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The Lion King

Part 3

Written by: Dark_Writer

Commissioned by: Hasani

Cold wetness grabbed at his senses and refused to let go, shaking him awake from the darkness. His eyes fluttered, until he tried to open them and caught an eyeful of bright sunlight and cold water.

"AHH! What the..." The lion caught his tongue and rubbed his eyes gently to try to relieve their pain. The sound of whispered voices reached his ears and forced his head around to see them. He still couldn't see them very well, although he saw big white teeth sticking of the bigger male's mouth. He sits down weakly and gasped in surprise when he felt soft grass underneath him. If these men were going to kill him he'd be in no condition to fight them off...not that he would want to anyway, his whole life as he knew it is gone.

"You okay, Kid?"

The smaller male asked and Simba recognized his voice as one of the voice he heard before he lost consciousness in the vulture's lair. So the other male must belong to the other voice. Checking himself for any physical injuries...and then remembering the hard fuck those damn vultures gave him the once proud prince weakly replies, "I guess so."

Then the other voice from the vulture's lair came from the other larger male, as Simba's blurred vision began to become clear again. "You nearly died out there."

"Until I saved you." The other male snort angrily at the smaller one, as if he was about to pound some sense into him, until he sighed, "Well, uh, Pumba helped." Simba saw the warthog smile confidently and felt a weak smile cross his face as these two interacted with one another. "A little."

As fast as the weak smile came it was beaten down by his guilt and depression and he once again was swallowed by it. Pulling himself up onto his feet, he dully offers while letting himself adjust to standing again, "Thanks for your help, guys." Then the lion did something unexpected to his two rescuers...he turned his back on them and started slowly walking away from the oasis and back into the fires of the desert.

"And where, pray tell, do you think you're going?"

Without turning around to see that the two men were exchanging knowing glances and sneers as they watched those hot lion buns move and flex with his strides, he replies, "Nowhere."

Timon crossed his arms over his chest, never having heard a voice sound so crushed...as if the very idea of staying alive was too much to deal with. Never taking his eyes from the defeated feline, he whispers to his buddy, "Gee, Pumba, you ever seen anyone look so blue?"

Now the warthog was by no means an idiot, but what he did have was a short attention span. After the lion had thanked them for their help a bright butterfly flew into his view and his mind zoned out everything else around him. Then the butterfly flew away, much to his disappointment and then he heard the last few words of what Timon had said. He glanced at the lion, and answers back to the question, "I'd say he looks more like a golden brown."

"What?" Timon signed in frustration, he knew Pumba had a tiny attention span and the only way he could carry on a full conversation with the big lug, was to touch him. He walks over and puts his small hand on Pumba's chest. The chest felt soft, but had a hard underneath. Pumba was a man somewhere between being fat and muscled, and Timon groped at his soft chest to get his attention. "No, no, no, you half a meatball. I mean he's depressed."

"Oh." Throwing his head back so his thick black hair fell behind his head, he almost looked as if he was trotting over to the lion and got in front of him. Grinning wide, the big guy is trying his best to cheer up the little (to him) lion. "Hey kid, tell me, what's eatin' ya?"

Now that the big warthog was standing before him, Simba clearly noticed that he lacked any kind of clothing at all. The lion's eyes traveled over the hog's body and noticed that he is big, but there are muscles barely discernible, but they're there. And while that sexy muscled gut of his was blocking the view of his privates...the warm air had no problem wafting his thick musk up to his nostrils.

Timon walked up and wanted to break the lion's tension too, so playing off of his friend's question he replied, "Nothing; he's at the top of the food chain!" The meerkat begins to laugh hysterically at his own joke as he often did, because Pumba was just too distracted sometimes to laugh. "The food cha-haain!" Simba and Pumba turn silently to Timon, who is continuing to laugh, with slightly furrowed brows...though Pumba's more than Simba's. "Ha ha hum...ahem." Realizing his joke just flopped, Timon sighed and leaned on Simba, "So kid you've seen where we come from. What about you, where ARE you from...?"

Guilt bit down on his heart again and the lion fell to his knees, a few tears sliding silently from his eyes. His voice is forced through gritted teeth as he tries not to remember what brought him to this place, "Do you really care? All I know is...I can't go back."

Now it was Timon's turn to feel guilty as he looked at the lion, fighting back some serious depression. The meerkat chuckled and softly slapped the young lion's back, "So you're an outcast! That's great! Eh...so to speak. So are we."

Without thinking to hard about it, Pumba asks, "So what'd ya do, kid?" This earned him a stern look from Timon, who has told him not to ask questions like that...a man's past in his own to know.

Simba closed his eyes and tried to force the memories back down, but they flooded back anyway. His father, Mufasa, was being carried away like some common criminal. He should've done something to prove his innocence, but instead he let his fear hold his body still. Finally he choked out weakly, "Something terrible. But I don't wanna talk about it."

Trying to change the subject from the lion's past as he hated to see people so upset, Timon hurriedly replies, "That's good. We don't need to hear about it."

Being so naïve, Pumba glanced at Timon, "Come on, Timon." The big lug turns back to the lion and wrapped one of his long soft muscled arms around his shoulders, questions, "Ain't there anything we can do to help you, little guy?"

It crushes Pumba to feel the lion doesn't even pull away from the obviously unwanted touch; he just stands there looking sad & angry. His voice flares up a bit as his anger is rising; painting the tone in an undertone of red, "Not unless either of you two can change the past."

Pumba laughed, trying to lighten the mood and knew just how to do it. Once again he set himself up as the dumb lovable guy, happily stating matter-of-factly, "You know, kid, in times like this my other little buddy Timon here says, 'You got to put your behind in your past...' Wait, that's not right."

"No. No. No." Looking at Simba who weakly smiled down at his five foot tall frame as he jabs a thumb back at his warthog friend, "Forgive him he's an amateur." The meerkat turned to Pumba and chuckled out, "Why do you lie down before you hurt yourself." The small male turned once more to Simba with a sigh, wanting to help this lion forget his obviously painful past in hopes that his help might be reward with him not being eaten, "It goes 'Ya got to put your past behind ya.' Look, kid. Bad things happen...and you can't do anything about it...right?"

"Right."

Timon laughed and poked Simba right in his nose to get the apathetic lion to pay attention, "Wrong! When the world turns its back on you, you just turn your back on the world."

Lowering his head, he stared at the ground with the guilt feeling heavier and heavier around his heart. "Well, that's not exactly what I was taught."

Timon cracked his knuckles and back flipped towards a nearby rock, standing triumphantly atop it. He looked down at the lion, his package stood out from his trim muscular body. He coolly countered, "Well then, maybe you need a new lesson. " The meerkat sits on the rock and raised his hand like a conductor at a symphony, "Repeat after me," Clearing his throat before continuing, "Hakuna Matata."

Simba looked up at the proud meerkat and wanted that pride for himself. He used to be like him, but his cowardice cost his people their king and now was here. His voice still seemed as broken as his spirit as he asked Timon, with a kind of tranquil depression, "What?"

Pumba, being the more sensuous one between the two wrapped an arm and Simba and pulled him into half a hug, "Ha-ku-na Ma-ta-ta. Simple right? It just means, 'No worries', you know?"

"No worries, huh? It's that easy for you guys?"

Timon leaned back and propped himself up on his elbows, Simba could now see the underlying muscles and tight features of the smaller of his rescuers, "Jeez, life really the beat the crap out you, didn't it? It's easy for everyone..."

"...yeah, alls you got is forget the past and live in the present like we do." Pumba added as he picked the lion to his feet, dusting him off.

"I don't think I can do that with my past." Simba looks down to the ground, sulking even more at the thought of just 'dropping it'.

Timon rolls his eyes, "Boy all this negativity is bring everyone down." He jumps off the rock and pulls Simba over it. "Sit down, kid," the meerkat didn't have to push too hard for the lion to sit down on the cool rock, "there you go. Now just relax, ok?"

Simba was barely noticing the small pushy man kneeling before him, his mind was elsewhere. But it only took one firm lick across that fat sheath to grab and command his attention. The lick was strong, but seemed gentle and genuine, so Simba welcomed it. That large flat tongue dips into the sheath and drags his cock out of it and then the tongue around his dick became a mouth. The lion moaned softly as his endowment flushed with blood and his body began feeling the heat from his lusts...instead of the desert. He didn't know how long the trip had been to get here from the vulture's nest, but it was obviously long enough for him to...restock.

That warm mouth and soft tongue felt good around his cock. He leaned back and spread his legs, letting the meerkat go to work on him. If he couldn't drop his past willingly...maybe he could lose it in the haze of his passions. Timon's head bobbed up and down as he sucked heartily on that feline cock. His tongue snaked out and tickled the sheath every time he reached the base of that hot member. The lion moaned and he started to relax...after all, who would eat someone that was sucking them off?

Simba heard a quick grunt to his left and turned to, seeing Pumba was stroking himself to the display. His belly was kind of in his way though and his efforts seemed strained trying to get a good hold of his meat. Simba grinned...finally feeling some semblance of something familiar. The lust that was burning its way into his body seemed like the warm hug of an old friend that had finally come to visit him.

Waving the big lug over with a lusty finger wave Pumba hurriedly rushed over, his cock and belly bounced with his steps. The scent of the warthog's musk in the air was nothing compared to having the thick meat and heavy balls right next to his face. While he couldn't give the hog a full blow job he took the head into his mouth and squeezed his hand around the rest of it. Pumba moaned loudly, his voice sounding hoarse and raspy...he needed this. The warm and rough feline tongue teased as best he could at this angle, delighting in the familiar feeling of a loving cock in his mouth.

Timon was still hard at work on Simba's cock, stroking himself as he watched the cat suck and tug at his friend's meat. The big guy was moaning with his hands behind his head as the lion gives him the attention he so desperately wanted. Pumba was a big boy, and Timon wasn't quite adequate enough to suck him off properly, but this cat it seems was all kinds of useful. His free hand moved to the soft furry balls, kneading them firmly.

A lewd buzzing moan slips out from around the hog's fat dripping cock and both men shudder at the intense feelings they are getting. The warm sun rubbing their bodies and making them feel even hotter as they get to know each other. Suddenly, Pumba reaches down and holds Simba to his cock as he shoots his seed to the back of his throat. Drinking the seed down quickly, the lion relaxes as he feels even more familiar sensations seize him and tighten his muscles. Arching his back, he shoves his erection deeper into the meerkat and then curls his toes as he erupts into the smaller male.

Timon gagged at first, it seems this lion had as much seed as Pumba did. He sucked down as much as he could, but some of it spewed out from around the large lion cock; the seed coating his mouth and the lion's crotch. The sweet taste was like nothing he'd had before...it was sweet...but it had an edge to it. Timon knew it was from his diet of meat...which sent a shiver of fear down his spine.

That one shiver ignited his senses and his own climax shot his load onto the ground under him. The intense moment they were all caught up in, just slowed to a crawl and they removed cocks and hands from each other. They were all smiles as the light afterglow buzzed around them. Timon tapped Simba's paw and he looked to the meerkat, seeing him wave a hand beckoning him to follow. Pumba walked up beside Timon and the meerkat smiled as he licked a few fingers and shoved them into the hog's big butt as they walked over to a large fern.

Timon pulled back the large fern leaf, revealing a beautiful view of the rift-jungle...a dot of paradise surrounded by the burning desert. Simba saw waterfalls, rugged rocks and boulders, and bright vibrant colors on fragrant flowers...all of it coming together just right to make the breathtaking view. Looking up and seeing the expression of wonderment shining off the lion's face, Timon invites warmly, "Welcome...to our humble home."

Never taking his eyes off of the stunning landscape enthralling his senses Simba queried, "Wait...you guys live here?"

Timon pinched his friend's prostate and then removed his fingers, leaning against the lion now and wrapping his arm around the feline hips. He felt Simba was relaxed and replies enthusiastically, "Well we live wherever we want. We just happen to be living here at the time."

"Yep." Pumba bent over and flashed the other men, grinning wide as he spanks his big butt, "Home is where your rump rests."

"Oy! Pumba...the moment's passed...put that thing away."

"Heh!" The warthog stood up and let Timon climb up onto his back as it was kind o a tricky climb down.

"It's beautiful." Simba breathed out as he followed them, feeling a mix of guilt and happiness. He wanted to find a place here that he would fit, but the thought of forgetting his past entirely weighed on his mind. Still, this place was beautiful and these two strangers had welcomed him into their lives. When they reached some stable ground he felt grass under his feet and all it did was remind of home...the home that he can never go back to. Climbing down here was very symbolic of him being willing to forget his past...so he must try to do that. With a soft sigh he buried the memories of his father...his friends...his home land...everything. Now he was empty and would have to learn to make more memories here.

Pumba suddenly let loose a loud, raunchy belch that seemed to display his current discomfort, "I'm starved."

Until those words were spoken, Simba had not noticed his own hunger. He couldn't remember the last time he had eaten what with all that had gone on these past few hours. "Me too, I feel so hungry I could eat a whole zebra."

"I knew this would happen." Timon yanked his arm away from Simba and walked quickly over to the other side of Pumba. "Eeeahhah. We're fresh out of zebra, kid."

"Any antelope?"

"Na ah."

His voice breaks a little with desperation, "Hippo?"

"Nope." Timon sighed, knowing now that this would be an adjustment for everyone...well maybe not for Pumba. But the two of them would have to get used to having each other around. But that take time, right now their guest is hungry and needs to be taught how to eat out here, "Listen, kid; if you're gonna live here with us, you gotta eat like us." The meerkat took big sniff of the air and grinned, happily insisting, "Yeah, this is a good spot to rustle up some grub."

Simba watched the meerkat follow the scent in the air that hung there with a question mark on it. He had smelled this scent before, but it had never been this strong. Timon had finally stopped in front of a log taking a final sniff for confirmation. He turned to Pumba and nodded. The big warthog giggled joyously and bounded up to one end of the log, forcing it up. Underneath the log was their prize, many insects crawled on the moist ground hidden away from the son and other predators. But now they scurried to get away as their hiding place had been discovered. Timon snatched one up easily and turned to show his guest what his meals would consist of from now on.

"Eeew. What is that?"

The fat little bright orange creature in the meerkat's hand wiggled and tried to get away, but it was useless. "A grub. What's it look like?"

"Eeew...gross."

With one gesture, the grub disappeared into Timon's mouth as he swallowed it whole...and still alive. "Mmmm. Tastes like chicken."

Pumba never got that joke...but that's only because he had no idea what a chicken was. But he offered a smile and laugh to his friend, letting him know the joke was good. He is his hands and knees digging with hands and snout now, desperate to find one of his favorite snacks. Pushing a large clump of dirt out of the way, revealed the tail end of a very oily worm. "YES!" Pumba grabbed that tail end with his strong lips and began to slurp up the large worm.

While still slurping the worm, he leans up and finds that this worm is one of the longer ones. His hand goes to his cock and starts pumping as he drinks in the worm's slippery body. Simba watched them both eat with such...passion...could he get like that one day? Finally the worm is pulled from the ground and sucked into the warthog's belly. Standing and rubbing his belly instead of his cock, Pumba declares boisterously, "Slimy, yet satisfying."

Snatching another bug that tried to escape his grasp, Timon smiled wickedly, "Ahh! These are very rare delicacies. Mmmm." He tossed the poor bug onto his tongue and brought his teeth down on it with a satisfyingly loud crunch. "Piquant, with a very pleasant crunch."

"I...don't think...I can do that." Simba said turning away from the meerkat and came face-to-face with the warthog had worms and bugs hanging from his lips as he tried to lick them all into his mouth.

"You'll learn to love 'em." Pumba spoke up, even though he had yet to swallow his 'meal'. Simba felt his empty stomach growl at him for food as it tying itself in knots over what he was seeing.

"I'm telling you, kid, this is the great life." Timon grinned as he sniffed again and made his way over to another log that lay innocently on the ground. "No rules. No responsibilities." Spying a way in...the hungry meerkat poked his hand into a knothole. Bugs of all shapes and sizes and colors scrambled out in an attempt to not get eaten. "Oooh! That little cream-filled kind." Tossing it into his mouth joyously, he crunched down and never gave that slippery little bug a chance to escape. He felt the instant gratification of the juices and wet pieces wash around his tongue and he smiled widely. After swallowing his prize he spoke proudly, "And best of all, no worries."

Timon went around the area now with a large fern leaf and was collecting bugs on the leaf. After collecting a good sized amount and variety of bugs...he offers it to Simba. Simba picks out a grub, like the one Timon had eaten earlier, but still looks over it with slight disgust. "There's no meat here...I've got to like this." He thought to himself, trying to destroy the lump in his throat and stomach so he can find something about this to enjoy.

"Well, kid?"

"Oh well...Hakuna Matata." Deciding it was better to just throw the grub into his mouth and swallow rather than eat it slowly. He throws it in...his teeth easily slicing the grub open and letting the juices cascade over his tongue and throat as he swallows it. It tasted totally unfamiliar...but it had a certain sweetness to it. His expression matched the taste of the bug as he looked disgusted at first, but slowly a smile began to appear, "Slimy...yet satisfying."

Overjoyed by the fact that this lion could change his spots so to speak, he finally relaxes completely around him. He tossed the leaf away and gave the bugs a reprieve...for now. Wrapping his arms around the feline, Timon gave him a warm hug, enthusiastically shouting, "Yes! That's it! Follow me kid."

Timon ran off and Simba and Pumba chased after him, barely able to keep up with the lithe and nimble meerkat. They leaped through a large plant and saw Timon standing on a log, forcing them to quickly stop. "Why are we here?" Simba asked; he was curious but patiently waited for his answer.

As an answer, the meerkat jumped off the log to the water below. He did a cannonball, but his small body made a small splash. Pumba and Simba looked at each other smiling, "Me next!" The warthog shouted, and leapt off the log performing a swan dive and despite his much larger frame only make a slightly bigger splash. Caught up in the buss of excitement and fun, the lion ran towards the log and grabbed a vine before he leaped off. He swings out above the lake, wanting to do a back flip into the pond. Just before he was going to let go, the vine snapped under his weight. He flailed in the air for a moment, trying to find something to grab onto to save himself from falling. Then his body dropped ungracefully into the water and created a very large splash.

The force of the wave was big enough to wash Pumba and Timon ashore, as they laughed happily at the botched dive of their new friend. Simba crawls out of the pond and shook his mane as dry as he could make it. Then it poofed out and covered his whole face, Timon & Pumba broke out into even more hysterical laughter as the lion coolly dashed forward and brought his mane back down his with hands. The three laughed together as they made their way into the jungle; with Simba already feeling like this is home now...all it would take is time.

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And time, it seemed, agreed as days bled slowly into years. The flow of time was relentless as it drove on, forcing all creatures under the sun closer to the end of their days. Now five years older Mufasa had given up hope of being rescued from his punishment. All creatures of the land he once ruled are under the malicious paw of his brother now. He had already been held for his crimes far passed the few weeks that his rule established. He was a slave now...something to used and thrown away...over and over again. He hated what his brother had done to these once proud and beautiful lands. He hated even more what his rule had done to the people he once considered friends and honored guests. He hated so much of what he had become...but when they touched him or even looked at him with needy eyes...it brought a smile to his lips. Hate was not theirs to bear...they were victims in all of this too. They could not fight the army of predators that Scar had enlisted to aid him.

Mufasa's mind began to return to his body and he felt them again. Uninvited, but welcomed shivers of pleasure as the hands of Okono, the gnu leader, dug into his chest. The strong hands felt amazing against his skin now. He liked it every time he was with Okono. Not only was the gnu shaman a gorgeous example of his species, but he seemed to enjoy sex as a partnership and made sure that the lion was enjoying himself as well. Maybe that was because he knew his clan was being used by a sadistic leader or maybe he liked him...whatever the reason Mufasa enjoyed his time with the benevolent leader.

"I'm sorry...my king. Your...brother's forces...are stronger...than my boys."

"I know. Now...fuck me hard!"

Okono smiled as he pulled the lion down on his cock, the lion using his strong paws to push himself back up. The two had gotten to know each other's body so well; they rarely had to say anything. Mufasa reached up and entwined his fingers with Okono's as he is bounced on the sturdy lap; the scent of their sweat and pre rising with the heat building up between them. While their lips and tongues and hands enjoy the other's company, Okono felt the familiar pressures against his abs and chest of the lion's large genitals rubbing against his hard muscles. Their lips meet in a lewd kiss, bodies lost in the rhythm of their sex.

The cock ring that Mufasa had, at first, protested had by now engorged his cock with the pressures of all the intense sex he had been given by these hung gnus. And while he was occasionally allowed to have a release, for the most part the tight grip of the cock ring was a familiar feeling to him. It had also increased the size of his balls, which were now lewdly slapping against Okono's stomach as the feline swallowed his endowment up into his firm ass.

"You are right, he is a huge slut."

Mufasa turned to look at who he already knew was standing in the large hut watching them. The large gray body of the elephant leader exposed, save a small piece of fabric tied into the fashion of a fundoshi. Hung from his neck are thick gold bands and jewels that further accent his natural and rugged handsomeness. His thick and heavy muscles sitting beautifully on his large frame with the only break of his flawless skin being a scar on his neck. The scar a trophy from a battle the elephant leader had with a predator that had sought to take his life, but instead the predator's life was taken by his prey. The elephant clan had always had a reputation of being lovers and highly sexual beings, but since that day, the leader bares the scar to show the clans that they are fighters as well.

The other man standing near the elephant was a crocodile and draped over him was a hooded cloak. The cloak has a neck strap that prevents it from being blown off of him by the harsh winds. The deep green skin and hard scales do nothing to conceal his scared and buff body. His underbelly was a lighter shade of the emerald scales that cover his whole body, even his cock is a mixture of scale and skin textures.

"I told you Bohsawn. This cat's an even bigger slut than you are."

Bohsawn chuckled heartily, and groped at his hardening cock through the fabric that was hiding it, "I doubt that my friend."

The two guests continued to watch as that fat gnu cock carved its girth into the walls of Mufasa's ass, the lion moaning loudly as he bounced. Okono moved his hands to the lion's hips and groped the cheeks hard as he split them around his girth.

"That's it Okono," Bohsawn spoke excitedly, "show that pussy cat how much you own that ass."

Okono, spurred on by his words, stood up and Mufasa falls backward to the floor of the hut shoulders down. The gnu then ground his thick cock into the feline's butt keeping intense and burning eye contact with him the whole time. Mufasa's moans were more fevered now as those heavy gnu hips slapped wetly against his ass. Each thrust made the cock collide with the lion's sensitive prostate, sending wave after wave of pleasure through him in quick succession. He had no choice but to grit his teeth and take all the pleasure that he was drowning in, inundating him in its searing grasp.

The heat of the sex rose higher still as the tightening sensation gripped the gnu's loins as he felt his climax approaching. But being the sexual leader of his people he knew all the tricks and techniques to keep his orgasm at bay. Concentrating on the pressure within him he felt his loins loosen, turned into energy that rose through his body and escaped his thick quivering lips. The moan was low and long as he let the pressures of his climax leave his body, never even slowing his thrusting hips. Watching the two men before them, the elephant removed his fundoshi and the crocodile untied his cloak. Now naked the crocodile eyed the heavy and impressive package of the elephant, thick and massive...and only semi-erect. As the climax subsided, the two men advanced into the room, "We were here to discuss business, but we can spare a few hours."

Bohsawn quipped, "Careful Kijani, Scar might not like his bitch playing the field."

"Shut your big ass up, Boh. I'm nobody's bitch." The crocodile shot back as he stroked himself to a full erection. His cock is about the same size as Okono's, a fact that Mufasa knew from experience. Bohsawn's cock is what worried him. He had never been able to fully take the large mammal, only up to half of the man's cock could fit in him comfortably...but after years of the training and sexual tortures inflicted on him...he felt ready to try to hilt that huge dick.

Kijani saw the lion eyeing that huge elephant meat and smirked, "You want that cock? Well you're gonna need some serious stretching to take that pole."

Okono breathed out, "He's right." Pushing his whole body forward, the gnu forced them both onto the floor in front of his throne. He sat up on his knees, smiling at the moaning feline impaled on his cock. Sensing what his new position is to be, Mufasa rolled over on his side and then got up on his hands and knees, now facing the entrance and the two guests.

"He did all that without taking the cock from his ass." Walking towards the subby looking lion, Kijani smiled, "Look how far the mighty have fallen. Scar was right about you, Mufasa...you're just a slut with a crown." Kijani knelt next the gnu leader, rubbing his cock into the sweat and pre that is coating his hole. "Now we shall see just how big of a slut you really are." The smooth and scaly cock slid in with almost no resistance. Okono moaned out at the feeling of the crocodile's cock rubbing against his own; the scales feeling like sexy sandpaper on his skin.

For Mufasa the pleasures of this second intruder were even greater. The hard cock that was already in him was great, but now with a partner he is forced open further. A moan rose out of his throat as the croc hilts his cock into him. Okono and Kijani both pulled back and slowly pushed their way back into him, which burned the pleasure all the way up his spine and into his brain. The feeling of having two cocks expertly fucking him made his whole body shake. They had the experience to build the pleasure slowly or drop his climax on top of his head all at once. Mufasa was glad to see that the former was what his partners seemed to be after.

Even Kijani, normally an aggressive partner seemed more laid-back and casual. Scaly and furred hands explored the lion's body and groped where necessary to make him moan. Fingers dug and pinched at the furry flesh as their cocks fill his bowels fully. "He's a tight little slut isn't he?" The crocodile spoke tilting his head to the other invader, smiling a superior toothy grin.

Okono gave the rump swallowing their cocks a hard slap, having given into his own lusts awhile ago. His body was on fire and he wanted to snuff the flames with all the pleasure he could take from Mufasa's body. "He is...you take our cocks well, my king."

The friction between the cocks warmed them as they explored the ass they were slammed so fervently into. Mufasa moaned louder as the men pounded him firmly, wanting them to continue their fucking despite himself. His body moved towards theirs, even as his mind continued to protest...though much weaker than he had in years past. If pain was a good teacher, pleasure was an enchanter, luring you in and ensnaring you tenderly while he stripped you of your will and need to escape. Every touch; indeed every single tender affection gave you pleasure, but also wrapped you deeper into his encompassing embrace.

Mufasa found it hard to concentrate on anything but the intense pleasure of those hard cocks as they spilt him open and set his whole body on fire. He gasped at a sudden spike of intensity and came face-to-face with a large gray, musky member. He looked up and could barely make out the elephant's smile over that pudgy belly. A smile broke his shocked lips and he licked at the member, as if not expecting it to be there where his tongue reached. However the gray flesh was no mirage and it shook with the firm lick of the soft sandpaper-like tongue. "That's right, kitty. Please my cock." Bohsawn suddenly pulled his cock away from the lion and smacked his face with it, trying to get it near the lion's mouth to tease him. Each time it hit, Mufasa found himself wanting to seize it in his jaws, if only to stop the teasing. Bohsawn was a notorious flirt and he had a done a fine job of turning his clan into the gigolos of the Pride Lands. Where most clans bartered with violence or riches, the elephants had learned to barter with sex. A promise of a good night of sex from an elephant was as good as someone else handing over a chest of gold. "You like my cock don't you?"

"Yes..." Mufasa responded, going back to kissing and licking that magnificent rod, "...I do."

"Then have it." Bohsawn grabbed Mufasa's head on both sides and presses his fat head into the mouth before him. The girth was still something that surprised the older lion, but he had learned how to suck it properly and still get a good breath. Instead of pushing, Bohsawn just held the cat's head still on his cock and let him take as much as he wanted. Those skilled lips and rough feline tongue drawing pleasure from the gray rod only partially in that mouth. The big elephant smiled down, "You really like being everyone's bitch don't you? You take cocks so well in that sexy ass."

Bohsawn pulled back, his cock slipped wetly out of Mufasa's lips, with the big muscled lion whimpering at the retreat. "Please return...that magnificent...cock...to my mouth." He pleaded even as his ass was filled by two hard members.

"And you still want more cock? Well here then, have mine." Instead of reinserting that mammoth cock, like Mufasa had expected there was a wet slap as that cock hit his cheek. Its weight surprising the feline and he wanted that cock back in his mouth even more. More wet slaps from the pachyderm's package resounded in the hut and drove the cat deeper into his sexual frenzy. He wanted that cock in him and he wanted it now...and as often as he could get it.

Kijani leaned over to Okono and whispered into his ear before pulling back with a mighty grin, his teeth showing and made him look even more ruggedly sexy. Okono smiled despite himself, he didn't not like how the rightful king was being treated, but part of him enjoyed these sessions of intense sex. He spoke, never stopping his hips as he pounded that royal ass. "Bohsawn...you want to come and claim his ass?"

The elephant looked up at the two grinning men and grinned himself. Still slapping the ex-king's face with his huge dripping dick, Bohsawn spoke almost tenderly, "Tell me how much you want this cock in your ass."

"I...I...want it...I want it...so much."

Bohsawn gently ran his hand under the lion's chin and lifted his gaze to look at his eyes, "And so you shall have it."

Kijani and Okono each hilted their cocks into the ass at the same time, giving him not only great pleasure with each hard thrust, but their girths in order that he may be stretched enough for Bohsawn. The elephant tease made his way to the ass that would be graced with the majesty of his cock; slapping the body anywhere that monster could touch. Mufasa moaned loudly, being beaten with huge hard dicks inside and outside. The crocodile and the gnu leave his ass and now he sat there on all fours feeling empty...he didn't like this feeling.

Mufasa felt the head of that giant cock pressing into his entrance and his eyes shot open. It had been big when it was in his mouth, but it seemed to have gotten bigger on its way down to his butt. He drew in slow steady breaths and waited for the sensation he knew would come next. The pressure came and he started to shake mildly. He had taken huge cocks before, but he knew that this monster would split him in half. Then he felt scaly hands on his shoulders and looked up into the toothy grin of Kijani. "Come on slut, I thought you liked riding big cocks." With that, he pushes the lion back and that fat dripping elephant cock popped into his already used hole.

Mufasa screamed out in pained pleasure as he was speared by Bohsawn's beautiful cock. He was stretched farther than he had been before, felt more full then he ever had before, and the elephant wasn't even all the way in. Mufasa tried to push himself forward to get himself adjusted to the size, but Kijani held him firm as the big elephant slowly pushed himself in.

Okono was sitting on his throne stroking himself to this, he wanted to help his friend...but there was no rush. The ex-king's screams were stoking the fire of his arousal. Kijani too, was still very hot and hard. He kept the lion from moving forward as Bohsawn buried his huge boner in Mufasa's butt. Another shout of pleasure was all Kijani could take as he growled softly, "Be quiet already!" He stuffed his fat scaly cock into the open mouth, "Sluts are supposed to be fucked hard not heard." Overcome by the pleasure of that cock in his ass, Mufasa found himself not thinking clearly. He was in a sexual haze now, and sucked greedily on that cock in his mouth. "Yeah, just like that. Taste my cock like a good bitch." He couldn't respond, even if he had heard what was said.

"God! This lion is still tight!" Bohsawn shouted from behind him, having grabbed Mufasa's hips to help slide his fat cock inside of him. Then finally, his crotch contacted those sweet leonine butt cheeks. Strong vibrations sent relentless shivers through the scaly body as the lion's hard moans spill out of him. "His ass fits me so well. I may have to make him my personal cock warmer."

Okono, still working his own shaft, countered the elephant with slight firmness in his voice, "He is still the property of me and my boys, Bohsawn."

"Yeah, I...know. His ass is...a fantastic fuck!" Okono just smiled as he felt a thick wave of pleasure wash over him and he let out a weak grunt as another orgasm ensnared his body. His seed erupted from his glorious cock and coated his body and floor before him. He leaned back and just watched as Mufasa was stuffed from both sides. The lion easily took the cock in his mouth and was sucking on it hard. While the cock in his ass filled him so full he thought he'd felt the tip move in his stomach. Despite his size and language, Bohsawn was being quite gentle with him. Slow thrusts, only pulling half out so he could get used to the biggest part of his cock. Soon, the lion was pushing back into the thrusts and using his tongue and lips to pleasure that sweet scaled cock. He was a slut now...the cum that had been sprayed on him over the years having soaked into his soul and marked him as such. There was no going back to being the alpha lion for him now...he liked taking cocks too much to let it go...even if he was somehow rescued.

So he readjusted himself; spreading his legs and making Kijani lie on his back. This gave Bohsawn all the access he needed to fuck his ass good and hard, while also making sure he could give the crocodile all the attention he needed to give him. Bohsawn was moaning hard...almost grunting...as he is pushed closer and closer to his climax. The sheer tightness of the ass he is fucking being enough to push him hard towards his edge. Now he started pulling more than half of his fat dripping cock out, pushing back with more force...now the fucking would begin.

Mufasa bit down slightly at the sudden pain he felt that quickly melted into pleasure. Kijani twitched when he felt those tiny pricks of pain on his most sensitive flesh. "Hey...lion! Do that...again." He knew that his flesh could stand up to the lion's teeth. After all, crocodiles have an impressive bite force, but their teeth were duller than the lion's and so the skin of their cocks had to become more resistant to stand up attacks from unwilling victims. So Kijani had made his clan members suck each other off, biting occasionally to toughen their cock flesh. Scar used his clan as sexualized enforcers, given their stealthy abilities in the water and their formidable strength on land. Mufasa waited till he got to the base of the croc's cock to press his teeth to the flesh and slowly drag them up. He had to breathe through his nose and was being bathed in crocodile's sweet arid musk.

"Fuck yeah...this lion can...suck a...mean cock. Drink it in...slut." Kijani bucked up and slapped the crotch and balls against Mufasa's muzzle. The lewd display made the lion moan and he shuddered as his cock vibrated in the warm embrace of that skilled mouth. Bohsawn slammed that mammoth cock to the base again and again, feeling the tight squeezing of that sweet ring urge him to keep fucking it. Sweat has coated all of them and the heavy scent of their musks and sex surround them, driving them all to go harder and faster at one another.

Moans and grunts and wet slaps resounded throughout the hut. "Fu...fuck...this lion's...ass is...gold." Bohsawn met that hot ass with his crotch, pulled back and slapped both those beautiful butt cheeks, then slammed his cock into him again. For Mufasa it was the hottest sex he's ever had so far. Sucking on a fat cock that's pissing pre into his throat and getting rocked by a large cock at the same time. He wanted nothing more than to have this be the rest of his life...to be used and fucked like some toy.

Kijani moves his hand to the lion's head, "You like...sucking dick? Are you a...fucking...cock slut...now?"

Mufasa nodded his head hard, knocking the thick cock around in his mouth. The reptile shuddered violently, "Oh...OH...!" He relaxed after a tense moment, "Man...that was close. Don't...do that...again." A rough tongue along the bottom of his shaft acknowledged the request. He uses the lion's mane to hold him on his cock and drive him up and down at the pace he wanted him to go. "That's better." Despite the hard fucking from the elephant, Mufasa kept sucking on the croc's cock with constant and firm force. "If Bohsawn gets to make you...his cock warmer you're gonna be...my personal...cock sucker."

Mufasa sucked harder on the dick and went to the base and slowly...so painfully slowly...drew himself up the shaft. When he got to the head of that scaly cock, he nipped it quickly with his teeth. "Ohhh...AHH!" The reptile's body arched and he shot his load out with force. Mufasa went back to the base and sucked just as hard now, drinking down the hot seed and almost ripping it from the cock.

Bohsawn was punishing the ass speared on his cock with hard and firm thrusts. His hands roamed over the firm back and cheeks, delighting in the hard body he was fucking. He closed his eyes, feeling the pressure rising past the point of slowing it down. Instead he sped up and his climax hit him full force. He arched his back and slapped his crotch against that hot ass, spilling his copious load into the bowels surrounding him.

Mufasa drank in the seed from both ends, feeling a pulling sensation near his belly. He ran his hand down to his belly and felt it still swelling with the combined climaxes of his partners. He closes his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of being filled to the brim with their sticky love. Kijani collapsed on his back when his orgasm subsided. Sliding the cock from his mouth, the lion thought it rude to leave it like that, so he began to clean it gently. Bohsawn started fucking him again, though less forceful because he was still in the grips of his orgasm, and Mufasa's belly sloshed like a pouch full of water. Then finally, after a few long moments, the elephant's orgasm died down. He fell forward and braced himself on his hands, now lying on Mufasa's back. "You're one great...fuck...my king."

After Mufasa finished cleaning the reptilian member of semen, he gave the softening cock a tender kiss of appreciation. And for the elephant, a hard squeeze around the cock that's still in his butt was given as a token of his appreciation. Bohsawn sighed happily as he slid himself out of the ass that so greedily took everything he had.

**********

The Pride Lands were dying. When Scar took over, he enlisted the predatory clans of the Pride Lands as body guards and enforcers of his rules. The creatures of the lands were not to have any kind of sex without Scar's permission. Anyone who disobeyed this rule and was caught was taken into Pride Rock and never seen again. The clans suspected they were put to death, but only the hyenas knew for sure. Other then Scar they're the only ones that can go inside the monument. Not even the lions were permitted inside, but Sarab was a patient hunter. He kept the lions quiet and obedient until their time to strike presented itself.

Inside the mouth of Pride Rock, a broken voice seeped into the air. The voice belonged to Zazu who say against the wall staring blankly at the floor. His old friend, the rightful ruler, the man that saved these lands from war is gone...killed by a madman who doesn't care as these once bright lands bleed and die. The stranglehold the black-maned had brought upon their world was impressive and was brought on so quickly Zazu was convinced the Scar had planned this for years. But what does it matter now? Mufasa and Simba were dead there was very little hope left in the bird's heart.

Laying casually on a wide rock is the harbinger of all of this devastation. He callously smiles after just having finished off a young zebra, his hunger was sated and that was all that mattered to him. He picks up on the little equine ribs and cuts it at an angle and begins to pick his teeth. Zazu could only scoffs at this. He really didn't care about the lives of others. Scar was not content with just eating the young zebra, now he is disrespecting his remains.

"Honestly Scar, I don't know why you make me watch you do that."

Scar replied without even looking around at the bird sitting on the wall of the room. "I do that so you know what happens if you try to escape. After all, your body would not provide a challenge for my teeth."

A pang of fright washed over Zazu. He knew that Scar knew that the bird was addressing the ease with which the cunning lion disrespects the lives and deaths of others. Scar's reply was not meant as answer, but rather its purpose was to inform Zazu of his precarious fate. The bird knew that needed him for now, after all, he knew the going's on off the entire kingdom. But as he turned to the stare at a rock he wondered just how long his usefulness would stay his execution. Zazu let his mind wander, far away from this place, and the words began to fall out of his beak.

"Nobody knows

The trouble I've seen

Nobody knows

My sorrow..."

"Oh Zazu, do lighten up." The bone had been used to pick those devilish teeth flies at him and hits his shoulder. Scar chuckled glancing at the bird over his shoulder with an admittedly beautiful green eyes, "Why can't you seem to sing something with a little...I don't know...bounce in it."

The normally reserved and even tempered bird felt his anger rise within him...was he just some food to play with before getting eaten? Zazu thought for a moment trying to pick a song that would get on the lion's nerves. He finally settled on his choice and began singing loudly.

"It's a small world after all..."

"No. No!"Scar interrupts him once again, his voice a worried shout. Zazu smirked as he now had something he could use to annoy the older lion and start pushing his buttons back. "Anything but that."

Zazu sighed, was this what his life would come to, singing to the bringer of death? Another tune comes to mind and holds up one of feathered fingers to help conduct his vocal music

"I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts

(diddely-dee-dee)

There they are a-standing in a row..."

Scar rolled back over on his back and smiled to the jaunty tune echoing in the cave. He knew Zazu was not completely terrified of him and would stand up to him and Scar actually respected for it. He had taken over these lands so easily because the prey creatures were so afraid of dying that they just gave him what he waited. But Zazu...he had a backbone. And now here he was serenading him. He did have many talents and was quite useful, a fact that has kept him alive so far. Scar joined in the singing, picking up the skull of his recent dinner and fitting his paw into the brain cavity to hold it up as he sang to it.

"Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head..."

Zazu stopped singing and let the lion continue. His thoughts drifted back to Mufasa, his eyes got misty and he whispered out, "Oh...I would never have had to do this for Mufasa."

Scar flipped off the rock and onto his feet. His gaze was fiery and would torn anyone else to pieces long before the leonine paw grabbed at the birds, chest feathers and pulled him up to his feet. "WHAT?! What did you say?"

Zazu hated feeling afraid of scar, but when he got this close and spoke with such anger he couldn't help it. "Oh...uh..." He calmed some of frayed nerves and spoke softly as if on the verge of tears, "...nothing."

Scar smelled it first; the subtle scent of their musks rising in the air, but his anger and rage clouded his focus. The hand that was not holding the bird's chest and forcing his to the rock wall behind him, pounded that rock wall. "You know the law! Never, ever mention THAT name in my presence. I...am...the KING!" That last word was meant to cement his role as king and so when it slipped out of his lips; it brought with it all the lion's anger and aggression.

Zazu regained his composure almost entirely by now and speaks with sarcasm coloring his tone, trying to black out what fear was left in his voice, "I...I...well, I only mentioned it to illustrate the differences in your royal managerial approaches."

Scar's other hand had started bleeding from punching the rock wall. He lets go of Zazu and looks at the cuts and the on his knuckles. Zazu moves past him, walking over to a nearby rock and moving it aside to reveal a stark white piece of cloth. Scar's eyes followed him with every step, telling his legs to get ready to give chase should the bird try to leave. But instead the majordomo stood and returned to the older lion, having torn a piece off. The bird wrapped the fabric around the lion's injured hand and speaks with force he could muster, "This fabric will do nothing for the pain, but it should stop your bleeding. You may be a king, Scar, but you are not MY king."

Scar looked at the bird curiously, as he watched the skilled avian apply the bandage. He was a proud majordomo and was meant to serve the needs of the king, no matter who that king may be. "I am the king now, Zazu. Mufasa is not coming back." He looks at the finished bandage as Zazu returned to sitting in the corner where he had been since Scar brought him here. The lion turned and breathed out uneasily, "Th...thank you."

Zazu wiped a tear away from his eye, having heard that his oldest and dearest friend was indeed never to return. "You're welcome." Those words have been uttered from his beak thousands of times before, but this time he had said them and he didn't mean them. That added more pain to the bird's heartbreak. He WANTED to serve people it gave him purpose and a sense of duty...but with Scar running things now he felt like was on auto-pilot...doing the tasks he is ordered...and sometimes asked...to do, but not putting all of himself into it.

They both heard the hyenas coming up the rocks outside and the both sighed heavily. Shenzu, Banzai, and Ed walked in, none of them having any shred of dignity as they are all naked. Shenzu looks determined to get their plight heard, while Banzai just looked angry. Ed had that stupid grin on his face like he always did. "Hey boss! We got a bone to pick with you!"

Scar dismissed the angry tone, knowing the hyenas would never rise up against him. He sighed heavily, "Oh...what is it this time?"

Shenzu placed a hand on Banzai's shoulder "I'll handle this." He turns to the lion who is nonchalantly stroking his full belly in view of them, "There's no more food, no more water..."

Banzai shouted out with desperation, "Yeah! It's dinner time, and we ain't got no stinkin' entrees."

Scar leans back against the rock and growls softly, speaking with heated exasperation, "It's the lions' job to do the hunting..." He shoos them away, "Go make them do their job."

Banzai stomped his foot in frustration at not being heard and then just shooed away, "Look Scar, I know it's their job. But they won't go hunt."

"Oh fine. Eat Zazu."

The majordomo felt his skip a beat at that. Scar was bad, but those hyenas were worse. He was more afraid of them than he was of Scar. "Oh...no you wouldn't want me." He spoke to the hyenas that were looking at him like they could eat him, but it would not be enough to sate their growing hunger needs. "I'd be so tough and gamey and...eeww..."

Scar smiled to him, "Oh, Zazu, don't be ridiculous. All you need is a little garnish." Scar liked teasing the bird with threats of death and loosing the hyenas on him...he thought is was funny to see the normally regal and composed bird acting with such desperation to save himself.

Banzai chuckled and leans over to Shenzu, whispering into his ear, "Man, I thought things were bad under Mufasa's rule."

The soft green eyes of the lion turned sharp again and he moved like lightning, swiftly closing the distance between himself and Banzai. His voice I quick and angry again as if he wasn't sure what he had heard but he knew he was going to be mad, "What did you say?!"

Banzai cluelessly replies, "Uh...I said Muf...UMPH!" Shenzu elbowed him in the side and shook his head at with wide eyes. Banzai finally caught his mistake and stammered out, "Oh, I...um...I said, uh...'Qué pasa?'"

Scar grinned and made sure to bare his teeth and display his dominance. "Good, good." The grin faded and Scar spat out, "Now get out."

The three turned and started towards the exit. But Banzai stopped and grabbed the other two by the arms. He turned to the lion that is walking back towards the rock he was sitting on earlier. "Mm...but Scar, we're still hungry."

"Out!"

That did it! The hyenas tucked their tail and ran out, fearing scar's anger. Zazu heard Ed start laughing; he had begun to think that the laughing was some kind of defensive mechanism as well as something to intimidate his prey. He seemed to laugh whenever Scar became angry, maybe he was trying to lessen his fear though his laughing. "I don't know how you put up with them, Scar."

Scar chuckled, "They have their uses. Now be quiet," The lion laid back on the wide rock, "I'm gonna get some sleep after such a good meal."

Zazu sighed and was left to his own thoughts now. Those thoughts drifted everywhere in his memories, but the times he had with Mufasa and Simba were foremost in his mind. Scar's greed and jealously have darkened this place...his home. He hated Scar, but somewhere in his mind and body, he still respected him. Scar had orchestrated a takeover of the entire kingdom and pulled it off with such precision and ease. He had outsmarted everyone. Zazu lies down on the rocks floor, closing his eyes and trying to think of anything that will distract him from the emotional pain he is stewing in right now.

**********

Miles away from the despair of the slowly dying Pride Lands is a large oasis in the desert. Various creatures call this place home, but three in particular have really made a name for themselves here. Although one name in particular is bothering to two members of the group; slut. Now Timon and Pumba were no strangers to the carnal dance of love and lust, but Simba it seems was ready to take on all comers at all times. It was really starting to get on Timon's nerves, but he held his tongue; letting the lion enjoy his life and maybe repair his broken heart a little.

"I still don't get why you're so upset about it Timon." The rotund warthog replied to an unheard conversation. His belly gently shook with every one of his strong steps.

"Because...he's supposed to be protecting us...not riding every cock he can find." Timon sat on a rock; it felt good against his naked flesh. "Besides, it doesn't make sense for him to put us in that kind of danger ALL the time."

Now Pumba really was confused, not the kind of confused he plays at so Timon can be the 'smart one', "Danger? What danger?"

Timon scoffed, "Pumba, do you really not pay attention?" the meerkat adeptly leaped off the rock and landed near his portly friends. Sticking his finger out at him like a mother would scorn a child, "Need I remind you that there are predators out there that will kill us the first chance they get. And even the prey creatures around here think they can push us around."

"Relax Timon, since Simba's been here no one's even touched us."

Timon shuddered as he remembered the near death escapes him and Pumba had before the big lion joined them. "Yeah I know. But I'm still not letting my guard down."

Paranoia always came easy for the small meerkat. But Pumba knew that what he lacked in muscle power he made in for with speed and agility. The pair had had a lot of close calls before they met Simba, but now they were left alone, because the other creatures feared the laid-back lion. Pumba smiled and wrapped Timon in his big arms and hugged him to him, "Aww come on Timon...you know I'd never let anything bad happen to you."

Timon tried to pull away, he was upset and he wanted to stay that way, but his large friend was stronger than him. The warmth he found in the hug melted away his negative feelings. A heavy sigh from Timon broke the sudden silence between the two. "Okay you big lug, come here." The meerkat joyously hugged his big friend's chest, not even coming close to being able to put his arms around him.

"Aww...look guys isn't that just so precious." Timon instantly recognized the voice and cursed himself for letting his guard down. He jumped back and turn his face this new threat, only to be picked up by strong arms and held firmly to a heavy muscled chest. "Where're you going little buddy?"

"Hey!" The meerkat struggled, but it was useless the arms were too strong, "I ain't you're buddy. Let me go Kamau!" Of the three zebras that Timon knew were now here, he is the less physically imposing and the smartest of the three. When hunting or fighting he would rather use deception and trickery than rely on brute force.

"Ohh...you don't want me? That's ok...I don't need you to want it." Kamau humped his hips forward a few times to illustrate his next words, "I just need you to take it."

Timon tried to find Pumba to call for his help, but he was in no better position. Berta, the strongest and biggest of the three zebra hunters, had Pumba lying on his stomach. The large zebra's large cock was sliding between the warthog's cheeks, "Oh yeah, I'm gonna this fat ass in half." Pumba wanted to get up...to fight...but the arms holding him down were too strong.

The youngest of the zebra, Oringo, was bigger than Kamau, and smarter than Berta. He seemed to have picked up tactics from both the others and incorporated them into his own hunting style. While Berta was busy teasing the hog's butt, Oringo occupied himself with slapping his hard cock against Pumba's face, laughing at his protests. "Don't act like you don't this zebra sausage big boy."

Pumba felt it even before the zebra's had said a word to him...he wanted them...but he was keen on just forced to take what they had to offer. He liked rough sex, but this was borderline rape...but still was hard. He tries to look to Timon, but he couldn't move his head far enough.

"HEY! Get off of them!"

All eyes turned to see a lion, bathed in the golden sunlight shining from behind him. His eyes are fierce, his fists are clenched, and he is ready to fight.

Timon breathed out a sigh of relief, "Oh thank god, Simba teach these guys a lesson would you?"

Berta smirked up at the lion, "You think we're afraid of you? You'll be next after these guys." Then the zebras turned away from him as if he is no threat to them. Simba charged at that striped back of the equine that is still teasing Pumba's sexy rump. The impact was harsh and pushed the large zebra forward into the other zebra and Pumba scramble to his feet. Timon seized the moment of shock that was had paralyzed Kamau and stomped on his foot. The crafty equine screamed out and loosened his grasp just enough for the tiny and nimble meerkat to slip through. He ran to Pumba's side and watched as Simba stood up in a clearly offensive fighting stance.

"You...you think you can take all three of us?"

It was that moment that the scent his feline nostrils...sweat and musk. His gaze faltered and fell over the hard muscled bodies like someone looking at a painting they don't understand. He knew he had to fight them off to protect his life and the lives of his friend, but he felt his need flare up inside of him like beautiful back draft. Their cocks were erect and hard, every moment he stared at their majesty made his breathing get heavier. He drops the fighting stance, grinning lecherously, "I'll make you boys a deal...you interested?"

"Boys?!" Berta was furious and moved to pound this cat into the ground and then maybe then rough him up. But then Kamau's hand stopped him. Berta looked and saw the expression on his brother's face was the same one he had when never he was solving a problem in his head.

Kamau spoke, while smirking and never taking his eyes off of the cat that had challenged them, "Berta, don't be so hasty. Let's hear what this lion has to say. We can always fight them later...I'm curious."

Berta pulled away from his brother, "Your curiosity should not outweigh our honor. He has challenged us. We must fight!"

Kamau grinned softly, asserting his point with a hand outstretched toward the feline, "Think for a second Berta, look at him...his body posture and his eyes. What do you think this deal of his is going to entail?"

Simba was impressed, "He's right. I want to offer you my body in exchange for their safety. You can have him anytime you want, so long as you never lay a hand on my friends again."

Berta eyes ran up and down the hard muscled body, the golden fur shining and bringing out the outline of muscles. He was a fine specimen. The large zebra reached down to his own cock and started stroking himself gently, "Yeah...yeah ok. You look like more fun anyway."

"Timon. Pumba. Get out of here."

Timon stood up firmly, "Forget it! I'm not leaving you alone with these guys."

"What are you gonna, do buddy...kick their shins?" Timon wanted to answer, to say anything that would let him stay and help his friend, but nothing came to his mind or his lips. He climbed up on Pumba back and the warthog ran off to safety. "Now it's just us. So who's first?"

Kamau stepped forward, "I'll have you first." The middle brother, was actually the smallest physically, but he was the smartest one. Simba was curious to know what going on in his head, but he'd find out sooner or later.

"Alright then, come get me."

Kamau felt confident that if this lion had something up his sleeves, that his two brothers would back him up; so he moved towards the lion. Simba was grinning mildly when the zebra came face-to-face with him. The soft furred leonine hands reached up and traced the outline of his muscled chest. The two looked deeply into each other's eyes. The zebra's own hands found their way to Simba's sides and rubbed up and down. The muscles he felt surprised him, his fur did a good job of hiding just how strong this lion was. He would need to be careful around this man's hidden strength.

Kamau suddenly dropped to his knees and engulfed the cock in front him. Simba gasped in surprise and heard Oringo laugh, "No one ever expects it."

Simba's hands went to the zebra's head and held him firm as he pulls his hips back and started humping his mouth. The lion was horny and needed to get off...Kamau knew he could use that to his advantage. He would use his need for sex to keep the stronger opponent distracted and where he can be manipulated. Kamau licked and sucked hard on that shaft, then stopped sucking and just let Simba hump into something warm. The lion whimpered slightly when the sucking stopped, but it was part of Kamau's plan to keep him agitated.

And agitated was what just what the lion was, he wasn't thinking straight and never saw the other two moving to his sides. Kamau gives the tasty shaft one last long lick and then pulls off, shouting to his brothers, "Now!" Simba's eyes napped open and he tried to react, but the arms that seized his body were faster than his reflexes. E was grabbed and pulled back to the ground on his back, "Hey! What are you doing?"

Kamau smiled smugly down on the angry lion, "You think we survived out here all this time by fighting fair? Stupid lion." The small zebra stood, his cock hard and bobbing with his steps as he moved over to a large tree with low hanging vines. He tears off a few long strands and ties them around his waist, but keeps a few strands in his hands. "We've wanted you for a while, but I could never figure out how to get you alone." He kneels between Simba's now spread open legs. Stroking that hard lionhood while he speaks shows that he can take from him what he wants, "So I had to make a plan. A plan, by the way, that has finally come to fruition. Now we get to play with you all we want."

Simba tried to move...to get away...but part of him wanted to stay. He wanted to see and feel what these horny zebras had in store for him...it wasn't curiosity that was making him stay though. Inside his body he felt a warm buzzing...he was horny too? This was turning him on? He had been in these situations before, but it still surprised him just how much he was turned on by someone using him like a toy. Rational thought was cut short when he felt a tiny tugging sensation at the base of his cock. Looking to see what the zebra was doing, brought a gasp from his lips. A thin vine was now tied at his base; it was not tied so tightly that all blood flow was cut off. But he knew that he'd just been denied that one thing he looks forward to everyday of his life out here. "You went through all this trouble to find me and trap me...why?"

The three zebras got quiet and bowed their head for a moment. Simba looked around and they were silent as if mourning a lost friend. Berta spoke out with force, angry flavoring his voice. "You ask your uncle why this happened to you."

"What are you tal...mmph" Another thin vine was wrapped around his muzzle and tied quickly to avoid the lion slipping free. Then Kamau tied more securely.

"Turn him over brothers." Oringo and Berta obeyed and flipped the lion onto his stomach, his cock now pressed into the moist grass. It felt nice, but now he couldn't talk, he couldn't cum, they were probably going to bind his hands. He began to wonder what else these angry equines would take from him. As he suspected Berta and Oringo moved his arms to his back and held them firm so Kamau could tie a slightly thicker vine around his wrists.

The three zebras stood and looked down on their prey...the supposed top predator of these lands. He was tied up and frightened, but still hot and hard...and so were they. Kamau looks to Oringo, "I've got an idea."

Oringo smiled wildly, "You always do. What is it?"

"Lie down on your back." Oringo smiled and did as Kamau instructed, having learned long ago to trust his brother and accept his wisdom. "Good/ Berta, help me get this lion on his cock." Berta smiled and Oringo chuckled as they let their brother relieve his tension. Simba was easily picked up and moved into position over that fat leaking ebony member. The larger zebra was at his back, his arms looped around his shoulders, and lowering him down gently. The smallest zebra gave his brother's cock a few firm strokes and guided the missile to its target. Pressure pushed against his entrance and Simba whimpered in anticipation for the pleasure of the penetration.

Once again, Kamau wade his way to Simba's face, smiling that smug smile again. "You want it bad don't you? Can you taste it?" the zebra firmly, almost painfully, pinches the lion's nipples in his fingers, "We're just getting started." A nod was all that Berta needed to remove his powerful arms from around the shoulders and place his hands on the top of the shoulders instead.

"This is gonna be fun." He pushed down quickly and the flared head of that fat cock spread those golden cheeks over its girth. The vines around his muzzle prevented Simba from screaming out in blissful pain as he is force fed that huge equine endowment. The cock filled him so sweetly; as Berta joyously pushed him down without stopping. Each inch brought more pain and more weight to his inside. He felt so full already. A whimper escaped his closed muzzle, but all he got in return were unsympathetic chuckles.

Pain rose up within him as the monster wormed its way through him, but the pleasure was there too. Like a constant but weak pressure in his spine. Then his ass finally contacted the crotch underneath him, his belly bulging from the size of the equine member inside of him.

Kamau smirked and petted the lion's head; a symbol of how much he is trying to devalue him, "Good boy! You lions sure love zebra meat. You deserve a reward." Kamau turned around and looked at him over his shoulder, shaking his ass at him, "You want this around your dick? Of course you do. Berta, would you mind."

"Not at all."

Simba was wondering what was going to happen...but he found out when Berta grabbed his head and pushed it forward. Simba soon found himself between those hot zebra butt cheeks, he could barely breathe. The heavy musk he's taking in through his nose excites him and he clenches down on the cock in his ass. He getting hot off these horny bastards, the rough feline tongue pokes out from the bound lips and licks at the butt crack and pucker as best it can. Kamau moaned as he felt the lions' face and tongue in his ass, it felt good to have this kind of control and power over the lands top predator.

Berta moved the feline's head up and down his brothers butt crack, delighting in the moans and whimpers from his brother. He was enjoying this. He always was more of a bottom, but he still loved control. Berta was proud that Kamau had found a way to gain control as a bottom, no one ever expects it.

"Ok, Berta." Simba gasped for breathe as he was pulled from the ass that is now coated with a thin layer of his saliva.

"Mm...ph...mmrrmph"

"That was good cat." Kamau turned to face the lion and straddled the action that is already taking place. He lowered himself backwards on his hands, while Berta squeezes the lion cock hard drawing a moan out of him. The large hand has no trouble guiding the cock to his brother's encroaching tail hole.

The smallest of the zebra brother's moaned out as he was once again penetrated...he loved the feeling of being entered and it excited him beyond measure to make someone enter him. "Ok Oringo, let's teach the cat how deep brotherhood goes."

Still having no idea what the zebra's motives were, Simba could only moan as he is filled and surrounded. The feeling of having an ass surrounding his dick while simultaneously being filled with a huge cock hazed the feline's mind. He wanted more and he wanted these zebra's to be the ones that give it to him. Kamau waddled his way down Simba's searing hot member, until the whole length was inside of him. Using his arms and hands as his center of balance, he pulls his hips up and then drops them down. Moans are heard from all three men as they begin their dance of desire.

Oringo lifted the feline's hips and bucked up into the ass that is warm around his dick, wanting to make this bitch moan hard. At the time same, Kamau bounced himself on Simba's cock. The three zebras had done this with each other many times before, so they knew their own natural rhythms. This made it easy for Oringo and Kamau to time their movements to accent their own pleasure. Waiting his brother to hilt his cock into the lion, Kamau pushed back into the lap at the same time. Simba moaned as much as the oral bounds would allow, his privates crushed between two hot men who wanted nothing more than their own pleasure.

Simba was shaking now, he being forced to feel pleasure and pressure as they used his body as a toy. These men had a grudge to settle with someone and they were using him to do it. He couldn't think any deeper than that as the pleasure bit into his spine again and he arched his back. The pre that he and Oringo were leaking helping to accent their fucking with audible slapping sounds. Pleasure was a tease, distracting the lion from plotting his escape; instead he wanted more of this.

Seizing the cat's jaw, Berta tilted his head back, "You like getting fucked like a whore don't you? I can smell it. That big cock in your ass...you don't want it to leave do you?"

"Nngg..." Simba tried to pull away from this verbal assault...he was in no position of strength to stop the others from fucking, but he would not listen to this one berate him. However, to his surprise, he blushed and stayed still, nodding softly...his body had betrayed him.

Kamau started to breathe heavier and was having trouble supporting his own weight. Letting go of the prey, the large man kneeled behind his brother and let the smallest zebra lean into body. "Just keep going Kami...big bro's got you."Berta smiled as he gripped his brother's shaft and began to stroke it gently...then slapped Simba in the face with it. Kamau made a quick but excited gasp...he liked it. Simba on the other hand, felt humiliated and utterly powerless...and his dick had never been harder. The expression on his face is one of tortured pain, but he is feeling but pleasure now.

Berta was jerking his brother's cock hard now and making hard slaps to the lion face. "He's got a pretty cock doesn't he?"

Kamau could not answer, too caught up in the sexual high he was trapped in. That feline cock did feel great within him and he was desperate to feel more. The heat of their bodies mixing with their lusts and creating heat that burned in their bodies but did not destroy them...in fact they felt more alive than ever before.

Oringo cried out as his orgasm hit him hard and heavy, his copious amount of cock spilling an equally copious amount of seed into the lion's rump. Writhing on that spurting cock, felt his orgasm rising but whimpered when it stalled. The vine tied to the base of his meat had done its job and would continue to do so. Kamau heard the whimper and felt the lion's cock swell slightly from the increased pressure in his balls. He grunted as his climax rode out of him like a geyser. The equine seed splashing Simba's face, neck and chest...teasing him with its sweet warm wetness. Kamau gave the cock a few teasing clenches before being helped to his feet by his big brother.

"That looked like it felt good." Pulling Simba off the still spurting cock that was in his ass, Berta smirked as he forced the cat against the head of that cock. The semen washed over him and he felt as if his balls would explode. When Oringo's cock slowed the eruption of his white hot cream, Berta pulled the helpless off and tossed him to the jungle floor.

Kamau sat next to his spent brother and softly stoked his chest and belly. He had had his fun for now, but he got excited again while watching the bound lion try to scramble to his feet as his older brother grabbed him. There was no fighting Berta when he wanted you...the best way to deal with it is just let him have you. But Simba still had fight, he wiggled...shoved...tried anything he could think of to get away.

But fate, it seemed, was not on his side. The large zebra seized him, flipped him so was on his back. With his hands still bound behind him, it hurt to have his AND Berta's weight on them. But he could not voice this, so he had to take the pain of this awkward position and hope that the zebra would move him soon. The zebra's eyes burned with sadistic desire.

"You like this don't you, slut?" Catching a nipple in his fingers, he twisted it hard.

"Ahh...mmmpphh"

"Well I'm just gonna have to enjoy it more than you." Those hands, those devious hands that seemed so fearsome and willing to break his body, instead softly ran down his sides.

"Mmmm"

"Yeah I thought you might like that, slut. Well remember it..." the large zebra moved quickly, seizing the lion's legs and rolling them up to expose his rump. "...because now your ass belongs to me."

"NNPHH!" Simba shook his head hard, but his eyes spoke only of the intense desire he felt.

"Heh...eager are we? Well I won't keep you waiting." Without another word, that fat cock invaded him. The cocks seemed to match the brothers in size. Oringo was a decent sized male, but this man was huge. He screamed against the pressure in his bowels.

"Fuck...even af...ter. My bro...you're...still a tight...bitch." The heavy hips slapped against the used ass wetly, the seed that filled him forced out around its girth. Each loud slap was like a period at the end of his long and powerful thrusts. Squirming was the only thing he could do, each time he moved the cock within him shifted and rubbed more firmly against his prostate.

"Mmm...mmmmppphh!"

"Power...fuck you? Good idea cat." Grabbing the dancing shoulders tightly, Berta pulled Simba's whole body down at the same time he thirsted forward.

"GGGHHAH!"

"Yeah!" Kamau shouts from nearby, "He like that. Give it to him hard bro."

Grinning down on his prey, "No worries bro. I intend to." He threw his dick into that ass, and forced Simba up onto his shoulders, so Berta could plant his feet into the ground and really give him a good fuck. The vine around his muzzle struggled to contain his blissful screams. This sexual torture was brilliant and he wanted more...he wanted to be helpless and controlled by these guys. His cock twitched and then groaned as a hand squeezed it roughly.

"You want...me to jerk...you?"

Simba nodded enthusiastically.

The hand firmly stroked that cock that had given his little brother so much enjoyment. Berta found that he liked making this lion moan and scream in pleasure. More thrusts produced more screams and the two seemed to get a natural feel for each other...both parties wanting the other to get as much enjoyment out of this as they could.

Simba's cock throbbed in that skilled hand. He was shaking and trembling...the intensity of this man's desire for sex was overwhelming. But since he had no choice but to take it, he concentrated on it. Wrapping his legs around the thick waist, Simba took some of his weight off his arms and shoulders.

Berta felt powerful with the screaming and whimpering thing hanging on his dick. Each muffled cry stoked his fire, increasing the intensity of the scene for him. "Oh god...cat...you're a...fantastic...little slut...aren't you?" Simba wanted to protest...to swear that he wasn't a slut...but he wasn't sure anything more than his shouts of pleasure would come out. He found himself confused as he began to love the feeling of this cock inside of him, part of him wanted to get...away...right? He didn't want to stay here and be used like some toy and then thrown away. He shivered as his cock throbbed with the pressures of an unsatisfied orgasm.

Fighting off other warriors was easier than fighting off the rising pressures of his climax. He pounded away at that ass, trying to snuff his climax out so he can continue fucking without end. Sadly the end came and so did Berta, spilling his seed deep into Simba. The hot action fueling his hip as they slam forward, causing the semen already inside to be pushed out due to the forceful thrust and the flow of his own seed.

By this time, Oringo had sat up and started jerking his brother off as they watch their older brother claim their target. Kamau was all too eager to return the favor and helped keep the ebony dick hard and ready for round two. The ever thinking zebra glanced over to a nearby lagoon and smiled wildly, but his hand slows down on Oringo's member. Sensing his brother's slowed speed, Oringo turned to protest and instead saw Kamau staring at the lagoon in the distance.

"Hey Berta! You done yet? Kamau's got another idea."

Berta glanced back and grinned, turning back to Simba who could only shiver from the afterglow that he was denied. So full of intense pleasure and pressure that he doesn't care what the zebras do to him now...it can't get any worse. Berta pulls out and lets the body of his victim fall to the ground, semen splashing out of his ass on the impact. He notices what his brothers are staring at and gets his own wildly happy grin. "Ho ho, you're gonna get so wet cat." Picking the lion up to his feet, he throws him over his shoulder, "Come on, boys we're burning daylight."

The eager zebra made great time getting down to the nearby lagoon. The pristine waterfall, the crystal blue water, the scent of the jungle wafting by, all of it created a beautiful atmosphere. Berta gently lays their toy down next to the water, letting Simba soak his feet in the cool lagoon. The water seemed to settle the lion's clouded mind. He found himself able to think about what had happened to him...not just now. But he ran through the memories of his whole life. Try as he might, he could not pull out a memory or experience he had that was more erotic then being bound and used. It excited him...made him feel like he was flying...he lowered his head actually smiling as he finally admitted to himself that he was a slut.

Oringo, having watched the lion that seemed to be in deep thought, sat next to him. Turning to face him, the zebra was expecting harsh and defiant eyes. He was pleasantly surprised to find that they had been replaced with needy and lust eyes...that spoke of his need to serve them. "Guys...I think we can let him go now."

"Really?" Berta knelt beside the lion, grinning with arousal. "You gonna be a good kitty for us?" Simba hesitated, and then nodded slowly. A smile spread over his face and broke that last bit of his trepidations. Berta loosened the vine around his muzzle and slipped it, watching intently for signs of aggression. What he found was nothing more than a brighter smile...no harsh words...no yelling...he was serious about submitting to them. A soft hand moved to the golden furred cheek and slide over it gently, "There's a good cat."

Oringo untied the lion's hands, "So what should we do with him bros?"

"I've got an idea."

The here men turned to see Kamau standing with a something sliding in his hands. Simba couldn't tell what it was, but his excitement grew and his cock twitched, "Wh...what's that?"

"Stand up."

Simba wanted to know what that wiggling creature in the zebra's hands was, but he also knew that not knowing was better. He stood, his breathing quickens, his heart races, his mind hazes over with his lusts. Kamau pointed toward a sturdy tree with a nest of low hanging vines. These vines were thick and strong, easily able to support an animal's weight.

"Good. Climb up there, facing us."

Simba did as he was instructed, shaking from the raw anticipation of what these men had in mind for him. He pulled tentatively on the vines to test their strength. Satisfied, he moved on to pushing down on the vines to further test them. Once again satisfied, Simba turned and leaned back into the plant forms. He closes his eyes as he adjusts his body to sit comfortably. When he is ready, he opens his eyes, the zebras stood side by side with Kamau in the middle.

He spoke plainly with a hint of his rugged sexual excitement, "This is called a hagfish. It has a very distinctive adaptation when it feels threatened. And I'm gonna put in your butt."

Simba's eyes snapped open in surprise. What did he say? He tried to get up, but Oringo and Berta stopped him.

"This is gonna happen, kitty."

"Yeah," Oringo leans down and gets face-to-face with the shocked lion, "sp relax or we'll have to tie you up again and do it anyway."

Simba was panicked. No...that wasn't the right word...he felt hot and...and needy. He wanted this...for that fish to be put in him for their amusement. "F...fine." He tried to relax, but he just couldn't. The aura of these men was so erotic...his own body craving the feelings that he was about to experience.

Kamau knelt between the golden legs, grinning like mad at the thought of what he about to do. He gripped the hagfish's head with two fingers and a thumb, guiding it to the lion's tail hole. Simba squirmed as he felt the slimy fish begin to press into him. The wet thing being forced up tin him was moving wildly within him. Breathing became short ragged gasps and he tried to get used to the feeling of something moving so wildly in him, pressing his prostate many times and from many different angles. Wrapping the tail around his finger, made sure the hagfish couldn't get all the way inside the anal tube. Kamau watched...with increasing lust...all of the aroused expressions as they danced over the lion's face.

Wanting to find something to hold onto to help him ride out the sensations he was getting, Simba gripped the bodies standing next to him. They offered nothing. He was surprised when he felt hands grip his own. Through the haze of the pleasures he couldn't see clearly, but he knew that Berta and Oringo were now holding his hands. He squeezed while that hagfish explored him as deep as it was allowed to go.

"That feel good?"

He didn't care who asked it...it felt amazing...and he nodded happily in response. Then he felt something different...a new burning sensation...a cold burning sensation. He eyes opened wide as he began to feel everything around him in more detail. The zebras squeezing his hands gently might as well have been squeezing his dick. Pleasure seemed to close in around him like a vice, he whimpered, closing his eyes tightly.

Kamau chuckled softly, "He's ready." He licked his lips in anticipation as he slowly pulled the hagfish out. Each inch that is pulled free only accented the feelings of icy heat spreading over him. The slimy living dildo finally falls free from his ass and Kamau tosses the critter back into the water. "Come on boys, let's go to the water." Still kneeling at the lion's burning hole, made it easy for him to give the tailstar a firm lick with his thick tongue. "I want a piece of his this time."

The nerves in his body were alight with fire of being touched, but when that cool wet tongue touched pucker he froze. The coolness of the tongue was, to Simba, like taking a bath in the lakes during winter. He felt himself shiver violently. He leapt to his feet, breathing heavy, but stating raggedly, "I...want more."

Kamau softly stroked the side of Simba's face, moving his finger under the cat's chin and pulling him forward as he made his way to the water. "Don't worry kitty. You're gonna get all you can handle." The water was cold and excited their pulses, constricting their blood vessels, made it hard to breathe, but the four of them were far too caught up in their lusts to care. "Get down kitty...on your hands and knees."

A wide grin mixed in with the lustful features as the feline dropped to knees, the coldness of the water feeling great on his legs.

"Wait." Oringo asserted suddenly. The zebra lies down quickly too excited to hide the fact that he wanted the zebra to return the favor he had given him earlier. The water comes up to the zebra's side and almost washes over his belly. He is gripped by cold, but all his thought are fogged by the hot body above him.

"Take me hard, kitty...now." The wet zebra ground his hips up into the lion's naked lap.

Simba positioned his cock and pushed forward, drawing out a wistful moan that was only the first of many the men would share together. The pleasure of the tight ring squeezing his cock surged within him far stronger that he had ever felt before. His vision blurred and his body moved on its own, leaving his mind to experience the intense pleasures. He was in no position to think rationally, but if he was he might have surmised that the hagfish slime must've made him more sensitive.

"M...more...please. Fill my...ass."

Gritting his teeth was the only was he could withstand the experience and still remain in relative control. But when he felt the dull pressure of a fat cock head pressing at his ass, he drew in a long breath. The breath was supposed to make it easier to deal with the pressures he knew were coming, but he was unprepared for just how much pleasure he was going to get.

The huge cock entered him and it stretched him around its girth and rubbed the slime further into him and pressed it into his walls more firmly. Every inch of that cock was like taking heaven inside of him.

"YES! That's...it." His tongue lolled out of his mouth as he whimpered pitifully in the wake of these sensations.

"I think...he...likes the...hagfish." Oringo clenched hard down on his cock and he did the same as a reflex. Moans, wet slaps, and the sloshing water rose to invade their ears even as their bodies were assaulted with gropes, licks, and kisses. The men were enjoying the company of one another, but it still wasn't complete.

Berta knelt over Oringo's face and playfully slapped the feline in the face with cock. Each slap was throwing a pebble in the water, creating ripples and waves that washed over him. "Oh god...please...let me...suck it."

Not choosing to answer with words, the large zebras slid his cock into the willing maw. The warmth that greeted him was like sticking his dick is hot spring. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, holding the lion to his dick. Idly fucking him for now to let the lion get used to his size. Now Simba was getting pleasure from everywhere and he whimpered and shook as it seemed to be too much for him. His body felt as if he was being struck by lightning repeatedly. Convulsions doing nothing but coaxing the zebra's to move faster harder as they pleasured themselves with his body.

Kamau moved faster in him ass, humping so firmly that their balls collided with each firm thrust. The chain reaction being that he was pushed harder into Oringo and further down on Berta's cock. Each sensation whether it was tactile, olfactory, or auditory filled the jungle and surrounded them, gave them excitement beyond their dreams. Every movement was followed by another from somewhere else.

Simba had no idea where the intensity of these zebras had come from, but he liked it. The equine brothers had begun to move in unison, all three fucking into the lion at the same time. He felt compressed by their hot bodies...crushed into himself where only the pleasure could be felt. He thought he would die...the white hot ecstasy was searing his flesh and making him feel as if he would burst into flames at any moment.

Pre was flowing like the nearby waterfall, and could probably fill the lagoon they were currently fucking in. The wet slaps rivaled the crashing water for superiority in auditory ambience. They were all that could be heard; even as the zebras moaned and shouted theirs pleasure to the heavens...they were outshined by the sounds of just how hard they were going at each other.

"I'm cl...gonna...hgghhh...AAH!" Berta came first, his fat cock gushing with seed that filled Simba's gullet. He drank down all he could, but some leaked out from around his mouth, dripping down his chin and onto Oringo's chest. The Kamau shot his load and flooded his bowels. Simba felt his belly bulge from the force and amount of seed being pumped into him from both ends.

The zebra on the bottom of this foursome felt the warm belly distend and press into him. He smiled as he rubbed it, still riding that cock hard and fast. Berta and Kamau pulled out and decorated the bodies of their brother and prey with jets of white hot cum. Simba was filled to the brim, but could not pop...that vine around his dick have been lost in the haze of his sex.

"We should...stop him and...untie his cock...he deserves that much."

Kamau nods, "We will...but let little...brother get his first."

They didn't have to wait long as Simba had started pounding him more fiercely, not realizing that he would never achieve orgasm. Oringo shouted and whimpered as his climax exploded out of him. His sticky cream splashing over both of their upper bodies. Simba kept firmly fucking the poor zebras, even after his climax had subsided. Berta and Kamau pull the desperate lion off their brother, who collapses helplessly in the water with a prominent smile on his muzzle. Berta ripped the knot away and released the vine from around the feline cock.

For Simba, it was as if he had died and was now feeling the pressures of the world he knew melting away...there was only the pleasure and feeling like he was flying. His balls began to visibly shake then shrink as the cum erupted out in a fountain that covered the whole area immediately around them. The water was thick with the floating seed. And Simba blacked out...not used to this much pleasure all at once.

Berta stood, licking his lips and taking some of the seed back into his mouth. "Mmm...what do we do about him now?"

"What do you mean? Nothing's changed." Kamau replied as he rubbed his chest, still buzzing from the sexual high.

"Are you serious? That was some of the hottest sex I've ever had...I don't want that to end. Besides, it was his uncle that killed our brother...not him. What say you Orin?"

"I say, we keep him around." Oringo retorted without moving any other muscle, letting the cool water help relax him body.

Sighing heavily, Kamau accepted that he had been outvoted. He lied down next to Simba, speaking directly to him, "You got a reprieve this time cat." He sat back up, smiling, "He was pretty good wasn't he?" The intelligent zebras mind began to work, gears turning and bring questions to the surface.

How did he get here by himself?

Why did he leave the Pride Lands?

His father was the king; does he know he's out here?

And what of his uncle, does he know the prince here? If so, why wouldn't he come to rescue him?

Kamau took a deep breath and let it out, trying to relax his mind. "I wonder if his uncle knows he's alive."

Just then a small gopher burrowed up from the jungle foliage. He was surprised by the scene, but seeing the zebras he just chuckled, "You boys really know how to have a good time don't you?" His eyes then travel to the lion lying unconscious on the ground. His brow furrowed...he is unsure...but his mouth moves slowly, "Is...that...Simba?"

"Ulayn," The small mammal looked up at Kamau, "I need you to deliver a message to Rafiki of the Pride Lands."

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