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Mufasa's Morning Lessons

There were times when he was happy to be the king of the Pridelands.

It really was a good job, no matter what kind of stresses that he had to deal with. The hyenas on the edges of the Pridelands weren't hard to fight, and his lionesses could deal with them when he didn't have the time, or energy. The hunting was fun, and providing for his pride was easy enough. He even got the bonuses of having all the different lionesses around for his urges, and that was something no other male could really brag about.

He had the best place in the Pridelands to live. Pride Rock had been the home of the pride for generations, going back beyond his father to his grandfather, and down through that line. It was a place of beauty and majesty, and it was a place that he would never give up, and neither would Simba.

Simba.

That was the part of the job that nobody ever told him about. Father had never told him about what fatherhood would be like, about how a hyperactive cub would replace the rising sun as his alarm clock. He'd never been told about how his son would always want to spend time with him, would always want to be with him at every waking out. It wasn't a bad thing, and most afternoons, he was glad for Simba's company. It kept the afternoon from becoming a dull repetition of report after report from Zazu.

But the mornings...oh, the mornings were torture, with the way that Simba always woke up an hour before the sun rose, and always wanted attention, right then. He never even got the chance to properly relieve himself in the morning before the boy started bouncing on his head, chewing on his ears, and generally being a bit of a pest.

But, on the other hand, he supposed it was all a part of fatherhood. There wasn't much he could do about it, and he definitely appreciated the fact that he could spend time with his son without commanding it.

He just wished he could get some sleep in the morning, and maybe, just maybe, a chance to relieve himself without his cub prancing all around and making him dodge this way and that so he wouldn't spray him.

~~~

Simba grinned as he woke up. There was no sun to wake him, and there none of the other lions of the pride were awake yet, so there was no noise to wake him up either. It was his sheer energy, the hyper energy of a cub that loved to play that woke him up. He giggled a little bit to himself as he rubbed his eyes with a forepaw, and slowly pushed himself up.

The rest of the pride were all laying down, together in twos and threes. His dad was all the way over on the other side of their stony den, lying next to his mom. Even though he'd just woken up, he couldn't help thinking that his dad and mom definitely loved each other a lot. They were cuddled together just like he tried to cuddle with Nala now and then, even if that never worked out all that well. Dad kept coming around and stopping him, or Nala's mom did. They never wanted them to have any fun.

Fun. He wanted some fun now, come to think of it, and his dad would be a perfect source for some fun. Sneaking around the masses of sleeping lions around him in the den, Simba made his way over to his daddy, shaking his hindquarters a little bit.

"Ready..." he whispered as he lined himself up, standing on a rock about five feet from his dad. "Aim..." He shook a little bit as he got ready to pounce. "Attack!" he hissed, leaping through the air.

He landed right on his dad's head, grabbing onto his dad's mane. He slipped just a little bit, but still managed to stay on his dad's head. He nipped at the groaning male's head, grabbing onto the ears and giving them a bit of a tug. "Come on, dad, wake up...wake up, dad!" he growled. He gave the ear another tug before his dad started to push up a little bit.

Simba's father, the king of the Pridelands, groaned under him. Leaping down to his dad's side, rubbing against his neck again, Simba danced from spot to spot in front of his head.

Unfortunately, his dad wasn't nearly ready to get up. He opened one eye, looked at him, and then slipped back down onto the rock.

Growling again, Simba leaped up at his dad's face, rubbing his head against the king's forehead, against his cheek, his muzzle, everywhere on his head he could reach. "Dad! Wake up!" he said, his voice just a little bit whiny as he kept pleading for his dad to wake up.

He didn't know if it was his begging or something else, but at least his dad's eyes opened again. This time, both of them were open. Simba bounced around his father as the great lion slowly pulled himself upright, though not on all fours. He was squatting down on his haunches, his thingie half out of his sheath like it seemed to do every morning.

"You really want me to get up, Simba?" Mufasa asked with a yawn, looking down at him.

"Yeah, dad!" Simba said, though a little quieter now. He didn't want to wake up his mom and get her angry with him. "I wanna play. Come on, let's go outside!"

Instead of getting to all fours and walking along with him, Mufasa just stayed where he was. "Simba, I'm tired. I need some sleep. Can't you let your dad sleep for a little while longer?"

"No! I'm bored, let's play!"

"Simba." That was the tone that always stopped Simba right in his tracks, and it didn't fail to do that this time, either. Looking up at his father, Simba listened as Mufasa continued. "Simba, right now, I'm really sleepy, and I really need to pee. Because I need to pee, I am not asleep yet."

"Then why don't you go outside and-"

"Simba. Listen to me." When Simba was still again, and looking up at him, Mufasa continued again. "I will get up and come outside with you. But I don't want to get up and pee. If you will drink my pee, then I will get up and come outside with you. Okay?"

That was a deal that Simba had never thought he'd hear. He went wide eyed at the thought of putting his lips by his daddy's thing, knowing what he would be drinking. That was just nasty, really nasty, and he didn't really want to do that. But his daddy had promised that he would come outside and play if he did that, and he was so bored that he didn't want to wait for his daddy to get ready in another way. Besides, his daddy just wanted to go back to sleep and was offering the deal because he didn't think Simba would agree.

Still, he didn't want to drink pee. He had accidently drunk his own sometime, and it hadn't tasted good at all. It was something he had promised to avoid for the rest of his life.

But if this was what it took to get his dad out of bed, he'd do it.

Nodding a few times, Simba inched closer to his dad's crotch. It was a little work to get that close, considering that his mom didn't really treat his dad to much attention down there, and it didn't smell very good, but the little cub managed it. Pressing his muzzle close, he took a sniff directly from the tip of his dad's thing.

It was even more rank this close than it had been further away. There was dried pee, and dried flecks of some other juice. Maybe it was from all the times his dad was jumping on top of his mom and the other lionesses? There was a lot of wet stuff flying around after that, and maybe that was what was stuck to his dad's thing now? It didn't matter, really, since he was just going to be drinking the pee.

Looking up again, Simba asked, "What do I do, dad?"

"Just open your mouth, Simba, and swallow when I pee," Mufasa answered. "I'll go slow at first, so you can get used to it."

Well, that was simple enough, he supposed. Leaning forward, he closed his eyes and opened his mouth. Even with his eyes closed, he knew that his dad's thingie was moving up and down. It bounced against his nose lightly, rubbing some of the rank, sharp scent under his nose. It stuck there, and each time he breathed in through his nose, he smelled all that stuff that was stuck to his daddy's thing. He almost gagged, but managed to stop himself just in time.

"Ready, Simba?" his dad whispered. Simba nodded, and waited for the first bit of pee.

It splashed into his mouth a second later, and he nearly spat it out as soon as it hit his tongue. He groaned at the taste. Salty, terrible; just bad! It was just a small burst, about the same amount of pee as three licks of a watering hole would give him water. It barely would fill up one cheek, but the taste was just terrible!

"Swallow it, boy, don't spit it out," his dad said, encouraging him. He didn't want to, and he looked up at Mufasa to say that. But his dad just shook his head. "If you don't want to drink it, that's alright, but I'm not going to get up."

Simba froze on the verge of spitting out the piss in his mouth. As bad as the taste was, as salty and hot as the pee was in his mouth, boredom was worse. He wasn't going to wait another hour for his dad to get up, not if there was something he could do about it. If it took swallowing his dad's pee, he'd do it. He'd find some way to do it, no matter what.

Screwing up his face at the bad taste running over his tongue, Simba managed to get that spurt down his throat. It felt sickly warm all the way down, and he could feel it settle in his stomach a few seconds later. The only thing that was good about it was that it was warm in the early morning, but that was slim comfort for the cub, knowing what he had just had to drink.

Shaking his head a few times, the cub looked up at his dad. "How...how much more do you have to go, dad?" he asked.

"Quite a bit more, Simba." He gestured with a forepaw towards his crotch. "Gonna keep drinking?"

"Well..." Simba paused, looking at his father's dripping thingie. It was looking just a little bit harder than it did earlier, sticking a little further out of his sheath. It also had a stain of pee on it, and he was hoping he wouldn't have to drink too much more. But he had to get his dad up. He didn't want to be bored. "Yes."

He padded closer to his dad's crotch, and opened his mouth again. Keeping his eyes open this time, he watched as his dad's thingie bounced up and down again. This time, he watched as the little squirt of pee came out and landed on his tongue. It tasted just as bad this time, but he swallowed it quickly, instead of letting it sit in his mouth.

No sooner had he swallowed than daddy started squirting out more. A little bit drizzled down his chin before he could open his mouth again, and he gagged as the stream hit the back of his throat. He almost threw up from the pressure back there, and the only thing that kept him from doing that was the fact that it was a squirt and not a stream. It slid down his throat, that same sick warmth rubbing against his throat as he swallowed frantically, desperate to keep the taste out of his mouth.

It was a futile battle, no matter how much he fought to keep swallowing. The taste kept running over his tongue, the acrid, bitter, salty taste of the pee making him gag again and again. Each squirt that Mufasa spurted into his mouth made him want to throw up. And it was making his belly hurt, too.

It wasn't much, but each squirt did add up, and his belly was starting to get a little swollen. Sticking out a good few paw fingers out from where it had been, it was dragging along the den floor, and was making him uncomfortable. He pulled back from his dad's crotch, closing his mouth and wiping his face with a forepaw. A great deal of pee came off on his paw, and he sighed before licking it off too.

Looking up at his dad, he asked, "Are...are you almost done?"

"A little more than halfway, son," Mufasa said. He looked down at him, and shook his head. "Are you okay? You can stop, if you want."

Simba shook his head a few times. "No way. I'm not giving up, dad. I want you to come play..." He groaned as his belly rumbled, and rubbed his forepaws over it. "First...first, need to go outside for a minute," he muttered.

The cub padded out of the den slowly, moaning at the way his distended belly felt. He didn't know how much pee he'd drunk, but it was enough to make his stomach hurt, and his pee-pee need to pee badly. And it was getting harder and harder to hold it all in. Despite the way his belly felt, he started moving a little faster to get outside quicker.

He veered off to the side as soon as he left the den, and sat down by the den entrance. Leaning against the side of Pride Rock, he slowly let his bladder loose.

His pee-pee swelled with the amount he had to let loose. Moaning at the sheer relief it gave him, Simba let himself just go. He felt some of his own pee come back at him, splashing off of the rock and leaking down over his paws, splashing over his leg as well, but he didn't care. He was feeling better, and that was all that mattered. He had more room in his stomach now.

Peeing for another few seconds, staining the side of Pride Rock a little darker in the early morning, Simba slowly managed to empty himself completely. "Man, that was a lot," he muttered as he watched his pee-pee slide back into his sheath.

Now, back to drinking the rest of his dad's pee, and they could start playing!

Bouncing inside, dribbling a little bit of pee along the way across the face of one of the other cubs, Simba made his way back to his dad. Mufasa was about to lay back down again, and he giggled a bit at the thought of having caught his dad before he could go back to sleep.

"Gotcha!" he whispered as he came close, butting his head against one of his dad's front legs. "Think that you can finish soon?"

"If you can drink as much as last time, I can," Mufasa answered him with a nod. Patting him on the back, Mufasa guided him back down to his crotch. "Whenever you're ready."

Simba was ready. Leaning forward, he didn't wait for his dad to start peeing in his mouth. He put his lips around the tip of his dad's thingie, and licked it. He thought that this was what mom did from time to time for his dad, and she always licked it. It was weird, since when she did it, his dad didn't pee much, and it was white, where for him, it was a lot, and it was yellow.

Weird, but that didn't really matter right now. Just a second after he had licked his dad's pee-pee, it started letting loose in his mouth again. He had to swallow hard, just to keep it from dribbling down his mouth, but at least this time it wasn't spraying him in the face like last time.

The taste was just as bad, bitter and acrid with a terrible strength of saltiness. But the part that bothered him most was how warm it was. Stuff that you drank just shouldn't be that warm, and it made his tummy hurt from the way it felt. He groaned, but continued to swallow, his throat bulging out from the sheer volume of pee going down his throat.

Gagging with every few swallows, Simba slowly managed to take his dad's pee into his stomach at a faster and faster rate. For a little while, he still couldn't take more than a squirt at a time, swallowing it while doing his best to keep it off of his tongue for as long as he could. As time went on, however, he was actually able to swallow when his dad was peeing in full stream. It was harder, but if he pushed down a little bit, he was able to put the tip of his dad's thingie close to the back of his mouth, and then it would just go down the back of his throat. That way, he almost couldn't taste it, and it went by much faster.

That didn't mean he couldn't taste it at all. The salty taste still ran into his mouth, filling up his cheeks the way a squirrel filled theirs with nuts. Swallowing as fast as he could, he still couldn't quite keep it from rubbing against his tongue, and the little spines on his father's cock kinda hurt his tongue a bit. Not much, but they stung.

Slowly, the flow of pee into his mouth seemed to slack off, and it tapered off to just a few final drops that his dad had him lick off. He didn't know what he thought about that, but at least the last bit just tasted like warm water instead of all the saltiness the rest of it had. Groaning from his swollen belly, Simba slowly pulled his head back and looked up at his dad.

Mufasa looked down at him with a small nod. "That's all of it, Simba. Still want to go play?" he asked.

"Yeah...but I need to go pee first," he whispered with a small groan of discomfort. After getting another nod from his dad - and maybe a small smile - Simba rushed outside to the spot he had peed at before. He let loose with another blast, the backsplash getting his leg and crotch fur wet, but he didn't mind.

After all, now it was play time.

~~~

At least, he had hoped that would be what happened. Instead, Zazu had come along only a few minutes later, and had dragged Mufasa away from Pride Rock on official business of the king. Simba watched his dad leave with a sad look on his face.

It didn't take long for the king to leave him behind, and go completely out of sight in the longer grass further out in the savannah. "I hate it when this happens," Simba muttered, sitting down on his haunches.

By this point, several other lions were getting out of the cave. His mom, Sarabi, and his friend Nala were coming out of the cave den. Other lionesses were coming around too, but they were the ones that caught his interest. He realized that he probably smelled like his dad's pee, and despite the fact that it was a deal that he and Mufasa made, he didn't want anyone else to realize what he'd done.

"Hey, mom, I'm going to head down to the water hole for a drink, okay?" he called out, nodding towards the one at the base of Pride Rock.

"Alright, Simba, just come back soon, okay?" Sarabi responded. "I don't want you wandering too far without anyone else with you."

Boy, was that the truth, Simba thought to himself. Shaking his head, he rushed down the side of Pride Rock. None of the other lions were heading down to the water hole this early, so he'd have the place to himself. He could spend as long as he needed to wash this taste out of his mouth.

Eventually reaching the water hole, the young cub shoved his entire face into the water. It was cool, since it was still morning, but more importantly to Simba, it was just water. It wasn't pee, it wasn't salty, it was just water, and he didn't have to keep that bitter, terrible taste in his mouth anymore. He swished his face from side to side in the water, washing the smell of pee from where it dribbled out of his mouth, making sure that the smell was good and gone.

His face dripped with the water when he finally pulled it out of the hole, shaking his head from side to side to dry himself off. He looked at his reflection in the water after it settled down, and smiled when he didn't notice any kind of stain to his fur, or anything that might spell out what he had done with his dad. He didn't really regret doing what he did, but...

Well, it was a little embarrassing to drink your dad's pee, wasn't it? And then licking his thingie clean? It just didn't really sound like something that he wanted the rest of the pride finding out he did. Particularly Uncle Scar.

Shivering at the thought of his uncle finding out what he had done, Simba turned away from the water hole, intending to head right back up to his mom.

Instead, he ran smack into Nala.

Nearly jumping out of his fur in surprise, Simba growled. "What was that for?!" he hissed at her. He wasn't really angry, but he didn't want her to know what he had just done. It was something that she would laugh at, he was sure.

"Just seeing what you're doing," she said. She sounded a little hurt, and a little surprised. "What's the matter, Simba?"

"Nothing...you just surprised me," he said. Shaking his head a few times, and dribbling off the last of the water on his face, the cub padded over to his friend and gave her a playful headbutt. "Sorry about that. I just didn't think someone else would follow me down here so early."

She said something, but he didn't really pay attention. He had just gotten a bit of an idea, something that would make it a little easier to keep waking his father up. He didn't really think that he could take that much pee into his stomach every morning, the way it made him so sore and a little sick afterwards. Maybe, if he could convince Nala to help him...

Something shoved him back, and he went spinning, rolling head over heels until he splashed into the water hole. He groaned and pulled himself up, rubbing his head as he looked over at a grinning Nala. "What was that for?" he asked.

"You weren't listening to me!" Nala giggled, bouncing over to him. She helped tug him out of the water, and dodged back before he could shake his fur out, and soak her too. "What were you thinking about?"

"Oh, just..." he thought quickly, trying to figure out the best way to put this. Ah, he had it! "I just thought of a little game we could play!" he came up with.

That was perfect, and Nala grinned as much he did. "A game?!" she said, eager as usual. "What kind of game?"

"Let's make it a game of waking my dad up in the morning, huh?" he said. He kept talking as Nala looked a little confused. "He's always hard to wake up, and get moving, right? Let's see who's better at getting him up, faster. I mean, I got him up after about thirty minutes today. Can you do it faster?"

"Well-"

"I bet you're just scared of bothering the king!" Simba said, knowing he had to talk fast to get her willing to do this. If she thought he thought she was just scared, that would do it.

Nala froze, and glared at him. "I'm not afraid of anything, Simba!" she said, grinning. "I'll wake him up even faster than that, tomorrow. Just bet on it!"

Oh, he was. Simba grinned as she walked away, knowing that his dad would probably do the same thing to her that he had done to him.

~~~

The next morning, Nala found herself slowly sneaking between the various sleeping bodies of the pride. They were all snoozing, like they did every morning. She would be doing the same, if Simba hadn't remembered to wake her up. She was surprised that he woke up this early every morning. Even she wasn't quite as hyper as the future king.

She had to stifle a little giggle about that, and shook her head. She didn't want to wake anyone up, except for the king. She didn't have Simba's status in the pride, and they'd be more than a little angry with her if she got them up early.

Breathing sounds, quiet enough to allow lions already asleep to remain so, were much louder when one was awake. The little cave den made it echo around her, and it was really weird sounding. She'd never heard it before, and she didn't think she wanted to hear it again for a while.

Padding around between two of the lionesses, Nala paused. She was within pouncing distance of the king, but she stopped. Looking over her shoulder, she could see Simba on the other side of the room, waiting to see if she could wake Mufasa up. She glared at him until he left, walking out to another cavern of the den, before turning back to the king.

Gathering herself to pounce, Nala shifted back and forth...and leaped.

Through sheer bad luck, Mufasa rolled over at precisely that moment, so instead of landing on his back to wake him up, she landed on his belly. She slid a bit, and landed on the ground, just as the King of the Pridelands let out an 'oof' from the impact.

Nala looked at the ground, keeping her eyes fixed on the stone. All of a sudden, this game didn't seem like a very good idea.

~~~

Mufasa groaned softly as he rolled back onto his stomach, shaking his head to clear a bit of sleep from his mind. "What was that?" he muttered before he saw Nala.

So that was the problem. He half glanced around the rest of the den, looking for Simba, fairly certain that his son had put her up to this. He didn't see him, but it wouldn't surprise him if he was right. Turning back to Nala, Mufasa reached down and made her look up at him. "What was that for, Nala?" he asked her in a quiet, and gentle, voice.

She looked away from him, or tried to. He had to force her to look at him again with his forepaw, and he had to listen very carefully to hear her whispered words. "Simba...well, we made a game. I told him I could get you awake faster than he could, and get ready to play faster. And I did!" she hissed, smiling. "I woke you up in just a minute, and now we can play!"

That was what his boy had told her? Shaking his head at the thought of his son doing that, Mufasa nevertheless could not keep a smile from blooming on his face. His son was definitely smart enough to get things done without working on it personally.

But he didn't want to get up yet, and he said so. "You didn't get me up, Nala. You woke me up. I just want to go back to sleep," he said with a shake of his head.

Before he could lay back down, Nala shook her head, and pushed her forepaws against his side. "Don't go back to sleep, please! I don't want to lose this game. What can I do to make you stay up, get up?" she asked. Mufasa would have just ignored her, but her eyes glinted with a bit of tears, at the thought of losing, probably.

Well, he didn't want to get up, but he could give her an excuse not to keep trying. It hadn't worked with Simba, but Nala was a bit younger, and she wasn't quite as...adventurous as Simba was. Maybe it would work with her.

"Nala, I'll get up, but you have to do something for me, first," he said. Laying on his side, Mufasa spread his hind legs a little bit. His sheath lay down against one of them, as did his balls. He knew that Nala had seen them before, the way she snuck around. "If you'll let me use you to pee in, I'll get up." He was sure that she wouldn't agree to that.

But, surprisingly, she didn't even hesitate. She nodded, and leaned down towards his sheath. His member was completely inside, though, since his morning wood wasn't so strong today. Not that he had expected it to be, considering how-

He blushed a bit, remembering just how much Simba's actions had aroused him later. He hadn't thought about it, until now, but it hadn't really been right to feel that good about pissing in his son's mouth. He was pretty sure about that, and he probably shouldn't have found a lioness to suck him off later to get rid of that, but he couldn't help it. It had been rather hot to him.

And now, Nala was going to do the same thing, just to get him out of bed to play with her. Just the thought of it felt a little bit wrong, but he was a king, and kings don't go back on their words.

"How do I do this, your majesty?" Nala asked him, pushing a paw at his sheath. He suppressed a little moan as he felt some guilty arousal, and worked to suppress it. "I have to drink your pee, right? How do I get your thingie out to drink it?"

You just keep pushing on me there, and it will come out pretty soon, he thought to himself. What he said was "Lick my sheath a little bit, and it will poke out for you. Just let me know when you're ready for me to pee, okay?" he asked her.

She nodded at him, and he watched as her head disappeared between his hind legs. Mufasa watched her as she pressed her lips to the sides of his sheath, licking at it. Each little lick could be felt through it, touching pressure to his cock. It was rising in an erection, despite the bit of guilt Mufasa felt at this, but it was rising slowly. He could take some time to rest still, and enjoy the pleasure.

He shouldn't be doing this, something told him. And he didn't think he would do this, for much longer. It wasn't really the best of things to do, to the cubs. But still, he had made the deal that if they would drink his piss, he would get up earlier. That was the thing. He could not, would not, go back on his word, and if they kept coming to him for this, he would keep up his part of the bargain.

He tried to keep his mind clear of the pleasure that the cub's tongue was giving him, but he might as well have tried to stop the sun from rising. She didn't have a clue what she was doing, but the touch of a tongue to his sheath in the morning was just intrinsically pleasurable. It didn't take long, maybe a minute, for the tip of his member to poke its way free of its sheath, and as soon as it had, he stopped Nala from licking further. If she did, he wouldn't be able to make her stop at all.

Gently pushing her head back from his sheath, the king of the pride lands prepared himself. He knew that she would likely put her mouth over his member to start with, as competitive as she was. He just hoped it didn't leave him with as much arousal as he had felt yesterday.

He would start slow. Maybe the taste would persuade her to give up. Still, he doubted it.

~~~

Nala looked down at the pink tip of her king's thingie. It was thinner than she had thought it was, and a little smaller. A part of her wondered if that was all that was inside his sheath, and if Simba looked the same. But that wasn't what she was focusing on.

What she was focusing on was how much pee would come out of it. She wanted to get this over with quickly, to win the game. It was already taking too long, and if she waited much longer, Simba would win.

She leaned down, and sniffed at his thingie. It smelled a bit like pee, and like some musky smells she smelled from her mom sometimes. But there was another smell on it, something...something very faint, but familiar to her too.

Sniffing a little harder at it, she realized what it was.

That was Simba's smell! It wasn't quite the same as his fur and other parts of him, but she could smell Simba on the king's thingie! Did he do this yesterday, too? Was that why he was down at the water hole so early? And was that why he had made up this game?!

Oh, she was going to get him for that later. But for now, she needed to win this game, and teach him who was best.

With a forced push of herself, she managed to push her lips over the tip of her king's thingie. It was thicker feeling than it looked, and she grunted a bit as she made herself comfortable. Shifting from side to side, Nala eventually managed to get herself into a comfortable sitting position. She ignored the little groans from her king, thinking that he just needed to pee really badly. There was a little bit of liquid on the tip of his thingie, but she just thought it was some bit of pee that was getting out early.

As she settled herself down on her haunches, she looked up at the king's face. It was a little screwed up with some feeling or another. He must have a really full bladder or something, Nala thought to herself. She hoped that she could hold it all. Nodding at him, she waited for the first bits to swallow.

It slipped into her mouth almost instantly, and she had to force herself to stay down over the thingie. The pee tasted terrible, worse than she could ever imagine anything tasting. She gagged around it, and pushed herself forward, pulling a bit of the king's sheath into her mouth as well as his thingie. That way, it sprayed into her throat directly, avoiding her tongue.

His sheath didn't taste good either, very hairy, and very salty, but it didn't taste bitter, and it didn't taste like she wanted to spit it out right away. It didn't taste like pee, in other words.

She could feel the warm pee working down her throat, and even though she couldn't taste it, she still wanted to gag, to spit it out. It was just too warm. It was unnatural, feeling that slide down her throat and into her stomach. The only good thing about this was that the king was being nice enough to just let her take it at her own pace, only squirting it into her mouth and throat. That let her swallow it before it could build up to the point of leaking out of her mouth.

Still, it was not a good taste, and she looked up at Mufasa. She hoped that he could read her eyes, as she pleaded with him to go faster, and empty himself quickly.

He must have read her eyes correctly. That, or he just got tired of holding back. Barely a second after looking up at him, she felt his thingie swell up a little bit. The flow of pee into her mouth increased heavily, pushing her to swallow faster, to suck down as much of the pee as possible. If anything made that more difficult, though, it was the taste.

The pace of the pee flow down her throat was something she could handle, even if it was making her belly hurt. But it was the taste that made this terrible, since it slipped out of her throat a little bit and landed on her tongue. Combined with the salty and musky taste of the sheath already on her tongue, it was almost unbearable.

She just hoped that the king didn't have that much left.

~~~

Mufasa groaned again, softer this time. It felt so good to relieve himself, but the way that the cub was doing it was so much better than using some patch of grass or something else to piss on. Pissing in the mouth of a cub was like combining a blowjob with some watersport kink, and it felt amazing.

The only reason he didn't have a full erection right now was because his guilt warred with his pleasure. He didn't want to feel this good from peeing in the cub's mouth, but he couldn't deny that physically it felt great. But there were some morals that a king had to keep to, as well as keeping their words. Sexually enjoying one's children and cubs was definitely off of the list.

Still, he panted softly as he looked down at Nala. The way her face was all screwed up at the bad taste, the way that she had her eyes closed from it after he had started pissing harder, was both cute and sad. He didn't know what to think about this, he really didn't.

But he didn't have to think. He was just about out of piss, and he finally sprayed the last bit of it into the female feline's mouth. He slowly pulled his member back from her mouth, and watched her gasp and shake as she finally was able to breath without it in her mouth. He could see that her belly was very, very swollen, and her pussy was slick with need to piss, herself.

He pulled himself up to all fours, and patted Nala on the head lightly. "You did good. Do you want to go and get Simba, so we can spend a day together?" he asked her. He was pretty sure that she had a score to settle with his son.

She nodded. "I'll be back soon," she said before padding off.

~~~

Simba giggled a little bit to himself as he watched Nala walk away from his dad, her belly almost reaching down to the floor. It was that swollen from drinking the king's pee, and he couldn't help wondering how long she'd be able to hold her own bladder.

As she walked closer and closer, he noticed just how ticked off she looked, and gulped in sudden nervousness. A competitive Nala was one thing. An angry one was something else entirely.

He started stuttering a little bit in explanation, but Nala shoved him out of the way before he could talk. She walked over to one corner of the lower part of the cave den, and squatted down. "I'm going to get you for this, Simba," she whispered. "Is that what he did with you yesterday?"

"Well..." Simba hesitated as he watched her pee. Her little pee-pee hole made quite a splatter, even more than he did yesterday. He really couldn't believe that she had taken all that much in one go, honestly. There had been so much yesterday, and he had needed to go through two different swallowing periods. Shaking his head a few times, he pulled himself back to the moment. "Yeah, he made me do that."

"And you knew he'd do the same thing to me, didn't you?"

Her pee flow was slowly getting a little less, so Simba started setting himself to start running. "Um...I thought he might..." he said a little bit guiltily. "I...well, I didn't want to be the only one that embarrassed."

Nala shook her head at him, and turned around. She went into a pouncing position, and before Simba could react, she leaped at him. As usual, she sent him rolling with the impact. This time, though, she was scratching and biting at him, some of those claw marks actually leaving scratches on his forelegs and face.

He tried to fight back, and landed a few scratches of his own, but not as much as she was landing on him. And he was soon unable to do even that much, as she shoved him down on the ground and pinned him, like she always did.

Growling, Nala leaned down and gave him a sharp nip on the neck. She pulled back a bit, but kept him pinned. "Why did you trick me like that?! I thought we were friends."

"We are!" Simba insisted. "I just...I didn't want to be the only one that felt that silly afterwards. And besides, you did it faster than me, so now we can both spend time with the king, more time, I mean," he said, quickly. "I just wanted us to both have some fun with my dad, you know?"

She continued to glare at him for a few seconds, before slowly leaning down and licking his face lightly, getting rid of a bit of blood from a scratch. "I can understand that, I guess," she said. Pulling off of him, she licked at his neck as well, and he licked lightly at a scratch on her foreleg.

"I'm sorry for tricking you," he said, as he licked at another little scratch on her side.

"And I'm sorry for beating you again," she said with a small giggle, licking at his side as well.

They continued licking one another for a while longer before finally stopping, and sitting up together. Nala's belly was finally back to normal, and Simba was giggling a little bit. "Didn't it hurt to drink that much of his pee at one time?" he asked.

"You have no idea," Nala said with a shiver. "But I wasn't going to lose to you, you know that!" she added with a giggle.

He did know that, and he headbutted her playfully. It was good to have a friend like her. Remembering that the king was waiting for them, he nodded his head towards the main den. "Let's get back to my dad before he decides to go back to sleep, huh?" he said.

"Yeah, I don't want to drink his pee again today," she said, screwing up her face in distaste.

~~~

They spent a lot of time walking around with Mufasa that day, looking at different parts of the pride lands that were close to the Rock. It was quite a bit of new stuff for the cubs, considering that most of the time they didn't get to go further than the watering hole that was close to Pride Rock, but Simba had another thought in his head besides all the new things.

During the time Nala had been sucking down the pee from his dad's thingie, Simba had felt a little weird. It was not really a good thing to play a trick like that on his friend, but it was fun to watch her do that at the same time. And he kinda wanted to make her do that again.

When they got back to Pride Rock, Simba managed to lead Nala away from the den, and from their mothers. He knew that Sarabi and Sarafina would be wanting to get them cleaned off, and start teaching them a little more about the pride and the Pride Lands, and after they got started, there was no way that they would be able to do anything else they wanted for the rest of the day. If he wanted to make a bet that would make Nala do the pee sucking again tomorrow, he had to do it now.

He led her up to the top of Pride Rock, where his father had taken him a couple of times to show off the entire size of the Pride Lands. It was just amazing up there, and he wanted to have a bit of a view while talking to Nala. It was just...well, he could talk to her anywhere, but talking to her up here made it feel a little more special to him.

He just enjoyed the view with her for a few minutes before turning to look her in the eyes. "I was wondering about something, Nala."

"What's that, Simba?"

"Um..." he paused for a moment. "What if we made another bet? Each morning, one of us has to wake up my dad, or he'll just sleep all day...and he'll probably offer the same deal each day...How about we keep making games to see who has to do that?"

She turned to look at him, and he shrank in a bit at the way she looked at him. He felt really weird, asking her about this, but he wanted to keep seeing her doing this. It made him feel really weird, but in a good way.

"Why?" she asked.

"Well..." Simba hesitated. "If we don't wake him up, we'll just be bored all the time, in the den. If we do wake him up, he'll want us to do something, and this way, its not the same person doing it over and over. We can keep making the bets so that we earn our way out of having to do it. Isn't that better?" he asked.

"I guess," she said. As long as it was a game, he had a chance to keep Nala in this. If it became something with more force, he would lose her completely. She looked down at the Pride Lands, and giggled a bit. "I wonder what it would look like, watching you do that. I didn't get to see you, when you had to drink the king's pee," she said.

That was something he hadn't thought about. He wondered if he might be able to put in the condition that she couldn't watch him, but that would mean he wouldn't be able to watch her. The whole point of this was so he would be able to watch her, so he couldn't put that condition in. He'd just have to hope she didn't watch too hard.

He blushed a bit at the thought of her watching him, but nodded. "So, we'll do that? Play games to decide who's going to wake dad up in the morning?"

"Yeah, sure!" she said. Simba smiled, and leaned in towards her. He started describing the game that they'd do, and how the rules would work. Oh, he was sure that he would win...

~~~

He'd lost. Somehow, some way, he had lost with hide and seek. He wasn't sure how, but Nala had managed to win the game, and the bet. And that meant, this morning, he was going to have to be the one to do the drinking this morning, much to his annoyance as he padded through the room of sleeping lionesses.

Looking back over his shoulder, he noticed that Nala was watching him with a wide grin on her face. She wasn't even bothering to hide behind some lioness or another, sitting on one of the rocky bumps in the cave. It let her see over the various members of the pride as he made his way over to his dad. She wasn't going to let him out of her sight.

This was going to be so embarrassing, he just knew it. It had been silly enough when he'd been doing it on his own, and how, he was going to be watched while he drank his dad's piss. This was going to just suck!

But he had to do it, he reminded himself with a shake of his head. This was the deal that he had made with his dad, and he was going to stick with it. The extra hour of playtime was more than worth doing this, even if it made him have to pee so much afterwards.

Shaking his head a few times, clearing his head of the various thoughts that were making him pause, Simba jumped over his dad's back and landed right between his mom and his dad. He could already see where he needed to go, since his dad's thingie was already sticking out of his sheath. It was a little redder this morning, but he didn't think that was bad.

"Might as well start," Simba muttered to himself as he leaned forward and wrapped his lips around the tip of his dad's thingie.

A few seconds of sucking later, Mufasa stirred in his sleep, and slowly opened his eyes. At first, he seemed a little confused, but then he looked down at his crotch, and saw Simba. Simba turned his head slightly to look up at his dad, and groaned softly.

At first, his dad's thingie didn't taste like pee. It tasted like...well, he didn't know. It was salty, and less watery than the pee had been. It didn't taste as bad, and Simba thought that it would be a lot easier to deal with than swallowing all the piss from the day before yesterday.

But then, Simba felt the familiar taste of piss flow over his tongue, and he sighed softly. So much for that, he thought to himself.

Edging himself forward, the little cub shifted from side to side, pushing his dad's thingie in and out of his mouth as he adjusted himself. He could hear Mufasa moaning softly as he moved around, sometimes pulling the tip of his dad's thingie in and out of his throat in his movements, but he tried to keep himself as quiet as possible. The moans made him think that he was doing something that was hurting his dad, so he started moving a little faster, trying to find a better spot faster.

All that did was make his dad moan more, and he felt a little more of the musky fluid that he'd felt earlier. It made the taste...well, it didn't make the piss taste good, but it made it taste a little more bearable, particularly when it was rushing over his tongue when he didn't swallow fast enough.

Maybe that would make things a little bit easier, the lion cub thought to himself. He lined up in a way that would make his swallowing a little more comfortable, and started bobbing his head lightly over his father's crotch, letting the tip of the larger lion's thingie slide over his tongue and into his throat a few times. Each time he did that, he got a little squirt of the musky, better tasting liquid along with the piss.

Rolling his eyes a bit as the piss started making his belly distend, Simba grunted and pulled himself back from his dad's thingie. He gasped for breath, as the bobbing up and down made him need to breathe a lot more than just swallowing the pee.

"Simba," his dad whispered. He looked up at his dad, rubbing his face a little to get a little squirt of that musky stuff off of his muzzle. "Simba, you, uh...you don't have to do that."

"But I want to, Dad!" he whispered back. "I mean...well, your pee tastes really bad, and that makes it taste a lot better. You ...you don't mind, right?" he asked.

His dad just stared at him for a few moments. Simba didn't know what his dad was thinking about, but he hoped that the larger lion wouldn't mind. This was really the only thing that was making it all that bearable to him, and he didn't want to have to stop.

As he waited for his dad to make a decision, he did two things. First, he looked down at his father's thingie with a little bit of a surprise. He had thought that it was getting a little bit bigger, and a little bit thicker, but looking at it, he could see that it was much bigger. Rather than the little red tip that stuck out when he'd done this before, his dad's thingie was all the way out of his sheath, the way it was when his parents were wrestling and playing. That was a little bit weird to him.

The second thing he looked at was Nala. She had shifted where she was watching from, and now was looking at him from a little rock only about ten feet away. If she really tried, she could probably pounce on him from where she was. It wouldn't have surprised him if she had, really. She was looking at him with a grin on her face, and she seemed to be enjoying watching him, as he had to do this.

He shook his head a bit, and turned back to his dad. He was pretty sure that his dad would have a decision by now.

Instead of looking at him, though, Mufasa was looking past him. Cocking his head to the side, Simba followed the gaze of the king, and saw that his dad was looking at Nala. Oh, this could be interesting, Simba thought to himself.

"Nala," Mufasa whispered. He waved a forepaw at her, gesturing for her to join the two of them. The smile on her face disappeared so fast that it almost looked like it had never been there. It was replaced by a look of fear, and Simba half thought she deserved it for the teasing smile she had been giving him for the last few minutes.

As she walked closer, Mufasa nodded for them to follow him, and stood up. He walked towards the entrance to Pride Rock that most of the pride used, which for them would be the exit back out to the spot where most of the lions rested during the daylight hours. Apparently, his father wanted them to have some privacy, and Simba followed him without question. He could hear Nala following right behind him. He wondered what they were going to do out here, and why they had to be outside for it.

It didn't take long to get outside. It was almost as dark outside as it was inside Pride Rock, though there was a little bit of pink on the horizon as the sun struggled to get up and out of bed from the horizon. Mufasa walked them just a little further, so that they wouldn't be in sight from the entry hole to the den.

When they finally stopped, Mufasa turned to the two of them. He was sitting on his haunches as he said, "The two of you keep surprising me, you know that? I was really just trying to make you leave me alone when I made you the offer of drinking my pee like that. You know that, right?"

Simba nodded, as did Nala. The two of them had pretty much guessed that, since they weren't idiots. Cubs, and hyper, but not idiots.

"I thought you had. Anyway, this is apparently too easy for you, so I'm going to have to change the deal if I want to get any sleep for the next couple of years." Mufasa pointed down to the hardened thingie between his legs with a forepaw. "Instead of peeing in your mouth, Simba, I'm going to be peeing into your tailhole. Since you probably made a deal with Nala that you alternate days or something, this is how it is going to work."

"Whoever starts with the drinking will finish with getting my penis in your tailhole, and will be peed in that way. The one that's not drinking will have to make sure that the one drinking is nice and ready for that. That means, Nala, that this time you'll have to lick Simba's tailhole to get it nice and slick and wet for me, so he doesn't get hurt. I don't need to put my penis in much, but it needs to be wet, or he will bleed, and be in a lot of pain. You don't want that for him, do you, Nala?" the king asked.

Simba turned his eyes to Nala, worried that she would refuse that. He didn't want what his dad had described, but she had the right to refuse, it seemed. If she was mad at him, he wouldn't be surprised if she just decided to end this right here.

To his relief, she slowly nodded. Simba started to sigh in relief, but Mufasa batted him with a forepaw before he could do any such thing. Knocked down onto his back, Simba watched as his dad pushed Nala forward. "Start licking his tailhole, Nala. And make sure you do a good job, if you don't want him bleeding," the king said gently.

Simba looked at his dad, feeling a little strange about this, but wanting his dad to stay awake enough that he was willing to go through with it.

He looked down at Nala as she leaned down. She gave him a little look, both embarrassed and blushing, before she leaned in a little closer, and put her tongue to his hole.

Simba almost jumped at the strange feeling. It was really different, to him, to feel something like that down there. It was usually nothing but his own tongue when he cleaned himself, and that didn't feel anything like that. Nala's tongue, just a little bit rough but only enough to make it feel...better...was warm and wet against his backside. Was this what his mom did to his dad sometimes? If it was, he could see why his dad would like it.

What he really didn't expect, though, was when he felt her tongue actually push into him a little bit. Simba did jump at that point, pushing her tongue right back out of his hole. "What was what?!" he yelped softly, shaking his head at the little buzz of good feeling when that had happened.

Nala jumped back for a second as well, shaking her head and sticking out her tongue. "Yech," she muttered, rubbing her forepaw against her tongue lightly.

Mufasa looked down with a small chuckle. "That's just something that happens sometimes, Simba," he said. "When someone licks you down there, you don't know what's going to happen, so it feels better than when you do it yourself," he explained.

Simba hesitated, but slowly scooted back down to Nala, who then leaned down and went back to licking. He could feel his tailhole slowly getting slicker and slicker, and some of his friend's saliva was leaking down to land on his tail. He was so wet down there that he half wondered if his tailhole looked like a female's pee area, when she was ready for his dad to wrestle with her.

He looked up at his dad again, and nodded at him. "I think...I think Nala licked me enough," he said. He stood up again, and backed up towards his dad. He offered his tailhole to Mufasa, and waited.

~~~

Mufasa couldn't believe he was letting this get so out of hand. First, he was letting the cubs drink his piss to get him out of bed, something he should never have started. Then, Simba started giving him what amounted to a blowjob, almost pushing him to his climax right then and there - he still didn't know how the boy had thought to do that - and he'd only barely stopped him in time.

Now, he was actually saying that he would put his dick into his boy's butt! Yes, it was just to use the hole as a toilet, but was he justified in that in the least? Part of his mind screamed that it wasn't right at all, while most of his mind shouted that it was just fine, so long as it didn't degenerate to actually cumming in his hole.

He listened to the larger part last time, and he was doing the same this time. He just hoped that he wasn't damning himself forever for these actions. The circle of life wasn't just about life and death, there was karma there as well, and he wondered if this would come back to haunt him.

But those thoughts were for later, after the act. Ignoring the urge that was getting to just mount his son and take him right there and then, Mufasa edged himself forward until he felt the head of his prick press against his son's hole. It was hot, small, tight, and very wet from Nala's licking. It wouldn't be enough to make it completely easy for the boy, but it would be enough to make it so he wouldn't rip. That much he was certain of.

He edged forward just a little bit more, pressing the tip of his member against Simba's hole. He felt the resistance behind it, and heard a little moan of fear from his boy...or was it pleasure? The latter was impossible, but he chose to believe it, just because it was easier.

With an idea to just do this quickly, and get it over with for his son, Mufasa shoved himself forward, piercing the virgin hole of his cub. Simba yowled loudly, but he managed to stifle it by putting a paw over his son's mouth. It wasn't like he had just taken the boy, after all. Only the first half inch of his cock was inside, maybe a little bit more. It was just enough to make sure that the boy wouldn't leak anything until after he was done pissing, now, he was sure.

After a few moments, he let go of his son's mouth, pulling his forepaw back. "Are you okay, Simba?" he asked. He really hoped that he hadn't hurt the boy with this. At another time, he would realize that it was so stupid to do this, with his much greater adult size, and his son's much smaller cub size, but he wasn't thinking straight, now.

Simba nodded, slowly, but he nodded. He was alright. At least, he was willing to say that he was alright, which was good enough for Mufasa by this point. Not only was he loving the feeling of his son's hole around his cock tip, he needed to pee. Stopping and holding it was not something that was comfortable, and he'd been holding it for the last ten minutes.

"Alright, then. Here comes my pee," he said, letting himself loose.

~~~

Simba groaned softly under his breath. The feeling of that...thing...in his rear was hard to deal with. It was hot, and hard, and it was stretching his tailhole further than he'd ever felt. Even the biggest dump he'd taken in his life never had made his hole feel like this.

It was getting a little better, though. When he'd first felt the tip of his dad's thingie push into his butt, he'd wanted to scream. He had, for a second, before his face was covered. No matter the fact that nothing tore, or ripped, or bled, it still hurt, feeling something that big inside of him. He whimpered a little bit behind his dad's forepaw, knowing that it wouldn't be heard, but had to let it out.

The longer that his dad was just still, letting him get used to the feeling in his tailhole, the more he was able to adjust. It wasn't so bad, now that a few minutes had passed. His dad had been still, just rubbing his face lightly, and he'd started to get used to the stretched feeling in his hole. It still stung, but that was just from having it wedged open, not from the size of the thing in him now. He sighed lightly in relief and was honest as he nodded that he was ready for the pee to come.

At least, he had thought he was ready. Almost immediately, a stronger flow than he'd ever felt in his mouth or throat started flooding his tailhole. It was so much, so hot, that he fell down on his chest, moaning. He couldn't let his backside fall down, because his dad was holding onto his hips, but he felt his belly swell more and more from all the liquid flowing in.

For a few seconds, he felt like his dad's thingie was being pushed out of his butt. The pressure inside demanded some way to get out, and it couldn't find it by pushing his dad's thingie out. He felt his dad just push a little harder, and that route was denied.

That just left one way out.

Despite himself, despite how humiliating it was and how much it made him blush, the pee that he drank before found a way out. It gave him more room for the pee that was coming in from his butt, but since the only way it could get out was through his own thingie, he started peeing in his face. He spluttered and groaned, trying to squirm away a bit, but couldn't move enough to get his face out of the way of the stream.

And he couldn't stop making a mess of himself. As long as Mufasa was peeing in his butt, he couldn't stop peeing on his face. And Nala was watching the whole time.

That's what embarrassed him more than anything else. As a cub, it wasn't that bad to pee on himself, since he was still young. But having another person see him do it was the hard part, and when Nala smiled at him, and giggled a bit as she watched, it was more embarrassing than ever.

His face burned with both his blush and the pee on his face. His fur dripped with the bright yellow liquid, and soaked the rock below him. And still, his dad was peeing into his tailhole, filling him up more and more, the pressure forcing more and more of his own pee out of his thingie. It was a pressure that just...it hurt, in some ways, and it felt good, like when Nala was licking his tailhole. It was really weird for him.

But the good feeling was drowned in the embarrassment of everything else. Peeing himself, and being peed into...The only thought that kept him going was all the play time that he would have with his dad after this. That was worth anything.

Slowly, Simba felt the flow into his tailhole slow down. It was a weaker flow, then a tiny little trickle, before finally becoming nothing. There was no more entering his hole, and with no new pressure inside of him, his thingie was able to stop peeing. He panted a little bit, sucking in breath after breath of relief, before looking over his shoulder at his dad.

Mufasa looked a little weird to him. His face was all screwed up like something really good had happened, kinda like when he got a real treat to eat. The king's face, and really, his face too, screwed up just like that when they had a taste of that. But he wasn't tasting anything now. He was just peeing, peeing right into his tailhole, so why would he be making that face. It confused Simba, a lot. But at least the peeing into his hole was done. He could ask questions about that later.

Edging forward slightly so that he wouldn't be on the tip of his dad's thingie anymore, Simba managed to pull away without anything in his tailhole dripping out. "Are you...are you really done, dad?" Simba managed to ask.

Mufasa blinked and shook his head a few times, looking like he was waking up again. "Yeah...yeah I'm done, Simba," he said. He waved a forepaw. "You and Nala go play. I'll be ready to play with you in a minute."

Simba would have protested, but he wanted to get rid of all the pee in his tailhole before they played. He might have had a lot forced out earlier, but he didn't want to run and jump and romp with all this in his backside. He nodded, and walked off with Nala.

~~~

Mufasa watched the cubs walk off with a shake of his head. As soon as they were out of sight, he turned around and butted his head against the side of Pride Rock. "What is wrong with me," he muttered to himself, groaning softly.

He couldn't believe he did that. He really couldn't. Wrestling with himself at that last moment, he had almost succumbed to the temptation to just take Simba, to fuck him, right there and then. It didn't matter to him at that moment that Simba was his son and that the boy was so small, so unready for such activities. It had only mattered that he had a hot hole, a tight hole, and he wanted to use it.

If Simba hadn't pulled off when he had, he would have succumbed to the temptation. He would have fucked his own son.

He had to get himself under control. If he didn't stop this, if he didn't just limit what he was doing, then he was going to hurt his cubs. He wouldn't allow that to happen. He just couldn't let that happen, no matter what it meant.

~~~

Nala followed Simba around the path that led down from Pride Rock, and she just couldn't keep herself from giggling a little bit at the way Simba was waddling. "You really look funny when you walk like that, you know," she said with another little titter.

"You'd walk like this too, if you were filled with pee in the butt," Simba said with a shake of his head. He managed to keep walking, but his hips were shaking from side to side, and his belly rolled a bit underneath him. "Did you really have to watch everything? That was so embarrassing!" he said. Some pee still dripped from his face, leaving a little trail behind them as they made this way down towards the Pride Lands.

"I couldn't help it," she said. "It just...it was weirdly...fun to watch," she admitted with a small blush of her own. She didn't know why, but it was fun to watch Simba do that. "But you really don't do a very good job of keeping your tailhole clean. That was nasty," she said.

He just glared at her, and she could tell that he didn't really have an answer to that. And she didn't really have anything more to say, so they made the rest of the trip down in silence.

The morning sun was just starting to peek over the horizon by the time they made it down to the water hole at the base of the rock. She watched Simba circle around it to a spot that most of the pride used to eliminate their wastes, so it wouldn't run off into the water. Driven by a bit of curiosity, she followed him over to the other side of the water hole.

Simba was busy enough with his business that he didn't notice her, or that's what it looked like to her. She watched as he squatted down, and seemed to pee from both holes at once.

Yellow liquid, with a few little brown stains, leaked out of his tailhole, and the same, minus the brown spots, shot out of his thingie. It sprayed forward and landed under him, and Nala couldn't help watching closely. It was just as strangely interesting as watching him be filled with his dad's thingie and peed in.

She leaned in a little closer, her face only a few inches from the spray coming from his tailhole. The male's hole was open wide, and it was weird to see him leaking pee from that hole, very weird. She could feel the heat from it being inside his hole, and almost leaned back from the terrible, salty, bitter smell that it had, but she managed to hold herself still. It held some terrible fascination for her, and she almost wondered what it felt like to be filled like that.

Then she dismissed that thought as crazy. It wouldn't be good, that much was for sure. Simba's near yell had been proof of that. But still, she couldn't help some small corner of her mind from wondering what it felt like.

Suddenly, she heard Simba growling lightly. Pulling her head back, she saw that Simba was glaring at her from over his shoulder. "Stop watching me!" he hissed.

"No way!" she said. She batted at his tail with a forepaw, and glared back at him. "Make me stop, if you don't want me looking!" She knew that he couldn't, and was right. He kept growling, but turned his head around again, hunching his shoulders in annoyance as he continued to relieve himself on the ground and ahead of him, sprinkling everything with pee.

She watched him the entire time that he peed, just watching it. She didn't know why, really, but she couldn't stop, just like she couldn't stop watching when he was being peed into. It was just entrancing in a way to her.

It took a full five minutes, but eventually Simba managed to empty himself completely. He walked over to the water hole, and shoved his head into the water. Nala watched as he swished out his fur, and finally pulled back out for a breath of air. Shaking his head a few times, her friend seemed a little more satisfied with himself.

She giggled a bit, and butted heads with him lightly. "Well, that will get rid of the smell. Look, here comes your dad again!" she said, pointing with a forepaw up the path of Pride Rock. It was Mufasa again, coming down towards them with a smile on his face.

The two of them leaped off after him, with Nala planning another game, one that she would win, so that she would be the one to watch again, tomorrow.

~~~

Wrestling. The game she always won, always beat Simba at, had actually failed her. She had lost, and this time, he'd watch while she had Mufasa's thingie in her butt, peeing in her.

This time, the king was already awake when she walked over to him. Surprisingly, he was gesturing for them to follow him outside again. She did, with Simba following behind her, the way she had done the day before. They went back to the same spot that they had used the day before, and again, the king said that there was something he had to say before they started.

Mufasa looked at her, and then at Simba, before saying, "This is the last day that we're going to do this. I'm not going to tell you why, but I'm going to say that there's not going to be any more of this deal after today. You two have made your point. I'll get up earlier, so we can play more.

"But we're not going to do any more of the pee drinking stuff after today, and no more of me peeing into your tailholes after today."

Nala blinked. Did that mean she was getting out of what she had to do today? She wouldn't have to drink the king's pee, or have it in her tailhole?

"However, we are still going to do this today, but not quite the same as yesterday," Mufasa said with a small smile. He gestured for the two of them to approach him, which they did. They sat down in front of his forepaws, looking up at him.

"Today, you will both have my pee in your tailholes. So, both of you need to get the other person licked and loose for my penis to go into your tailhole," he said. Nala flinched slightly, but recovered quickly. "So, while I get ready, why don't you start licking each other? That way, at least, it won't be quite as uncomfortable," the king suggested.

Nala nodded at the king. She would have protested, if it were another male like Scar, but this was the king. If he wanted it, she wouldn't be able to refuse. She looked at Simba, and he looked back at her. They both gulped in nervousness, and stepped back a bit.

She was a little confused on how they should do this, and so was Simba, from the way that he was fidgeting this way and that. It took her a minute to figure out how to do this, but when she did, she gave him a little shove, knocking him onto his back. She wiggled herself over him, so that she was almost laying on top of him, and looking at his tailhole. She was sure that her own little pee hole and her butt were in Simba's face, and she slowly lowered her hips down.

"Lick at my tailhole while I lick at yours, okay, Simba?" she said. She heard her friend grunt softly in answer, and she slowly lowered herself down to the musky, bitter smelling hole that waited for her.

Pressing her tongue against the pink star, she started licking quickly. She didn't know how much cleaner it might be from yesterday, but it was a little less bitter. Her tongue lathered over it, cleaning it like she might do for her own hole.

Simba seemed to have taken her words to heart yesterday, because there wasn't as much taste of poop down there this time. She was glad for that, at least.

She was just getting into the cleaning when she felt Simba's tongue press against her hole. It almost made her jump off of her friend, and she would have, had Mufasa not pressed his paw against her back to calm her down.

She looked over her shoulder, and saw that the king was smiling lightly at her. "Don't worry, Nala," he said. "Simba's just licking you clean, getting you ready, just like you're doing to him."

Nodding slightly, she turned back to her task. It was harder now, though, because she was very distracted by the way her friend's tongue felt against her tailhole. It was really weird, very soft, and very warm. It felt...good, good in a way that she just didn't understand.

Purring at the feeling of that touch, she attacked Simba's tailhole with her tongue, licking at it in quick and simple strokes, pulling away any dirtiness and leaving only her slick spit behind. It was a little more bitter, bad tasting this way, but it worked at getting the job done more quickly. That was good enough for her.

By the time that she was done licking Simba's tailhole, and he was done licking her's, she felt very strange. Her hole was puckering lightly from the strange sensations it was going through, and she could see that Simba's was doing the same. She couldn't understand why, but it was a good feeling, so why should she question it all that much?

They trotted over to Mufasa, and turned around. Nala looked at Simba, feeling nervous about this. She didn't know just what it was like to feel this, but she knew that it would hurt at first, from the way that Simba had yelped yesterday. She looked at her friend, hoping to see a little bit of reassurance from him. She didn't get any, as Simba looked about as nervous as she did, if not more.

Shivering a little bit, Nala looked back at the king, and then down at his crotch. His sheath was open at the tip, and his thingie was poking out for them to see. The tip was a little bit brighter red than before, and it was a little harder than she was used to seeing, but it didn't look that bad.

"Let's see," Mufasa muttered, scooting a little closer. She felt him rub his thingie against her butt, and she shivered lightly. "You, or Simba first?" He seemed to hesitate, looking back and forth between them. She was hoping that he would pick Simba first, and maybe drain himself in her friend before remembering that she was there. She hoped for that, pleaded for it.

But it wasn't to be. The king returned to her, and rubbed himself against her tailhole again. "I'll start with you, Nala. Just back up a little bit against my penis, okay? Slowly, gently, so you don't hurt yourself," he said.

She nodded, and slowly started backing up. She felt the heat from her king's thingie pressing against her butt hole, and she felt her hole resisting it. It stung, the pressure against it, but he was her king, and he was telling her to do this, so she would do it. She shivered softly at the thought of it going into her and filling her tailhole with pee, but she couldn't stop. This was an order.

It pressed harder and harder against her tailhole, and she wondered if it would ever be able to break into her, to push into her insides. There was a feeling of relief in her, that it wouldn't be her fault and she wouldn't have to do this.

But then it broke past the hole, and slipped in. The sudden feeling of pressure, of being held open, made her bite her lips in pain. She wanted to shout, to scream, to do something to make this stop, but just like Simba the day before, Mufasa put a paw over her mouth to muffle her shouts. She shivered under his touch, and stayed as still as possible. Surely this was enough.

It wasn't. The king shuffled a little further forward, and she felt more of his thingie push its way into her butt. There had to be an inch or two inside now, more than he'd pushed into Simba. She felt little spines on it, little bumps that pulled at her insides, and she whimpered against the paw held against her face.

Nala could feel Simba looking at her, and she turned her head just a little bit to see him. He stared at her with the same awed sort of smile that she had been wearing yesterday, and she blushed. It really was embarrassing to be watched like this, but she knew that he couldn't look away, no more than she had been able to the day before.

And then the pee started to flow into her.

It was just as warm as she had remembered from when she had been drinking it, and it was both sickening and oddly strange feeling at the same time. Groaning a bit as Mufasa slowly removed his paw from her mouth, she forced herself to stillness as she felt the pee start filling up her tailhole. She could feel her insides stretching from the liquid being poured in, bulging out from the volume of the pee, and she slipped, her head pressed against the rock she stood on. She moaned lightly, not from pleasure, but from the discomfort that the pressure brought to her. It was hot inside her, and feeling the weight of her king behind her, pushing into her tailhole and filling it with his pee, was hard to stand.

She could even smell the pee. It was hot and salty and acrid, and it was filling her tailhole so fast that she honestly didn't think she could take more without bursting. She tried to look back at the king to ask him to stop, to do this to Simba for a while, but he wasn't looking at her. He was just panting softly as he relieved himself inside of her.

After a moment, though, her capacity for taking in liquid ended. With a little splash, pee started flowing back out of her tailhole. It splashed against the king's sheath and against his little bouncy balls beneath, and Nala blushed, since it almost felt like she was pooping out his pee.

The king paused then, and slowly pulled out of her. She sighed in relief, and stepped forward a bit. A few more little streams of pee slipped out of her hole, running down her hind legs and then landing on the ground. She looked at the king in hopes that she was done, and opened her mouth to ask him if she was.

"You're not quite done yet, Nala," Mufasa said with a shake of his head, answering her unspoken question. "But why don't you empty yourself while I start filling up Simba?" he suggested.

Nala blushed a bit, but nodded. She would do as her king said. Slowly squatting down in front of Simba, she started relaxing, letting out her load.

She'd thought that it would feel a bit like taking a dump, but instead, it felt more like a combination of peeing out of her normal pee hole, and wetting herself. There was no way that she could just push it out and stay dry, now. The pee splattered against her hind legs as she pushed it out, still sickly warm as it matted her fur down against her skin.

Still, it felt very good to get all that out of her, and she sighed in relief at the feeling of all the king's pee running out of her hole.

As she relieved herself, she watched as Simba started backing up against the king's thingie. He didn't flinch as much as she had, but that must have been because he got it in the butt yesterday, when they were getting the king up. He must be a little more used to it by now.

Still, it was obvious to Nala that he wasn't enjoying it very much. His entire body was tensed up from the feelings that he was getting, shaking and shivering. His face was all screwed up, tightened to try and ignore the feeling of being peed into. Nala could understand that, since she was pretty sure that she had been doing the exact same thing when it was her turn.

She watched him just like he had been watching her, intently, curiously. She could almost see Simba's belly expanding outwards a little bit from the way that he was being filled. She was sure she could.

And Mufasa...she realized that Mufasa was enjoying this, in a way that wasn't just about getting relief from a full bladder. He enjoyed doing this to the two of them this way. She didn't know why, and she didn't really understand it, but now she was more confused than ever why the king would be stopping after this.

She turned her eyes back to Simba. Now, he definitely had a bigger belly, one that was swollen out and almost pressing against the ground. He lay with his chest pressed against the rock, like she had done after being filled a lot, and he definitely looked uncomfortable.

Slowly, Simba began to pull himself forward, shivering and shaking. He had taken it even longer than she had, so he must have been very full indeed. Nala watched him waddle forward, and squat next to her. She turned her eyes back to Mufasa, and looked down at his crotch. His sheath and his thingie were both quite wet now, and his thingie looked a lot longer, and stiffer, than it had been earlier. There was more of it outside of his sheath now, too, and she didn't know what that meant.

"Nala?" She looked up at him as he said her name. "Your turn again. Come here."

She nodded, and hurried over to the king. She could hear that Simba was already emptying himself once more, and she watched him after she turned around. Now, all that was left to do was wait for the king to put himself inside her again.

~~~

Mufasa was putting all of his self control into two things. The first was easy enough, considering he had to do it on a daily basis with a lot of things that put his bravery to the test. All the first thing involved was to keep from trembling, and he was succeeding at that quite well.

The second thing was a good deal harder, and it was something that he didn't have to do nearly as often. As a result, it was much harder for him to keep doing.

He had to keep himself from fucking the two cubs in front of him. He'd already pushed his member into Nala much further than he'd needed to, double what he needed to. He'd done it just because it felt so good, and he was sure that it had hurt her a little bit. With Simba, he'd pushed his son to take more and more piss, just because that warm slickness inside the tailhole felt so sexy around his prick.

Mufasa would have slapped himself if the cubs weren't watching. He had to make this last part quick, or he was going to lose control of himself completely.

As Nala exposed her tailhole to him, he pulled her close, and quickly pushed the tip of his member into her. He could tell that it didn't feel good to her, from the way she flinched and shivered from the feeling, but she didn't try to yelp out this time, so it obviously wasn't quite as bad as the first time. At least he hadn't done much, if any damage to her rear passage.

Slowly, and then with increasing speed, he pissed into her ass. His bladder was almost empty now, but he was determined to fill her up one last time before he reached empty.

The feeling of his piss pushing her anal walls outwards, spreading them and making them looser, made him moan. It was still more than tight enough for taking her, but the extra wetness inside, the piss flowing around inside her butt, acted as lube, if he chose to use it.

He forced himself to keep still, to just piss, but he was so aroused that he could feel his pre flowing along with the piss. He knew that she would be filled with both, and he was thankful that he was just doing this to her tailhole, and not her pussy. She was too young for cubs, he was sure, but he didn't want to risk it if she wasn't.

Panting softly as he started to reach empty, Mufasa dug his claws into the stone he sat on. He flexed the claws, holding himself tight to it so that he wouldn't start thrusting. Oh, but it felt so good around his dick, in this hot hole...

Shaking his head and forcing thoughts of sex and mating from his head, Mufasa slowly pushed himself back from Nala. There were a few drops left in his bladder, but he wouldn't do this any more. He wouldn't let himself be tempted any more. Nala waddled a little bit away from him before looking back. He nodded at her, waving his forepaw for her and Simba to go ahead and play, telling them again that he would be with them in a few minutes.

As soon as they were gone, he looked down at his prick. It was throbbing, begging for more stimulation to push it over into a climax. "You are nothing but trouble," he said to his dick with a shake of his head, but leaned back against Pride Rock to rub out a climax, anyway.

It didn't take him long, and, smelling musky from his climax, he walked down to the cubs, smiling in anticipation of the games they'd play with one another, and putting the thoughts of his arousal and his urges away.

At least, for now.