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" Did I miss something!?" the meerkat yelled, jumping up and down in his excitable way.

"Relax, Timon," Simba purred, tail still twitching in excitement. There, standing in front of him was Nala. The Nala. His Nala. Like him, she had grown up, and was a beautiful, tawny color, her piercing eyes too perceptive as she stared at him like she'd seen a ghost.

"Wait till everyone finds out you've been here all this time! And your mother...what will _she_think?" The lioness didn't suspect, did she? Could she?

"She doesn't have to know," Simba replied, ears flattening. "Nobody has to know."

"Of course they do. Everyone thinks you're dead!"

"They do?" Simba replied softly.

"Yeah... Scar told us about the stampede."

Looking to the side, the red-maned lion shivered slightly. "He did? What else did he tell you?"

Smiling brightly, Nala said, "What else matters? You're alive!" She didn't know. Scar had kept Simba's secret - that he'd caused the death of his own father. Relief washed over him. Nala continued, "And that means... you're the King."

Timon's interruption was timely enough and helped Simba distract Nala from uncomfortable questions. He was lost in thought, even as he followed her down the picturesque slope next to a waterfall. So many things to tell her, but the truth about my past? Impossible. She'd never accept him if she knew he'd all but killed his father.

He could tell she was wondering why he'd never tried to return to the Pridelands. Before she could ask, he grabbed a vine and leapt into the pool at the bottom of the falls, grabbing Nala and pulling her in with him.

She seemed content to enjoy the jungle for now, laughing and running through the grass as startled egrets flew out and away. But it was what happened next that settled into Simba's heart. Together, they rolled down a hill, landing softly together in the long, green grass. He was about to make a joke about how he'd finally won a wrestling match with her, when she closed her eyes and lifted her muzzle to lick his face.

Startled, he stared down at her open, inviting smile. All thoughts of his close childhood friendship vanished - she was a beautiful, mature, sexy lioness, once promised to him. But that was in the past. She wasn't a jungle cat, and she'd want to return to the savannah. That was the one place he couldn't go.

They met and nuzzled each other, his heart leaping. But even the perfect night couldn't last forever. On the top of a fallen log, Nala finally asked the question Simba had been dreading. "You've been alive all this time. Why didn't you come back to Pride Rock?"

"Well, I just needed to get out on my own," he lied, propping his front feet onto some nearby vines. Maybe he could distract her again, he thought, using the plants as a hammock. He flicked his tail toward Nala. "Live my own life. And I did and it's great," he grinned.

Nala paused, looking down. "We've really needed you at home."

"No one needs me," he replied, tail drooping.

"Yes, we do. You're the King," she said firmly, her eyes narrowed.

"Nala, we've been through this. I'm not the King. Scar is," he said with an air of finality.

Nala shook her head, hopping up onto the vines to get closer to her childhood friend. "Simba, he let the hyenas take over the Pridelands."

"What?"

"Everything's destroyed. There's no food, no water. Simba, if you don't do something soon, everyone will starve," she said, her voice raising in pitch as she challenged him.

"I can't go bac -"

"Why?"

"You wouldn't understand," he growled, hopping out of the hammock.

Nala pursued him. "What wouldn't I understand!?"

"No, no, no. It doesn't matter. Hakuna matata." When she pursed her lips and asked, he repeated, "Hakuna matata. It's something I learned out here. Look, sometimes bad things happen, and there's nothing you can _do_about it. So. Why. Worry?"

"Because it's your responsibility!" she yowled, chasing after him.

"Well what about you? _You_left," he snarled, turning on her.

Nala curled her lip in disgust. "I left to find help. And I found you. Don't you understand? You're our only hope. You're my only hope," she added softly.

Simba noticed the change in pronoun usage. "What do you mean?"

"Simba. Scar, he's - he's choosing his queen. If I hadn't run when I did, he -"

Simba felt a pit in his stomach. As uncomfortable and irritated as Nala was making him right now, he truly loved her. He wished he could be the King she thought he was. But he couldn't! "Then stay here. With me," he pleaded.

Nala paused. Was she angry at him, or afraid of Scar? She said, "I want to be with you Simba. But I can't leave my mother and...your mother behind. In that lion's clutches. Please, come and fight him to take your rightful place, Simba. Reclaim the Pridelands - and reclaim me..." With that, she turned away from him, her tail tuft dancing upward as she lifted it, all but shoving her rump in the young lion's face.

Simba gasped. He'd seen Nala's vulva before as kids, but now it stirred something deep inside him, especially considering how puffy and wet she looked. He couldn't have put the words to it, but his old friend was in heat, and begging for him. Was she only offering to convince him to return home and face his past? He wouldn't do that. But maybe he could unite with her once to live what could have been. Simba had spent his entire adolescence celibate, and now he found himself panting.

"Nala, I -"

*Clap, clap, clap, clap*

Both lions turned to look at the slow, almost mocking applause, to see Scar himself, emerged from the jungle, flicking his tail as he put his paws together. How long had he been watching them? "Oh, very touching. A frantic flight for help, and our feline heroine finds her destined fiancee to free her from all her fears. But that's not how this story ends, is it, Simba?"

"Scar," Nala said, tucking her tail and backing up until she collided with Simba, jaw-dropped in shock at seeing his uncle once again.

The dark-maned lion nodded enthusiastically. "I couldn't allow my queen to just run away. What was there to complain about, my dear? While the others starved, you ate first. The hyenas never touched you. I even spared that little hornbill at your request."

As the dramatic lion proudly padded forward, Nala bared her fangs and her claws. Still, the young female retreated, snapping, "No one should starve, or be abused by hyenas. And I'm your daughter. You're mad!"

Simba widened his eyes at that. Scar was Nala's father? It made sense, of course, but he'd always been told she was the product of a roaming lion.

"Oh please," he replied. "Put those claws away. You wouldn't dare attack me - I'm the King. And if you return now, I might even let Zazu live."

"Simba!" Nala growled.

The young lion was easily a match for Scar, despite growing up on bugs and berries. What better opportunity to save the day and take his rightful place as King! Simba said, "Leave her alone, Scar."

Scar turned his attention to his young nephew. "The ghost speaks. Ready to follow your _father_and take the responsibility of King? What would he say, looking down at you? What would Nala say, if she knew?"

Simba stepped back, ears flat. "Scar,don't."

Nala looked from Scar to Simba, and then back to Scar. "If I knew what?"

"This isn't Simba. Not the one you once knew. There is only one King standing in this clearing, and he is me. But I'm disappointed in you, Nala. Raising your tail for a rogue male, when I waited all this time for you. I was going to wait until after your coronation ceremony, but I admit - hubris stirs in me, and I feel I ought to show this young male how it is done."

Nala trembled. "Simba, please! You can stop him! You can -"

But one warning glance from the scarred eye of his uncle reduced the powerful lion to a squirming mess. "No, Nala. I'm no King. He is."

The hurt and fear on her face, and the scent of betrayal overwhelmed the lioness. "No!"

Scar said, "I think a demonstration of that fact is in order. You'll stay for the whole lesson, Simba, or I'll need to fully explain to Nala just how unfit you are to follow in your father's footsteps."

Simba shook his head. "I don't need a lesson. I'm happy here, Scar. The Pridelands are yours."

But Scar shook his head. "I'm not teaching you. I'm teaching her. Now raise that pretty tail again, Nala, and we'll see which one of us is King enough to claim you."

Nala trembled, shrinking backwards. She'd grown up under Scar's leadership, and she knew how violent and arbitrary the evil King could be. He kept his lionesses weak and himself well fed, so no one could challenge him. Perhaps it was that fear of her father growing up that kept her from realizing that she was the next strongest lion in a position to challenge the wiry old lion, after Simba. She didn't fight back, whimpering to Simba, "You're the King - I know you are!"

Scar growled. He reprimanded her with a loud tsk, and charged the lithe lioness. Grabbing her by the nape of her neck, he lifted her two feet in the air before slamming her into the ground on her belly, planting a paw firmly between her shoulder blades. "I said lift that tail."

She didn't, wailing, "You can stop him, Simba!"

Reprimanding the uncooperative female, Scar climbed on top of her, sweeping her tail aside with his tail to show off her receptive, raised rump. "How about it, Simba? My little girl's all grown up, and she was destined to be queen. Do you deserve to take Mufasa's place?"

The taunts stung, but Simba knew Scar would tell Nala how Simba had killed Mufasa if he dared contest Scar's rule. He wanted to turn tail and run, but Scar had told him not to. The timid nephew looked away, but said, "N-no."

"Simba!" Nala squealed, to no avail.

Scar licked the back of Nala's neck. "I've been waiting so long for this, Nala. I can't believe you thought there was someone better for you. Look at him, he just sits there stuttering. He can't give you what you need. I'm the King, and you'll be my queen."

Nala gasped, feeling her father's rough belly fur nestled against the lush, tan fur of her back. His oily mane blanketed her like a savannah heat wave, and he reached down to grab the loose skin on the back of her neck. "Simba, I don't care what happened years ago. What matters is what you do now!"

Simba took a deep breath, clenched his muscles, and then gave up, turning away as Scar chuckled through her fur. The villain didn't wait, only giving his daughter a second to feel his small, triangular cock before he stuffed it in her, taking his daughter's virginity right in front of her former betrothed.

Nala tossed her head back and roared, digging all four sets of claws into the ground. This was what she'd been trying to escape, but now she knew the truth. No one was going to save her. Simba didn't care about her, or her mother, or_his_ mother, and he certainly didn't care about his father's legacy. He was just going to sit there and watch as Scar raped her in front of him. How many times had she watched the dark-furred lion with the other lionesses, watching them scream and mewl in pain. Now, she knew why - Scar's cock burrowed into her swollen, sensitive pussy and seemed to swell inside of her, sharp points digging into every pore. She quivered, having been just about to offer herself to Simba - would he have felt the same way?

It didn't matter, because the overgrown child was watching impotently from behind as his uncle yanked back on Nala's neck even as he humped his wiry hips, sharp thrusts that caused her eyes to go wide as she squealed in pain. Simba glanced sideways at the mating pair, knowing deep down that this was all his fault. If he hadn't killed Mufasa, if he were a different person, if he had any guts or pride at all, he wouldn't be watching the love of his life being bred by her father.

Scar took his time to gloat, releasing her neck to say, "You see, Nala? He's too weak and stupid to deserve you. I am your King, and you will be my queen as we usher in a new era in the Pridelands!"

Nala screeched, her hips rocking up and down instinctively as he bore down on her. Despite her loathing, her heat-primed loins were starting to burn in all the right ways, his raking barbs triggering something deep and primal within her. She'd always wondered what had possessed her mother to mate with Scar, and now she knew - heat was a powerful thing, and now the cock that once wedged into Sarafina was trembling inside her.

"Simba, you're not watching closely enough!" Scar growled, lifting his tail invitingly. The young lion gulped, knowing what Scar might say to Nala if he didn't obey. He'd been rebellious as a kid, but he really was a new lion now. But what use was there in worrying about it now? Grimacing, Simba crawled down behind Scar, forcing himself to watch up close as the old lion's tan balls quivered up near his tail, Scar hammering in and out of Nala's delicious hole. It could have been him, he knew, if Scar hadn't followed Nala to the jungle. His only hope with Nala had been when he was the only male around. He couldn't hope to compete with the confident and clever Scar.

"Watch, as I fill her with the next generation, the cubs destined to take my place. I will raise them to see my glorious vision!" he roared.

Nala yowled as Scar yanked backwards, pulling fully out of her with an audible tearing sound. His barbs raked her as he deposited the first, sticky load into her fertile womb. Pain and shock ripped through her body, but there was pleasure as well - a wave of hormones flooding her mind as Scar sealed the deal. Sure, he'd fathered other cubs dozens of times, but as his queen, her cubs would be first in line to succeed him.

She wanted to shred him, but she was too tired, trembling on the ground as he pulled away from her. She quivered there, tail still curled away temptingly, the first, gooey evidence of her new place in life visible to both males. "Good girl," Scar purred. "Isn't she, Simba?"

Gulping, the young male said, "Yes, Uncle," his eyes locked on Nala's freshly bred tail.

Scar nudged Simba with his elbow, enjoying his complete victory over the boy. Now he was glad_the cub had escaped, though he would have words with Shenzi when he returned. "You're not entirely wrong, my daughter. Micromanagement is not my strength," he admitted. "But with you at my side, taking care of the _details, the Pridelands will return to its former glory! I want you working closely with the Hyena Council. I'm putting you directly under Shenzi."

Nala glanced over her shoulder at her father. "Y-you wouldn't!"

Scar said, "You wanted to affect change, my queen. You know what you have to do."

Nala yowled. She knew exactly what it meant to work under Shenzi - she'd watched Sarabi take that "position" over the last two years. There were definitely decisions to be made, and Sarabi had managed to block a few very terrible ideas. Perhaps as queen, Nala would have more influence. Scar rarely sided with Sarabi.

But Nala also knew what council meetings entailed, and there was only so much time for deliberations. Shenzi and the two males dominated Sarabi, and now they would do the same to her, with her father's blessing. She was still just a cub when Scar had forced Nala to observe one of these council meetings. Simba's mother was splayed out on her back with Ed crouched over her face, pumping in and out of her mouth. Shenzi was between the lioness's outstretched hind legs, stuffing Sarabi with her engorged prick.

Banzai sat next to Nala herself, explaining with a giggling cackle that normally he'd be joining in, but he wanted to check out the goods. Nala hadn't understood what he meant until his paw inched down her back, making her shudder. If Scar hadn't stopped him... She'd hoped her role as queen would spare her the daily rapes the other lionesses endured at the paws of hundreds of hyenas, but she should have realized what was really in store for her.

"Now lift that pretty little rump for me again," Scar rumbled.

"Again!?" Nala gasped. She'd been lost in thought, yes, but it couldn't have been more than a minute.

"It's our pre-honeymoon, Nala. You can't expect me to leave my blushing bride unfilled!"

Nala winced, but did as she was told, glaring back at Simba. The golden lion just watched, ears flat, as his Uncle climbed atop his former fiancee once again. This time, Nala had time to endure the trembling anticipation as her father mounted. She felt his fur brush across her back, his powerful paws wrapped around her. Mostly, she felt his tapered tip brushing up against her aching pussy, still wet from minutes ago. Her tail curled up against his taut balls, and she knew exactly where he was going to be unloading those. "Scar..." she whined, but she had nothing to beg for. There was no hope left for her. Whimpering, she lifted her rump to meet the King.

And he was in her, roaring. She was wetter than before, so his sharp penetration was dulled somewhat, but still her vulva burned as the scrawny male spread her wide. "Such a beautiful place to consummate our wedding, don't you think?" Scar growled, pumping gently as he worked himself up.

The sounds of the waterfall in the distance, and the giant, lush jungle surrounded them, full of bird calls and distant herds, a beauty even the savannah couldn't compete with. "Y-yes," she admitted, though the male she'd chosen for her date watched dumbly behind her.

"Perhaps we should expand our territory, or move the Pride. I think I saw a warthog earlier..."

"N-no..." she yowled, imagining what King Scar would do to a place like this. "The Pridelands is our home."

"Our home," Scar repeated. "I'm so glad to hear you say that. And such a tight, welcoming cunt! Your father must be proud," he purred, laughing at his own joke.

He tugged back, just a bit, the backwards-facing barbs raking her wet tunnel. Nala roared, a wash of hormones flooding her young body. Without realizing it, she hiked her tail higher, her hips humping up and down around him, waiting in horror and eagerness for the moment that came next. With a roar, he gave her what her body needed, flooding her again even as he ripped himself from her heat-swollen pussy, each small spurt contributing to his complete domination of the beautiful lioness.

This time, she did roll over in pain, kicking her hinds paws and swinging her fronts at the male, like a good brood queen. Scar had had plenty of lionesses since Mufasa's untimely death, and the inexperienced Nala whiffed each attempt at the grinning male. Scar gazed down at her on her back and said, "Ah yes, stay like that, my dear."

Without even waiting, Scar climbed over her again, surprising both young lions as he mounted her face-to-face. Twirling a claw in her lush belly fur, Scar said, "I thought my queen would like to watch me fuck her."

He stood above her, separation between their bellies allowing Nala to stare down at her dripping pussy, and get a look at the monstrous, barbed cock that dangled beneath her new husband. She tried to push him away, but he was too strong for her, slamming her front paws down until they curled up against her chest. With a grin, he grabbed her neck again, this time from the front, his teeth digging into the soft and vulnerable flesh. Nala coughed, but couldn't speak as he lowered himself to her waiting hole.

Scar took her again, and Nala's squeals were muffled by his teeth. Simba watched his uncle breed his childhood friend and the lioness he loved for the third time. At first the shock and humiliation was too much for the young lion, but now he couldn't hide his arousal. Scar was giving him a first hand lesson in what it might have been like to grow up in the Pridelands, instead of alone in the jungle with two males. Without girls to pique his interest, he hadn't even thought about it, until now, with Nala. He watched the two lion's pumping and straining against each other, his mouth dry. He didn't need Scar's order to stay and watch, fascinated as he was. And watch he did - again, and again, and again, as Scar seeded his new queen, until Nala lay in a heap, her pussy drenched in cum. Each time, she'd squealed louder, until she was moaning beneath her father. Simba could swear that last time, she'd raised her rump before Scar could even ask, so lost in her heatlust.

"You'll have such beautiful cubs," Scar purred, stumbling aside. He usually waited longer between mating, but Nala really had him going. His dick was drenched in her sticky fluids, but that was nothing compared to the frosting that leaked from her pussy. She trembled on her belly, tail hiked, coherent thought all but gone. "Clean her, Simba."

"What?" Simba gasped

"What?" Nala mumbled.

"I can't have my queen leaking everywhere she goes. Clean her," he commanded again.

Simba took one look at the leaking cunny and said, "But, Uncle..."

"You disobey your King?" Scar asked, incredulously.

"Scar..." Nala whimpered, but she knew begging would only make him more adamant.

"No, Uncle," Simba panted. He knew what Scar could tell to Nala, and then to the rest of the Pride. He'd already lost so much to keep his dark secret. Meekly, the overgrown cub creeped up behind Nala.

"Don't worry, my dear," Scar explained to Nala. "There's plenty more inside your womb, and there's plenty more where that came from," he said, patting his balls. "But I know how much you once cared for Simba. I'll help you put that behind you."

"Simba! No!" Nala yelped, tensing her legs to flee.

"S-sorry," her childhood friend replied. He couldn't go against Scar. He knew that now.

Anticipating her attempt, Scar strode beside her and placed a reassuring paw on the back of her head, claws digging in just far enough to deliver the threat. Nala shivered, staring back as Simba crawled up on his belly, his mouth wide open as he ogled her mature, sopping goods. Tentatively, Simba extended his tongue, but when the King gave him an approving look, he was emboldened, and slurped up against her aching pussy. His uncle's seed tasted salty, but not altogether unpleasant, though it was sticky. Simba smacked his lips.

"There's an obedient boy," Scar purred, massaging Nala's neck fur. "Make her feel it."

Taking a deep breath, the full-grown lion cub slurped again, pushing his rough tongue right into Nala's tunnel, spreading her aching loins wide. Nala yowled in pain, but she couldn't deny that his tongue scratched the same itch that Scar's barbs had. As tired as she was, she hiked her rump and pushed back against Simba. This could have been her wedding night, with King Simba, had he not abandoned the Pridelands for some unknown reason. But now she was bred and abused instead by her father, King Scar. "N-no..." she whined, her tail twitching.

"Is his touch so unwelcome?" Scar asked. "When I stepped in, it seemed you were about to slut yourself out to him in hopes of reclaiming some long-forgotten dream."

Nala groaned, her soft flesh yielding to her former friend's inquisitive tongue. Glaring up at Scar, she said, "He's not the Simba I once knew."

Scar grinned, letting Simba finish his messy meal. "Life is full of disappointments," he agreed. "Simba, you've done a marvelous job showing Nala that her place is under me. I feel you should be rewarded. Let Nala experience first hand what little you have to offer."

Simba licked his lips, looking up at Scar. "You mean?"

"Take her, with my blessing. She came here to sell herself in exchange for your help, but she is _mine_to buy and sell as I choose. And for you I freely give her, nephew. Use her well."

Nala tried to stand, but Scar placed_two_ paws on the back of her neck, pinning her in place. She yowled, "No, stop! Simba, don't listen to him!"

"But, Nala, I have to," Simba said reluctantly. Though he had to admit, he was licking his lips looking his former fiancee over from the tail down. After watching them breed so many times, his cock was trembling, and despite Nala's protests, the golden lion slowly began to pick his way over her proffered rump. It was okay - Scar had told him to do it! Giving away his own daughter, and now queen, in return for Simba obeisance.

"You're a coward, Simba!" Nala screeched, as the rather handsome prince covered her. She tried to get up again, but with the weight of two male lions on her, the young lioness was helpless to do anything but tremble there as Scar gave away her rear end.

Ignoring her, Simba could only marvel at her musky scent, a lioness in heat just a memory to his nose as a cub. She felt electric beneath him, his every tuft of belly fur tingling where it brushed up against the squirming queen. "Oh, Nala..." he gushed, running a paw through her lush, tawny fur, "you're so beautiful!" Looking up at Scar who sat imperiously in front of his daughter, Simba said, "Thank you, Uncle."

"Don't say I never gave you anything, boy," Scar grinned. Patting Nala's head, he knelt to say, "Maybe now you'll learn your place..."

"Father, why?" she gasped, her voice ragged. She could feel Simba wrapping his sweaty paws around her midsection, kneading her. He poked around under her tail, his virgin cock clumsily searching for her freshly cleaned entrance.

Scar shook his head. "It's 'husband' now, sweetheart. And I want you to know the boy's true worth. And you to learn yours."

Nala's ears drooped, even as Simba found his mark. He paused there, his tip tickling her abused cunny, and said, "I can't believe we're actually doing it, Nala!"

Hiking her tail, the young lioness whimpered, "Just get it over with!"

"Oh God," the immature lion gasped, reaching down to grab the scruff of Nala's neck in his teeth. He mumbled something she couldn't understand, and then pumped forward, his untried cock spearing her. He sank into Nala with a groan, tail twitching as he got his first piece of tail.

"There's a good girl," Scar praised, watching Nala grunt and rock her hips in time to Simba's youthful thrusts. "Show your cousin a good time for Daddy."

Simba released her neck to moan, "She's so tight, Uncle..."

Nala could only wail and moan, her heat-primed hindquarters pumping up and down with a mind of its own. Fat, barbed, cat cock pierced her tight tunnel. She'd been a virgin that morning, but now she was being taken for the tenth time, and by the second lion. The queen dug her claws into the brown earth, tail curled to the side, staring up at Scar's leering face. She tried to cut back her moans, but pain sent shockwaves of endorphins through her young body, making her eyes roll back in her head. Simba was no match for Scar, but all that mattered to her primal subconscious was a dick inside her.

"Please, Scar..." she whimpered.

"My king," he corrected.

"My king!" she yelped, bucking her hips against a very pleased young male. "S-stop him!"

"She's squeezing..." Simba panted, hanging on for dear life. He was ready to finally give his best friend what he'd never known he wanted before. Her belly was already bursting with Scar's seed, but Simba could still breed her, and maybe, if he was lucky, he'd give her a parting gift...

"Don't you want his cubs?" Scar chuckled. "You were ready to give them away just hours ago..."

Nala shook her head. "He...doesn't deserve them."

"Nala..." Simba groaned, but he didn't slow his pace. His balls were starting to tense.

Scar said, "So you want _my_cubs, then?" When Nala didn't respond, he said, "Well?"

She sighed and said, "Yes, King Scar. I don't want this coward's litter!"

"Hey!" Simba cried, but there were no teeth behind his objection.

Scar said, "I'll consider it - if you use your tongue wisely." With that, the dark-furred lion presented his seated cock, poking out to smear against his daughter's muzzle. Knowing how close Simba was, Nala wasted no time wrapping her muzzle around Scar's cock, slurring up and down his messy cock. She could taste her own, musky heat as she suckled the ignoble invader, bobbing her head. Ears flat, she curled her tongue out as far as it could go, slathering his heavily scented balls. She even held her ground with her paws as Scar leaned over her, starting to buck into her welcoming muzzle.

Mounted from both ends, the two males all but met in the middle, Scar grinning at his pathetic nephew. "Sorry, boy, but you'll use her back if I say so."

"But - !" Simba groaned.

Scar snapped. "You use her at _my_discretion, whelp. Don't you dare breed her without permission!"

Simba gulped, slowing his thrusts and biting his lip. He was so close. He had been tempted to blow his load and beg forgiveness, but Scar was not known for his mercy. Whining, the young lion tried his best to grind slowly into Nala, staring at his Uncle's satisfied smirk.

Nala took the lions from both ends, her rump squirming up and down, and her head bobbing back and forth. She could feel Scar's barbs against her rough tongue, and hear his pounding heart just above her as he pounded her muzzle. She was doing a good job, and panted with relief that her father had forbidden Simba from cumming inside. Her pussy clenched and pulsated around Simba's fat cock, quivering in anticipation of the release that wouldn't come.

"Nnngh!" Scar grunted, letting loose in Nala's mouth. Sticky, salty cum sprayed the back of her throat, and Nala coughed gulping it all down. Scar was in a euphoring, totally dominating the two whelps. He knew he might regret it if she had a golden-furred cub, but in the moment, he had to lay down the law. Nala needed to realize she had no control. Panting as he pumped her, he said, "Simba - do it! _Breed_her as best you can!"

Nala coughed, choking. "Wait, wh -"

But Simba roared and complied. "Thank you, Uncle!" he whined as he slammed balls-deep in his cousin and let loose in her fertile cunt. He could only hope the tenth time was the charm, and he would manage to sneak a cub in among Scar's litter.

Plugged from both ends, lion cock spasmed inside her, filling Nala's belly and womb with fertile semen. Her hips erupted into uncontrolled spasms as she milked Simba for all he was worth, driving the young lion's first orgasm, even as Nala's mind screamed 'no'. Spurt after spurt entered her vulnerable chasm. Would she even know if she bore any of this traitor's cubs? Tears spilled down her eyes, but not from the pain of Simba's sudden, exultant exit. He yanked free, a repugnant grin on his young face.

Scar grunted and pulled out of Nala's mouth, backing up to leave the exhausted lioness in a heap between the two males. "I said I'd consider it," he explained to her look of betrayal. "You have to learn that what I decide to do is up to my whims, and not your desires."

Nala stared back at the opportunistic Simba balefully, saying, "Whatever you think Scar has on you, it can't be as awful as what you've just done. Mufasa would be_ashamed_."

Simba glanced at Scar, and then at Nala, saying, "Mufasa isn't here. He promised he'd always be there for me, but he's not."

Nala winced, staring down at her sore rump. She despised the thin trickle of Simba's seed at her tail, and curled up to dispose of it as best she could, lapping deep and searching wide. At least Scar made sense to her. At least Scar was who she knew he was. This Simba was a pale imposter and a sad doppelganger to his lost father.

Scar said, "There may be a place for you in my pride after all, nephew. I'm sure I can explain your long absence. And as long as you continue to obey me, I may throw you a few scraps. Food...and lionesses. But this was your only chance at Nala. She is mine now, so savor it."

Simba blinked, lifting his head. Lionesses? There were none in the jungle, and he longed to see the Pridelands again. And his mother. He hadn't seen her since he was a mewling cub. "Yes, King Scar," Simba agreed, bowing to the more powerful beast.

"Go and make whatever preparations you must for your return home, Simba - I will stay with my queen and make sure her every need is satisfied."

Simba bounded off, leaving Scar to grin at his new bride. "I was saddened that you fled my kindness," Scar explained. "But you see now there is nothing for you out there. We'll rule and expand and grow, and our offspring will fill the savannah, with you by my side." He settled onto his back, tail twitching and chest heaving from all his recent exertion.

Nala picked herself up, looking the king over. "Yes, Scar," she said softly, clenching her claws. But she didn't fight back. Climbing over her prone father and straddling him, she grimaced and lowered herself onto his waiting cock. "Long live the king."