh?!" Khan kept the hold locked in tight, hoping to end this scuffle quickly. However, he growled and snarled when he felt the lion jam a number of elbow strikes into his ribs as he squirmed, clearly forcing a break. "Guess I'll have to do this!" Acting quick, Khan released the choke and locked his arms around the lion's meaty frame in a reverse bearhug, pinning those tan arms to the sides.

He growled as he thrashed about in the lock. "Let...me...go!" He growled but let out a short moan when he felt the tiger's package rubbing against his nearly bare rump.

Khan began to feel aroused from the little bit of grinding against the lion's firm rear, but he wanted to teach Mufasa a lesson in humility first. "You want me to let you go? Alright!" Widening his stance, he arched backwards and roared, tossing the lion in a German suplex.

"Gah!!" He cried out as his head and neck slammed against the hard, dry ground.

Mufasa took a moment to reorient himself after the throw, especially with his head throbbing and spinning after that sudden jolt. He rubbed the back of his head as he stood. "Nnngh...just as strong as ever, eh?"

Khan immediately began to reorient himself after the throw as the lion recovered. Once he did so and fully stood, he flexed his huge biceps as he watched Mufasa take his time to recover, though couldn't help but admire his own muscles. "Grrr, yeah. Still got it," he cooed.

"You caught me off guard; I commend you on that. But that's nothing compared to this!" The lion flexed as well, though changed up his poses every so often to make sure Khan would be swayed by all his large, tight muscles.

Khan crossed his arms and smirked at the masculine display. For a moment, just admiring his friend show off his beautiful physique softened his anger towards him. "Handsome as always," he cooed, though his smirk soon turned into a scowl; as much as he didn't want to, he didn't want his lust to take over.

"Like what you see, jung--" He let his arms down once he noticed Khan instantly changing his demeanor. "What is it?"

He knew Mufasa tended to act prideful; it's in his nature, after all, and was one aspect of his that made Khan fall for him. Yet, as the years went by, that all soon faded. His best friend inherited a kingdom, servants, a legacy he could easily pass on to his next of kin at any time; Khan, on the other hand, lived his life just the same: survive and maintain his territory.

Khan never dropped his scowl. "You wouldn't listen if I told you," he muttered, even though he tried his best to hold his tongue, "You never listen to me."

Mufasa stepped closer and was about to attempt to console the tiger but was met with a hard haymaker right to his cheek. He turned back to the tiger while rubbing his jaw, gritting his teeth and his eyes filling with rage.

Khan was already in a loose boxing stance, ready and willing to slug the lion in the face again without question. "Gonna listen to me now!?" With that, he took another swing at the lion, but Mufasa was quick on his feet and dodged it, countering with a quick jab to his muzzle.

"Oh, I will," he taunted, shooting a low kick right for the tiger's shin.

"Gahh!" The tiger tried not to instantly drop his guard to nurse his leg, but no matter how strong one is, getting hit in the shin stings like a sonofabitch.

Taking advantage of this, Mufasa, aimed another low kick for the same leg, this time hitting the side of the tiger's knee.

"Aaaggh!" He roared, again, trying not to instantly start nursing his leg.

Wasting no time again, the lion tossed another kick at Khan, only this time aiming it right for his midsection. However, he didn't expect his ankle to get caught in the tiger's grip mid-swing.

Thinking quick, Khan yanked on that ankle hard enough to force Mufasa to land on the ground with a loud *THUD* on his side. He then pounced on top of the lion, trying to force him on his stomach.

Mufasa struggled with the tiger's weight on top of him, let alone falling in an awkward position as he tried to resist getting turned over. Thankfully, his arm wasn't pinned between the tiger and his own side; taking advantage of this, he shoved Khan off him by his chest and rolled himself on his back.

Khan growled after getting shoved off and noticed how quickly Mufasa got back up. He tried to do the same, but the twinge in his leg still lingered.

He panted a little as he allowed Khan a chance to stand; unlike his brother, he kept to a personal honor code when fighting, regardless if it's a sparring session or fighting off a hyena or any other intruder. "Got it all out now? I refuse to listen until yo--oooooooo!"

A stinging force shocked his whole body as he instantly cupped his nethers and felt his legs buckle. "Crafty as...always..." He groaned with a small squeak in his voice.

Khan managed to stand back up finally after that uppercut to the lion's cubmakers, favoring his good leg. He then noticed a sturdy baobab tree nearby and grinned. "No. I don't have it all out yet." He yanked one of the lion's arms away from his groin area and pulled him forward, following that up with a tight headlock as he dragged Mufasa closer to the tree as quick as he could.

He growled as he struggled to get out of the lock, instinctively pulling at the tiger's large arms around his neck, though he nursed his nethers as best as he could while they were on the move.

"Then...I guess I'll have to...beat it out of you!" Mufasa then swung an occasional, blind fist or elbow at the tiger's torso to try and break free.

He let out a grunt anytime a strike connected, stopping on occasion for the sake of his stinging leg. Knowing his grip would falter soon, Khan risked injuring his leg further and charged at the tree. With a roar, he then tossed Mufasa forward head-first, slamming into him right after.

Mufasa managed to get his head out of the way and slammed his chest against the tree instead. He felt a rush of air leave his lungs upon impact and was about to turn around until Khan slammed him against the tree again with his whole body, forcing more breath from him. Yet, in the brief, painful moment, he couldn't help but get turned on somewhat when he felt the tiger's junk rub against his mostly bare ass. "And so it begins..." he murmured, not caring if Khan heard him.

Wasting no time after pinning the lion against the tree, Khan grabbed at one of Mufasa's wrists and wrenched it back in a hammerlock while pinning the other against the smooth, sturdy tree trunk. He too got turned on by the situation as he felt those tough, golden glutes rub against the thin layers of loincloth. He couldn't help but let out a lustful rumble right in Mufasa's ear as he inhaled his masculine scent from his mane. "You don't know how bad I want to make you mine right now," he growled, "But I want to savor the pleasure of teaching you some humility first."

He huffed and panted, despite his face being pressed between the tree and the tiger. "You're the one who needs a lesson in humility, Khan!" He thrashed about, trying to wrench his arms out of the tiger's grip.

Khan only gripped tighter. "Says the one who never thought once about his best friend!" He roared as he spun the lion around, though made sure he would still be pinned against the baobab tree.

As he was spun around, Mufasa grabbed at the tiger's arm keeping him pinned down while keeping his other paw from getting grabbed. Once he found an opening, he batted the tiger's other paw away and chopped down on that striped arm keeping him pinned.

"Gaaah! You think you're getting out of--aaggh!"

He chopped at that arm a few more times, then delivered an occasional swift kick at Khan's leg he abused earlier.

"Nggghhh!" He knew his leg couldn't take any more abuse and instantly dropped both his arms to nurse it while attempting to back away.

Mufasa panted for a brief moment, then stepped forward and swung a hard uppercut to the tiger's jaw.

His head snapped upwards upon impact, putting his mind back on the fight. Not wanting to give Mufasa a chance to escape, he leapt towards him in a shoulder charge to get him back against the tree and, just as before, kept the lion pinned there with a paw gripped tight around his throat.

He gagged and gripped around the tiger's wrist as he started feeling light-headed while trying to break free.

Khan panted hard, though kept his grip tight. "You...think I didn't want to be...a part of your kingdom?!" With his other paw, he reached under the black and white hide and grabbed for the lion's testicles, instantly gripping those tight as well.

Through a long, gagged mewl of pain, Mufasa thrashed about and his legs instantly went inward as his cubmakers got squeezed.

Khan kept his grip around the lion's throat tight but loosened his grip around his balls. He looked down, feeling up the sizable package. "Hmmm...wonder what will happen if I rendered the King...infertile?"

"Y-You...w-w-wouln't...da-a-are..." he gagged, his thrashing weakening as he struggled to breath. Desperate, he kicked back at Khan, albeit his retaliation was weak.

Khan chuckled as he removed his paw from the lion's throat, though immediately pinned him to the tree by his shoulders and fired a devastating knee strike to his gonads.

Mufasa cried out a squeaky roar, covering his crotch afterward as searing pain bolted through his whole body. He could feel himself sinking to his knees, no longer being supported by the tiger. Tears welled up in his eyes as he breathed shallow breaths, trying to find the will to keep fighting. But he wasn't given much time to reflect when he felt himself getting yanked back up by his mane.

Struggling to get his arm back from the lion's defensive grip, Khan threw several uppercuts to his abs in hopes he would let go.

He tightened his abs with each blow, feeling a brief rush of air leave his lungs as he began twisting and squeezing the tiger's wrist, eventually forcing him to release his mane. He immediately followed that up with an armbar, though still felt the shock from having his balls tortured.

Khan cried out and pulled back to try and get his arm out of the lion's grip, yet his leg began to feel that all too familiar force of getting kicked repeatedly again. He hissed and groaned from those strikes and knew by now he'd have difficulty staying upright, falling onto a knee as his arm was contorted.

Mufasa didn't let up and fired several hard knee strikes to the tiger's jaw, then shoved him back with his foot as he finally released him.

Khan groaned and held his jaw as he laid on the ground. When he looked at his paw, he noticed a hint of crimson staining his paw pads and could smell and taste his own blood in his mouth. His leg seared from the abuse Mufasa put on it as he laid there; he knew standing back up was out of the question for now.

Groaning and clutching his aching gonads, Mufasa threw his fighting honor out the window as he approached the downed feline. "You're...gonna pay for this, Khan!" He sneered. Immediately he began kicking at him and stomping on him, putting more abuse on that leg and targeting his chest and abs.

"Gahhh!" He immediately tried to protect his injured leg, but was soon met with strikes to his torso, each one forcing air from his lungs. As a last resort, Khan rolled himself on his stomach as he groaned and hissed, hoping to catch his breath.

As he did this, Mufasa couldn't help but take a moment to enjoy the view Khan presented him. He knew the tiger was more a grappler, and the way his stripes curved around his gluts certainly showed how strong a base he had. He began to grope at the bulge outlined by his loincloth out of instinct, though it did sooth the sting in his balls. As much as he wanted to establish his dominance over Khan right then and there, Mufasa wanted to be sure he knew who was really in charge in these lands. Giving into his prideful nature, he rolled Khan over on his back and pressed down on his chest with a foot, flexing both his arms and hoped the tiger would notice.

The pressure on his sore chest forced out a painful groan as he snarled at the lion. As much as he enjoyed the show above him, it never quelled his need to win this fight. While Mufasa was distracted by himself, Khan took a moment to catch his breath as much as he could.

"Bet you wish you were as stro--woah!"

He suddenly grabbed for the lion's ankle and lifted upward as he moved his legs out of the way so over 200 pounds of muscle don't crush them.

Mufasa groaned and shook his head, then noticed his ankle got caught and tried to yank it out of the tiger's grip.

Khan squeezed harder and counter-pulled, trying to get back on his feet as best as he could with a bum leg. The lion's resistance didn't make matters easier, though, but he was at least able to make it on one knee. Thinking quick, he went for an ankle lock, hoping to slow down Mufasa.

"Let! Go! Aggh!" He cried out, holding his elevated leg. He pulled and pulled, but no amount of force was going to get the tiger to release his foot, though he found it did him more harm than good.

Khan panted for a moment, trying to will himself to stand fully again, though keeping the lion's ankle locked in. He let out a long groan once he fully stood, as his bum leg almost gave out on him. "Grrr...let's see how you like having a useless leg." He released the lion's ankle from the lock but kept hold of hit so he could stretch out those golden-covered leg muscles. With Mufasa's leg outstretch, he stomped down as hard as he could around the knee joint.

"Ahhhgg!!" Mufasa pulled pack wildly, but that only made matters worse.

Khan grinned and stomped down again, getting another loud cry of pain from the lion.

Mufasa hissed and went to protect his knee with his paws.

He let out a satisfying growl and stomped down again. "I'm gonna break this..." he threatened, giving another forceful stomp on that knee, "And then I'll break you!" He roared. Filling up with rage, he stomped down on Mufasa's already battered knee over and over and over.

Each crushing blow was followed with a loud, painful roar. Mufasa was too focused on trying to yank his leg away from Khan to think of an escape, though his efforts only stretched those muscles too far for comfort.

"How do you like that, bitch!" He taunted, dealing another blow to the knee, "Let's see how you do on one leg!"

Khan gave one more, crushing blow to the lion's knee. "Now the other one," he growled, slamming down the lion's leg and reaching for the other.

"Gahhhhh!!!" Mufasa instantly pulled his abused kneecap close to him and hissed. Yet he also felt the tiger's grip lift his other leg, twist it, then saw him fall back with it in a figure-four leglock. He cried out again, growling and hissing and clawing at the ground, unsure how to get out of this.

He wouldn't hold back for a moment, eventually arching his back little by little to torque the hold further as he heard, and felt, Mufasa panic more and more.

"Grrr! Give up! I know you can't take much more of this!"

Mufasa panted hard as he groaned. "A true king...n-never...gives...in...Gah! Fuck!"

"Well, guess we're gonna...BE here a while!" He teased, pulling back further and harder in the hold.

"Let...me...go!"

"Not until you submit!"

"That...that won't happen..." As he got put through the tormenting hold, he noticed both his legs feeling numb from the abuse earlier and from being put in the figure-four for so long; he could only imagine what walking would feel like once he freed himself. That is, if he can break free or get Khan to let go without tapping out. "Besides...why...did you...come all this way...for nothing?!"

That made Khan think for a moment, during which his anger that carried him throughout his fight diminished somewhat. But that quickly came back again once he figured out the answer. He then released Mufasa from the figure-four, though got back on his feet enough just in time to deal a crushing blow to that leg before slamming it down on the ground. He was able to stand just fine, though still favored his good leg that didn't suffer from Mufasa's deadly kicks. He loomed above the lion, his white, muscular chest rising and falling rapidly as he panted and watched Mufasa writhe in pain and struggle to get on his knees.

"You want to know...why I'm here?" He crouched near the lion and yanked his head up by his mane, leaning close to his ear. "You'd never let me join your pride!" He roared as he yanked Mufasa up, then went to slug him right in the abs.

But Mufasa struck quicker, throwing a sloppy, yet powerful punch right to Khan's cheek.

"Grrraah!" Khan released the lion and stumbled sideways from the sucker punch, barely managing to catch himself and not topple over.

Mufasa groaned and hissed with each step as he approached Khan with both fists raised, though both his legs vibrated with searing pain. He threw a few jabs to the tiger's face, some of which were blocked, and others managed to hit.

Though he knew he wouldn't be able to keep this up for long.

Feeling his legs about to give out on him, Mufasa darted forward and tackled the tiger, slamming them on the ground. He then hopped on Khan's abs and began pounding away at his face and chest.

Khan got his arms up immediately after getting tackled. He blocked some of the furious punches, but most of them landed on their intended targets. He hardly had a chance to swing back and decided on blocking for now.

Mufasa stopped the onslaught, though kept his fists clenched tight and raised and stained with the tiger's blood. "You damn well...know why I can't do that, Khan," he growled as his brown chest heaved. He then threw a few more wild punches to his face. "I promised my father I wouldn't taint the pride's bloodline!" Another flurry of wild, emotionally charged punches. "Hybrid offspring...aren't suitable...to maintain a lineage, Shere Khan."

He kept his fists raised as he laid there, tasting more blood in his mouth with each exasperated breath as he tried to get back some air, despite the beefy lion sitting on top of him. For a moment, he gave a concerned look as Mufasa spoke, but then glared back up at him once he mentioned his pride's bloodline.

"What makes you think...I'm after your ladies...or even Sarabi?" His heart raced as he heaved a moment. "They're beautiful...and strong...I'll admit...but you damn well know I've...never had any interest in them...at all!"

"Then WHY are you here, Shere Khan!?"

"You don't get it, do you?" With that, he flexed his abs as best as he could and lifted both his legs up and around Mufasa's neck, bringing them down and the lion with them. He then pushed forward to put some pressure on the lion's chin and neck, pressing his paws on the ground for support.

Mufasa tried to pry the tiger off him and struggled to gasp air in his lungs, but those bulging leg muscles refused to give; he knew his stubborn pride would not allow him to tap out, especially against Shere Khan.

Khan didn't let up on the pressure; keeping the lion where he wanted was easier by now. Still, anytime he felt Mufasa try to reverse the hold or roll them over, he flexed his leg muscles to maintain control. "Why struggle?" He teased, "You look just fine right where you are," he chuckled and grinned. Though, he did know of Mufasa's prideful nature as well and knew he'd never tap.

He let the lion suffer a little longer between his legs and eventually released him, standing back up immediately after. Knowing Mufasa wasn't getting up anytime soon, he walked over to the lion's side and waited until his abs were fully exposed.

"Guuuugh!!" His body jolted upward after taking a sharp elbow drop to his abs, though the sudden pressure lifted just as fast as it came down. He didn't have a chance to protect his abs before the next elbow drop landed, shaking him and stinging his abs just as hard as the last one.

Khan kept up the elbow assault on those brown, fur-covered abs for a while. For the final strike, rather than simply falling, he backed up a couple steps to give him room for a jumping elbow drop.

"GGGAAAHHH!!!"

What little air Mufasa managed to get in his lungs is now gone entirely. He laid there, heaving and covering his abs with his paws after the tiger climbed off him. He growled, frustrated at how poorly this fight has transpired, but more so at Khan. His mind began to ponder on this, but was cut off when a slow, firm pressure pushed down on his already bruised abs.

Khan stood above the lion with a foot on those abs, paws on his hips and shaking his head. "You put up a good fight as always, Mufasa," he then leaned down and relaxed his arms, still keeping that foot on those abs, "But it seems like becoming king has made you soft." With that, he gave a firm, short slap across the lion's cheek. "You need to toughen up!" He then gave another slap across the cheek. "And keep your damn pride in check during a fight!" He stood up and released his foot, backing up a few paces and leaning forward to recover from the fight and, more for his own sake, calm down.

But he doubted Mufasa took the hint or understood his message just now.

Mufasa gasped for air, rubbing his abused abs and rolled on his side. Slowly but surely, he began to crawl himself to his feet, but his legs stung and wobbled as he did so. Once he fully stood, he almost collapsed on the ground again but managed to catch himself. He noticed Khan too took his time to recover as well, though knew full-well he wasn't in as bad of shape. "Nnnggh...I'll admit...I'm not as tough as I was when we were young," he groaned, trying to keep steady despite his injuries, "But you damn well know I'll do...whatever it takes to protect my people...and the ones I love...even if it kills me..."

Khan couldn't help but chuckle at that and shook his head. "Typical...even to this day, you still care."

"Of course...I must...nggh...protect the homeland from outsiders..." He drew in a deep breath and got in a wobbly boxing stance. "As...far as I'm concerned...you wish to invade...I can't allow that."

He sneered at his friend...or so he thought of him as such. Khan too took on a boxing stance, though he had an easier time keeping himself steady. "...so that's how you see me then!?" Rage building up in him again, he charged towards the lion and ducked low, grabbing him around the waistline for a tackle and instantly slamming him down on his back.

Adrenaline kicked in right after the throw. Mufasa began punching wildly at Khan's head, not caring where he hit or if he knocked him out cold right then and there.

He swiped and batted at the lion's arms flying at him, though most of the punches connected and left him more than just dazed. His head throbbed and he felt himself about to black out, but eventually caught both the lion's wrists in his paws.

Not sure how well it would work, Mufasa shuffled himself to try putting the tiger in a triangle lock. Though without the use of his arms at the moment, he couldn't go as far as putting Khan in a guillotine choke to finally end this.

Those taught, firm legs managed to get around him, but he kept up the pressure on those wrists. Seeing that Mufasa still struggled against him, Khan quickly let go of one of his wrists to throw a hard punch right to the center of his chest.

He managed to punch the tiger back right across the cheek after given an opening, but his wrist was locked down again just as quick. He tried to toss Khan off of him with his legs, but he couldn't keep him held in the lock.

Khan tightened his grip as his arms flexed, pushing down as hard as he could to pin the lion. As he did so, he felt himself growing underneath his loincloth; between the surge of testosterone, they're most naked bodies rubbing against each other in close combat, he wasn't surprised that Mufasa felt the same thing.

He smirked and knew how easy it was to keep the lion pinned. "I like you better in this position," he cooed, "Right below me and in the perfect position to claim you."

Mufasa sneered up at the tiger, tightening his injured legs as tight as possible while jerking his hips side to side in hopes to fling Khan off of him. Yet it was clear that wasn't doing much, other than rubbing their groins against each other more and more and tiring himself out.

He paused a moment to catch his breath and will enough energy to at least break the pin. "I'll never...let you...claim me...or my pride!" He let out a thunderous roar and snapped his hips sideways as hard as he could, finding he managed to fling the hulking tiger off.

However, it wasn't enough to keep him secure between those battered legs. Khan flailed as he was thrown to the ground, but he easily pried apart those muscular legs from around him and rolled out, getting to one knee soon after. As if by instinct, he licked his lips and rubbed the side of his maw, finding his mouth was still bleeding, despite that some of the crimson streaks dried out and darkened. He knew by now neither of them could keep up this fight much longer, and he'd be the first to admit he finally let it all out by this point.

Despite everything that has transpired so far: the fight, Mufasa's inheritance and coronation, their friendship, Khan needed to remind Mufasa of one thing. And words will not help.

Khan waited patiently for Mufasa to stand as he slowly made his way on both feet again. Even as they did, he noticed how much Mufasa wobbled on his feet while getting back into a sloppy and loose stance. His wasn't as sturdy either, but Khan was still capable of keeping his focus on the fight and not on his balance.

After what seemed like hours in the most grueling fight they've had yet, both felines were exhausted, broken, bruised, and covered in scuff marks. Their fur appeared more ragged than when either usually fought, and Mufasa's mane began to stick up in places; between that and his poor, wobbly stance, it was clear who won this contest.

Yet his inner pride kept him going, even though his survival instincts told him to run and live another day.

The two shared a brief stare-down and took a fraction of a second to breath before charging at each other again, immediately getting into a lockup. The growled at each other as one tried to overpower the other, pushing and shoving against each other as the two gave it their all in these last few moments of their scuffle.

"So...you...finally let it all out...Khan?!" Mufasa growled.

"Not...yet!"

With a roar, Khan ducked underneath and grabbed the lion around his waist, instantly lifting him up and tossing him on his back, then scrambled to get on top of him to pin his arms again.

Being somewhat dazed and having difficulty keeping his mind on the fight, Mufasa didn't know what hit him, but soon enough found himself on the ground again in the same position not a moment earlier. He snarled, thrashing about underneath and trying to get in a triangle lock again, but he found Khan locked their legs together this time in a grapevine.

Khan grinned and knew full well he won this fight by this point as he kept the squirmy lion pinned down. But he wanted to to do one more thing before claiming victory.

Mufasa growled as he struggled, even though his efforts were worthless by now. He didn't want to lose, for fear of what Khan will do to his people, now that he's won this fight. He looked into Khan's only good eye and snarled, panting both out of exhaustion and panic. "I'm not letting you clai--mmmmmfffff!"

A deep and passionate kiss cut him off. As Khan's tongue slipped in his mouth, his body eased up all the tension he's built up prior to and during their fight. It's been years since he's smelled and tasted the tiger's unique, masculine scent, though this time with a hint of a metallic flavor from how much Khan's mouth bleed. Despite the strange taste, Mufasa eased into the kiss and allowed Khan to lead. It wasn't too long before he felt those same paws that have thrown, grabbed, and punched him eased up around his wrists and rubbed his arms. He felt no need to become aggressive once Khan eased his legs and unhooked them from his own; the fight is over, and Khan clearly won.

But that didn't stop him from acting playful. Mufasa rubbed the tiger's strong, muscular back while holding him close, closer than he's held anyone else in his lifetime. In a slow, steady rhythm, the two felines grinded against each other, letting every square inch of their torsos rub against one another. Their eyes closed as they allowed themselves to bask in the ecstasy and make up for the lost years away from each other. As they did this, they let out soft, passionate growls as their foreplay grew more intense. Eventually, Mufasa gripped around the tiger tight and rolled them over so he would be on top, though he had a feeling Khan helped. Even so, not once did they break their kiss, though Mufasa began to rub down the tiger's sides and chest; he had nearly forgotten how much larger his muscles were, and that white ventral fur against that dark orange and black coat only accented them further.

Mufasa was about to break the kiss to lean up and get a better look at Khan's body, but that only made the tiger pull him closer and roll them back over. As much as he wanted to take charge of the situation, something about Khan made him feel a role he hasn't felt in a long time. The way he took control of the fight and even now flooded his mind with long-lost memories from their younger years as adolescents; from the most awkward fight they've had when they first hit puberty, to the moment he thought he would never see Khan again after his father chased him out of the pridelands.

Khan eventually broke the kiss, though still kept his body pressed close to the lion's. They both panted hot, heavy breaths as they looked into each other's eyes. He could tell Mufasa remembered their friendship and every memory from their childhoods, letting a friendly, albeit bloodied, grin spread across his face. Though it faded once he realized Mufasa began to look away from him.

He rested a paw against the lion's cheek and then began to pet his dark brown mane. "What is it, big kitty?" His paw instantly began to get pushed back when Mufasa rubbed his head into it and started to purr.

He kept quiet for a moment, enjoying the tiger's intimate touch and that feeling of closeness they shared; it was that special kind of feeling he hadn't felt in years, and something he never felt when mating with Sarabi or any of the other lionesses. Taking a deep breath and looking back up into Khan's good eye, he rubbed the tiger's back before speaking. There was so much he wanted to say, but the only words he could utter was, "I'm sorry."

Khan sighed and let his head droop, then looked back at Mufasa.

"You know I've always wanted you to be a part of the pride," he began, "Ever since that day...as I got older...my father taught me the importance of maintaining the bloodline, doing whatever it takes for that to not become tainted." He took a deep breath, trying he best to choke back any tears welling up in his eyes before continuing. "I never wanted you to leave, Shere Khan. I knew you never had much of a family and had to survive on your own." He chuckled, "And you sure as hell weren't interested in the lionesses, as much as they tried to mate with you once we were old enough."

He couldn't help but chuckle at that too as his cheeks started to warm. "They can be...quite convincing when it comes to that, believe me." He sighed again, dropping the cheery demeanor. "But...even back then, I respected your father's wishes to never mate with them...I never understood why he didn't want me around prior to your coronation."

"I never did either." Mufasa slid a paw on Khan's cheek, though just held it there. "However, know this: I fought tooth and claw for my father to allow you to return, sometimes literally. I'll admit...he did have good intentions, sure, he just didn't carry them out fairly."

Khan place a paw over Mufasa's as he spoke, holding it there against his cheek and thankful it wasn't balled up in a fist and hurdling towards him this time.

He continued, though began to choke back tears again. "Why did it take you so long to return?"

He kept quiet, moving the lion's paw away from his cheek. "I had...a lot of fear and jealousy to sort through; I knew your father was up there in age when he ordered me to leave, but I wasn't sure if he'd still be alive if I tried to return." As he spoke, his tone began to take on more anger and frustration. "Of course, jealousy never helped with the whole situation either; you have a family, a kingdom, a territory, and I, well...I have nothing, except my survival skills."

Mufasa sighed as he looked away again, keeping quiet for a few moments. He slid his paw out of Khan's grip and laid it across his chest, feeling it rise and fall as his body became more and more relaxed, along with the beating of his heart, which still pumped hard from the remnants of any leftover adrenaline coursing through his body. A part of him didn't want to say anything so he could enjoy this moment with Khan under the hot, late-afternoon sun; that is, if he could think of anything to say at all.

After a while, he looked back up at Khan. "There's a lot I've forgotten since that day...I know you didn't have much to begin with, but I hoped you would still find a better life elsewhere than here. I never knew your life remained the same since then..."

Khan sighed and let out a low growl, more in frustration at himself. "There...was one time I tried to return soon after that day..."

"Really?" Mufasa cocked an eyebrow, though more out of curiosity than suspicion.

He nodded. "You wouldn't have known. Your father saw me on the outskirts and warned me to leave. When I refused, we fought, I lost, and he told me to never return or else he'd kill me." He choked back his tears before continuing. "After that, well, I knew well enough to leave you alone and let you live your life. That's...also when I began to think ill of you..."

Mufasa held a paw to Khan's cheek for a moment, then stroked him. "I'm...sorry, hun...this is the first I've heard of this incident." He sighed. "I cannot believe my father would go as far as killing you. I knew he would tend to cling to ancient ways, but...I supposed he would never accept change unless he deemed it would benefit him or the pride too, even if that meant taking an innocent life."

"That...makes sense, I think. But he knew me like I was his own son...I never understood why he seemed to hate me more and more as we got older."

"I wouldn't know either." He then began to scratch behind the tiger's head, noticing his one good eye close as his head leaned in towards the scritches. "But you're here now. My father's long dead. And I get to make the rules now."

Khan became so relaxed that he flopped on top of the lion, holding him tight and letting out soft chuffs. He leaned up and kissed Mufasa again, to which he kissed back with no hesitation. "So, your highness, is a lonely tiger like me worthy to be part of the pride?"

He cupped the tiger's cheek and smiled. "Of course, my friend. I've always trusted you and...I thank you for helping me stay strong; you mean a lot to me, and I've come to consider you as a brother."

He held that paw there, basking in the tender touch. "Promise me you won't think otherwise in the years to come."

"I promise."

With that, Mufasa pulled Khan closer and they shared another brief kiss. Khan then stretched his body out and fully laid on top of the lion again with his head resting on a shoulder. They laid there in the tall, savannah grass for a few moments as the hot sun from above radiated its heat on their heated, muscular bodies. Because of this, they soon had to let go of each other and Khan rolled off of Mufasa and stood up. Even though the adrenaline rush from their fight subsided by now, he began to pant and feel light headed due to the heat. He helped Mufasa up, noticing he still struggled to do so on his own, pulling him right into a tight hug as he let out another chuff, nuzzling the lion's neck.

"Thank you," he murmured. He pulled himself away from the embrace, but held both Mufasa's paws in his. As much as he wanted to stay there and spend time with his long-lost friend, the heat did not help the slight throbbing in his head, and he noticed Mufasa's balance wasn't up to par just yet. He wouldn't be surprised if the lion felt the effects of the heat too, but he also had a higher tolerance for the dryer, hotter climate.

He groaned and winced when he felt his head pound again, rubbing it with a paw. "We should...find some shade...maybe stop by the watering hole too."

"Right. Of course," he said, hobbling over to Khan's side and putting an arm around his shoulder. They hobbled over together to the closest tree they could find that provided ample shade. "I don't know how dry the watering hole is right now, and it's a couple miles from here. I only ask you to be courteous and not attack any prey that may happen to join you." Once they made it under the shady acacia, Mufasa leaned back against its thin trunk, putting most of his weight against it. He breathed deep, feeling the aches and stings in his legs and throughout his whole body before continuing. "Do you know why that is?"

Khan thought for a moment, thinking back to when he would visit this area when he was allowed to do so. "Because...because...water is scarce?"

He nodded. "The watering hole is also a sacred space for everyone within my kingdom's territory; it is not just for the pride, nor does it exclude hyenas, much to everyone's distaste."

"Right...of course," he replied, letting out an exasperated breath. It was then he noticed Mufasa slowly sliding down along the tree's length, desperately trying to remain steady. He managed to catch him as he did so and gently sat him down as he crouched with him. "I...would suggest we take a trip there, but I suspect it's barren and dry during this time of year."

He leaned his head back against the rough bark and took in a deep breath. "I'm sure you're not used to this heat."

"It's...been some time...a long...long time."

Mufasa chuckled. "Besides, you...ngggh...really did a number on my legs," he groaned as he massaged those injured muscles, "I'm...not sure if I could make the journey."

He combed his claws through that dark mane, getting on his knees and crawling closer. "Then rest, my love." After sharing another deep, passionate kiss with one another, Khan began to massage the lion's groin, though didn't reach under nor pull down the loincloth.

He let out a slow breath, letting the tiger's paw play with his manhood and petted that strong, striped back as he admired how handsome Khan looked. He wouldn't be the first to admit Khan looked more menacing than handsome because of his damaged eye, but he'd be the first to admit the tiger looked more wild and tough because of that.

Between Khan's lustful toying with him and remembering why he felt a strong attraction to his friend, he felt his feline prick starting to poke out of its sheath and becoming fully erect, poking out from under his striped loincloth. He moaned as he petted the tiger's white cheek. "Mmmm...you better not try any funny business with your paw down there this time."

Khan gave a sly grin and leaned in closer. "But it's the only kind of funny business I know his highness will like," he cooed. Giving the lion a quick nuzzle on his snout, he backed up to where he could see what that tiny loincloth packed much easier, running his paws through that dark brown fur and feeling every muscle as he made his decent. He looked back up to make sure Mufasa wasn't looking down at him, then back at his prize. He then extended a claw, dug it underneath the thin strap of the loincloth, and sliced it right off with hardly a sound before retracting it again. Without a sound and needing no effort, Khan tossed aside the minimal amount of hide that covered those brown, fuzzy orbs and that pink feline dick. His eyes widened as he took hold of that hard shaft and began to stroke it, grinning when he saw Mufasa shudder from the pleasure.

Mufasa let out a low growl as he reached down to pet Khan's head, until a sudden, moist sensation hit his exposed shaft. His whole body tensed up and he pushed the back of his head against the bark and curling his toes out of instinct, letting out an audible moan as he clenched Khan's head fur. His breaths became heavier once that maw fully encased his cock and sucked down on it. Soon enough, he felt a tiger paw massaging his orbs again while the suction came at him slow and steady.

He looked down on his friend going down on him and gently stroked his head and back, if not to avoid becoming aggressive. After all, Khan did win the fight, so it was only fair to allow him to do as he pleased. Still, he wasn't sure if he was savoring his prize or would eventually rut him to get it over with; yet given their situation, how close their friendship already was, and how much they missed each other, he suspected the former. Even still, though, despite being the Alpha in his pride and the ruler of his kingdom, he would admit he had always enjoyed being dominated and manhandled by the brute during their fights and lovemaking. Memories and fantasies of these instances only made the pleasurable experience right now much more enticing.

While Mufasa kept shifting between a state of relaxation and squirming from pleasure, Khan kept busy sucking the lion's cock, making sure he felt none of his teeth and all of his tongue. He shifted his body from time to time and released that barbed cock to catch some air as needed, but would then get right back to work in no time. His saliva mixed in with the lion's precum, giving him a sample, salty preview of that lion seed, only enhanced the experience for them both. The last time he went down on another feline was when he and Bagheera would fool around after his exile from the pridelands, but before he and the panther started their deadly rivalry. And as much as he wanted to release that long-lost, sexual tension he and Mufasa shared, he hoped his foreplay showed his gratitude towards the lion, even after destroying him in their fight prior.

Mufasa tilted his head downward and smiled as Khan continued to suck him off. "Y-You're, nggghh...you're really good at that." He then rested his head back against the tree trunk and closed his eyes, breathing deep, shallow breaths as his toes curled. "Better than Sarabi..."

Khan sucked down on the king's cock some more before releasing it again, though gave it a few, gentle strokes as he admired his handiwork. "That's because I've always loved your thick meat," he panted as he got on his paws and knees. He then began to suck him off some more, though putting much more effort and speed into it. After a while, Khan climbed on top of Mufasa and sat his rump right on top of the hard, spiny, wet shaft. He rubbed his ass right over the lion's groin and sliced off his own loincloth; it didn't hide the fact he, too, became fully aroused. Once they were both naked, Khan grinded along that cock much faster and grabbed the lion's face with his paws, yanking him into an aggressive, deep kiss, to which Mufasa gave no protest.

However, the kiss didn't last long. After Khan broke it, he slicked up his fingers and prodded his tailhole; Mufasa began to help in this process as well, though was surprised Khan would be so willing to bottom, even though he acted as a power bottom in this case.

He looked up at the tiger while he lined things up down there. "Try to...nnghh, fuck...try to go easy on me, kitty...you really did a number on me, and I do--oooooo fffuck..."

The two felines moaned upon that initial insertion, and Khan panted hard as he slowly worked his way down the thick shaft, wincing from the barbs rubbing against his insides. But with the mix their saliva and Mufasa's precum lubing his insides and the lion's cock, slowly but surely that initial pain began to subside.

Once Khan found a slow, steady rhythm to ride the king home to, he pressed his paws hard against Mufasa's pecs and gripped at his chest fur. "I'll try to go slow, kitty," he huffed as his ass bobbed up and down, "But...god...DAMN do I miss having you inside me..."

He began to purr as his paws rubbed the tiger's toned ass cheeks, guiding them up and down along his length. "Feels like it's...nnngghh...been a while," he said, gripping tighter on that stripy rump, "Even the virgin lionesses weren't this tight."

He kept his riding slow and made sure to not clinch so much so early. Khan managed to keep a dominating attitude as he claimed his prize, but he couldn't help but let out a few moans here and there once that cock started to feel pleasurable rubbing against his insides. As he rode the king, he grinned and straightened himself, sliding his paws down to Mufasa's abs for support. Eventually, he picked up the pace and stroked himself for a while. Both felines began to growl and moan louder, and both began to leak more precum during their heated lovemaking under the hot sun.

They looked in each other's eyes as their lust was at its peak. Soon enough, Khan dived in for a kiss, to which Mufasa grabbed him to pull him closer. They made out and rubbed each other's bodies as Khan slammed his ass on Mufasa's pelvis. As much as he wanted to just grab the tiger and rut him hard, Mufasa decided to thrust a couple times so his legs could rest as long as possible; it was difficult to not completely give in to the heat of the moment, but he wanted to remind Khan knew who was in charge in these lands.

Khan broke the kiss for a brief moment, panting hard as he paused his ride for a moment. "Cum inside," he said, giving the lion a deep, brief kiss, "I want you...no, I need you." He kissed him again, gripping the lion's mane tight as he went full force on his ride.

Mufasa did not object. He, too, hit his peak of passion, the most passionate he's felt towards someone else while mating.

They both moaned and growled deep, even though they were both deep in their kiss. Khan couldn't help but reach a paw underneath and jerk himself off as he felt himself closer to climax, especially with Mufasa's occasional thrusts. He quickly broke the kiss and moaned loud and yanked his paw out of the way once he began to burst, adding his cum to the dirt and sweat that already covered their abs and fur. Afterward, he stopped riding and panted hard, though made sure the lion's cock didn't slip out when he relaxed his body.

Mufasa held him close as he collapsed, adjusting his hips to help keep his cock inside and slowly thrusting upward.

"Fuck...I definitely needed that," he said, his voice sounding inaudible.

"I still need to cum, kitty," he whispered as he picked up the pace of his thrusts.

"Nnngg...God that feels good."

Saving what little strength he had, Mufasa kept his thrusts short but quick and didn't put much power behind them like he normally would. However, it was enough to tip him over the edge. He let out a grunt and gasped when he released his seed inside the tiger, who in turn let out a moan when he felt that warmth fill his tailhole. After keeping his cock in for a few moments, he slid it out with little difficulty and let his legs collapse on the ground.

They laid there in each other's embrace under the shade, hot, tired, and sore; it wasn't long until the two felines fell asleep, and Mufasa never once thought if anyone in the pride wondered why he's been gone longer than usual or what they would think of Shere Khan joining the pride. But all that mattered to him right now is that his friend, brother, and lover is back.