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Simba was sleeping peacefully within the royal cavern of Pride Rock, it had been a long day and he was glad to end it off with a good night's sleep.

But he was roused from it by rough prods to his body. Slowly, he opened his eyes and they flew open when he caught the bleary sight of a striped figure looming over him.

"Wakey, wakey, your highness..." Kwato whispered. "You're coming with us tonight. Wouldn't want us making a scene and waking up the queen would you?"

Simba slowly rose to his paws and followed them out of the cavern and down Pride Rock.

"What is this about?" he asked.

"He wants to see you," Kwato said, referring to the herd's leader. "Got something really special in store."

Saying nothing more, Simba held his tongue. This was his chance to confront him about what he now knew. So for the time being, he agreed and followed along.

Into the tall grasses of the plains, Simba found the rest of the herd already waiting for him. They were standing aside for both him and Tonga, the leader of the zebras.

Acting cordial, the king bowed to the leader. The action was returned by the equine bowing as well in turn.

"I am glad that you called me here. There's actually something I want to discuss," Simba alluded.

"Oh, what is that?" Tonga asked with a smirk.

"I know what happened. The night before I came to see the herd, Nyasi, Kwato, Mali pounced on me. And they pressed a flower into my face that made me want pleasure, more and more of it. I would have agreed to anything to get rid of the feeling of heat it gave me."

Many of the zebras muttered to each other, looking rather surprised. The three that were named were even more so, even a bit nervous that they were going to be punished for what they did.

But their leader just let out a deep and loud laugh. "Even if that were the case, how would you prove it? Are you willing to admit that, even under the influence, that you were bred by us?"

"Maybe I am," Simba said, keeping his voice firm and standing tall.

The herd fell quiet for a moment.

"I will admit that I enjoyed what happened. Then and now. And think it's time I be honest about that," he admitted.

His time spent with Timon and Pumbaa again made him realize something. He was not like the kings that came before. And with being a new kind of ruler, it was about time he established a new kind of order.

"I will allow you to keep the status you have now, but no more of this popping in on me. I have duties I have to perform for all of our benefit."

"Hmm, very well, your highness. But what will you do now?" Tonga asked.

"When I can, I intend to return to you and beg for you to breed me," the king responded with a playful smirk on his face. "And I won't hide that part of myself."

"Then let me ask you a question, your highness..." the herd leader nodded. "Does that extend to the other animals of the Pride Lands. Such as the antelope or the gazelles."

"If they will have me," Simba responded without a second thought.

"Well, then. It just so happens that I had something planned. You had me worried, your highness, but since things have worked out, I think you will like what I have in store."

He led his king deeper into the fields, leaving the herd behind. The grass was getting too high for him to see too far ahead of him. Whatever was waiting for him remained a surprise until the grasses parted, leading to a small open patch where there stood two gazelles.

"As I said, here he is," Tonga said, addressing them. "These are some good friends of mine: Viru and Ruka. I let it slip about you and they wanted to see it for themselves."

"And you were going to use leverage against me if I said no?" If anything, these last few months showed him just how ruthless even those seen as prey could be.

"But that's no longer the case. Bygones are bygones," Tonga interjected after clearing his throat.

Simba chuckled and approached him. "Yeah, they are. But we need to make it official, they wanted to see it in person, right?"

With a smile growing on his face, Tonga snorted as he saw his king turning around and presenting himself, swaying his backside back and forth while Viru and Ruka looked on with wide eyes.

Approaching, he glanced at his audience and winked at them. Slowly, he stepped over Simba, his ears flicking from the enticing purring in the air.

Already his cock was growing erect from his fat sheath. It wasn't just his knowledge and power that made him the leader over others. The heavy cock was throbbing in anticipation and he thrust.

Simba was expecting to be penetrated, made to take the blunt cocktip and everything that was to follow afterwards. But instead, it was ground underneath his tail as the zebra began to roughly dry hump.

The force pushed the king's own body a bit and he groaned from the rubs of the thick length over his rim.

"You weren't lying about what you said. So, are you gonna beg for it?"

"Mmnm... Please..." Simba started.

"Please what?"

"Put it in my. I want it. Your big zebra cock," Simba continued, hearing his other subjects gasp in surprise.

"That's a good lion slut," Tonga said in a low, dominating tone. With his motions, rubbing his shaft over the soft fur and winking hole, finally throbs came, bringing forth thick precum.

Angling his hips, he smeared the fluids directly over the lion's pucker.

"Ooh..." Simba hummed, arching his back even further. The heat of sticky pre and the smooth, wide tip that rubbed over his rim, bringing him small tremors of pleasure.

Then in a sudden motion, the zebra dropped his hips, driving first the tip of his cock with a thick squelch than pop. Past that point there was a bit of resistance, but the sudden push of Tonga's hips forced the then wailing king to take it all the way to the thick medial ring.

Simba's breath hitched in his throat, his ass suddenly stretched wide and thin around the more than above average endowment for a zebra. The only mercy given was by it sitting still within, giving him a chance to finally breathe.

Then came that agonizingly slow stretching that came before the ring giving way and squeezing past his rim. From then on, the length was even thicker but was pushed in with another forceful shove.

Yowling and digging his claws into the ground, Simba drew shaky breaths, finally feeling those heavy balls bumping against his own.

Looming over him were the deep grunts that Tango made in response to the instinctive squeezes his hole gave to the invading rod. Finally able to settle for a moment, the larger male's scent was made known to him. Just looking over the prey's body, Simba could see the thick muscles that made up his legs and the way his chest flexed while standing still. It culminated into a heavy musk that promised much strength and virility.

A sudden came and the cock pulled back against the tightness. Following was a low groan from Tonga, thrusting hard into the willingly submitting king. But he kept them slow, teasing the king, listening to his moans start out loud but soon quieting and turning to whines of desperation, a need for more.

"Come on, Tonga..." Simba groaned, speaking through gritted fangs.

"Ah, ah, ah. You have to beg."

"Breed me! Do it hard and fast!" the king yelled, using a tone that was akin to a royal command.

"As you wish, your highness."

More weight was put down on the feline, now being properly mounted as best their sizes allowed. And the first thrust alone brought Simba's voice echoing throughout the night sky.

He allowed himself to be used, being forced to take the entire length when it was pulled back to it's thick tip and plunged back inside in a single stroke, ramming the ring inside and still going until those balls slapped against his own again.

But he basked in it all, moaning out loud while his hole was stretched wide, the intense sensations of the cock barreling up and down was all that he cared for. With no ounce of shame, he gave himself completely, pushing back against the thrusts while purring for more.

Planting his hooves to the ground, Tonga put even more force into his rutting, moving his length against the silky walls that knew just how to squeeze down on him. Knowing that the lion still wanted to be a toy for him, it just made him want to thrust harder and reach in deeper.

The others watched it all playing out before them, the shock starting to wear off, instead the lust of the heated session reached out to them as well.

"What do you think?" Ziru asked, his cock hard and throbbing.

"I still can't believe it," Ruka whispered in response.

"The other end is available," Tonga said to them. "No point in just standing there."

"Is it really okay if we..."

"Join in," Simba offered through moans. "Let your king pleasure his subjects." He licked his lips and for a moment their instincts kicked in, nearly enticing them to take some quick steps back, but the sudden moan and purr from the lion gave some reassurance that he was harmless in this state.

With Viiru hanging back a bit, Ruka instead stepped up the king, walking around and soon standing, making eye contact.

Simba nodded and opened his mouth, prompting the other prey animal to get low. The skinny but long gazelle cock rubbed over his face, smearing the sweet hints of grass into his nose. Using his tongue, he guided the tip between his lips and twirled it around almost immediately.

From the touches of the wet surface, Ruka's legs trembled. The tongue was both soft and rough, being used to its full advantage, every lap had an extra something that took him completely by surprise.

"See, what did I tell you?" Tonga chuckled. "Our king's a real slut for who's supposed to be below him."

Simba only moaned in response, sucking harder and clenching his ass against the roughly pounding cock, getting both the zebra and gazelle to moan deeply.

Never before had his cock been teased and caressed like this, and just a few bobs of the feline's head was enough to get Ruka to bray, suddenly cumming into his mouth. A single hump was given, grinding the shaft against the tongue and shooting the remaining ropes directly down Simba's throat.

Once his friend pulled back unharmed, Viru was completely on board. Rushing forward and nearly pushing his herdmate aside, the second gazelle stood over the king and lowered his body.

This time, Simba was taken by surprise at the sudden thrust that shoved the lengthy cock all the way to the back of his tongue. The retreating of the shaft gave him just enough time to steady himself, this time prepared for the next buck and plunge of the length into his maw.

Viru shuddered and planted his front hooves into the dirt to steady himself. Never in his wildest dreams did he ever see himself with the king himself like this and he certainly did not expect to feel this good.

He could feel himself touching the back of the feline's throat, but the king did not falter, instead each thrust was welcomed by the lips wrapping tight around his shaft and his tongue lapping over the inches that slid over it.

On the other end, Tonga continued to furiously pump his cock into the still squeezing and tugging hole. The lion proved to be talented in taking on zebras. And that talent was getting him closer and closer to his limit.

Pushing his medial ring with a loud squelch and gritting his teeth, the leading equine could feel his tip flaring in preparation. With another hard shove, the rest of his cock was jammed inside until his swinging balls bumped into the king's.

As if he was firmly knotted within, Tonga ground his cock deep into the passage, snorting then braying as he finally came. His tip flared out to it's full width, stretching Simba even more before the torrent of zebra seed came. Powerful and near boiling hot ropes pumped into the royal passage, joined by his deep grunts and heavy pants.

For a moment, Simba lost his pace when the first shots of hot seed were felt deep inside. But Viru continued to thrust into his mouth, getting his attention. With the large length sitting and throbbing inside of him, he was finally able to focus on sucking against the incoming thrusts, thrashing his tongue in time until the gazelle groaned and shot his load over every inch of the broad lion tongue.

Once Viru pulled back, Tonga started to slink his slightly softened cock free from it's hold. Deep squelches sounded as the ring was pulled free and again when the tip popped out. Simba moaned, digging his claws into the soil. Both times, his prostate was bashed pushing him over the edge.

The other's watched as he came just as his hole began to dribble seed, both fluids falling to the short blades of grass below.

"Glad we could come to a little agreement. Just don't keep me waiting too long..." Tonga chuckled as he led his gazelle friends back to their own herd.

Simba was left panting heavily and lying the mess that continued to slowly spread. His paws had no strength to lift his body up, leaving him just barely hidden by the field's taller grasses.

***

Eventually, Simba did return to Pride Rock after getting himself cleaned up. He was a bit sore, but that was always the case when Tonga used him. But it was a slight discomfort he wore with pride.

He did his best to sneak back into the royal cavern, thinking that Nala was still fast asleep. But the moment he was in sight, his surprised gaze met her own.

"Another lioness couldn't sleep, huh?" she asked. It had been an excuse that Simba used when he was called away. And it would have been the easy way out to keep up that lie.

But instead he took a deep breath and approached his mate. "Nala... There's something I actually need to tell you."

While she listened, Simba relayed it all to her. He told her everything, how it all started and everything that came after. And though his words were shocking, they were also rather freeing, that ease he felt when talking to Timon and Pumbaa was magnified as he confessed to his mate and laid it all bare, even telling of where he had just come from. And when he finished there was a long silence...

Then Nala smiled and chuckled. "Simba... I'm not gonna lie. That's a lot to take in, but I'm just glad that you're alright."

"I am now. But, are you sure it doesn't bother you?" Simba asked.

"Not anymore than you being with the other lionesses," Nala assured. "If anything it shows what kind of king you are. I can't even imagine Scar doing something like that. You're not like any other lion I've met. And as long as you love me, I'll do the same for you."

"Of course I love you," Simba purred, nuzzling her softly. Together, the two of them settled down to sleep for the rest of the night.

The next morning, he made sure that his mate got something to eat and was looked over by available lionesses. He was rather excited to get out there and make more progress on restoring the land.

It was quite the walk, but once he arrived towards one their far off corners, Simba found Zazu already directing the elephants. They were carrying young trees that were perfect for spreading life around themselves.

"Ah, good morning, Sire," Zazu greeted. "Progress is going just as planned."

"I can see that," Simba commented, watching as the trees were lowered into the dugouts before heavy elephant hooves patted the dirt around, firmly planting them.

"That's the first batch done," the deep voice came from an approaching elephant, stopping in front of the king and bowing to him.

"Ah, your highness, this is Kukan. He actually used to live in this area with his small herd. And he was the one who suggested this brilliant idea," Zazu explained.

"Well, I have to thank you, Kukan," the king acknowledged.

"We've gotten permission from those nearby in the Back Lands to take a few of the trees."

"And just a few more will be a good start," Zazu finished. Kukan nodded and went off to gather more to plant.

"Zazu, this is incredible," Simba praised.

"Well, it was hardly just my doing, Sire. It goes to show how much you inspire in your subjects."

Once the herd returned, the king and Zazu guided them to the waiting plots watching as each tree was planted one by one. And once they were done for the day, the hornbill thanked them and left them to their own devices, flying off to see another spot that needed to be worked on.

That left Simba with the departing elephants. But he called to Kukan, getting the much larger male's attention.

"Yes, your highness?"

"Again, I just wanted to thank you for this. This is more than just about bringing back what was lost. And I can tell that this place means a lot to you."

Kukan nodded and smiled. "I look forward to the land's healing. And I will return once it is ready for me and my herd."

Simba nodded and couldn't help but notice the massive sheath between the pachyderm's legs, even outdoing what Tonga had by leagues. And beyond where melon sized balls that gently swayed from even the subtlest of motions.

Clearing his throat, Simba chose his words carefully. "I still feel that words alone aren't enough. Allow me, as your king, to give you a proper thank you."

Kukan stood and watched as the king stepped underneath him. He was confused as to what was happening, but that was until he felt a soft paw touching his balls and following suit was a soft lick that swept from one to the other.

"M-my king!" the elephant gasped, trying to ignore the pleasure that was radiating through the sack. The licks were still going, even as he raised his voice out in surprise.

"Exactly. I am your king and this king gives back to his subjects. So let me properly thank you." Kukan did not move and there were no protests so Simba went back to running his tongue over the weighty globes, each just bigger than his head.

And giving attention exposed him to the bull's powerful scent. Under the hot savanna sun and aided by the hauling of trees, Kukan's sack was glistening with sweat, coating his tongue in the slightly bitter flavor and filling his nose with the all too arousing and earthy tones of his strong musk.

Though Simba's tongue was smaller than that of other elephants, the sheer effort that the king was putting into it brought steady waves of pleasure that not only got him to moan but also got Kukan's sheath to stir.

There was only so high that the lion could reach. Looking around, the answer came in the form of a large rock that stood high above the grass. It was a small distance away but it would be worth it. And after getting the attention of Kukan he explained...

The rock was perfect for what the king needed. The surface was just flat enough and it brought him eye level with the sheath itself. Much to his delight, he could see that the currently flaccid cock had spilled from the fat sheath it was usually hidden within.

He gave a lick to it directly, holding it steady with one paw while he dragged his tongue up and down. Kukan was back to groaning right in front of him, the length was filling out, plumping up in girth and spilling out even further.

The elephant took a few steps back as his cock finally became erect, filling with blood and reaching it's full width. Simba gawked at it and gasped as it suddenly lifted like a snake.

He had heard from Zazu once that elephant endowments were prehensile, being moved as they saw fit. Being so large, they were not ones for extreme thrusting.

But as it lifted and rubbed the tip over his face, Simba held back a gasp. Whereas Tonga sported a proud two foot long cock, Kukan easily out did him, more than doubling that at five feet and it was even thicker when going back towards the base.

Seeing that this was a challenge, the king started out slow on, not even able to grip the shaft with his paw. But he pumped against one side while his tongue was back to licking at the other, both working in tandem.

"Oooh..." These sensations were new. Being used to just putting it inside, the elephant wasn't expecting the unique pleasure that met his dick. One side was being stroked by the soft fur and contrasting rough pad and the other was being licked by the textured tongue that brought with it the heated slickness of saliva.

Simba could only manage to cover about a foot, going that far and pulling back, dragging his face over the equally musk prick, using his tongue to clean at it, collecting the even stronger taste but also earning another reward in the form of fat oozes of precum.

For a moment his dual teasing ceased as he instead lapped his tongue over the blunt tip. The opening was rather wide and the slow drool of fluids was already too much for him to handle at once. His mouth was quickly full and closing it to swallow left the incoming pre to trickle down onto his face, clinging to and setting in his fur with a striking heat and scent.

That was more than enough to convince him to open his mouth. Luckily the tip itself was not much thicker than a zebra's. With all of his experience, he easily slid it into his mouth, hearing the elephant gasp in shock.

He continued until it sat right behind his tongue, slowly feeding the ever flowing precum downwards.

Balancing on his hindlegs, Simba used them to hold onto and then pump at the further length that was not surrounded by his mouth. The latter inches were being tenderly licked over by the king. He made sure to flick and twist his tongue over every little bit he could reach, slowly bobbing his head back and forth.

Kukan was above him panting. His mind was spinning from the pleasure he was brought. The tip of his cock was sat tight against the end of a hot tongue and the smooth roof of the lion's mouth. The occasional bobs ground it between them, leading to a throb to run through his shaft, resulting in a sudden spill of precum that Simba braced for and gulped down, purring from the wave of heat that spread throughout his entire body.

Slowly, he was taking more and more of the awaiting length, letting the tip glide into his throat. The groans were getting deeper and the pulses were stronger, telling Simba all that he needed to know.

Aiming to finish strong, he pulled back and focused his attention on the tip and its following inches. Wrapping his lips tight and flailing his tongue over the tip itself, he was bringing the bull closer and closer.

Kukan's voice raised and a deep groan reverberated as he reached his climax. His entire shaft throbbed hard, swelling from the huge load that was pumped from his tightening balls.

It blasted into Simba's mouth, filling it up in mere seconds and flooding it even further. He had no choice but to open his mouth, letting the tip convulse and shoot thick wads into his open maw, and over his face, neck, and chest.

He moaned from each powerful gush of seed, letting it cling to his pelt, the scent marking him with it's scent as well, keeping the king purring in delight as the spurts kept coming, shooting over his tongue and spilling down his chin while he did his best to gulp the mouthfuls down until it tapered out into thick dribbles that he was able to handle, swallowing the trickling seed until the throbs ceased.

But even as it slid from his mouth, Simba noticed that the shaft was still hard, and he smirked, getting an idea of how to further pleasure the bull while sating his own rising lust.

He acted before the cock had a chance to soften. Nuzzles were given the large maleness, smearing the cum that clung all over his face onto the length, getting it nice and slick, making sure to lube all that he could reach.

Kukan accepted the pleasure coming his way, but took notice that it felt different, as if Simba was trying to do something more than just tease him. Feeling his cock becoming sloppier with his own cum gave him a possible idea but he highly doubted that even the king would dare to try something like that.

But the next action proved otherwise. On the rock, Simba turned around and boldly eased himself back, pressing his tailhole to the elephant's tip.

"A-are you certain about this, your highness?" Kukan asked. He didn't dare move. Never before had any male other than his fellow elephant dared to try and present themselves to him. But just standing here was agonizing, his mind was already indulging in the idea of letting his cock ease underneath the royal feline's tailhole.

"Completely," Simba said before pressing his body backwards.

The slicked tip pressed to his rim, stretching it just a bit before it wedged past, sinking it and the following inches inside. The moment he was penetrated, Simba felt his breathing hitch. It was the same size as a zebra's so far but he knew that there was much more to take.

His plan was to ease himself back, sliding more and more around the slathered flesh. But then came the sudden push of Kukan's cock from his own hips lurching forwards.

A soundless yelp came from Simba's parted maw. The near two feet that he sucked and teased earlier was shoved into him at once. Just as he managed to recover from the punch to his depths, the prehensile length was moving inside of him, worming even deeper, using the thick cum to slide through the tight hold.

Gritting his fangs, Simba suddenly felt a building pressure inside of him, getting stronger as the cocktip pressed against it. He took deep breaths, his legs trembling. Kukan continued to push and the king feared that he was going to be split in two.

But something within him gave way. He left out a roar as a bulge in his belly suddenly formed. Above him came the deep sigh as the elephant stopped pushing. The pachyderm was more than satisfied with the three and a half feet that sat inside of the lion.

Panting heavily, Simba was adjusting to the intense filling. The fit was more than snug, giving just enough room to move around. Another moan came as he felt the tip shifting deep into his guts.

What were shallow humps for Kukan were more than enough to spear through his king's ass. The cum that coated his cock made it just slick enough to keep Simba's insides from being demolished.

With a purr rising from his chest, Simba raised his backside higher and eased his chest down to the rock's surface. Every rock of his hips ground the log of flesh back and forth within his ass. Every ridge pressed against his walls, making him tremble and when it was thrust back inside, the feline was yet again stuffed fully.

"Are you enjoying this, your highness?" Kukan asked, his tone riddled with lust.

"All too much," Simba was barely able to say it. "Just keep going, please!"

Being begged by the king only made his lust flare up. Stomping his hooves to the ground and planting them firmly, Kukan steadied himself and met the request with a surge of his hips, jamming nearly another foot into the wailing lion. The hold on his dick was even tighter, making him groan just from holding it still against the pulsating walls.

Tugging back produced a loud slurping sound, pairing with Simba's deep moan. Then came a sudden moan that pushed his massive length back inside. The sudden stuffing and power that came from the motion nearly lifted the king from the rock, dragging his claws against the stone.

The thrusts continued. Pushing back, pausing, then ramming back inside, and giving another pause. And each time Simba's body was adjusting the sheer size inside of him. Before either of them realized, it was easier for Kukan to actually set a pace, able to give short and shallow rolls of his hips

Feeling his walls being repeatedly rubbed by the cock's surface, slipping back and forth within him, Simba's eyes flew open and his body tensed. The pleasure suddenly spiked with him and he roared again, cumming onto the rock's surface while his body was still being tugged back and forth.

The intense wave of orgasmic and the relentless humps dared to overload his mind and body, leaving him staring off into space for nearly a whole minute, even after his cock stopped throbbing. It was the sudden groan of the larger male that snapped him out of it.

Having already spilled a load before, Kukan had much more to give and even the sudden clenches of the feline's hole failed to stop his strong ruts. He fully indulged in the king, groaning everytime he pushed as much as he could inside, feeling his balls swinging between his legs. It was all so thrilling.

Neither of them took any worry or care. Simba cared not about the potential risks that could come out of this. In true lion fashion, he quickly reached his second wind, pushing back against the bull, meeting his actions with at first soft presses backwards, but as he felt the entire shaft barrel in his guts, he got greedy and dared to ram himself in time with the incoming motions.

"Yes!" Simba gasped. "Pleasure your king!" With his body adjusting to the size, he was able to finally find his voice, using to demand more and more out of his subject. To go harder, and faster, to really drive the shaft in deep.

Kukan's groans were getting louder as he picked up his pace, humping with as much ferocity as his body allowed. His efforts were met by the king's willing slams of his own ass around his shaft, doing well to milk both pleasure and the heavy splashes of precum as well.

It made the passage all the hotter and slicker. Each pound of his cock was joined by a deep squelch, pushing the fluids out, allowing it to dribble down and coat Simba's balls, soaking them in a heavy and heated hold.

Now, the king was purposely squeezing his hole around the girth, pressing his walls against each ridge and throbbing vein, knowing that it was getting the both of them all the closer.

He could feel it, the throbs. They told him that it was close, the bull was almost there.

Simba himself could feel his own second climax building and a sudden hard ram forced it out of him. His breath was again punched out of him, leaving him scraping his paws to the stone and wincing as he shot more ropes over his previous load, further marking the rock with his essence. The pleasure struck him hard, leaving his body trembling and nearly too weak to hold himself up. But through it all, he smiled and forced a breath into his lungs.

"Finish strong, Kukan. Unload those fat balls deep inside of me!" Simba shouted, the words coming out like a command.

Not a moment later did a loud bellow sound, echoing out as Kukan finally reached his second climax. His cock pulsed hard, feeling like a second heartbeat in the lion's body. He groaned from the shaft swelling just a bit more.

The first shot of cum rocketed into Simba's guts; he could feel his stomach expanding slightly, growing heavy from the pond of seed being formed within him. The second volley forced to take even more, making the lion groan. He could feel it oozing back up, splattering out against the shaft it came from.

He should have expected this based on how thoroughly his face and neck were coated, but the lust hazing his mind had allowed it to slip from Simba's memory. And now he was basking in a mix of pure bliss and slight discomfort as the loads kept coming, making his belly swell more than Tonga ever could, leaving it with nowhere to go but out of his ass and down his balls, splattering down and glazing the side of the stone in elephant seed.

When it was all said and down, the two of them panted heavily. Kukan kept himself firmly planted until his cock softened. Slowly, he pulled free from the heavily gaped hole, watching with a mix of excitement and pride as he watched globs of his own seed rushing out of the groaning king.

"T-thank you for that, my king..."

"D-don't mention it. It is the least I could do for someone so dedicated. If you are willing to further aid our efforts, I'll make sure you're properly rewarded..."

Long after Kukan's departure, Simba was lying on the rock, waiting for the strength to return to his body. In the meantime, he used his tongue to do some light cleaning, purring to himself as he lapped up the cum that covered him all over.

Rather than find a place to soak the mess off of himself, Simba instead decided to return home to Pride Rock, still wearing elephant seed all over him.

Of course being seen in this state led to many gasps and hushed whispers back and forth, not only between the lionesses, but other animal species that were passing by at the moment. And if any of them were brave enough to ask what it was, Simba boldly bragged about him taking an elephant, still being able to walk all the way back to Pride Rock with no help.

This revelation made waves through the Pride Lands and Simba did nothing to stop in. Rather he hoped the word would spread far and wide, letting every corner of the land know just what kind of king he was.

The next day brought the rising of the sun and a new prospect of continuing what he restarted. In a new location, the king met with a group of antelope, seeing to it that their old grazing grounds would be restored in time.

He spent much time helping volunteers tend to the land, thankful that the soil was still in good condition to produce growth if given what was needed.

There was no need for elephants to move grass from one spot to another. And it was done before they realized, giving the king extra time to properly thank those who lent their help.