Lion King 1: CH. 1 First time
Hello fellow furries. I would like to start a new series. I give thanks to Mirri and TheTiger for the inspiration here. I do not own any of the characters in this series. They all belong to Disney. If you're under 18, don't read this.
Simba went dashing down the hill. Around him, were lionesses from the Pridelands, just sitting on the rocks, basking in the sun, and enjoying the warm weather. Simba just visited his uncle, Scar. His uncle told him of a great place. He called it the Elephant Graveyard. Simba couldn't wait to go see it. Was it really a graveyard for elephants? Simba thought, or was it just called that to ward animals off because there's something really cool there? Simba glanced left to right trying to find his friend. All he could see was lionesses giving him the O, he's so cute¸ face. He hated when they gave him that face, why do they do that? I'm not a cub anymore! My mane is starting to show! Further down the hill, he saw his friend, Nala.
Her fur was as golden as the African sun. It was softer than anything he had ever touched before. The underside of her belly was a perfect cream color. She was the best friend Simba could ever hope for. Well, she was the only one his age in the Pridelands. Her mother, Sarafina, was giving her a tongue bath. Nala got her beauty from her mother, who looked like she was craved out of marble. Simba ran up to her, "Hey Nala," he said.
"Hi, Simba." Of all the times to visit me; why now?
"Come on, I just heard of this great place."
"Simba," she protested, "I'm kinda in the middle of a bath."
"And it's time for yours," Sarabi said behind him. Oh crap, I didn't see my mom here. He tried to run, but Sarabi picked Simba up with her maw. She dropped him in his paws and gave her son a tongue bath. "Mom!" Simba yelled, he tried to escape, but his mother would let him, "Mom, you're messing up my mane!" Sarabi smiled, He's so cute when he's trying to act older. He's just like his father when he was a cub. Simba jumped down, "Okay, I'm clean. Can we go now?" He had a cowlick sticking straight up into the air. He reached up and settled the damage his mother had done to his hair.
"So where are we going? It better not be anyplace dumb," Nala said. Simba turned around. He saw Sarafina licking Nala's tailhole and cunny. Feelings flowed through Simba's body like never before. He became light-headed. His knees were weak, and were about to give way. His lion loins tingled with feelings he had never felt before. He was dumbfounded by the sight. Simba had never seen Nala like this before, well, he'd seen her get tongue baths before in that area, but this one was different. Nala looked different somehow. He felt a little bit older. Simba didn't know what was happening to him. Sarabi saw her son's knees wobble, she wondered why. She then saw where Nala was getting a tongue bath. Both Sarafina and her knew that she was eating out at Nala, but Nala was too young to feel any pleasure from that. And when someone was getting eaten out by Sarafina, they would feel pleasure, much pleasure, Sarabi knew this personally. She remembered how they would do sixty-nines. Sarafina was so good; Sarabi could barely concentrate on Sarafina's cunt. Sarabi's pussy tingled from just thinking about the experience. Now, Simba was starting his journey into lionhood. He could now feel pleasure, his first from seeing Nala in this compromising situation.
Simba snapped out of his trance, he walked up to her, "No, it's really cool."
"So where is this really cool place?" Sarabi asked. Man, why does she always have to do that? he thought. What should I tell her?
"Oh," Come on, think, what's a place that you always go to? Simba smiled, "Around the water hole."
"The water hole?" Nala said, "What so great about the water hole?" Her mom was still licking her neither regions. Sarafina hadn't even thought about how wrong this was. Nala needed a bath; she was her mother, so she gave her one, nothing sexual about it. Simba leaned in to whisper to her, so their parents couldn't hear him, "I'll show you when we get there." Simba made a face saying, our parents are right here. He hoped that she would get the clue.
She did, "Oh, Mom, can I go with Simba?"
"Hmmm, what do you think Sarabi?"
"Well..." she started. Nala and Simba walked up to her, "Please..." they both said together. Sarabi wasn't going to say 'no' to those cubs, "It's all right with me."
The little cubs cheered. Sarabi smiled, it would be like a date for them. "As long as Zazu goes with you."
"No! Not Zazu!" Simba cried. Sarabi thought, just so they don't get into trouble, and so that Simba doesn't mount Nala before she's ready, like what Mufasa did to me when we were cubs. Oh well, it was fun in the end.
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Simba and Nala were walking on a path drawn out for them by Mufasa years ago that lead directly to the water hole. Zazu was flying overhead, spying on the two mischievous cubs. Simba kicked up dirt with his front paw, why does Dad always have to do stuff like making a path for us? We know where the water hole is, even if this stupid path wasn't here. When I have cubs, I'm never going to do this protective stuff; I'll let them do whatever they want. There are a few animals already at the water hole, hmmm, maybe they could help us. "Step lively," Zazu said, "The sooner we get to the water hole, the sooner we can leave."
Nala thought, Good, while he's talking to himself, I can talk to Simba, "So where are we really going?" she whispered.
"An elephant graveyard," he whispered back.
"WOW!" she exclaimed.
"Shhhhh!" Simba hissed Nala flatted her ears against her skull; Simba tilted his head towards the bird, "Zazu."
"Right, So how are we gonna ditch the dodo?"
"You see those animals by the water hole, I'll get their attention and together, we can get rid of Zazu."
"Oh just look at you two," Zazu sneered as he swooped down to Simba and Nala, "Little seeds of romance blossoming in the savannah. Your parents will be thrilled," the cubs were looking at each other with looks of boredom for anything the unwanted chaperone had to say about them or anything at all, "what with your being betrothed and all."
"Be what?" Simba asked. He didn't like big confusing words, they made his head hurt.
"Betrothed. Intended. Affianced," the list seemed to go on forever. Nala dipped her head down to get to eye level with the short Zazu, "which means..."
"One day, you two are going to be married."
"Yuck." Nala said.
"Eww!" cried Simba, "I can't marry her. She's my friend!"
"Yeah, it'd be so weird."
"Sorry to bust your bubble, but you two turtle doves have no choice." Here we go again, Simba thought. "It's a tradition going back generations."
Simba winked at Nala, "Well, when I'm king, that'll be the first thing to go..."
Simba and Nala laughed, "All right! It worked!" Simba said.
"We lost him."
"I am a genius." Simba said in stride.
"Hey genius, it was my idea."
"Yeah, but I pulled it off."
Nala bared her teeth, "With me!"
"Oh yeah?" Simba tacked her, tried to roar, but nothing came out but a cubbish 'raar.' Nala flipped him over and pinned him, "Pinned ya," Nala smiled.
Simba's eyes widened, not because Nala pinned him, she had done that many times, he looked downwards, her pussy was resting right on his sheath. She was straddling him, which put pressure on his lower body. Sarafina's saliva hadn't all evaporated yet, and the wet fur ticked his sheath. His lionhood was slowly coming out of its furry prison. He moved his eyes upwards and admired her creamy belly fur, now more than ever before. Simba looked at Nala's chest, which wasn't hard because her front paws were pinning his shoulders down. Nala wondered why Simba was looking at her like that. He saw that Nala had premature furry orbs underneath the soft fur. Simba had a strange sensation to want to lick them. He licked his whiskers instead. This got him aroused even more. His cock came a little bit more out in the open and slid right into Nala's cunny. When the tip touched her hymen; that was enough for her, she got up, "Whoa! Simba, what did you do?" She walked away from him, and turned her back to him. Then she sat down on the ground.
Only then did Simba realize what he'd done. He had seen his parents mate before and it looked like his mother and father were in pain. He didn't want to put that pain on his friend. "Gods, I'm sorry Nala. I didn't mean to. It just happened. I promise I'll never do that ever again."
No one said anything for a while; they were both wallowing in their thoughts. Flocks of birds past overhead, tress swayed their leaves, but the two cubs didn't notice anything. "I'm sorry Nala," he repeated, "Come on, let's go home."
Nala didn't move, "No," she said, "That thing... what you did... it felt... kinda good." She turned around and she had a smile on her face. She pounced on Simba. They giggled and went back to their childish ways again. After a while of wrestling, Nala pinned Simba. His cock was already semi-erect, so the head slid nicely into Nala. Simba, out of instinct, thrusted inward. He felt a membrane wrap around his dick, and his cock tore through it. Nala gripped Simba's chest fur, and cried out in pain. "Are you okay?" Simba asked.
"I'm fine... just please... keep going," she panted.
Simba had never mated before, but he'd seen his parents mated many times, and understood the basics of what to do. He rocked his hips forward until he hilted her. Simba then pulled back until the head was just inside of her cunny. Then he rammed into her again. Simba tilted his head back and moaned, he let his lower half of his body take over; while he enjoyed the overwhelming bliss. Her pussy was so tight having nothing been in there before. His dick was on fire from the heat of her walls. Pre-cum was squirting out of his tip making Simba's trusting easier and smoother. Meanwhile, Nala bounced up and down the rod. She felt like she was being ripped apart, but it felt so good. Simba's lionhood filled her up nicely.
Simba reached his paws up to her tit and ran a claw across her nipple. It popped erect from the attention. Nala moaned, "Oh yes, Simba, that felt so good." He took the nipple into his anxious muzzle. He tried to suck milk out of it, like he did with his mother when he was very little, but none came out. Nala shuttered at this. She arched her back, which bent the rod inside of her. Simba murred into her orb. He realized that if it made Nala and him feel good, then he should continue. The little lion cub used his tongue to flick the nipple. He ran his paws through Nala's fur. He tried to do whatever he could think of in his cub mind. "You're... good... Simba... where did you learn?" Nala said between pants.
"Iv henn ma arent lo it," he mumbled.
Nala giggled, "What?"
Simba took his muzzle out, and spit out some hairs, at which Nala giggled more, "I've seen my parents do it."
Nala smiled, "So have I. I've learned a lot too, like this," she kissed Simba and pushed her tongue into his muzzle. Their tongues wrestled and massaged one another. They two cubs curled their tails around the other. They were in love. Simba and Nala didn't care if someone found out, in fact, their parents have been expecting them to progress for quite some time. Nala ran her paws through Simba's head fur He doesn't have a mane, well, he will have one soon, but he looks so cute when he doesn't have one.
Nala decided to end their fun, she learned a trick from her mom, Nala squeezed her cunt as hard as she could around Simba's lionhood. She felt Simba's barbs push back against her folds.
"Ah! Nala!" Simba cried out. His furry balls contracted and he was thrown into his first orgasm of his life. It was the best feeling he had ever felt before. His entire body was shook with pleasure, his muscles tensed up, he let out another weak "rarr," he cummed thick ropes of white lion cream into Nala's cunny, and his claws on all four of his paws involuntarily extended. The lion cub lifted his legs, and one of the claws went into Nala's tailhole. Nala tilted her head backwards and cried out, "SIMBA!!!" Her tailhole squeezed Simba's claw, and her pussy squeezed even tighter around Simba's cock, milking every drop of cum he had in him. Her juices rained down her tunnel, and onto Simba fur, soaking them in a mixture of their sweet cum. The two cubs were panting in each other's cum, they both had the best experience of their lives. Nala slowly lifted herself up off of Simba. There was a loud squishing sound as he pulled out of her. Nala laid down between Simba's hind legs. She was out of breath, her body was all shaken up, and she loved it. Her belly was filled with warmth, her entire body was filled with aftershocks of pleasure, and her heart was filled with love.
"Simba," she said.
"Yeah?"
"That was amazing."
"Yeah..." he repeated.
Nala looked up at Simba, but his head was blocked by his dripping cock. Nala giggled, it looked funny. When it was in her, it was rock hard, but now, she noticed that it was losing its hardness and it was falling to one side. There were liquid coating every inch of his cock. The rod was glistening in the sun. His balls were coated too. Nala had a yearning sensation to lick the liquid off. She stuck out her tongue from her muzzle and gave Simba's furry balls a lick.
Simba shivered, "Oh!"
Nala looked up at Simba, "I'm sorry Simba, do you not like that?" "No, it feels great," Simba smiled. He rested on his back, with his elbows supporting him so he could see Nala doing whatever she was going to do to him.
Nala giggled, and she continued to lick his balls. Nala took one of his balls in her muzzle. She swirled her tongue around it, and cleaned their cum off, it tasted weird to her; weird, but good. It was sweeter than water. When she cleaned one off, she moved to the other ball. Nala noticed that the cum on this ball was thicker and had a different taste than the other one. Nala got more aroused from the smell of the cum. She became greedy; she craved more. She looked up and saw pre and their cum on Simba's cock. She swallowed his entire cock; lapping up at all that it had to offer. By now, Simba's cock had become rock hard again.
Simba put his paw on Nala's head and pushed her down on his cock, "Oh, Nala... whatever you do, don't stop..." Nala smiled at the complement, and began to bob her head up and down Simba's length. Her teeth scrapped against his flesh, but not enough to cause him to bleed. Simba's tiny cub barbs on his rod scrapped back on the inside of Nala's cheek, tickling her. Jets of pre-cum fired into her muzzle. She found that the taste was sweet but she thought that wasn't the same taste as the other liquid; either way, she swallowed it down her gullet. Nala reached down and fingered her sex. She used her other paw to play with Simba's balls. Simba could smell Nala's driving scent in the air. He sighed and moaned. He was so close to cumming for the second time that day. His lionhood was twitching inside her mouth. Simba could feel his pulse in his balls. His head was crazing with pleasure.
"Nala, I'm going to... ahh!!!" Simba unloaded his white cum into her muzzle, which she gulped down eagerly. Cumming again felt like a dam bursting after years of torment to Simba. Simba feel limp. His elbows gave way. Simba laid flat down. His little cub body was all worn out. His fur was covered in sweat. The blazing African sun just made it worse, but he still enjoyed every second of what happened to him that day.
Nala felt terrific too. There was now a nice warmth in her stomach, the same as her belly. A bead of cum dribbled down her chin. She felt closer to Simba than ever before. I wonder what our parents would say if they ever found out. But like Simba, she was too tired to be worried. The two cubs slowly closed their eyes and feel asleep. After a short nap, Simba and Nala woke up. They looked at each other not knowing what to say. They saw that the other was not the same as before. They didn't know whether to run away, or rub their heads together and purr. I wonder if this changes anything? they thought. Simba smiled and pounced on Nala. They giggled and wrestled around and played like nothing had happened. They fell off a cliff and landed on a dusty ground. Nala pinned Simba once again, "Pinned ya again." He was too tired to mate again, so he pushed against her chest, "Get off me." A geyser erupted next to them, which got their attention. They walked around and saw a rather large elephant's skull. So Uncle Scar was right; this really is an Elephant Graveyard.
"This is it, we made it," Simba said.
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