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Another day came with the sun rising over the Pride Lands. With it came the distant chirping of birds that roused the dowsing king from his slumber. The moment he regained consciousness, his eyes darted back and forth, seeing that they were gone again.

It had been nearly three months since Simba's first encounter with a lustful zebra, when he was first used by them. And it was not much later that he was used again by even more. After that encounter, there was a change within him for a moment. He himself had gotten mixed up in the new sensations and the sudden lust of his own that drove him out to seek out the zebras himself.

Being drunk on pleasure, he lived out the fantasies that tormented, giving himself to countless members of the hoard. After that night, he would return often enough.

But there came a time when the king seemed to have gotten it out of his system. Not only that, but he realized how risky it was to keep seeking the zebras out. He considered it a miracle that nobody else had spied him slinking through the grasses of the savanna.

It had been nearly two months since Simba sought out the herd in that way, doing his best to act well when he saw them during the day. And in turn, the zebras acted well and there was no string of rumors that hit the Pride Lands.

But the king was foolish to think that would have just been the end of it. After doing what he did, the zebras were not content to just let their beloved king just slip away from them...

And Simba was no fool. He made attempts to pacify them by bestowing some favor their way and giving the herd as a whole more credence within the Pride Lands. There was some surprise, but it was cleverly covered up with the long standing evidence that zebras were the greatest source of meat in the lands and that afforded them more rights to balance the favor. That seemed to do the trick, but he knew it was only a matter of time.

And the king was right of course.

Even with the boost in status, the zebras quickly grew tired of waiting for the lion and sought him out themselves.

Just the night before, one of them paid the king a visit...

Rising to his paws and stretching, a moan spilled out. There was a pang in his backside from being stretched so deeply. For a moment, the idea came back to him, but he fought it off. It was for the best; he was king and needed to act as such. His position called for him to stand over all others...not to become some kind of toy for them...

Soon enough, he got a grip on himself and was out and about in the early morning, going about his daily affairs. After eating his fill of yesterday's hunt and making sure that the lionesses were going about their duties as well, Simba went out into the savanna.

There was still much work to do when it came to healing the widespread damage that Scar's reign had caused. Before, tremendous progress was made but at a certain point it was slowed and halted. To the others, it was a surprise, but Simba knew exactly why that happened.

He put his own pleasures before his kingdom. They needed him to help restore the land for the greater good. And though there was a lingering need deep within him, he ignored it. Instead he sought out Zazu, intending to pick up where the restoration left off.

"The elephants will be a great help in planting new trees," the hornbill was soon suggesting.

"New tree. I thought we were going to regrow them from scratch," Simba said, confused.

"That was the plan, yes. But we've been given some by the nearby Backlands. A gesture of good will between lands. Apparently the decay was just starting to spread when you retook the Pride Lands," Zazu explained. "I must thank you again, Sire."

Simba smiled and nodded. That would speed up the process exponentially. While he and Zazu continued to talk and make plans, there was someone else approaching from behind them both.

Zazu looked over and saw two zebras walking towards them and paid no mind, figuring they were just passing by or at most had a quick question for the king.

"Excuse me," one of them said, finally getting Simba's attention. And when he turned around to face them, the lion nearly jumped out of his pelt.

Looking right at him was the zebra from last night, Siya. And with him was someone he recognized as well, Boka. And he recognized the subtle look given to him, clearly he wanted another round and even brought a friend.

"We were hoping you had time to...discuss a small matter, your highness," Siya said, acting well with no signs of what he clearly desired.

"If it is a...small matter...then I have a bit of time," Simba said. "Uh, if you would excuse us for a moment, Zazu."

The hornbill nodded and watched as Simba and the two zebras walked off and around a cliff, disappearing from his line of sight. Not knowing how long this chat was going to be, he considered flying off for a moment to get the restoration going again. But he heard the voice of his king crying out and, on instinct, he rushed around the cliff to see if Simba was okay.

"Sire?! Are you alright?" The moment he caught sight of his king, Zazu's bill hung open and his eyes widened.

"Ugh! Zazu! I..." Simba was low to the ground, his backside lifted while Siya was behind him, his large cock already firmly planted inside. The strong prey animal was already bucking hard into the used hole, feeling his own cum lubing his way. Standing beside was Boka, his own large length throbbing and bumping against his stomach as he watched, waiting his turn.

But now their eyes were on the gawking avian. Simba struggled to form words to explain himself, even more so when his prostate was harshly pressed. A moan came out as his claws dug into the cliffside's dusty earth.

"What is the meaning of this?!" Zazu squawked, finally finding his voice.

"Your new king is a zebra slut, that's what!" Boka simply said, looking back at the mix of embarrassment and pleasure written on the lion's face.

Zazu was again at a loss for words.

"Why don't you tell him yourself?" Boka suggested.

With his face burning from shame, Simba started to recount the events of what happened. At the very least, he trusted his majordomo and spared no detail.

Through his moans, he told of his first encounter, being taken by Nyasi while on a walk. Then his return with Kwato and Mali in tow. Biting his lip for a moment, he arched his back harder from the length suddenly surging even deeper inside of him. Barely able to control his voice, he admitted that he sought out the zebra herd and gave himself to them.

"And that's not even the best part!" Siya chuckled as his hips continued thrusting hard. "While he was cock-drunk, your little king made a deal that he can't back out of."

"We're now entitled to his tight little tailhole anytime we want!" Boka snickered. "But the great king tried to step out on his end of the deal..."

"So now we're just gonna take what...we're...owed!!" Siya brayed and shoved himself completely inside, feeling his cockhead flare. Cum surged from his tip and poured into the lion's insides.

Simba wailed and clawed at the earth, shuddering heavily from the sudden stretching and near boiling cum that coated his anal lining.

Zazu was still at a loss for words, wondering for a moment that he had finally gone crazy from all the pressure. But the sight and sounds were real enough; the groans coming from his king and the sight of the equine's dick tugging free followed by a deep slurp once it popped out of the now slightly gaped rim.

Simba was still panting heavily when Siya stepped to the side and let Boka take his turn. They paid no mind to the stunned majordomo, having something much better to focus on.

"W-wait..." Simba tried to protest but a pair of strong legs stepped over him and hooves planted themselves into the ground firmly.

A snort sounded and just a moment later, there was a series of prods at his hole, teasing presses that forced purrs out of the king. It was just like before, the prey animal cared not for how he felt and was more than ready to use the king as a toy.

"Z-Zazu..." Simba groaned, feeling it sliding past his rim. "You can't tell anyone..."

"I...Is that an order, your highness?" Zazu asked, doing his best to not pay any mind to the grunts, the sloppy sounds of penetration, or the deep huffs that came from the striped equine.

Simba just managed to nod through the pleasure. "The plan... Tell me more about it..." He wanted something to take his mind away from the extreme embarrassment.

"With the aid of a-actually planting full trees, we can expedite the restoration process exponentially," though he tried his best, the small bird couldn't help but look at his king being ravaged, never in his life ever considering that this could happen.

But all the same he did as he was commanded. "They are ready when you are. I will give them the word, the best spots have been decided by Rafiki himself."

"V-very...very good," the king shakily responded. Boka was being rough with him, already humping into his ass with both power and a fair amount of speed that made his body shake.

His prostate was being rolled over with every stroke, leading to his own untouched cock leaking and throbbing heavily, dribbling his pre onto the dusty earth beneath him.

"Then go out and tell them that they... Ahh! That they have the king's approval." He bit his lip and did his best to not succumb to the feelings in front of his majordomo. Just managing to hold out as Zazu took to the air and flew off.

Finally, a long winded moan spilled from the lion's muzzle. With the cum already inside of him, Boka was rutting him deep, bashing into his guts without relent. Powerless against it all, the feline could only gasp and moan, pressing his face against the dirt.

"Still pretending you're not a zebra slut, huh?" Boka chuckled, pressing more of his weight down.

"We should be celebrating, Boka. Our exalted king's finally been caught..." With a wide smirk on his face, he leaned down getting face-to-face with Simba. "He just better count himself lucky it was his obedient little stooge that caught him."

Again, Simba's face was heating up in a mix of shame but powerful pleasure. As much as he hated to admit it, there was an extreme thrill in knowing that he was caught on some level, that his secret was known by someone.

And they were right, he was lucky this time. But what could he do? They had the leverage in this situation. If he did not comply as their personal slave, it would be all too easy to spill all of what he did to the Pride Lands as a whole. And he only had himself to blame, being able to remember promising himself to them when he was surrounded on all sides, before solidifying the deal by taking the herd's leader.

"There was a time when you were begging us for it?" Boka taunted. "What happened?"

Simba himself had no idea what happened. Maybe it was a moment of weakness or something else. But he was in deep now...

"Whatever, we'll just have to break you in all over again!" Boka rammed himself inside and was back to quickly rutting, plunging his cock deep inside.

Even when he braced himself, Simba still yowled the moment he felt it all pounding inside of him. He folded under the zebra and couldn't stop himself from purring. Gritting his teeth and snarling, another sudden thrust made his cock pulse and spray his load into the dirt.

"Aah! Fuck! Here it comes, your highness..." the title was mocking as Boka bunched the muscles in his lower half. He was close and the sudden convulses of his king's ass brought him right to the edge. Finishing strong, he bucked as hard as he could, whinnying as came hard inside, joining his seed with his friends, flaring his tail from the extreme pleasure.

Simba groaned beneath him and whimpered from the sudden pull-out, feeling the last of the thick ropes shooting over his tailhole and dripping down his thighs.

Boka panted a few times before looking at his friend and smirking. "Until next time, slut-king."

The two of them left him there, panting heavily. With his back legs feeling like jelly, Simba struggled to even stand, collapsing back onto the soft earth.

After some time, he managed to pull himself up and soon left the cliffside, heading for a watering hole to clean himself up. He could not risk using one of the public ones. The cum that dripped down his thighs and from his hole and the potent smell of zebra that was rubbed into his pelt were all a dead giveaway.

Instead he sought out a more secluded one, traversing into the dense jungle. There, he finally allowed himself to relax. While walking, he thought about the position he was in. A toy; he himself as king decreed it in a moment of lust filled stupor. And now they have the advantage, with hardly any risk on their end.

What king of now only allowed himself to be bred by prey, but to do it willingly, to submit himself away to the herd as a whole... For months now, it had been mulling within his mind, not what he did, but what would come out of it.

How long could he keep this a secret? And what would happen when it came out to the public. What would Nala think, knowing that her mate was the plaything of every male in the herd?

For the time being, he was glad to be in a completely private location. And he found the pool that he was looking for. It was in a prime spot, where the sun's rays pierced through the treetops, heating up the clean water.

Slowly, he eased his body into it, sighing in relief. It was already easing the slight aches and brought a deep comfort as the rippling water lapped at his pelt.

Even away from it all, his thoughts were still on the events that just transpired. And replaying it in his head was more than enough to get his cock stirring from his sheath again.

He groaned to himself as he eased his paw underneath the water, already touching himself. Try as he might, there was a part of him that still enjoyed it. Being used, his feelings were completely disregarded. The things that they called him...

Slowly, he rubbed his paw against his shaft, looking back to the many times that he had been alone. Time and time again, they managed to find him, pouncing on him as if he was the one being hunted. When going about his royal affairs, he carried himself in a regal standing. But feeling their weight pressing down on him and the mocking tones of their voices... He became the hunted. Their prey, being taken no matter what he did.

Taking deep and slow breaths, Simba continued to pleasure himself, using his other paw to first stroke at his balls before easing it lower and poking a digit to his tailhole. It popped in thanks to it still gaping at bit and the cum that made it perfectly warm and slick.

Slowly he fingered his own tailhole, but he couldn't stop himself from comparing it to the sheer length and thickness of a zebra's endowment, and he could almost feel it's blunt tip, fat medial ring and those plump balls bumping against his own.

Groaning, he pushed another digit inside and pumped them both into himself, reaching as deep as he could, just enough to again touch his prostate. He timed each of them with the strokes over his cock, feeling it pulse against his paw pad.

A sudden noise made his heart leap and he looked over to see Zazu, touching down on a nearby rock.

"It has been done, your highness. The Pride Lands' restoration will resume tomorrow."

"Thank you, Zazu." The king continued to pleasure himself as his majordomo watched. "About earlier..."

"There's no need for you to explain, your highness. I will keep this a secret, to the grave if I have to."

Simba nodded and eased himself out of the water, feeling that it was more than enough to clean it from his pelt. He lay down on the soft grass, his hole still twitching with need.

Looking back at the hornbill once more, the king noticed the pink tip of Zazu's length coming into view. He smirked and addressed him in a new tone, soft and alluring.

"You do so much for me, Zazu. I just wanted to really thank you. And...perhaps you deserve a reward, if you would like..."

Zazu gulped as his eyes drifted down to the pink and glistening pucker. "A-are you certain, sire?"

There was no outward denial and that made the royal figure nod slowly, spreading his hindlegs, holding them in the air.

Feeling his heart pounding in his chest, the avian stepped closer to the much larger male. His own cock slipped fully from between his legs. Being so small, he did often catch glimpses of the pink entrance, but this was the first time it was viewed under the guide of lust.

"Go ahead..." Simba urged.

Nodding, his majordomo finally pressed his wings to the lion's backside for balance and pressed his cock to the hole, moaning himself as he felt it glide in with no resistance.

Simba and Zazu's lustful sides were soon becoming acquainted. The king was surprised at the vigor the usually prim and proper bird put into his thrusts. He was again purring, lying back against the cool and soft blades of grass.

The cock inside of him was just long enough to reach his prostate once more and there again came that feeling of being with someone beyond what was intended by the ways of the Pride Lands. Being pounded into by another but much smaller prey animal.

Filling the area of the jungle's small pool were grunts, moans, and the subtle squelches that sounded with every thrust inside. Simba encouraged him and was met with faster and deeper penetration in turn.

Zazu groaned, feeling those smooth walls clenching down on him, already milking some of his precum from the tip. The anal walls tugged at him, pulling his small body forwards and deeper inside.

"I didn't know you were this good," Simba groaned. His paw was rubbing over himself the entire time and he could feel the pressure building and threatening to spill over the surface any moment.

Pumping his paw in time with another pump inside of him, the king snarled and then sprayed his load onto his own body, watching as the ropes streaked over the smooth, thin fur of his stomach.

There was a sudden tightness around the majordomo's cock and he allowed himself to raise his voice and squawk just before he came, being struck by the raw wave of bliss, shooting his load deep into the already seeded hole, giving all that he had.

The two of them were soon bathing in the waters again, cleaning off the streaks of cum that clung to their fur and feathers.

"I'm glad that you enjoyed it," Simba said calmly.

"More than I ever thought I would," Zazu responded, making sure that his feathers were clean once more. "It is not something I do often. And even this... It feels good to wind down and relax."

"That's great!" Simba said with a laugh. "I don't think I've ever seen you relaxing."

"Well, I still have many responsibilities." Zazu then hopped out of the water and began to preen. "But I very much now understand why you find such things...highly favorable."

Simba then climbed out of the water himself and made sure to clean himself off. Using his tongue to groom his pelt, making himself presentable once more.

"I suppose it's time to act well in front of the public," Simba said, shaking himself off. "I'll meet you back at Pride Rock, Zazu."

The majordomo nodded and took to the skies once more. Simba slowly followed suit, once more thinking about what he could do to maybe get a grip on the zebra situation.

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