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The caves were quiet, and a golden lion cub pranced along the tracks connecting them, stopping every now and then to poke his head into a chamber. They all seemed to be empty, which was strange indeed.

The usually calm savannah sky looked dark and foreboding, and in its anger it threw spots of rain onto the lands, some of which splashed irksomely on the youngster's head. He groaned and glared up at the clouds, quite offended. He wasn't keen on rain, not only its obligatory wetness, but also the way it tended to spoil any chance of play or adventure. It's hard to be adventurous at all when you're stuck inside because of the weather.

From the distance came an ominous growl of thunder, followed by a surge in the rate of the drops tumbling from the heavens. The cub mumbled a curse on the precipitation, and abandoned his search for company, instead walking - with decidedly less zeal - back to his home cave.

He peered from the entrance, and saw that his mother and her friend were stretched lazily on the den floor, no doubt having some kind of natter about boring grown-up things. The rain sure didn't matter to them.

"Simba!" his mother Sarabi greeted warmly. "We were just talking about you!"

The cub forced a disingenuous smile.

"Come over here son. Let's have a little talk."

With those words the worst scenario had arrived. There was nothing on earth that was more boring than a chat with his Mom and her friend.

"Well... I'd love to Mom, really I would... b-but... I... have to go... outside now. Ya know - for umm... Prince... stuff..?"

He flashed an uneasy grin as he prepared to leap from view and escape the horrors of a parental debate. But he was stopped in his tracks.

"Simba."

Sarabi's reverberating call was firm, but without hostility. She was a mild-mannered lioness that always exuded calm, but could still command the utmost respect, especially from her son.

Simba's ears flattened as he trudged over to the adults, in quiet self-admonishment for his failure to make a better excuse under duress.

"Hey Mom," he greeted. "Where is everybody?"

It was his mother's friend Sarafina that intercepted the question.

"Your father is out on patrol, and the others have gone hunting before the weather moves in."

Simba sighed. But then a fresh hope lit up his eyes as he thought of his very special cub friend.

"And Nala?"

"She's tagged along too," the pale-coated lioness answered again.

Simba snorted disdainfully, sinking into despair. That was it then. He was stuck here. Maybe if he huffed and frowned enough, they'd let him go..?

"...I wanted to tell you something Simba, something important."

Sarabi interrupted his thought process, motioning in a way that invited him nearer. She sat up straight as her sulky cub drew close, gracefully ignoring his moody, distinctly child-like expression.

"There is a tradition son, a King's tradition that you need to know about."

Simba stood still before her, now somewhat perplexed.

"On his anniversary," she continued. "The King...well... he lays down the law... to all other males in the pride. All of them."

"Alright!" Simba exclaimed. "Go Dad!"

The lionesses looked at each other, chuckling at his youthful naivety.

"We think you may be old enough to be involved with the tradition yourself this year."

Simba's eyes widened with excitement. Anything to do with kings, general kingliness, royalty and such, he was all over.

"Oh yeahhh! I have grown, look!" he grinned fervently, standing on the tips of his paws to appear taller.

Sarabi and Sarafina laughed again. The young lion had developed a little, but clearly not as much as he believed. He was still very much cub, complete with unassuming mane.

"We will... have a good look Simba," Sarabi said. "In fact, that is why I called you over here. This tradition is for the most mature, most grown-up of lions... and we're going to see if you are ready..."

"I am Mom, I am!"

"There will be some things that happen that you may think are strange, but this is all part of becoming an adult lion," she explained.

Simba could barely contain his excitement. Maybe this afternoon wouldn't be such a dead loss after all.

"An adult lion..." he repeated breathlessly.

"So... what do you think Sarafina?" Sarabi asked, glancing to her friend.

The other female tilted her head, looking over the youngster's form.

"He's a very handsome young lion," she smiled.

Simba blushed slightly, but stuck his nose up in the air with pride.

Sarabi hummed in agreement, with a touch of vanity herself.

"Now turn around Simba," she said calmly.

"Whoa - w-what?"

"Turn around for me."

Simba's face contorted in embarrassment.

"Umm... o-okay," he squeaked, obeying her command.

Sarabi and Sarafina smiled as the youngster's rump greeted them.

"Alright now, lift it up baby."

A cold dread made him shudder at the instruction. He looked back, first at Sarafina and then pleadingly at his mother.

"But Mom..!"

"Sarafina has seen it all before, Simba," Sarabi responded coolly. "Remember... adult lion..."

Simba didn't understand in the slightest... but reluctantly he raised his tail, inch by inch, until the voyeurs' sight was completely unimpeded. Simba bowed his head down, his earlier pride well and truly drained, and his face burning red. He felt so awkward and exposed, displayed for them like this. He had to question his mother.

"Mom, what's going on?"

She moved to comfort him.

"It's okay Simba, we have to make sure you are ready, that's all," she soothed.

She and her friend inspected the cub's rear intently, from his cute snug orbs to his small young tailhole.

"That's a very cute butt," grinned Sarafina.

Beset by a strange desire, Sarabi reached forward with a forepaw, and softly circled the boy's delicate opening with a claw. Simba trembled at her not-so-motherly touch - he had never been felt in such a private place before. A direct current passed from his tail to his brain, tickling his skin at the surface, the shock of the feeling buckling his legs.

"M-mom..? Nnng..!"

Without warning, the claw breached him, gently again - and the current grew tenfold. Simba lost his breath momentarily, and his balance almost along with it. After only a second or two, the claw withdrew, and the strange feeling slowly dissipated. It was all over in a flash. But the cub was panting.

"Okay Simba, you can turn around again now."

He only faintly heard her words, now at battle with the new thoughts in his mind, and listening to his breaths to calm himself. At least it was over. Now questions fought each other to be asked.

"W-why did you..? With my butt..?" he stammered.

His mother was unmoved.

"We think you are ready Simba," she beamed warmly. "You have done so well - you deserve a reward."

Simba's senses slowly returned, and the hotness of his cheeks subsided. The word 'reward' was a most effective aid to his recovery. Before he could question the terms though, he was lightly pushed by his mother, and he landed on his back with a soft thud. His legs kicked the air instinctively.

"Mom!" he moaned, feeling rather silly.

"Relax little Simba," she said softly. "It's time for your reward. I'm going to teach you an important part of being a grown-up lion."

Without further words, the large lioness stood over her toppled son, casting a smile at his confused face. Simba grew increasingly nervous.

"W-what are you going to do?"

Instead of answering, she studied him, from his cadenced flicking tail, to the secret flash of tailhole, beyond his cute little balls and up his young innocent sheath. All the while his small limbs still flexed pathetically.It was all so perfect - he was so perfect.

Sarabi leaned forward and licked her son's ear, moving carefully down his cheek and following underneath his chin.

"Oh great, the reward is a bath..." the youngster groaned, rolling his eyes and eliciting a chuckle from the lioness.

She still didn't speak, adding one small lick to his little pink nose, before plunging in on his muzzle, locking hers with it. Simba gasped as his mother set upon him, the deepest kiss binding mother and son in an untrodden, sensual passion. Simba tried to fight at first - as useless as it was, his mother being a lot larger and stronger than him - but soon he was drawn into her trap. It was no longer an appalling notion - he was slave to her learned tongue, and the force of her lips, pulling him into a pool of unknown sensations, leading him through a whole new world. It was timeless and safe, and grew more natural with the passing seconds. The cub's eyes shut tight as the sheer joy enshrouded him.

Without warning, Sarabi withdrew, leaving Simba's eyes closed and strained lips still searching for his mother's. He finally opened his eyes, groggy from potent, new-found emotions, his head swimming with them.

"I am so proud of you, my son," Sarabi whispered. Simba felt a lot more comfortable now, not even noticing Sarafina watching their every move.

"Wow Mom, did we just..?"

Sarabi placed a paw gently on his muzzle to quieten him, and then gradually moved herself below the cub's tranquil face and rolling eyes, licking softly at his downy chest fur, drawing channels in the velvet pelt with her lustful tongue.

"Mmm... that's actually... kinda cool..." the cub grinned, shivering lightly.

Simba had come around from the kiss to realise what his mother was now doing. This was so very different from a bath, he thought. Sarabi's caress continued, and she took her time shifting down her cub's tight little body, savouring the smoothness of his golden coat, the ever-quickening thump of his heart, and the quiet, airy moans that escaped his muzzle every now and then.

Kissing along his abdomen, she stopped just short of his most tender area. She could see without touching that his young shaft had ideas of its own, free of its owner's control. It was already hard and wanting.

Simba glanced down, and could see just how close his mother had gotten to his very private parts. He panicked a little, his mind racing, and short breaths causing his chest to heave in and out.

"No... Mom... you can't... it's not right..." he managed to gasp, struggling in an attempt to stand up and halt proceedings.

"Simba," his mother soothed, lifting her huge paw. "It's okay. Trust me. You will really like it, I promise."

Her seductive eyes locked onto his fearful ones, and he bended to her will, retaking his position and hesitantly allowing her to continue. However strange and arousing the situation was, it still felt wrong to him, but there was no one in the world that he trusted more than his mother.

After the touching interlude, and briefest of respites for young Simba, Sarabi returned in earnest to her work. It didn't take long for Simba's opposition to completely break - he sighed deeply and almost melted into the cave floor, as his doting mother stroked along the inside of his thighs. With her nose buried she could enjoy the slight aroma of his young musk, a much more subtle, delicate odour than that of his father. As she worked his sensitive skin - dangerously close to his erogenous organs - the nose teased, bumping the boy's juvenile sack, prompting a gasp and small giggle. Deeply relaxed, yet focused and in tune to every grind of his mother's tongue, Simba closed his eyes and wondered how it was possible for his body to feel this good...

Sarabi finally ended her erotic grooming and switched her attention to his yearning sheath, now as hard as the rock they lay upon, and threatening to reveal its secrets. She placed her paw gently upon it, and rubbed her pads along the length of the silky cover.

"Let's see if you have grown..."

With her touch on such a mysterious area, new sensations bloomed in Simba's brain. His loins were on fire - loins he didn't even realise he had. Every inch of his skin was receptive, alert to the slightest touch, or graze, or even breeze. He groaned dreamily as his pink cub cock slowly slipped free of his sheath, and grew up to his tummy, standing lightly barbed, moist and proud.

Simba dared to look down, and couldn't believe what he saw. Was that his? Sarabi, on the other paw, licked her lips in delight.

"Do you know how to use this Simba?" she asked alluringly.

Simba, shook himself from the shock of seeing his unensconced member for the first time, taking a few seconds to answer.

"Y-Yeah Mom, of course I do. I pee with it!"

Sarabi laughed. She was expecting him to answer so innocently.

"I will show you some fun you can have with it."

She lowered her head, and inhaled his scent deeply again, before licking with the lightest touch to the tip of his cock. Waves of pleasure rushed his body, stealing his breath.

"Ahhh..."

Sarabi looked on eagerly, while Simba's heart thumped through his chest, and his eyes closed tight, as his hips lifted up begging for more of the same feeling.

"You like that, Simba..?"

One cub eye dared to peek.

"Mmhmm," he smiled, entranced. "It... nng... feels so weird..."

"Would you like more?"

Simba could only nod enthusiastically. His inhibitions were truly lost now, the new sensations invading his young body were too powerful. He lay now, perfectly vulnerable, willing his mother to do anything to him, as long as this pleasure could continue.

Sarabi heeded his wishes and returned to his straining little penis, which throbbed with his heartbeat and lifted from his soft cream tummy fur. Her large muzzle enveloped it, fitting its modest girth and length comfortably into her warm, moist mouth.

"Ohhh... Mom... it's so... good..." the youngster moaned.

His ecstasy was instant as he succumbed to his mother's expert practice, despite him stretching out his legs and impulsively trying to push her head away.

Sarabi allowed a smile as she continued to work away on his cock, bobbing up and down, painting his shaft with her tongue as her son kicked involuntarily, with the toes of his paws curling in rapture. The boy could feel a strange tension building in his lower half, a tingle in the pit of his tummy rolling along with his speeding heart. The waves of pleasure were crashing into him now, becoming too much to handle, his groans and cries echoing around the cave, matching the soft slurping sound of his mother treating his young cock.

Simba's movements became wilder and his pants quickened even further, so Sarabi slowed and place a paw on Simba's aching balls. She could feel them rising and pulling, desperate for relief.

"Nnn... Ohhh... I'm so tingly..."

Simba's convulsions grew and grew, and he bucked his hips instinctively into his mother's muzzle, whining and whimpering in desperation.

"I can... f-feel... s-something Mom..."

"Shh little one, it's okay..."

A few more seconds is all the boy could take, and with his forepaws he tried again to shove his mother's head away from his tender, pulsing cock.

"Mom!" he managed to gasp. "I think... I'm gonna pee!"

Sarabi removed her muzzle quickly and grasped the base of his penis with her paw.

"Not yet little one," she soothed. "Not yet."

Her boy continued to writhe, now in silence, unable to emit even a huff as a false orgasm invaded his body. His mind was shot, beneath heavy eyelids his eyes rolled back, and for a time he was lost to the world - the sheer agonising pleasure paralyzing him.

After a few moments, Simba found his voice again - a weak and rasping one.

"Ughh, mmm... Mom... Nnnnn..."

Sarabi kept a close eye on her son's cock, which throbbed and danced and begged for release, but could only drive out a single drop of creamy ejaculate that rested on the tip, as she denied it satisfaction.

Simba tried his hardest to speak actual words, but it was a hopeless task. Sarabi chuckled - she could imagine the feelings that ravaged him now, the sheer ecstasy that consumed his little body. Still she gripped on the base of his pink member, waiting for her son to pull away from the edge. Soon enough he did - and the throbbing stopped - although the cub was still needful, and still lost in bliss. Sarabi wiped the cum from the tender tip of his penis with her smooth paw pad, and aimed a long lick that traced over his tailhole, and his taint, and across his tight balls, causing Simba to fall back to earth, shivering at the stroke. Some control had finally returned to his body, but he still felt weak and sensitive - the end of every nerve ablaze and eagerly awaiting stimulation.

Sarabi provided, her warm muzzle lowering to Simba's cute little balls. Her hot breath made him sigh long and contentedly, his neck loosening and his head falling back to the ground. The lioness took the cue to proceed, nudging his golden orbs gently, before setting her rough tongue to them, grinding them against each other and bathing them devotedly.

"Nnng, ohhh..." Simba whined with every little brush of his sensitive balls. He could feel his body steadily building towards a beautiful crescendo again.

With her attention where it was, Sarabi could see the boy's smooth sack attempting to rise once more. Simba was panting again, as desire took hold even stronger than before. She could feel his body stiffen once more, before continuing to writhe and wriggle, in spite of the weariness it felt.

She could not deny him any longer. A few seconds she allowed herself to admire her son's squirming form, completely helpless and disorientated - his body and mind hers to command. She teased with an errant flick of his young tip - to which he bucked and arched his back - before she plunged down onto his needful cock with glee. Sarabi, the huntress, was in for the kill, sucking and licking her prey with a force that underlined her natural power. The cock throbbed in her muzzle now, the balls taut in preparation for the end.

Sarabi placed a large, warm paw on her son's tummy and held him steady, releasing his drool-soaked cock as violent spasms wracked every part of his body. His long-suffering climb to climax was almost complete, as he was blinded by the stimuli, and carried away by the tide of bliss.

"It f-feels... Ugh... I can't..."

His limbs locked for the final time as he reached the crest of his final wave. The power was something quite scary to him, but he had the wherewithal to grit his teeth and ride the flood of feeling one last time...

"Come on..." Sarabi urged, giving his tip one more quick kiss. "Come on little one... cum for me, you can do it."

"Nnn... Nnnnnnng..."

With a last, strong jerk of his hips, the cub cummed hard - and long - the sheer power of his guttural groan almost a shock to his mother. Sarabi watched on as rope after rope of his young semen shot free and smeared his soft tummy fur. The release was heaven, his thankful pink member rising and falling with every wave of cum that it could, finally, dispense. Simba was breathless, seeing stars through tightly shut eyes, and completely at the mercy of his body's mighty seizures,

"Good boy..."

Sarabi watched her son's face contorting with the lasting exhilaration, still wriggling under her paw, and gasping and whimpering. Each wave prompted a new adorably helpless squeak from the youngster.

Eventually his young cock had squeezed out so much, and could produce no more, and Simba's first true orgasm began to burn out. The cub's eyes stayed shut, and he wore an inane smile, one of pure contentment, but with a hint of wooziness. Strength finally began to flood back into his limbs, temporarily at least, enough time for him to stand, wobble and collapse forward into his mother's chest fur.

"M-mom... I... That was..."

"Good boy Simba," she again cooed softly at her exhausted cub. "I love you."

Gentle rhythmic breaths told her that he was already asleep in her embrace. She adoringly began to clean up the sweet, matted fluids on his tummy.

Sarafina had watched events unfold with intrigue, and turned to her friend.

"A King's tradition, hmm?" she laughed.

Sarabi, nursing something of an after-glow herself, could only smile back.