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The Lion King: Spanking the Monkey

By Samadhir

Based on a work by Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Note: Many characters in this story are © Disney, and are used without official permission. The author makes no profit from this work.

Gritting his teeth, then closing his eyes, David tilted the nearly full gourd down over his body, letting the slick oil within dribble over his chest, his belly... and lower still. The beautiful blonde twins, Brianna and Rianna, smiled up at the dusky-skinned human boy, as naked as he was, and leaned back as he slowly caressed his hand up and down the length of his stiff erection. If he'd opened his eyes, he might have lost control right then and there, with the sight of the two gorgeous human babes kneeling before him, looking up at him with the light of eagerness in their eyes. His belly was tense, as tense as his buttocks, as he fought desperately to keep control, to endure this ancient tribal ritual.

David would not embarrass himself here. He pledged that to himself silently as he stepped forward, slowly opening his eyes, watching the girls turn around and crawl up onto a large, leather-padded bench on top of a dais formed by a rock formation, lying side-by-side as they eagerly awaited the very special touch that he was to give them.

As David fought to keep his breathing under control, and the rest of his body with that breath, all around, looking down on the show from the uppermost stone tier of the shallow amphitheater that ringed the high-ceilinged meeting cave where Pride Rock and its visitors held some of their msot important social affairs with guests ad dignitaries from all over the Pridelands and beyond, Simba was hosting quite an assortment of eminent creatures. The Lion King lounged with one arm casually thrown over the shoulder of his beloved mate, Nala, while his other was wrapped around the favorite wife of the zebra chieftain Khembala. Not that the muscular stallion could object too much at not having his mate by his side, since the Lion King's own mother, Sarabi, was casually caressing the front of his loincloth, all the while pretending, in proper feline fashion, that she had no idea what her paws were doing, instead focusing her attention down onto the display taking place in the middle of the cave. In fact, everyone's attention was focused that way, making it the central point of their steadily rising arousal. Arousal that, while fun in itself, had a very practical purpose as well: lubricating diplomatic relations.

Sarabi could be mean at times, and quite devious. But then, she was a lioness, and a most cunning one at that. Busty and beautiful despite her steadily-advancing years, the matron of Pride Rock took pride in a great many things, but one of the skills she regarded with the highest consideration was her ability to think of new and interesting ways to amuse her friends and relatives. Amusement that could quite often come at the expense of others.

Especially poor, poor David.

Fighting desperately to keep his heart from pounding too hard, David gulped as he watched the twins lie on their backs on the benches, completely naked and smiling sultrily at him as they eagerly anticipated what he was about to do. Looking up at Sarabi where she was seated next to the zebra chieftain, he waited for her to give the go-ahead with a wave of her paw, and then took a deep breath as she stepped up on the dais and crawled onto the bench to begin the ritual.

Sarabi was the one who'd recruited David for this ceremony. She'd had him on the edge of orgasm for days, denied proper sexual relief, while being fed some of Rafiki's potent potions, the sort intended to enhance virility to almost superhuman levels. Now, he was expected to perform a traditional rite of manhood, to prove his self-control, his stamina and his ability to be a master of women, as all good, strong males should be. To wit, he was expected to use his hyper-sensitive penis, which had been priapic for almost two hours straight, since his last soaking in mountain ice-water, to anoint Brie and Rie's smooth skin liberally with a sheen of sacred oil... while not letting a drop of his cum spill on them.

Turning to Brie first, David did his best to look upward as he started to rub his oil-soaked shaft across her stomach, leaving a trail of slick, shiny vegetable oil behind and causing the blonde girl to giggle at the ticklish sensation in a way that increased the erotic atmosphere of the whole scene even further. The stuff he had coated his member with had some sort of herbal mix brewed up by Rafiki in it, besides being a fine lubricant in itself, and David was already feeling a strange, arousing burn start to settle through his whole body. All the same, he fought against the urge to simply let himself cum, to find the desperate relief his body cried out for him to accept, as he did all he could not to look down as he rubbed the oil across Brie's stomach and lower chest, before turning around to do the same to Rie, pausing first to dribble some more of the liquid onto his shaft to give the other sister as even a coating as her twin.

"You're a wicked woman," rumbled the massive bull elephant, Maravi, in Sarabi's direction as he stroked his strong trunk over the back of one of the three young lionesses slowly licking their way up and down his thick-muscled and thick-skinned gray body, each of them carefully avoiding his "lower trunk" for the time being - there would be plenty of time for that later, and Maravi wasn't the sort to rush things, knowing that there would be even more fun ahead if he waited.

"It's one of my best features," the sultry lioness replied, before leaning down to slip her muzzle beneath the big zebra stallion's loincloth. "Besides, you can't say it isn't a fine show."

"Too true," Maravi grunted softly, the fingers of his mighty hands digging into the stone of the carved chair where he'd been seated as he watched two of those silly young lionesses kissing each other right before his eyes, while the third moaned, pushing her adorable heart-shaped bottom up into the caress of his dexterous trunk. "Sometimes I wish elephant cows were like you. But they're about as wicked as spring rain."

"Your girl elephants are just too adorable," giggled Sarafina from a nearby bench, where she was enjoying the company of a pair of handsome oryx bucks, warriors of their tribe married to each other in a same-sex partnership that was common in certain parts of the Pridelands, kissing up and down each side of her neck. "So big and strong, and yet so perfectly gentle to each other, and to their bulls. Mmm..." She stroked one paw down the chest of one oryx, while her other caressed the top of the head of his husband. "But they're so delightfully sensuous, too. Angelic whores, I think I've heard them called. Isn't that what 'houri' means?"

Maravi's eyes flicked from the gorgeous lionbabes attending him down to where David was visibly clenching his entire body, his youthful muscles standing out through his supple, glistening skin as he straddled Rianna, rubbing his erection over her pert young breasts. He let the circumcised head of his penis circle around her wide, candy-pink nipples and slowly slide in between the valley of her bosom, making sure that her tits were glistening with the oil. Afterwards, he slid carefully away from Rie to straddle her sister in kind, keeping his rigid erection constantly in contact with the skin of at least one twin. He had to pause a moment to pour a little more oil over his shaft, then carefully stroke it into its length, wavering halfway between the pair, but he somehow managed to keep from losing control... at least for a little while longer.

"Yes," the elephant agreed with the green-eyed queen mother's words. "Something like that."

"And that's one," said Simba with a smirk, as David gasped loudly, the twins looking up at him with eager giggles as he started to cum, a streak of white splashing across Brie's neck and face as the titjob he performed on her just got too much for him. Both the girls smiled at their panting, shivering friend - they both so loved to watch the cute human boy's O-face, as did all the lions of Pride Rock for that matter, Simba most definitely included - and Brie moaned happily as she scooped up some of his spilled seed from her face to lick it off her fingers, definitely finding the taste to her liking. "He lasted quite a while, though," Simba went on. "I didn't think he had it in him."

"After the stuff Rafiki put in those potions," Sarabi chuckled, brushing aside the flap of the zebra chieftain's loincloth, her eyes widening as she nodded in satisfaction as the treasure underneath it was revealed, "it won't be the last. No, not by a very long shot."

Emphasizing her words, the Queen Mother stroked her cheek against one side of the stallion's proud black shaft, one paw resting on the other side, holding it steady while she enjoyed its silky feel. All the lions of Pride Rock simply loved zebracock (again, including Simba) and the poor chieftain often made complaints about the number of his young braves who ended up abducted for days at a time, only to be returned quite spent and ruined for anything more strenuous than a light gathering for days while they recovered. A fate he was likely to share in the all-too-near future. That didn't stop him from sighing contentedly as Sarabi began to worship his penis, though.

True to Sarabi's words, David didn't lose his erection after he got control of his orgasm. Breathing hard, the brown-skinned boy looped up at the watching dignitaries, worried that he had failed the ritual, but none of them seemed inclined to stop him. Maybe he was being allowed a mistake or two? Hopeful, and feeling slightly more in control of himself after his pleasured discharge, David went back to work with a will, oiling up his shaft once more as he scooted down slightly, rolling his hips back and forth as he stroked oil down Brie's thighs and legs.

"You really told him he had to cover both of them with oil?" Sarafina asked Sarabi with a bright twinkle in her eyes as she reached beneath the loincloths of the two handsome oryx bucks, their eyebrows shooting up and jaws dropping as she easily found her desired playthings. Sarafina's daughter Nala had her mouth full at that moment (much to Simba's delight), preventing her from adding a comment of her own, but her glance at the lovely lioness matron was enough to make her meaning clear.

"Oh, it's not that harsh a task," Sarabi tried to brush aside the teasingly accusing looks of her fellow lion queens, blowing hot breath over the heavy sac of the trembling stallion in her clutches. Like most zebras, he was so very sensitive, so easily aroused, not at all like the stoic endurance of a powerful lion like Simba. Then she blushed a bit, unable to hold their eyes. "Well... maybe it's a little difficult," she admitted. "But he agreed to do it!"

Preventing further questions, Sarabi popped Khembala's swollen, leaking head into her muzzle, her cheeks almost immediately puffing out to contain it all - like all the males of his kind, the chieftain was big, big enough to give Simba a run for his money. Not far off, Maravi was casually working his fingers into the snug, heavily-leaking clefts of two of the lionesses, making them mew like kittens in arousal, while the third was doing her best to handle the big bull's massive sac all by herself - a truly monumental task indeed! Before too long, the other two lionesses noticed, and to Maravi's wide-eyed amazement easily turned themselves all the way around, allowing him to continue working his immense fingers into their gushing quims, while they wrapped their hands around his meaty shaft, rubbery-raspy tongues working up and down the heavy length until it glistened.

Speaking of glistening, Rianna's stomach and groin were sporting a streak of white as well now, the result of poor David's encounter with her dainty feet. After he'd finished oiling up her sister's legs, he had turned to the older twin to do the same with her, and had almost completed the task when she'd teasingly caught him in the curve of each foot, on the side where the calluses didn't get a chance to form, and gave him him a single, slow stroke. That's all it took for the overwrought boy to pop his cork a second time, this time actually crying out softly in his sweet, musical tenor. Every eye in the chamber was fixed on David, on his face, mouth open, expression almost angelic in the throes of such passion; on his stomach, the smooth washboarding standing out as all the energy of his young body was put into that single moment of pure climax; on his bottom, taut and tense and so very squeezable-looking, even from the high seats around the cavern. Each and every lioness there couldn't resist licking her lips, before giving the male before her a good, extra helping of attention.

"Sorry," Rie apologized sheepishly as she looked up at David. "I... um, well, I kinda couldn't help myself."

"Neither could I," David admitted, equally sheepishly. He'd been given footjobs before - Rianna was getting quite skilled at them, actually - but he'd never spurted so quickly from one before. He glanced at Sarabi again, swallowing nervously at the truly predatory smile she gave him, before she once more took the zebra stallion's penis down to his medial ring. Since she didn't stop him, though, David assumed that the ritual of masculine endurance must still be going on, and decided he wouldn't quit, even if he'd had a few upsets.

"Time to flip over," he told the girls, leaning back on his haunches as they complied and gulping as they turned to lie on their fronts, their backs and in particular their taut bottoms on full display before him, making him feel as if the slightest erotic touch would make him go over the edge again. He glanced down at his traitor penis, still fully hard and dripping with arousal, and wondering briefly what sort of long-term effects Rafiki's potions would have on him.

Probably a permanent erection, he mused, even as he slid forward on his knees, determined to finish his task. There's no way I'm getting out of this without some sort of punishment though, he realized, even as his throbbing shaft settled onto Brie's back, oil and precum dribbling onto her soft skin. Sarabi always has a punishment ready for when I fail her tasks. Even knowing that he was doomed, David didn't feel a sense of real dread, the sort of impending doom that awaited one who failed his queen in a serious way. Instead, he felt his backside ache slightly, knowing perfectly well the predilection of lionesses, and especially Sarabi, to molest his defenseless tush at every opportunity.

Up on the stone tiers, one of the oryx bucks cried out, his hips arching upward before Sarafina's delighted eyes. Nala's mother simply loved watching others cum, especially males, and her eyes always had such a bright, special light to them when she got to view her favorite event. As the first buck's pink penis started to soften, she redoubled her efforts on the other one, bending low to better look up at him, before popping his prick into her mouth. The sight of those wide, kittenish green eyes looking up at him, naturally enough, proved too much for the poor male. To his credit, he lasted a good five seconds after Sarafina started bobbing her head, her tufted tail lashing over her supple, upraised rump - that was a good three seconds faster than David had ever managed to last once the cum-hungry lioness really got going!

Maravi arched an eyebrow at the sight of his three eager lionesses, each perhaps a third his age, maybe even younger, squeezing his arm-sized erection between their tight-pressed bottoms, while themselves up and down, pushing against each other until he felt himself caught in a tight seal. Heh, these kittens were adorable in the way they tried so hard to please. Of course, the big bull elephant could last as long as he wanted with such sweet youngsters as these, but somehow he felt that they'd end up quite disappointed if he didn't properly shower them in... affection.

Glancing over at Simba, who, with Nala riding him hard, was watching the show going on in the amphitheater below, Maravi grinned at the Lion King, and received an answering grin from both him and his queen in return. Then he looked down at his three eager attendees, chuckling softly as first one and then the other two roared as they began to squirt their girlcum all up and down the length of his monumental gray penis.

"Eager little kittens," he rumbled with deep affection in his voice, reaching down with both hands and his trunk to start rubbing the trio's upturned tushies, and then around to their throbbing clitties, his casual, expert skill enough to make them wail loudly in mere moments after he started to play with them. He'd give them his seed, that he decided promptly... but he'd make them work for it first!

Cumming, of course, was what David was doing. He hadn't even been doing anything particularly strenuous, merely rubbing his cock across Brie's shoulders to get them evenly coated with the oil. But in the midst of it he had happened to glance up to the rafters, to see the reactions of Simba's court and try to make out what they thought of his performance, only to catch sight of all the debauchery that the high ladies and lords of the Pridelands engaged in to satisfy their lusts. Scanning his eyes back and forth for some portion of the audience that wasn't involved in orgiastic pleasures, his gaze fell on Simba, seated on his throne with his queen in his lap, Nala facing away from her husband so she could watch the show while the king took her anally and a zebra filly was sucking on her left nipple. She was obviously in the throes of ecstasy, enraptured by David's performance even as Simba thrust his cock into her ass and reached around to finger her royal cunt, heavy growls and moans escaping her maw as she bounced on his lap. It was such an amazing display that the boy forgot to look away quickly, and it inflame his passions to the point that even the relatively simple contact with Brie's smooth, oily skin made him lose control again. He splashed his cum over both of the twins at once, angling his hips to the side at the last moment in a futile attempt to avoid staining their naked bodies with yet another of his orgasms. The effort only made the mess worse!

Cursing at himself for his stupidity, David nevertheless scooted back and off the bench to reach for the gourd and once again poured the sacred oil over his penis. While he was still rock hard, he hoped that three orgasms would've drained his balls sufficiently that he could more easily resist a fourth. But that was a bet of long odds, for now it was time for the most difficult - and sexiest - part of the ritual...

Taking another deep breath, David climbed up on the bench again, placing himself on his knees in between Brie's spread legs... which put his slick, hard member right above her beautiful naked bottom. The older twin looked back over her shoulder, winking sultrily at the boy and wiggled her cheeks in invitation, a display that made the already intensely aroused human male feel like he might shoot his load at any moment. Taking a few seconds to steady his nerves, knowing that everyone present in the cavern was watching him intently (as much as they could, at any rate, given that they were busy furiously copulating at the same time), David grabbed his penis by its base and began to slowly rub across Brianna's left buttock in slow, steady circles.

It was hard to fully concentrate on his task however, as up on the rafters the mighty bull elephant chief gave a loud trumpeting, almost but not quite eclipsing the orgasmic cries of the three teen lionesses who'd been assigned to service his needs. Maravi gripped his cock in one mammoth hand, turning it from side to side, quite literally hosing down the upturned backsides of the three lionesses, the force of his cum splashing on their tense little pussies enough to send the girls over the edge of orgasm, yowling and clawing at the stone beneath them as the mighty bull seemed to effortlessly overwhelm their senses. Even though he would've loved to watch the scene, David did his best to close his eyes and focus on the ritual, as he knew that he would most likely ejaculate once more if he caught sight of the incredibly hot activities that went on above.

Instead, he kept up his labors, doing his best not to look as he oiled up one nether cheek with his phallus and then the other, while Brie sighed contentedly at his intimate touch. Of course, that was the simple part of the rear-ended portion of the ritual; having travelled across the girl's hills, it was now time to journey through the valley. Taking a quick look down, just quick enough to make sure he was aiming his shaft right before closing his eyes again, the boy touched his tip - slick with precum as much as oil - to Brianna's lower lips from behind, causing her to gasp softly. Letting his smaller head caress across the portal to her inner chamber, coating it just enough to fulfil his ritual duty, he then let it travel upward, scooting forward slowly as he dragged his penis up her perineum, in between her cheeks and letting his shaft settle between them like a hot-dog in a bun. Shuffling it around a bit to make sure that he had coated every inch of her tush, while the girl squealed merrily, David could finally rise up again, astounded that he had managed to do what he'd just done without painting his friend's butt with his cream.

Alright, now he simply had to do the same thing to her sister... Another dip of his penis in the oil and he was good to go, placing himself above Rie's beautifully cleft rear end. A rub-a-dub over each smooth globe of rumpflesh, the girl cooing in delight as he ritually sanctified her behind, then a little teasing of her cunny and finish off with a slooow stroke of his member through the cleft of her arse... It was exciting beyond description, but David felt like he would just be able to pull through it all without another embarrassing release.

And that might very well have been the case, if he had been a bit more careful about the proper angle of his slicked-up member as he dragged through his friend's crack, and hadn't gotten the tip of his penis caught against the wrinkled bud of her anus.

Unbidden, the intimate contact with Rie's backdoor entrance caused memories to flood into his mind. Hot, dirty, sexy memories. In particular the incident, just a week ago, when he and Rianna had travelled to a nearby grove at Rafiki's request to gather some herbs for an upcoming ceremony he was supposed to officiate. She'd been wearing her pretty blue-green kitenge; David, as usual, hadn't been wearing a thing. For one reason or another, she had been gripped by a sudden passion and embraced the naked boy to start making out with him. He'd become hard in no time, and she'd lifted up the hem of her dress so he could insert his cock in between her wet lower lips. They'd gone at it for awhile, and David would've been more than happy to cum in her pussy, but then Rie decided that she was in the mood for something a bit more debauched and had insisted that he take her in the ass. Bending over a nearby rock, she'd lifted up her kitenge once more to reveal her pale, vulnerable buttocks to her lover, and he'd pushed his penis in between them and into her rear hole. She had moaned and cried out, urging him to do her harder, faster, to make love to her... no, to fuck her, and he had obliged, pounding his cock into those warm, tight depths as he furiously sodomized her...

The memory had been so overwhelming that once he got back to reality, David was shivering and panting as he looked down to notice that Rie's tush was covered all over with his sperm.

This was the... fourth time he'd lost control? He'd honestly lost track at this point. How long had this ritual gone on? David wasn't sure. He was sure he was almost done though, for though his balls ached right to the core of his being, he only had the twins' upper bodies to finish, along with their necks and faces. He could handle that much - after several orgasms in a row, he did actually feel more in control of himself now, despite the enhanced effect the potions had on his sexual prowess. There was no possible way he could fail again.

Right?

While the dusky-skinned boy poured the last of the oil over his erect member, Khembala gave a loud whinny, accompanied by Sarabi's greedy moan as she hungrily drank down every drop of fresh-squeezed zebrajuice. Almost simultaneously, Nala and Simba roared in unison, the queen's juices spraying out from her pussy around her husband's fingers while beneath it the Lion King's semen, whipped to a froth, starting to leak out of Nala's tailhole and down his shaft and balls to drip onto the stone seat of the throne, a display watched with rapt fascination from the side by the chieftain's wife.

Steadying himself for this final part of the ritual, determined not to make any more mistakes (God only knew what the ones he'd already made would cost him), David motioned for Rie to sit up while he crawled up the bench to kneel in front of her. Doing as she was told, this put her face mere inches from his oil-soaked erection, a sight that she was clearly not averse to, judging by her lustful gaze. Blushing a bit, David spoke: "Eh, perhaps you should close your eyes, Rie...?"

She did so and leaned her head forward eagerly. Gripping his cock, David started to rub it over her pretty face, causing her to giggle as his oily tip travelled over her cheeks, forehead, nose and over her eyes and lips, until her face was shining with his anointment. It had been close a few times - the vibrations caused by her giggles had felt so good against the sensitive tip of his penis - but compared to some of the other body parts he'd oiled up, he'd come through it okay and felt confident that he would be able to touch Rie's sister in the same intimate fashion without too many problems. As Brie rose up to accept the caressing of his dick across her features, it seemed like his optimism was justified. As long as he kept his eyes closed so as not to get too distracted by her beauty and the sight of his phallus rubbing up against it, he would be able to complete the ritual without any further embarrassments.

Of course, that blindness was precisely what led him to miss the glance Brianna threw at Sarabi, who gave a knowing nod as she cleaned up the last of the zebra chieftain's jizz from her lips, a wicked smile appearing on the face of both the human girl and the Queen Mother.

And when David's cock travelled over her lips, she suddenly opened her mouth and swallowed it to the roots, while reaching with her hands to grab his buttcheeks to make sure he could not pull away as she began to aggressively suck him off.

Panic gripped the boy as his friend fellated him, his passions rising as he stared down in shock at the girl. "B-brie, what are you d-doing?! Stop it, stop it! You can't- aaahh!" His protests were cut off as Brie slipped a finger in between his buttocks to rub at his anus, and then sank it past his ring and into his bottom. The stimulation to both his front and back was so overwhelming that he found himself unable to struggle or object anymore, simply gasping as his heart pounded in his chest, his muscles tensing as he did everything he could to hold back, to not disappoint Sarabi or any of the spectators with his lack of willpower and self-control once more. But it was futile, the pleasure of Brie's eagerly suckling lips and tongue on his cock and her finger wiggling in his ass was too great, and within mere moments he cried out as he shot one last load into her mouth, his friend moaning happily as she drank down his thick, tasty seed.

Coming down from his final orgasm, his wet cock sliding out of Brie's mouth as she licked her lips with a faux-innocent expression, David glared down at the girl, both angry at her betrayal and shivering with pleasure from her skilled blowjob. "Why did you...?" he tried to inquire, panting for breath. "How could you do that?"

Brie simply shrugged nonchalantly and nodded at the stone tiers. "I think you should take that up with Sarabi..."

Looking up at the seating, David saw the Queen Mother and a number of her fellow lionesses rise from their position - leaving exhausted, satisfied lovers in their wake - and making their way down the stone steps that ringed the cavernous amphitheater until they surrounded the dais where the human teens were lounging. Looking up into Sarabi's wickedly triumphant face, he knew that he was in trouble. The sort of trouble that made you whimper in fear, even as your dick rose promptly to attention... well, would've risen to attention, if David's wasn't somehow still hard.

"Come here," the noble queen called for him. David obliged, gulping nervously as he slid off the dais to stand before Sarabi, feeling so very vulnerable in his naked, oiled-up body in that moment.

Adopting a stern expression, Sarabi gave him a look-over. "Too bad, my dear David, too bad," she tsked while shaking her head, stroking a paw down his chest and tummy. "I'm afraid you failed to complete the ritual properly, and quite spectacularly I might add. You spilled your seed no less than five times. It seems that this..." David whimpered as she suddenly reached down to grab hold of his penis, turning it around in her paw with a disapproving look, "...proved mightier than your willpower and spiritual stamina. Quite a shameful display, I'm sorry to say."

Up on the rocky outcroppings, the spectators gave a lot of theatrical hutting and tutting and shaking of heads in disapproval to chime in with the Queen Mother.

"But I... I..." David stammered, "what about... Brie? You saw what she... did to me with her mouth. Surely that couldn't have been part of the ritual?" He hated blaming his friends for his failure, but he couldn't just stand there and take such criticism without at least attempting to defend himself. And Brie's out-of-nowhere cocksucking had been very treacherous!

"I told her to do that," Sarabi stated matter-of-factly, making David's eyes widen. "It was a final test of your strength, one that you should've been able to pass if you'd simply made the effort and had the requisite resolve."

"But... but..."

"No buts, David," the lioness told him sternly, before giving a quick smirk. "Well, except for this one!" She reached around the boy to give a smack to his naked tush, making David squeal. "You failed your test fair and square, and the only question that remains now is: will you be a man enough to admit it? Or will you be a mewling cub who does everything to avoid responsibility?"

Looking over his shoulders briefly, David just managed to catch a glance of the twin girls' naughty grins before they quickly adopted a look that he guessed were supposed to be prim and proper. He didn't quite understand what was going on here, or the arcane rules and standards he was being judged by, but he decided to do as Sarabi said, man up and accept his fate. Bowing his head in shame at the older lioness, he sighed. "I'm sorry, Sarabi. I... I failed, and I take full responsibility for it."

"That's the spirit, my boy." The queen dowager muffled his curly black hair with a smile. "And you did complete the ritual at least, if very sloppily, so I don't think we'll be going at you too harshly when it comes to your punishment."

Looking up again, David's eyes widened. "P-punishment...?"

All around, the onlookers started to pay close attention, and David could see the lustful glee in their faces as they awaited the penalty the queen mother would inflict on her erring subject.

"Of course," Sarabi responded cheerfully. "You can't just mess up such an honored occasion and expect to walk away scot-free. No, a bit of punishment is in order, to motive you to perform better in the future. Tama, if you please..."

The dusky-furred, stern-faced lioness stepped forward to hand Sarabi something she slipped from a thong around her waist: a flogger, David realized with horror, a thick, heavy leather implement with several long strips dangling from its handle, perfectly made to deliver a good whipping!

Almost as if they'd expected it, Brie and Rie stepped off the dais while Nala curled the straps of the flogger around her paws to test out its strength. "Alright, you orgasmed five times, and the appropriate penalty is ten lashes per orgasm for a total of fifty lashes." David merely shivered in fear, unable to say a word. "To evenly distribute them, I think we should go with ten lashes to your back, ten to your chest, five across your thighs..." She looked at David with a predatory gleam in her eyes that made his legs even weaker with terror, "and no less that twenty-five lashes across your bare, beautiful buttocks, dear. Yes, that should teach you to go shooting your jizz all over the place. Now, would you be a dear and lie down on that bench, David?"

David just looked back and forth between Sarabi, the flogger in her paw and the dais, too fearful to either obey or disobey. The mighty lioness just shrugged. "Thought so. Tama, Zuni, Diku - will you do the honors instead?"

Before David could react, the three lionesses were upon him, grabbing him and dragging him up on the padded bench where they held down the struggling, squealing boy, Tama holding down his arms, while Zuni and Diku held down a leg each. Sarabi stepped up by their side, smiling down at the helpless, naked young human. He looked so adorable as he fought in vain against the iron grip of the females, his eyes full of fear, his body glistening with sweat and oil, and his cock standing straight up, as rock hard as ever. Nearby, Brie and Rie were viewing the scene with hungry anticipation; they felt sympathy for their poor friend and a few twitches of guilt for having contributed to his current predicament, but what they felt most of all was an excitement that would've made their lower lips so very wet if they weren't already slathered in oil and their own pussy juices.

"Let's start with five lashes to the chest," Sarabi stated plainly, even as David looked up at her with a pleading look, silently begging her for mercy. Silly boy, the queen dowager thought to herself. If there's anything he should've learned by now, after all his time at Pride Rock, it's that lionesses don't have any mercy...

And with that, she raised the flogger and brought it down on the brown skin of the boy's torso, eliciting a pained cry from David that echoed throughout the high-ceilinged cave as his punishment began.

All around the cavern, the mood changed from a mock-serious tone reproach back to the erotic excitement of the ritual itself, as everyone looked on with exhilarated lustfulness at the poor boy's punishment. The young lionesses who had attended to Maravi's needs made their way down to where Brie and Rie were watching their friend squeal like a trapped, desperate piglet as Sarabi laid into him with precise methodical strokes, and started to put their tongues and paws to work on their naked bodies, lapping up the seed David had spilled on them while rubbing or licking at their breasts and pussies and assholes, driving the human girls to orgasmic heights while leaving them free to watch the cruel but erotic spectacle before them. Up on the tiers, Simba groaned happily as he eased his queen off his cock, his cum dripping out of her tailhole, and instead directed Khembala's wife to clean up his penis and groin from all the jizz. The zebra girl hesitated for awhile, a bit squicked out considering where that massive member had just been, but knowing that it was her duty to please her husband's friend and ally, she soon got to work and enthusiastically too as she found the act quite to her liking.

Watching his wife's tonguejob between Simba's legs, Khembala chuckled. "Maravi was right: your mother is deliciously wicked indeed!" Down below, Sarabi ordered David's legs raised into the air, a position that gave everyone a nice view of the boy's bottom, as she began to strike his sensitive inner thighs with the flogger, eliciting further cries from the helpless human.

"Yes, she is," agreed Simba, his erection swiftly returning both from the zebra filly's oral efforts and from the spectacle of the smooth boy squirming and wailing loudly as his mother's lashings left shallow red welts across his delicate skin, the sight setting off so many of his predatory instincts... though not the darkest ones, no. After all, for all his squalling, David wasn't being really hurt. Sarabi was a strong woman, but she wielded that strength with fine control; she could've caused the boy true harm if she'd really put her all into the flogging, but she only struck him with just enough force to give him an exciting jolt of pain, one that tickled his nerves caused adrenaline to rush through his veins without overwhelming him. "But then, that's one of many reasons I love her so. She knows what she's doing, and David will be just fine when this is all over. He can be such a drama queen at times though, and is prone to act as if even the mildest spanking is an act of the most exquisite torture."

As Sarabi finished her strikes against the boy's quivering legs and had him turned over on his stomach so she could flog his back, the king casually slipped a questing finger into his beloved mate's cunny where she was standing by the side of the throne, sharing a toothy smile between them when he found her inner walls quivering and wet and ready for another session of eager lovemaking, his other paw caressing the fine mane of the zebra fellating him. "If you'd like," he proposed to the striped chieftain, "after we've given David some time to recover over the night, tomorrow I can have him brought to your quarters and you can enjoy him for yourself. His arse is simply divine, and you really must sample it!"

"Oh, I'd be delighted to!" The chieftain's face lit up, although there was a touch of concern in his voice. "But are you sure he can handle it? I'm not exactly lacking in endowment..." He stroked his long, equine member to illustrate his point.

"Don't worry about that," Simba waved him off. "His bottom has been extensively trained to accept all kinds of objects ever since he first joined us here at Pride Rock. As long as you take it slow at the start and use plenty of lubrication, there shouldn't be any problems."

"In that case," Maravi called out to the Lion King, "do you think I could... have a go at him too once Khembala is done with the boy?"

Simba, Khembala and several of the nearby lionesses and assorted guests looked at the elephant bull in surprise, their eyes in particular focused on the massive erection that Maravi apparently wanted to put into David one end or the other. Pondering the matter, Simba stroked his mane, but then a wicked grin spread across his face. "You know, with a little help from Rafiki, maybe something like that can be arranged..."

Almost as a counterpoint to their discussion, Sarabi had now turned her focus to David's most gorgeous body part, as she had Zuni and Diku angle his legs in a way that forced him to raise his naked, adorable tush, leaving it so very vulnerable and an oh so very tantalizing target for the kiss of the lash. Taking a break to simply run her paws over that quivering, finely cleft bottom, caressing her digits across the smooth, bronze skin of each cheek, down over his dangling (and surprisingly still quite full) sac and up again to rub at his cute little butthole, the Queen Mother marveled at the fact that she and everyone else at Pride Rock had such a gorgeous derriere to play around with whenever and however they liked. Truly, Simba's pride had been blessed when David had stumbled upon Nala and her lionesses in his pointless quest to bring Brianna and Rianna home.

Then she stepped back, raised the flogger, and brought it down smack in the middle of the boy's upturned rump, eliciting another pained cry as David squirmed, tears streaming down his cheeks as he desperately tried to get away from the next strike, but Sarabi's fellow lionesses kept holding him down. There would be no escaping the thirty-four lashes remaining, and he knew it. He had defiled a sacred ritual, had made such an embarrassment of himself during his trial of fortitude, and such a failure merited the harsh penalty he was now enduring.

Or at least it would've, if the whole thing hadn't been a sham. What everyone in the cavern, aside from David, knew was that the "ancient and honored" ritual that the boy had just gone through had been made up by Sarabi and Sarafina a week ago and that the whole thing - the days of forced abstinence and drinking of performance-enhancing potions, his penis being used as the tool of anointment upon the bodies of his human friends and the flogging he was now being subjected to - was just one long evil prank that had been played upon him. The lions of Pride Rock had merely wanted an excuse to abuse the poor boy and they'd had a tremendous amount of fun planning out and setting up the whole scenario. It was a prank they had every right to play, for David was the lowest ranking member of the pride, the Lion King's personal slave and the plaything of his pride mates, to be used and abused as they wished. Indeed, part of his duty was to serve in the specific role as a whipping boy for the pride; when tensions ran high among the lions, they could be made to cool down by taking them out on David. Quite a few arguments and flashes of anger between members of the pride over the last year had been resolved by the affected parties taking out their frustrations on the boy, whether through humiliating pranks, sadomasochistic playing or simple rounds of rough, hard sex. In that sense, what he was made to go through was a valuable part of keeping the community at Pride Rock tight-knit and free of conflict.

And, truth be told, it was a role that David enjoyed, deep down in some part of his soul that he couldn't rationally explain. His pridemates could be cruel, but they were never truly malicious. They loved David, deeply and utterly, and would never do anything that would really hurt him. They knew just what his limits were and always took care not to go too far, to subject him to something that would cause genuine pain and distress. Even now, as he was lying there with his ass in the air as it was mercilessly lashed by Sarabi until it glowed a bright beet red, the pain and humiliation also excited him greatly - his erection rubbing against the leather of the bench beneath him wasn't just a result of the lingering effects of Rafiki's potions. Whenever the Pridelanders did something like this to him, as frightening and deliciously painful as it could be, it only made him love them even more. It was a strange form of love that might've seemed inexplicable to outsiders, but it was strong and heartfelt all the same. If going through trials and tribulations like this was the price he had to pay to live among the inhabitants of Pride Rock as a treasured part of their family, he would gladly pay it many times over.

Even if it meant getting his bottom roasted for the enjoyment of the court and its guest on a semi-regular basis.