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Simba's heart was in his mouth. Was this real? Could it be that after years of torment and misguidance that the pridelands had finally been restored to the utopia that it once was? It had taken all that was left of him, all of his courage and all of his control to end the manipulation that Scar had caused his people. He felt an overwhelming sense of pride as he thought this, His people, His land all of it now belonged to him. The rightful heir of the title King.

He thought of the pains and the turmoil he had faced to get there but he knew that it had all been necessary for this moment, the moment where he became what his father had wanted of him, what his father had made for him, and what he intended to keep that way in the memory of his father. Scar was gone; so too had the pain of his father's death.

He turned away from the crag on which he was standing, heading back to his pride. His heart still pounded in his head like a rhythmic stampede and with each footstep he took he could feel the shake of the ground beneath him, as if the very earth on which he stood was afraid to deny him. Pacing meaningfully towards the rock on which his father and his father's father, and all of his ancestors reaching back had stood upon.

Each long stride of his powerful golden legs seemed to pulse through his adrenaline rushed body, making him feel invincible. His flowing brown mane rustled and shook in the wind, making him look almost spiritual in his ascent. Rising higher and higher, nearing the edge of the rock he could feel himself above all other animals, everyone was under him at the moment. He was the King.

Now he was stood high above the heads of his fellow animals, his mane dancing and waving in the gentle wind. With the sun setting to his side, he could feel something primal rising inside him; his urges to be tall and protective of his group were strong. He now knew what it was like to be a king, to be respected by others, to have them look at him with that gleeful glint in their eyes and to have them know that they were protected by the strongest and best lion that their pride had to offer them.

The primal build up grew. Looking down at their faces he knew that everyone of them wanted him to do something. After a battle that would be the story of the decade, he knew that they wanted a grand finale to show that this was it, and that their rightful king was there. He felt a rumble, like a wave of thunder rolling across the dessert sky he felt it rise. It grew inside of his chest and soon he had begun to rumble along with it, his chest growling quietly with the rhythm of his shaking minds.

His body and mind seemed to flow into one within him, his mind flashing images of the day. The blood-lust in Scar's eyes as the fight began, the light reflecting off of his deep black claws, each one sharp enough to rip anyone to shreds, raised and out ready to stab at Simba. The pearly drool soaked fangs that showed as he and Scar wrestled and fought on the precarious edge, each one snapping like a crocodile's as they neared his neck. The glimpse of utter shock in the fake kings eye's as he tumbled into the pit for the last time, knowing his inevitable fate and seeing no remorse in the eye's of Simba. He had done it for his father, a true king.

His mind shot back to his father. He was the perfect symbol of a lion if there ever was one. In Simba's eyes there had been no one who could even match up to half the lion that he had been. He was strong and intimidating and everyone knew their place around him; he got all the respect that he demanded and he never got any less. He could picture him, standing next to him, tall and proud. He could see the soft reassuring smile that his father used to always give him whenever he was troubled or alone. He knew that his father was always with him, in spirit and mind, and also in him. He was a true king and he would not let his father down.

Lifting his head to the heavens, he opened his muzzle, curled back his lips and bared his bright white teeth. He let his rumble grow suddenly, blasting outwards in an ear thumping roar that shook the trees. Animals from across the plain stood and looked towards the rock in amazement at the sound that they heard. The blood curdling roar was a sign that he was the new king, that he demanded respect and that he would be the one to deal with anyone not following the rules. The wind had stopped, as though afraid to blow over the top of the roar and as he came to a stop the world it seemed had fallen silent, waiting for him.

Silence rung in the air for a short while; the pride lands held its breath. After a few moments of deathly silence the crowd bowed and scraped. Zebras whinnied, elephants trumpeted, and antelopes stomped their hooves in unison, celebrating the arrival of their new king and greeting him into their hearts. Simba found that he couldn't keep the smile from his face as he looked down at all the animals spread out below him, all cheering, calling and clapping for him. Letting him know that they accepted him as their king and the new leader of the pride lands.

His head was held high as he let their cheers flow into his ears. Before long though he grew weary and tired, it had been a long day and now it was catching up to him. Turning away from the crowd he headed back down the rock. At the bottom he could see some of his friends and family waiting for him. His eyes looked over them. He saw Timon and Pumbaa, his mother Sarabi, Rafiki and of course Nala, his love.

He locked eyes with Nala becoming flooded with the beauty that she possessed; he could hardly believe how she had grown. He remembered how they were inseparable as cubs but now that they were grown up she had blossomed into a stunningly beautiful lioness. Her golden fur was perfectly clean and soft and Simba often would spend his time relaxing side by side with her, feeling her warm body next to his. She was one in a million and Simba was lucky enough to be the one that had her.

He smiled at her, grinning madly as he saw her smile back. Before he could get to her though, Rafiki had stepped forward and placed his hand on Simba's shoulder. The old baboon still carried his staff with him, using it to support his frail body. He gave Simba a warm smile and patted his shoulder gently.

"Your father would be proud Simba, you have honoured his memory well." His gentle voice whispered to him. Simba couldn't help but feel a small tear grow in his eye as he thought about it. He hoped with all his heart that he had done.

"However, this now leaves you as the rightful heir, does it not?" Rafiki said. It was more of a statement than a question.

"Surely I'm the King now, not the heir." Simba said, wondering if perhaps Rafiki had made a mistake in his choice of words.

"Ahhh, you would think. But no, not yet. You have to face a task Simba, a test of your ability to rule and your respect to the pride," corrected Rafiki, "Now this is a very old tradition and no one will question your reign either way so it is up to you whether you wish to do the tradition," Rafiki's face became suddenly dark and serious, "Choose carefully though, once started you will not be King until you have finished."

Simba nodded slowly, becoming aware that it was a decision that could be important. He thought for a couple moments and said, "Rafiki, you have been very trustworthy to the pride throughout your life so I ask you this, do you think I would be able to do the task?"

Rafiki's old and weathered face spread into a soft smile and he nodded softly, "Of course, of course. I have faith in you Simba and I believe you will pass. Would you care to know more about it before you accept?"

Simba nodded slowly, despite his undying wish to burst forward and begin he still wanted to know more about this secret tradition of which he had never heard about. His mind could not come up with a suitable answer.

"Very well," Rafiki said, his voice low and informative, "First you must mark each of the female's muzzle's to show that you are the dominant in the group and to show that you will be their guide, their protector and their leader."

Simba's eyes went a little wide at hearing this, he would be scent marking every female in the pride. He felt a primal surge inside him at the thought of dominating the females in such a way, leaving no doubt in their mind who their owner was.

"The second task is to relieve yourself in front of the females and each one will then kiss your tailhole and lick your dung log to show you that they respect you and that they accept you as their leader and will obey whatever orders you give."

By now Simba was struggling to hold back his sheath thinking about the way he could dominate the lionesses and make them submit to him in even the most foul ways, all his primal and feral urges to become the dominant male were happening and now he could have the females please him and submit any way he wanted them to.

"The third and final part is..." Rafiki was cut off mid sentence by Simba

"Look, Rafiki, it doesn't sound very difficult and I'll do it, but now I'm going to go celebrate." Simba tried to hide that the true reason was because he was eager to dominate the females and be shown that he was the dominant male by their efforts to please him and pleasure him.

Simba started to notice something was different when later in the evening Rafiki came back; this time however, he was followed by every lioness of the pride. Simba watched him closely, wondering to himself about what was happening. Soon curiosity got the better of him and he got up and walked over to the group. Raising a paw and then gently rapping it on Rafiki's shoulder he brought the baboon to his attention.

"Ah, there you are!" Rafiki exclaimed, "I've been looking for you. Are you ready to begin the tradition? Don't worry, the easy bit is today." The small baboon grinned madly and Simba began to wonder as to what it actually involved.

"Of course I'm ready" He asked, feeling rather awkward in front of the staring group of lionesses and not wanting to turn them down as he could see their excitement.

"Right, just to reiterate. The first thing you have to do is mark the muzzle of every female with a small amount of urine. This is to show that each belong to you and that you are dominant to every female in the group, it's a display of your new dominance." Rafiki explained to a rather nervous Simba.

Simba gulped a little as he thought about it. There was no denying the logic to it but he was a little worried as to the thought of whether they would like it, he didn't want to be a bad King by making them do something they wouldn't enjoy. However most had a happy smile and also most seemed fairly excited to have the opportunity. Perhaps they wanted him to dominate them.

With a gentle nod Simba moved forward to the front of the group of females, each one lowered their head to the floor allowing him easy access to their muzzle and also showing that they were submitting to their King. He felt his cock slip from his shaft and positioned himself so that the pink member was pointed at the top of the first female's muzzle. He bit down a little and let a small but pungent spurt of urine shoot from his tip. It struck her directly on her nose and instantly clung to her, leaving her smelling of his scent.

He grinned a little as she walked off knowing that now wherever she went the pride would know that she had been marked by him, everyone would know exactly what pride she came from and who she took her orders from. He felt empowered by the prospect of it. He moved to the second lioness and did the same to her, making sure to get her muzzle and make sure that she took it respectively. She did and he smiled at her too as she walked off to join the first female.

As he worked his way down the line he noticed how every female acted the same to his spurt of urine. None seemed at all disgusted by it and most seemed very bubbly and joyful as they joined the other females, the scent still strong on their muzzles. He began to realise that this was being seen as a privilege to have this done and that they were very happy to be marked.

He was running out of urine when he reached the end of the line. Smiling he turned to Rafiki and chuckled to him. "Well, shall we start stage two now?" He said with a smile.

The baboon shook his head and beamed back, "Not yet Simba, first things first, you need to finish marking ALL of the females."

Simba frowned slightly, wondering who could be left; he had marked all the females that were lined up in front of him. As he sat deep in thought, he felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning around he saw Sarabi behind him. "Missed me." She said, giggling to herself as she said it. Simba realised that he had forgotten to mark his mother and blushed a little to himself at the thought. Noticing this Sarabi smiled, "Don't act silly Simba, it's a tradition."

Following this she lowered her head to the soil like all the other females before her had, she shut her eyes and smiled to herself. Simba knew that he had to do it so he didn't waste time. He stepped over his mother's muzzle and fired a short burst of urine onto her snout as well. Satisfied that she was marked his mother sat up and walked over to the other females.

Simba smiled as well, realising that he was done. Another tap on his shoulder. He turned seeing that now Nala stood behind him. He groaned a little at the realisation that he'd forgotten his own mate in the mix up. She too lowered her muzzle and was marked like every other female in the group. Finished and having marked every female, Simba turned back to Rafiki.

Before he could even ask Rafiki butted in, "Now you have to go onto stage two of your trial Simba. Stage two is another one that requires almost no effort on your part. First you must relieve your bowels onto the floor, then the females will have to lick at first your tailhole and then your dung. This is to show that they will be obedient and they will follow your despite the orders you give and the way they must be carried out. It is another respect display to show that you are accepted as their new King." He said this as much to Simba as he did to the rest of the pride.

Simba blushed as he thought on this realising how dirty and distasteful it may seem. "But Rafiki, surely this would upset the females, making them taste my waste is not a way to show that I am a worthy leader."

Rafiki sighed, "Simba, none of the females here will dislike you for what you are doing, it is a tradition and they have done it for every King they have had. None of them will protest against it because it isn't their choice. Besides there is nothing I can do Simba, you have already chosen to start the ritual and as I said earlier you will not become King until you complete it."

Simba sighed and looked at the females, all of them still seemed happy and positive despite knowing what they had to do. It seemed to Simba that they enjoyed the ritual, for what reasons he could not fathom. Whether they liked the attention or being involved in the ritual or maybe they just liked what they were doing, he wasn't sure, all he knew is that they were eager and he had to finish the tradition before he became King.

He gave a long exhale before moving closer to the group, again he went to the front of the group and turned his back, squatting low in front of them. Looking over his shoulder he saw that the lionesses had begun to crowd around him and lower their heads, watching his rosy pink tailhole carefully, their eyes locked on his ring of flesh.

He grunted and began to force the clumps of dung from his bowels, feeling it slide through his insides quickly and travel closer to his hole. He tried to push all thoughts of the lionesses watching him do it to the back of his mind, hoping that he didn't get stage fright from the crowd behind him. He took a sharp intake of air through closed teeth and pushed down hard again, feeling his tailhole open slowly.

He could hear the soft lusty growls and excited chatter from behind him as the opening pink rosebud became replaced with the head of a thick log of dark brown dung. He smiled a little at the noises that the excited lionesses made as the log began to extend and droop under him, escaping the confines of his bowels and sagging earthward as he pushed it out. Soon the first log dropped as the tailhole formed back and tightened. It hit the floor with a soft splat and a few of the excited lionesses began to sniff inwards to get a whiff of the strong heady smell of his dung.

Simba kept pushing, feeling his crowd become more excited as log after log fell from his tailhole; soon he had made a pile that sat steaming behind him. The lionesses were becoming a little pushy, each one trying to get to the front of the queue. He looked over his shoulder and saw that a few were trying to cut in to get closer to the front.

"Do not start causing problems," he called back to them, "I am aware that you would all like to be near the front but there is no doubt in my mind that there is enough here to go around so if you'll all be patient then you'll all get a go." After he had said this they all shuffled into line obediently and none of them started any more trouble. He gave a quick smile thinking he could get used to that sort of level of obedience and respect.

Before he had a chance to call them forward he felt a warm wet tongue drag across his still dung stained tailhole. He bit into his lip and moaned a little, turning his head he looked down to see the lioness finish her long lick from bottom to top and smile at him. She then lowered her muzzle to the dung pile and dragged her tongue across the top eagerly, making her tongue a dark brown colour. She then smiled at Simba again showing off her brown tongue before slipping it back into her mouth to savour the taste. Then the next lioness moved forward to do the same, just as eager as the last one.

Each one gave him a dirty smile as she walked off to join the others who were now looking back and wishing for another go. He couldn't imagine the taste but he could smell it from where he was and it still smelt very putrid. He did wonder about the taste though but shook it off, knowing that it was most likely foul. Still at least the lionesses enjoyed it.

Finally it was Sarabi's turn. Again, she was very eager and quickly ran her tongue from the base to the top of his tailhole, purring deeply as she felt her tongue pass over the hole. Instead of stopping there she leaned in further, planting her lips against Simba's tailhole and slipping her tongue inside making Simba gasp and suppress a moan. She licked his insides clean for a moment and then lowered her muzzle to the slicked log and dragged her tongue across it, applying a steady amount of force to the log to make sure that it clung to her tongue and embedded the flavour in her mouth. She growled lustfully and licked her lips, walking off to join the other females who were chatting excitedly.

Nala took up her spot behind Simba and pushed her lips to his hole this time, making Simba jump a little in surprise. She ran her tongue slowly from the bottom to the top of his hole, swirling a little around his hole and diving her tongue inside. She was trying to give more pleasure than Sarabi did to show that she cared more for Simba, seeing as she was going to be his mate. Before she could finish licking Simba's tailhole clean, Rafiki interrupted and said "Now Nala. As you are to be his mate, you must finish the pile, to show that you, above everyone else, respect him."

Nala couldn't believe it, she looked at Rafiki with her mouth open and her tongue still buried inside of Simba's tailhole. Simba clenched as he heard it too, causing his tailhole to hold Nala's tongue in place and keep her locked to his tailhole. The only response was a chuckle from Rafiki. She gulped a little and when Simba finally unclenched and let her tongue go, she looked down at the still warm mound of dung. She couldn't believe that she was actually going to do it, but she knew she had to. Rafiki wandered over to her and whispered something into her ear. Instantly Simba saw her eyes change, she suddenly became more eager and happier to do it. She even smiled as she walked back to the dung.

She lowered her head to the floor and sniffed at the pile, the putrid earthy smell filling her nostrils and making her eyes water a little, leaning in she pushed her lips to the top of it, almost kissing the log. Simba watched in amazement as he saw her mouth open and spread over the log of dung, soon closing and enveloping the bitter earthy log. He gasped as she lifted her head up. He could see her lips smeared in the thick brown waste as she chewed on the hot log. Her eye screwed up as the strong taste clung to her mouth and made her almost gag.

Her mouth was now full of a warm paste like dung mixture that she had to force herself to swallow. She cringed as it travelled down her throat and into her belly, feeling dirty all the while. She persisted through it and lowered herself again taking another clump of the dung into her mouth, her lips now covered with the putrid faeces. Again she chewed and again Simba watched in amazement at what she was doing for him, unable to believe what was happening.

As she swallowed and went down to take the final bite, Simba realised that she was doing this for a reason. There was something Rafiki must have said that made her want to do this more than she initially did. He couldn't fathom what it was and soon became distracted as the final mouthful of pungent dung was swallowed and she stared into his eyes.

All she could say to him was "I love you Simba." then she nuzzled into the side on his cheek and purred deeply against him, making his cheek vibrate with her rumbling. He smiled and nuzzled her back, smelling just how strong the smell of dung really was and just how much she had put up with just for him. He beamed as he nuzzled her and after what felt like an eternity they broke apart.

Rafiki smiled and patted Simba's shoulder, "Go and rest now Simba, tomorrow we will start the final task that you have to complete before you are King. I have faith in you."

Simba walked into the cave, tired and still caught on the events of the day, he failed to notice Nala, lying in wait for him. The cave was nothing special, just a large sheltered floor on which he could spend the night accompanied by the echoed sounds of his snores and the dark distant walls of rock always hanging just out of view from him. On a night such as this he could sit near the entrance to the cave and watch the glistening stars, each one whispering out a story in a language that he did not know.

The moon was bright and dominated the night sky, like a blotch of paint on an otherwise clean piece of paper it seemed so out of place and yet still it seemed so right that it was there. Simba had never worked his mind around the meaning or the reasons for the sky at night or the moon or the calm that spread through his body as the soft chill of the night breeze trickled through his mane. He never wished to know either. He was happy just guessing.

From the shadows Nala could see the small smile that spread across Simba's face, like a gentle breeze to a sea struck ship, it calmed her. She assumed he was remembering the day that he had had. Despite all her instincts that the dung would taste bad she still could not decide if it had or not, a little twinge at the back of her mind told her she was mad but one the other side it told her it was great and it left her with a little sparkle inside knowing what she had done.

She stepped from the shadows, her long elegant tail swaying behind her slowly and seductively as she approached her King.

"Been thinking about me?" She smiled and sat herself down next to him. She made sure that they were close together, sharing their warmth as the cool air blew in through the cave entrance. She began to slowly rub her cheek against his neck, leaning over and letting herself rest upon his larger form.

He gave her a tired smile, "Aren't I always?" He locked eyes with his lioness, watching her every move in the romantic light of the moon and the stars. Despite the recent occurrences he knew that he would never lose his love for her. And despite losing his father he had never felt closer to anyone than he did now. He leaned back towards her, and rubbed his nose into her warm golden fur, his deep rumbling purrs making her giggle and purr back.

"It's beautiful isn't it?" She said, moving her gaze to the vast abyss of stars and night sky above them. Her statement was short and sweet, complimented by her soft melodic voice. He looked over at her, watching her emerald green eyes gaze in awe up at the sparkling sea of lights. He brushed his nose over her neck again.

"I suppose so, but I think you are much more beautiful." He smiled and nuzzled softly at her cheek, blushing a little at how corny the line sounded even to him.

He saw her blush a little under the gold of her fur and then without warning she stood up and began to walk to the back of the cave. He just watched her go, her voluptuous hide swaying gently as she walked, and her tail swinging almost enough that he could see under it. His eyes never left her rump until he noticed that she had stopped and was now looking back at him.

"Aren't you coming?" She asked in a husky voice riddled with lust, "I thought my King might want a little treatment from his loyal subject." With that she gave a quick flick of her tail and turned to keep walking. It wasn't long before Simba followed suit, leaving the picturesque landscape for other admirers. Simba had found something far better to lay his eyes upon.

Reaching the back of the cave he could see the love of his life sprawled out upon her back. Spread eagle and ready, she lay in wait for her King to come and whisk her away in ecstasy. Looking down at the warm pink slit, Simba began to drool. The thoughts of the day left his head as the sight of his mate took over his mind and a primal and all out feral mindset came into play.

He took the final few steps to close the gap between them and lay his paw on her chest, pinning her under his superior weight and strength. She squirmed playfully, hardly able to wait for her mate to take her and save her from her lustful pain. She could almost feel it now as she had many times before but the events of the day had made her so desperate to have her King that night, she knew Simba wouldn't fail to deliver.

He laid himself atop of her sliding his paw from her chest up slowly to the side of her head, brushing it softly past her ear and back again to the base of her neck. With a low lustful growl he thrust his hips forward, the full length of his feline cock penetrating her and hilting deep inside of her folds. She cried out at the sudden shock and splitting pain from such a forceful intrusion, but she quickly recovered, wrapping her legs around Simba's back to hold them together in a tight lock.

Simba had just enough room to slide his cock out until just the tip was left inside of her dripping folds. He was becoming misty in the head at the aroma that now began to fill the room. He knew that it was their scents that they were now secreting as they played in the peak of their libido; each breath he drew now spurred him on faster and stronger than before and he was already slamming into his screaming lioness.

Nala began to cringe and bite down on her tongue as each ramming thrust spread her wide and dug its way into her canal. She could barely hold back from begging. She was becoming stuck in an ecstasy fuelled limbo, desperate to go over the edge but never really wanting this to stop. She was now starting to slam her hips back against his speeding up the thrusting and making her moan again.

Simba was getting close now, feeling his balls tighten as he took his mate under the dark roof of the cave, his cock was throbbing from the memories of the day and the thought of his mate enjoying the very waste he produced. He no longer felt himself thrusting and it became an automatic response, his body taking over as his mind wandered off into deep fantasies that he had from years of imagining.

A shiver went up Nala's spine as she heard the resounding splat noise that came with each hilt that she took, some of the liquid beginning to drip down her and cover Simba's crotch. Simba didn't mind though, he was too lost in the height of his libido at that moment, and would hardly have noticed if it wasn't for the fact that it was his mate that was stuck in his mind. He had always loved her and since he had turned of age he knew that he could have no other mate but her. As he grew he realised that he would start to see her in dreams and that dreams always became more and more sexual.

Now Simba had the real thing and he never wanted to let her go but he couldn't hold back much longer. Driving into her wet slit with the force that he was using was making him precariously close to tipping over the edge and filling her with his seed. Nala too was hanging on the edge, she was surprised that she hadn't gone over yet but every second she didn't felt like heaven for her. Her paw began to scratch softly at Simba's chest as he groaned out above her, his cock already pulsing inside her warm wet grasp.

With no chance of holding back any longer, Simba gave in first. Moaning loudly he thrust one final time into Nala's cunny and he felt a strong spurt of hot seed leave the tip of his shaft. He came for what felt like a lifetime into Nala's folds, filling her with his cum and making her moan with each stream that left his cock. He panted through his orgasm, not feeling half as tired as he should have been.

Nala felt herself tip as the final shot of cum entered into her hole, she felt so hot and full as her tunnel walls began to clench around Simba's softening and overly sensitive member. He grimaced as she squirted some of her warm juices out around his still throbbing cock and cried out loud enough that the walls reverberated the sound way after she had finished calling out.

For a minute they sat there in each other's grasp, enjoying the company of each other's warm bodies. Their fur shone with a slight coating of sweat as they panted the cool night air. Simba slowly pulled out of his mate, purring as he saw the messy state that Nala's pussy was left in, their juices had mixed and formed a thick whitish liquid that soaked her folds and made her pink flesh sparkle as the juices reflected what light there was.

Nala stood and pointed her backside towards Simba. Lifting her tail high, she presented him with her tight red sphincter and shook her furry behind at him gleefully. She looked back over her shoulder and winked at him. "You don't think we're done yet, do you?" She asked playfully.

Simba's grin widened and he stepped closer to Nala, so close that he could smell every change in scent as she became more and more turned on with each passing moment. He jumped onto her back and pointed his pink cock at her tailhole this time, making her jump at the warm prod she received. She couldn't help but feel a slight bit of worry as he poked her with his enormous shaft. She was inexperienced at anal sex but at the moment she was too eager to give up the chance to try it.

Simba pushes forward, slower this time out of compassion for his mate and empathy for her position. He knew that she was most likely afraid to take him in her tailhole because she had rarely ever done it before. This led him to keep his pace slow but that didn't mean he wasn't going deep. He continued to push until her tailhole was filled by all of his cock and from the look on her face she was just about full.

She was now grunting with each inch that was slid inside her, trying to relax herself to make it as easy as it could be. She gasped as she finally felt his large weighted balls hit her backside, making her draw a sharp intake of air to ready herself. Simba gave her a minute to get used to his size and girth before he would continue.

Turning her head over her shoulder, Nala looked him right in the eyes and smiled, moments like these always revitalised her love for her large lion and she knew that she could never love another. She edged her muzzle closer to his and pressed her lips to his. Taken by surprise Simba was at the mercy of her prying tongue. He gasped quietly as he caught the hint of a bitter taste on his tongue and he could hear her chuckle softly as she knew that she hadn't cleaned her mouth since she had eaten his pile earlier.

He didn't dislike the taste but it was a bit strong for his liking. Still he was so horny at the moment and he was so pulled in by his love for her that he didn't pay much attention to it and wrapping his tongue around Nala's he began to slide back out. The feeling of emptiness that the shaft left in her as she left made her moan around his tongue. Each second it left her she willed it back until soon just the very tip was in.

She moaned again, begging in her own way for the cock to re-enter her and to take her like he had done before. Sensing that his love was now searching for something to fill her hole, Simba decided to give in and drove his cock back in to the sound of a grunting lioness. He smiled around the dirty kiss and started the process again, starting a decent rhythm and making his Queen beg for every inch that she got.

He couldn't believe how tight her tailhole was, it was even tighter than her pussy but the only downside was the lack of natural lubrication. Luckily their earlier escapade had left Simba with a rather slick and lubed shaft meaning that no painful friction was caused. For minutes they stayed with their lips together and their tongues dancing upon each other, entwined like a pair of spinning vines.

Simba's pace never slowed as his love for her in that moment never faded and soon he was on his way to a second more powerful orgasm. The first had been a quick and meaningless romp to lower their sex drive but this was a display of their love and closeness and Simba was going to finish off with a bang. Reaching under his mate he slid one digit from his paw into her folds and wriggled it around inside her wet hole.

Nala gasped again and moaned around Simba's tongue as he began to slip a second digit into her lubed hole, already close to coming from the stimulation in her tailhole. She clenched her tailhole suddenly making Simba grunt loudly, his cock becoming squeezed like it was in a vice. His sense of urgency suddenly rose and he almost shot right then but managed to calm himself and he forced his paw and digits to work faster and deeper inside his mate.

This time it was Nala who lost control first, her body shaking under Simba's as she felt hot juices run from her pussy and drip all over Simba's paw covering it in the hot sticky liquid. She moaned long and softly into Simba's mouth as she came and in a natural reaction her tailhole clenched again and again like her canal had done earlier, squeezing down on Simba's member and forcing him to finish too.

As he toppled over the edge Simba rammed hard to the hilt, making Nala cry out in shock at the force of which he drove in, shooting his hot stringy cum into her hot tailhole, soaking her insides a pearly white. Each shot seemed to soak deeper inside her and above her Nala could hear her King roaring out as he claimed her to be his. There was nothing else she had ever wanted more than that.

He pulled out almost instantly after finishing and laid himself upon the ground, his body spent of all its energy. Close behind was Nala as she collapsed next to him. Both were panting and unable to talk through the need for air but both could tell from a glance how much the other loved them. With nary a word spoke between them they lay their heads down and shut their eyes, falling asleep with a grin on their faces. Simba was nearing the end of his challenges, and he was unaware how difficult they would be to complete.

He awoke in the morning with a smile on his face, recalling the wonderful night he had spent with his love last night. He rolled over intending to wake her with a little encore from the night before but found that she was nowhere to be seen. He thought it strange that she had left early in the morning but he didn't dwell on it, she was most likely thirsty and had gotten up to go and have a drink from the nearby watering hole.

He lay for a few more minutes before the memories of the day before came back to him, he remembered that he still hadn't finished with the tasks that Rafiki had set him. He wasn't worried though; yesterday he hadn't had to do a thing except release his bowels so how hard could the rest be.

With a smile on his face and a spring in his step he arose from the cold rock and headed towards the cave mouth. As he neared the mouth he saw Sarabi inside his cave, almost a silhouette against the bright blue hue of the morning sky. He smiled as the sounds of a fresh dawn trickled in on the cool breeze, filling his ears with sounds of happy animals and warm weather. It looked like it was going to be a great day for him.

Before he could greet Sarabi he caught her smiling at him, and before he could say anything she turned her back to him and lifted her tail high, raising it high above her head to show off her tailhole. It reminded Simba of Nala's when she presented herself like it yesterday and try as he might, he could not shake the image from his head.

"What're you doing?" He managed to spit out after staring at her for over a minute in silence.

The sound of someone entering the cave made Simba turn his head, removing his mind from the matter for a short instance. He could make out the shape of his old friend Rafiki coming into the cave. He looked at Simba and the shock that still hung on his face, then he looked to Sarabi who still had her tail high in the air and was smirking at Rafiki.

With a cheerful swing in his voice Rafiki called out to Simba, "I see you are starting the next stage to becoming King."

"What do you mean? I haven't started anything, I've only just woken up." his voice laden with confusion and a small hint of fear that Rafiki noticed.

"Do not be afraid Simba and allow me to inform you. This is the third and final stage of the trial. To pass this you must ingest the bowel movements of every lioness in the pride," he could see that Simba was about to cry out again so he held his hand up to stop him, "Let me finish, you must ingest every lioness' bowel movements as they did to yours to show your respect for them as they have shown it to you. Also it is to show that the pride is not your own toy and if you wish to use it for your own sexual gains then you too must be willing to let the pride use you for its own gain."

Simba's face dropped, "But, I can't do that" he stuttered and was unable to come up with a stronger argument.

"Simba," Sarabi now spoke up, "As a mother I had to learn to ingest your bowel movements and clean you up, and yesterday everyone saw that Nala can do it too. If we can do it then so can you. You just have to take it a piece at a time."

Simba dropped his head and nodded slightly. It made sense. He wasn't happy about it but he was never going to be King until he finished the trial. Looking up again he noticed that Rafiki had left, most likely to give them some privacy. He walked over to behind his mother and slowly pursed his lips against her tailhole. He opened his mouth and waited for the movement to begin.

He could hear a soft grunt and a small blast of hot pungent air hit his muzzle making him cringe at the smell. Shortly afterwards, Sarabi's tailhole opened up in front of him and the dark emptiness left was filled by a log of steaming brown mess. Simba moved his mouth forward hoping to swallow without tasting but as the log sagged into his mouth it dragged across his taste buds.

He had never thought that it would taste as strong and earthy as it had done, even the small taste he had gotten off of Nala's tongue last night wasn't anything to how the taste clung to the surface of his tongue and made his spittle brown. He pulled back getting half of the foul log into his mouth. The other half dropped onto the floor and hit with a dull splat. Simba groaned around the log that sat in his mouth and tried to swallow it but couldn't. He was forced to chew the dense log until it squashed into a disgusting paste inside his mouth.

He finally managed to swallow the clump of dung and screwed up his face in a distasteful manner. Looking round Sarabi giggled watching the look on his face as she told him that he had to eat every single piece if he wanted it to count. With a begrudging look on his face and a rumbling in his stomach he lowered his muzzle to the floor and held his breath. Picking the still warm log up in his maw he chewed it like he had the last and swallowed the foul tasting lump of lioness waste.

He sighed and felt a slight wave of relief as he realised that he had already done one lioness and that he should be able to do the rest without too much trouble. That was until he heard another splat, a louder one this time. He looked down to see that Sarabi had forced another longer log out onto the floor in front of him and he knew that this was also meant for him to eat.

Groaning in aggravation he lowered his muzzle to the floor and chewed at the rank pungent log until his lips were stained brown and his mouth was clammy with chunks of hot dung that held fast inside his mouth. As he swallowed the last of the log he noticed that Sarabi had still not lowered her tail. He looked at her with desperation on his face hoping that she didn't have any more.

Sarabi giggled and looked back at his slightly brown muzzle. She shook her rump right in his face and said "Well, aren't you going to clean me up?"

Simba sighed, there was no use fighting it. He moved his mouth forward again to her tailhole and ran his tongue gently from bottom to top over her dirty pucker. It didn't taste too bad to him after the chunks of scat he had just eaten but he could feel the few clumps stick to his tongue which made his body shiver in response to what he was doing and make his stomach jump as though it were about to get rid of it, but he managed to hold it down.

"Clean the inside too, Simba." Sarabi's voice rung over him.

He slipped his tongue inside of her tight and gassy tailhole, his lips pursing against her rump to give his tongue deeper access into the tight crevice. He lapped at every wall he could reach with his tongue and swallowed every clump of dung that he could, making sure that her insides were cleaner than they had ever been before pulling back and lowering his muzzle in embarrassment at what he had done.

"See, that wasn't too bad. Now all you have to do is go and do that to the rest of the lionesses in the pride and you'll be as good as King," Sarabi smiled and hugged Simba close to him, smelling the unavoidable smell she had left on him, "I'm proud of you my King." With that she stood up and left the cave leaving Simba to dwell on his next plan of action. His first idea was a drink from the watering hole to clean his mouth.

As he lapped at the water he couldn't help but notice a few of the females were watching him and smiling to him, as if they knew what he had to do. He grunted and looked back at the water. So far he had been unable to remove the brown tint from his saliva or remove the hideous after taste that had begun to make cringe at each swallow he took. He knew there were quite a few females left and that this taste would accompany him through the rest of the trial, a thought which he could hardly bare, already he was considering trying to call off the trial but he knew Rafiki, and Rafiki wouldn't allow it. He groaned a little to himself and headed over to the group of females, his pride already hurting from what he now had to do.

He wondered if they had the same lust and kick from the act of dominating someone like this, just as he had had the day before. Plus he couldn't help but think that they had known all along, including Nala. He remembered their smiles and their willingness to put up with it yesterday, he was sure that they must have known that they would get their chance to get back at him and show him what it's like. Silently he cursed his quick tongue; if he had listened to Rafiki in the first place then he wouldn't have to do this.

He reached the beaming group of lionesses and felt himself already starting to blush under his soft fur. He tried to talk to them but was unable to, his body and mind not working and stopping him from saying what he was going to say. Luckily one of the older lionesses stepped forward as she recognised his initial fear.

Stepping forward in front of the rest of the group, she smiled at Simba in a reassuring manner, and then turned to lift her tail like Sarabi had done to him earlier. Swallowing his pride in a long hard gulp, Simba leaned forwards, his muzzle making contact with the lioness' pink hole. He could feel it flex in front of him and he could tell that the lionesses were watching eagerly even though his eyes were screwed shut. He forced himself to open his muzzle, hoping that maybe the taste wouldn't be as bad as his mother's had been.

The tailhole began to gape and from it slid a log of warm lioness dung, much like Sarabi's and, like Sarabi's, it had dropped into his mouth with a sting of taste. He had been wrong, it had tasted just like his mother's and just as pungent as he could remember, sticking to his teeth and tongue as he tried to swallow it down. Not wanting to eat from the floor he rushed himself to finish the piece before its predecessor followed suit.

Unfortunately for him he chewed a little too slowly and did not pay attention to the lioness as much as he should have. While he was still trying to swallow the clammy and bitter paste, the lioness in front of him had moved her tailhole ever so slightly so it now hung over his nose. Pushing down again her tailhole re-opened and forced another hot log of steaming lioness dung onto Simba's unsuspecting nose. Simba noticed too late as it smeared onto his nose and muzzle, marring his golden fur a dirty brown. He knew the smell would be hard to wash out as it flooded his nose with renewed strength and pungency.

He finally swallowed the log down and watched the lioness pull away from him, she turned and looked at the mess she had left on top of his maw. It was an embarrassing moment for Simba as he knew that he had to tolerate this until he got his position as King, but he knew if all the lionesses were like this, and everyone had bowels as large as they had been so far, it would be a difficult task ahead. Especially when the lionesses all seemed to smile at him as though, they too, had something planned.

The next lioness to step up was slightly smaller but she was sleek and she prowled towards him. He was sure that she was one of the top hunters in the pride and someone who would be a very useful ally if he could please her here. As she reached him, she stood along side him before bumping his flank with hers. The unexpected move caught Simba off guard and he fell onto his side. With a grin on her face, the lioness began to straddle him, lowering her tailhole to his lips. Slightly confused but not about to go asking questions, Simba decided that he would have to ride all of these out much in the way that he had with the last lioness.

Opening his muzzle Simba waited to be given his meal. However before he did he felt a tongue probe at his cock. Looking down himself he could see the lioness clearly having her way with him as he rough feline tongue lapped at his hardening shaft. He moaned quietly as she made him fully exposed to the group, pleasuring him as she wished. Above him he could feel the familiar twinge in her tailhole and seconds later it opened up like a blossoming bud. Instead of a flower though a much fouler substance brushed Simba's lips.

He could feel the lioness wrap her agile tongue around his shaft and suckle on it's tip gently. His cock spurting pre into her muzzle and making her purr around his cock, the noise sending pleasuring waves up his shaft. His mouth was filled with her disgusting muck that he was forced to chew, the dark brown dung covering his lips as he played with it in his mouth. The taste had now begun to sting less and he was quickly getting used to it.

He grunted and thrust upwards a little bit while still trying to finish his task. He was struggling though. She had a hefty load and it was flowing out a little too far, making a pile in his mouth that was difficult for him to chew, every time he tried a little fell out onto his chest. He had enough troubles with the dung pile but the lioness' tongue was very skilled as she worked his shaft thoroughly making sure that each sensitive spot was lavished with her rough and dexterous tongue. She could hear him moaning through the dung and she smiled to herself knowing that it was working, she had always wanted to try this and had no bad intentions, she just enjoyed the idea of scat play and now seemed as fitting time as any to try it out.

Finally, Simba couldn't hold back any longer. His balls tightened under him and his cock twitched in her mouth but she held it tight in her lips. Thick streams of lion seed hit the back of her throat as hot clumps of dung fell down his. Both of them moaned through the orgasm and soon the lioness lifted her head, licking the tip of Simba's cock for any left over salty cum. She the lifted her rump from Simba's muzzle smiled once more at him and then wandered back over to the sniggering group.

His mouth was horribly clammy and he could hardly get a mouthful of saliva as he struggled to swallow the sticky mess inside his mouth. His stomach growled and grumbled in retaliation at his latest meals and it tightened to give him a painful cramp but he knew that he had to fight his way past it if he was to become King. The next lioness to step forward looked younger. Not too young but she looked as though she was a young adult. She gave him a sympathetic smile as she came close to him seeing the mess smeared on his muzzle and the look of discomfort on his maw.

"Don't worry," she told him, giving him an innocent smile, "I'll help you wash it down."

She lifted her tail like the others had and began to feed him her mess. She wasn't nearly as full as the others as she fed him and for that he was happy and by now he was totally obedient to the lionesses. He pushed onwards to finish her dung as his nose and mouth filled with the less powerful stench and the less bitter taste. She only gave him one log before she stopped making sure that he was okay eating it, but he eagerly chewed it down happy to finally have promise of an easier way of passing the trial and taking the lioness' dung.

She smiled another heart warming smile at him over her shoulder before rearranging herself in front of him. She moved herself upwards, making her pink cunny rub against his muzzle. She gave him no chance to react and forced her bladder out onto his lips, soaking his muzzle with her acrid smelling pee. He looked downwards at the stream before finally grasping the idea and very slowly and tentatively he opened his mouth. Instantly his mouth flooded with her bitter drink, the flowing golden nectar hitting his tongue and making it itch. It mixed with the dung pieces that were stuck to the surfaces in his mouth and it added them to them mix. He swallowed on instinct as his mouth became too full and he felt his belly warm with the hot liquid waste.

The stream continued for a while and Simba kept on swallowing, feeling his maw washed from any remaining waste and soon he felt his mouth clean. Soon the waste was almost all gone and he had less of the horrible after taste. When the stream finally ended Simba thanked the lioness with a lick across her dripping lips and a quick clean around the outside.

Simba spent the next few days helping to tend to the needs of the lionesses, in between breaks for water and other food to take the taste away from his battered taste buds before he had finally made it round all of them. Exhausted and bloated he returned to the cave on the final night and rested. Dreams of proper food and being King filled his mind as he slept throughout the night.

When morning came, it was all too early for the tired and still bloated Simba. He rubbed his eyes and went to the top of Pride Rock to look out of the land and the animals. They were all going about their everyday life but now they had a King standing over them, watching and guarding them until the time of his reign's end.

"You're not finished yet Simba."

The voice behind him made his heart sink to the floor. Turning around confirmed his biggest fears. Rafiki now stood in front looking very seriously at Simba and not looking in the slightest like he might be joking.

"It is no harder than what you have already done so do not waste your time on petty complaints," Rafiki told him sternly, "Now all you have to do to finally complete the trial is like the last task but you must spend the entire day ingesting the wastes of the lionesses. The day you can eat from all the lionesses waste is the day you will be King."

Simba was stuck fast in shock at what he heard. He had only just managed to eat all of them in the few days that it took him. He couldn't fight back, but he couldn't believe what he had to do. It was too hard. Completely struck down, he stood there for what seemed like millennia, by the time that he moved Rafiki had long left, leaving with his luck wishing falling on deaf ears.

Simba wasn't sure what it was but something inside of him stirred, it wasn't anger but it pumped him up like he was angry. He didn't hate or resent anything but he was filled with the strive to push himself on, he was filled with the aggression towards the situation that he began to convince himself that he could do it. His mind swam with the idea of it, he was afloat a chemical imbalance in his brain that drove him on. A chemical balance well known as determination.

Simba lay awake. Mess was smeared on his muzzle and his stomach was growling in pain and had grown to almost double the size. He was still ridden with determination but the last 3 days had been failures. He was getting closer and he could almost feel it but so far he hadn't managed to do it. 'Tomorrow' he thought 'Tomorrow will be the day that I do this. Tomorrow will be the day that I become King.'

He was now walking towards the group of lionesses and knowing that today would be his best chance to complete the task. His heavy stomach was aching from his earlier toils, and his mouth had all but given up trying to stop him from eating the waste. The lionesses knew he was struggling with the task and they tried to help as much as they could, by giving him their pee to drink and wash down the scat and they'd not force lots of dung into him either. They still respected and cared for him but knew that he wouldn't be King until he finally completed the final task.

It started as usual with a few stepping forward and taking turns to feed Simba with a mouthful of their rotten waste. Simba had become so accustomed to the taste that he could almost tell who it was who was feeding him just by the taste of what they pushed into his muzzle. The taste was no longer bad to him and no longer made him mouth cry out as he tried to eat it but it still had a twinge to let him know what he had and it always reminded him.

The tangy taste of the lioness' urine seemed to linger more than the scat did now, perhaps because he received it less often but it was a taste that he couldn't say he disliked as it left a dirty but rather interesting after taste in his maw. Nevertheless he knew that it would be a while before he could try anything like it again after he became King.

His muzzle had now lost its shine and had become marred with a brown and yellow hue that made him look scruffy and discoloured. He was beginning to remember what real food tasted like, what meat felt like as you took a bite, he would often find himself ebbing off during the day imagining himself biting down on a juicy chewy piece of meat. That wouldn't happen though. Not unless he could complete this day.

He was already part way through the group when Nala stepped up. She seemed eager to release herself and so she had been allowed to go to the front of the group. She flicked her tail up above her head, shaking her rump at the same time towards Simba, trying to coax a smile out of him, but his mind was far too busy trying to figure out how to get by the rest of the day and get round every female. It was possible, he was sure that it was.

He moved up behind Nala and placed his lips to her hole, secretly wishing her to hurry up so that he could move on to the next. He vowed to make it up to her later after it was all over but for now he needed her to be quick. And quick she was. She grunted and squeezed down on her bowels, forcing her tailhole to open and the light brown sludge to start slipping out. It slid efficiently into Simba's awaiting mouth, filling it quickly with a single log which folded back on itself to hang just over his lip as it sat in his mouth. He chewed madly at the soft log, no longer tasting its earthy taste.

It was then that a strange smell caught Simba's nose, and whilst he was chewing he looked down at his nose. Just below it he could see Nala's cunny and he could now tell what the source of the smell was. She was aroused. Her pink entrance was puffed slightly and dripping its viscous liquid down the back of her legs, it beginning to trail a noticeable streak down to the floor. Simba went wide eyed at this realising that she was becoming more and more aroused for using Simba in this way. He could hardly believe it but at the back of his mind he was slightly relieved.

He was glad that they could continue this sometime in the future with just him and Nala. He now knew that Nala loved it and he wanted to please her and make her happy and if being her toilet was the way to do it then that is what he would do. It wasn't as if he struggled with it any more, the only thing he couldn't do was all the lionesses in one day. Having one to himself would be more than possible and would make for a very interesting and kinky love life. This thought, the thought of returning with his mate and living happily together spurred him on more than anything and his heart filled with the passion to do this for her, so that they may live a comforted life.

It neared the end of the day. The sun's last golden hue was setting over the western horizon leaving a long shadow-filled plain doused in a red orange glimmer. Standing alone atop a tall rock known as Pride Rock stood one lion. Before him there were many thousands of animals who had gathered there that evening. The elephants stamped, the lions roared and the many other animals stamped and cheered at the top of their lungs. He stood above them with an almost deity-like stance and they looked on in awed as he lifted his head to the heavens and roared an almighty roar which shook the rock to the core. His task had been tough and it had been long. It had taken its toll on his body and he knew that it would be tough to revert back to the way he was. But he gained a lot from it too. He gained respect. He gained love and companionship. But most importantly to him he had gained the Pride and had now truly fulfilled his destiny and that of his father. He now stood before them, not as a lion. But as a King.