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Three zebras proudly strolled through the Pride Lands with a clear goal in their minds. One zebra, Kwato, just couldn't keep his secret to himself for very long. He just had to tell his friends about what he did, how he took the king and used him against his will. At first his friends, Nyasi and Mali, thought he was lying through his teeth but the amount of detail in his retelling combined with how often Simba was paying them a visit, scanning his eyes among the herd, the other zebras were inclined to believe their friend.

One night when they were both riled up, Nyasi and Mali asked Kwato to tell the story again. Just hearing all the details had their cocks rock hard and leaking heavily. When Kwato had finished his story, they had blown their loads just from the very idea...

Eventually, the king stopped snooping around, seemingly giving up on finding the one who took his lionhood. Nyasi and Mali noticed this, and while Kwato was breathing a sigh of relief, the two of them were coming up with a plan. Hearing so much about how good the king felt, and seeing his very likeness in the flesh had filled the other zebra's with a desire, not unlike the one that Kwato had felt...

Kwato noticed the change in his friends; they were always whispering back and forth. And when they weren't doing that, they always had a far off look as if they were daydreaming.

He finally asked his friends when he found them both wide awake during the latest hours of the night. Even more curious was the strange flower that Mali held. His teeth were holding on to the stem and he kept the flower itself a fair distance from his own muzzle.

"We're gonna go get a piece of the king for ourselves. They say he's taking night walks now. You in?"

Nyasi's words made all the feelings of that faithful flare up within him. His heart skipped a beat and the cock hidden in his sheath stirred. Before he had even realized, the zebra was already nodding to his friends.

"Alright. You lead the way. You're the one who's done this before."

Hearing those words and taking the lead, Kwato felt a swell of pride. But even stronger was the burning of desire that was reborn within him. Perhaps even more than before, he wanted to have the king again, to feel him under his body and to hear his moans and wails...

***

After two full moons since 'the incident,' Simba was feeling much better. He had put it all behind him as a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence, but he nonetheless decided it was better to walk at night when most Pridelanders were fast asleep.

He allowed himself to let his guard down and enjoy the simple pleasure of the Pride Lands. Even more than before, everything was familiar but different under the silver light of the moon. The light touch of the grass was one that he could always depend on to make him feel better. The countless blades had certainly helped when he was still in shock after what that zebra did to him...

He never found the one responsible, they all looked alike to him. And he couldn't ask them to line up for questioning, that would require him revealing what happened to him to the entire herd. At the time, Simba was afraid word would spread to the entire Pride Lands that the great king Simba was taken in broad daylight by a zebra, a prey animal of all beings...

There were many conflicting feelings that rose whenever he dared to think about it, and the last thing he needed was his entire kingdom reminding him of it every day going forth...

Simba continued on, putting all those troubles behind him. Instead he focused on the fact that it had been a solid two moons since and nothing bad had happened. Life was peaceful again and everything was back to normal. All was as it should be...

As he padded through the grass, Simba's ears flicked. He froze for a moment but told himself to stop being so paranoid.

You're fine! You're just fin-

His thoughts were interrupted from the weight that was pressed onto his back; an all too familiar weight.

"We meet again, your highness..."

Simba's iries shrunk as the voice registered in his mind. It was the same voice from that very day...

"And he's brought along some friends..."

Simba's heart skipped a beat upon hearing two new voices along with the heavy steps of hooves on either side of him.

"Give it to him," Nyasi said to Mali.

The other zebra nodded and stepped around the king. He flicked the flower's stem, angling it as he lowered his head.

"W-wait! What are you-"

The king's words were cut off by the flower being pressed against his nose. It was dragged back and forth, filling his nose with the aroma and the specs of the flower's pollen.

"W-what... what was that?" Simba coughed when the plant was pulled from his face. Not a second later, his body was growing warmer. His mind was getting hazier, making it hard for him to even form any further thoughts. He could hear the voices of the zebras around him, but their words didn't register. All that the king could feel was the heat steadily building within his body.

"I think he's about ready," Mali said, looking down at the look on Simba's face, a mixed expression of confusion and forced lust.

Kwato nodded and shoved his cock inside of the Pride Lands' king. He heard the familiar, musical wail in his ears, all from just the pressing in of his thick tip.

"Mmm... I nearly forgot how good you feel..." Kwato shuddered as his cock steadily sank inside of the lion's tight ass. It hugged his shaft even tighter than he remembered, and the clenches were even stronger too, making snug fit for his entering length.

Kwato was considering that perhaps he looked back on his experience with a rose-tinted perspective, but it was really the work of the plant that the king was forced to inhale.

Simba's body was already affected by the plant. It was hot with lust, steadily building and scorching through his being. And the steady filling his ass, focused much of that heat to his cock and ass. Feeling the large, thick length slipping against its walls, Simba's ass was clenching and squeezing down on it, bringing even more pleasure to the lion and the zebra as well.

The king's cock had already slipped from his sheath and was pulsing underneath his ball. The tip was wet from a forming bead of pre and the orbs that pressed against his shaft were already working to produce more fluids than usual.

Kwato's meaty cock continued to worm inside of the already moaning lion. His medial ring bumped against the clenching rim, impeding any further penetration.

"Ahh... T-tight..!" The zebra gave another shove of his hips, chuffing as his ring popped inside of the predator's ass. Warmth and rhythmic hugs engulfed the thick band of flesh, making the zebra shudder.

Unable to wait any longer, Kwato shoved the rest of his cock deep inside of Simba's ass, making the both of them cry out yet again. With the near entirety of his dick lodged inside of the tight, clenching hold, the prey animal started to rock his lower half back and forth, pushing and tugging his cock against the perfectly silky and warm walls.

Mali and Nyasi watched as Kwato fucked the king for the second time. Their own cocks were hard again, throbbing and bumping against their stomachs as they watched their friend's length disappear and reappear from the lion's puffy rim. They took in the moans of both Kwato and Simba, listening to and watching pure pleasure in motion.

Pre was milked from his cock, easing his length as it shoved the squeezing walls aside. Every time he did, pleasure raced up his shaft, prompting him to seek out more and more. He wanted to feel his blunt tip and the flash of bliss that came from his medial ring popping within and out.

Simba was yet again pinned underneath a zebra, experiencing the sensations of his ass being filled and stretched by a cock that was slipping back and forth against his sensitive walls. His body was reacting to the length with strong flashes of pleasure. Each thrust inside made him quiver and his cock seized, making more pre ooze from his tip.

He couldn't think, the lion could only feel. And what he felt was the zebra's massive cock barreling against the lining of his ass, forcing him to feel every little tingle and rush of pleasure. He could feel the texture of the pistoning dick, the many thick veins that bulged against the tight hold, and of course that thick, meaty ring at the center of the prey animal's cock...Simba's couldn't hold back a moan when it was popped within and tugged out of his gripping hole.

Indeed the zebra was moaning as well, nearly stunned by the lion's ass. It was as if the orifice was trying to slurp up the whole of his length. It held tight when he pulled back, sending extra pleasure upon every little tug back.

Using the pre that oozed from his pulsing tip, Kwato increased his pace, forcing his heavy tip even deeper within the king. The slippery, warm substance allowed him to finally penetrate the part of Simba's ass that was too tight to fill otherwise.

"A-are you enjoying this, your majesty? Being filled by a lowly zebra?"

All that came out as a response was a sustained hiss as Simba felt his lower depths being invaded by a thick, hot, and pulsating tip. It leaked pre against his walls, spreading more of that sticky heat.

These sensations; of being filled, warm precum oozing against his walls, his claws digging into the earth, and the occasional stomp of hooves scraping across the earth. They were all so familiar but different. That added layer of lust made Simba's body hungry for it...

Another hard press of the tip and it's following inches into the end of his ass, made Simba raise his head and yowl. He could feel his cock pulse, spurting another line of precum a small distance from the tip. Above him, Kwato was making low moans, and puffing his warm breath against his ears.

"Who knew the king could take a whole zebra cock?" Nyasi asked, chuckling at the sight of the lion squirming and making all sorts of noises against Kwato's hard thrusts.

"He's taking it well too. Guess that means our ruler's a slut for us zebras," Mali agreed.

"Hmm... Zebras using the lion king? I like the sound of that." Nyasi's cock bumped against his stomach, flinging a thick string of pre that clung to his fur.

They continued to watch Kwato, noticing that his pace had increased even more and his moans were deeper and came out labored.

"Is it true, my king? Do you like the feeling of a zebra on top of you? Pinning you down while he uses you like a willing toy?" Kwato asked, feeling a heightened thrill just from speaking the words aloud.

He humped his cock into the lion harder, snorting as his bulbous tip thumped against the farthest reaches of the king's ass. He drank in the king's moans, hearing them becoming pitched when the end of his depths were stimulated. It excited him immensely to know that he was yet again pleasuring the king just as much as he was pleasured...

"I'm... I'm close again, your majesty..." Kwato's hooves scrabbled against the ground as he frantically sought to bury as much of his cock inside of the tight, hot hold.

Simba's eyes widened when he felt Kwato shudder heavily. The zebra bucked his hips and even started to drool upon the lion. Inside of him, Simba could feel the massive cock pulsing and finally squirting it's hefty load deep inside of him. A copious amount of cum was unloaded in him, spurt after spurt, filling his ass with thick, sticky heat.

Kwato panted heavily and pulled his already softening cock from the king's ass, shivering against the over-stimulation on his length. His flared tip tugged against the tight hold and popped free, stretching the rim and allowing his seed to come cascading down on the lion's balls and cock.

This time Simba cried out; his claws flexed within the earth and his face pressed against the grass as he came. His own cock bobbed against the ground and painted it in streaks of his own seed.

"Look at him!" Mali guffawed. "He actually came. He is a slut for zebras."

"Guess that plant is doing the trick," Nyasi agreed, a smirk spreading on his face. "I'm going next!"

As soon as the weight on Simba's body was lifted, another was planted down on him, keeping him pinned down onto the ground.

"It's my turn now, slut-king. Mmm... Ready to be broken in?" Nyasi rubbed his cockhead against the used hole, humming in pleasure as his tip was lubed and warmed by fresh cum.

Simba still couldn't answer, if anything the cum in his hole and the pleasure that lingered through his body hazed his mind even more. It was burning hot, making his body even needier to be filled yet again. Due to his mind being practically mush, Simba couldn't voice how he felt. All he could do was let out some rather provocative moans, sounding almost like a lioness struck with heat.

"Aww, you want more, your highness? I'd be honored to help sate the king!"

Nyasi shoved his dick inside of the lion, having no issue plunging his thick flare inside of the still tight, and cum lubed hole. It was easy from then on. With how much that Kwato had filled the king's ass, Nyasi had no issue barreling his dick right into the deepest parts.

"Mmm..." Nyasi shivered, taking a few seconds to simply enjoy the clenches of the sloppy hole down on his dick. His entire cock was slathered in a thick layer of another zebra's seed, keeping a layer of sticky heat on it.

The zebra started to rock his hips, having no trouble slinking his entire cock from the tight hole. Doing so made a loud, sloppy noise. Another was heard as Nyasi pushed his length back inside. Even his bulging ring popped inside with no trouble at all.

"He's still tight, squeezing down on it..! Mmf!"

Mali chuckled, already awaiting his turn. It was clear that the flower had turned the king into nothing more than a willing, whimpering slut, just like they had hoped. It was the case for every animal that took a good whiff of it. Educing a state similar to heat, even to males, that left them completely agreeable and even desperate to have the burning heat of lust extinguished by the pleasures of sex.

This was the exact case for Simba; despite having been used and cummed inside of by Kwato, the lion was very much desperate feel the touch of another hot and hard cock fucking his pulsating ass. His mind was all but shut down, giving the sensations of his body priority. It didn't matter if he actually wanted this or not, all that mattered was the lust that demanded more pleasure.

The lion moaned against the already powerful humps that stretched his hole and filled it deep. More noises were forced out of him, coinciding with the rocking back and forth of his own body. He could do no more than just allow his body to feel the pleasure and react to it accordingly.

His ass was stretched over and over, clinging to the hot, meaty cock the thrust back and forth. His puffy, pulsating walls were stimulated and teased, forcing deep tingles of pleasure through his body. Moans slipped from his muzzle, being heard by the three zebras. Aside from his own noises, he could hear the snickers of the others while the zebra mounting him continued to huff and grunt in time with his thrusts.

"Look at him taking Nyasi's cock," Mali chuckled.

"Our king certainly is something," Kwato agreed, letting out a dreamy sigh. While he couldn't imagine himself doing so, it was certainly hot to watch Nyasi rutting hard into the lion and talking to him in such a dominating tone.

"Your ass feels so good. It's hugging my cock just right..." Another hard shove came, forcing another hiss out of the lion. "His royal highness should feel proud!"

"Aaah! Oooaahh!" Simba cried out and pressed his face against the grass. His body was searing deep with pleasure but he only craved more...

"Yeah. Just let yourself enjoy it. Let your subjects please the king..."

Nyasi channeled strength into his backside, making hard thrusts that sounded in wet, muffed thumps. Seed was forced from the hole, splattering against the lion's backside. Hard press after press pulled and jammed the whole of the zebra's cock back inside. That thick cockhead and the fat medial ring were all pressed in as one, stuffing Simba's ass in an instant, forcing another pitched noise out of him.

Letting his weight fall down on the king, Nyasi instead focused his efforts on pounding the sopping hole with as much force as he could. His cock slicked against the sloppy walls, sending intense waves of pleasure through his body. Every thrust made that delicious squelch noise, and the pressure on his medial ring especially made the prey animal snort and thump his hoof against the ground.

Simba panted and shivered under the repeated ruts. He could feel his backside becoming sticky and wet with seed that was squeezed from his own tailhole. The zebra's thrusts pressed the sticky, hot seed against his fur. Every time their bodies met and pulled back, strings of cum would be left behind, thick and glistening under the white light of the moon.

The king could feel his body starting to pulse, namely his untouched cock. It was throbbing heavily against the ground, continuously leaking more and more precum. Every hard thrust deep into his ass coaxed another hard seize in his shaft.

With the ruts into his ass picked up in pace and the added thumps of heavy, leathery balls ramming into his own, Simba raised his head and snarled. His second climax was forced out of him. Behind him, the king's cock shot more loads of seed, adding to the many streaks that came from his first orgasm.

His mouth hanging open, and his eyes glazing over, Simba was nearly overwhelmed by the many sensations he had no choice but to endure. Against the powerful bliss of his own climax, the lion was still under the hold of a zebra, who was now humping hard and fast against the intensified clenches.

"Now it's even tighter! T-that's it... I'm... I'm gonna cum...."

Nyasi rocked his hips and barreled his cock into Simba's ass, going as fast as he could until his entire body shuddered and his eyes grew wide. Raising his head, Nyasi snorted and clenched his teeth as his climax overtook his body.

"C-can you feel my hot z-zebra load fill you up?" Nyasi bucked his hips a final time before letting his body weight fall back on the lion.

Simba's ass was filled with the entire length of the zebra's dick. Nestled deep within, the entire thing was pulsing and slightly swelling as huge, pressurized blasts of seed filled his ass yet again. Hot, sticky, and pumping directly against his guts, the king was paralyzed by the feeling of an expanded flare that continued to pour it's fresh, searing cum inside of the most vulnerable part of him.

"You're even better than I thought you'd be. Ugh, I'd rut you again, but there's someone else waiting for you..."

Nyasi roughly tugged his cock from the seed-coated tailhole, carelessly pulling his swollen flare from the pink, stretched, cum-glazed hole. He took in the moan that came from another good stretching before he walked off to stand by alongside Kwato.

Now, it was Mali's turn. Having brought the flower to make the king completely agreeable, Mali was more than eager to plant his rock solid and heavily leaking cock into the already twice-used hole.

After being filled by Nyasi, Simba had the chance to flee from his assailants, but there was something keeping him there. It wasn't a lack of strength or energy, but rather his own body ignoring him. For as much as the lion wanted to flee, just as much, if not more, wanted to stay and present himself to the third and final zebra.

The lust from the plant had been eased a significant amount, but his body was still hot and riled up enough to keep him lying there. Still panting and now whimpering with need, Simba was semi-willingly awaiting the arrival of another zebra cock to his seemingly insatiable hole.

Mali eased himself down on the king's back, making himself good and comfortable.

"Guess we're all gonna know the king's dirty little secret." Chuckling, Mali angled the tip of his cock and pressed it against the already stretched and winking hole. "He's gonna walk away used by not only one, but three zebras!"

Just like Nyasi and Kwato, the zebra boldly pressed his tip to the lion's worn pucker and shoved the rest of his proceeding inches in as well.

"It's like his ass is gobbling it up... F-feels so good. Hehe. After two whole zebras, you're still tight and this hole is so messy..." Mali pressed his cock in, forcing see to gush from Simba's ass. It splattered against both of their bodies, slathering the lion's ass further along with the zebra's heavy balls.

Squishy pumps were pressed within Simba's ass, forcing the excess of seed past the plunging cock. The lion being yet again filled was purring in pleasure, glad to feel the warmth and touch of a zebra dick pressing against his walls. They squeezed down on Mali's length, giving him a burst of sensations.

"Listen to that. He's purring like some kind of lioness..!"

The others could hear the sounds that the lion was making, a clear sign that he was allowing himself to feel the pleasures of his tailhole being filled and the lining of his cock massaging a thick, textured cock.

Simba made low moans from his ass being pounded by a sloppy equine cock. He was more than used to the sensation by now and the pleasure was too powerful for him to resist. Before, the feline was already moaning, but now there was something genuine to his noises. It was more than an automatic response to anal stimulation. Instead, Simba was steadily accepting the feeling of a zebra - a prey animal - forcing him down and using his body for their own pleasure.

His mind was still too muddled to form words, but if he could, the king would have asked for Mali to go even harder, to rut inside of him deeper. To use him to his desires until he came yet another huge load of zebra seed inside...

But despite his lack of words, the message seemed to be heard loud and clear. Whereas Kwato was rather "tender" in his approach, and Nyasi enjoyed dominating the lion, Mali was only focused on just fucking the lion. After all, he may never get a chance like this again, so he might as well make it something worthwhile. He had said his teasing words before, now it was time for action.

A smirk spread on the mounting zebra's face as instead of planting his hooves on the ground, Mali curled his forelegs underneath the king's front, pulling Simba even closer and locking him in that place.

With the lion as close to his own body as possible and in a position that there was no doubting who was on top, Mali huffed and shoved the brunt of his dick inside. He made his thrust strong and unwavering. His thick tip jabbed right through the hole and bashed against the end.

Hot walls squished and slurped at his dick. The walls were so hot and wet, anyone would think Simba was turned into a lioness midway through. But the hard clenches and rubs of those muscled walls couldn't be denied, especially when they constricted his cock, commanding him to keep going.

So Mali drove his cock up and down, slamming it against the lion's backside in a series of hard, shallow humps. Snorting, chuffing, and letting thick lines of drool fall onto the lion, Mali shoved himself good and hard, reveling in the bliss of his cock rubbing within and out of those wet, sloppy walls.

Finally, Mali shoved his cock deep inside, letting out a deep bray as he came hard inside of the lion. Shoved as far as it could go, the black and white mammal's cock throbbed and expanded against the walls, pouring out his own load off seed inside of the moaning lion. While he came, Mali continued to hump, manually milking as much hot, sticky fluid as he could from his balls.

The sensation of being fucked and being cummed inside of at the same time left Simba raising his own hard and wailing out as his third climax consumed his senses.

Simba was left lying in the grass, his body slathered in fluids, and his stretched tailhole leaking an endless stream of zebra seed onto the ground below...

The three zebras had already left, congratulating each other and already talking about their own highlight moment with the king. With the lion still under the effects of the plant, they had ample time to make their getaway and return to their herd.

The king himself was finally able to think again. Anyone else would have been thinking of punishment or revenge, but Simba was oddly looking back on the three separate ruts he was subjected to. How thick and hard the zebra's cocks were, how much they came inside of him, and the strange, intense thrill of being bred by an animal he would usually hunt...

With his body too weak to move and his lust finally fading, Simba closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep faster than he expected, soon dreaming about more big, strong zebras looming over him with big, cocky smiles and even bigger dicks...