Cubsitting
The Pride Lands' heat and humidity left many lionesses in the pride unable to concentrate on their two simple tasks: hunting and mating. Though the weather had always been hot, today of all days seemed to be far worse.
The watering holes were crowded with sweaty elephants, hippos, and rhinos, waving their leathery musks around like nobody's business, warding off other animals who needed a cool down.
The skies were clear avian life, most of the birds far too tired and hot to take wing into the humid skies - let's not forget the mammals, too busy finding shade and water to worry about hunting, most of them sleepy, the head absorbing in their thick furs.
Even Zazu, King Mufasa's royal adviser was far too hot to take wing, stepping lightly on the shady parts of the stone palace that Mufasa's father, and his father's father named Pride Rock, where many generations have risen and fallen.
Sarabi, Mufasa's queen, places her cub, Simba, at her king's feet, "I will lead the lionesses to a cooler hunting ground, maybe then we'll find some food."
"I'll help, it's too hot for you all to go alone. Many others are dropping with exhaustion and even falling to mirages... I'll entrust Zazu to keep our son cool and hydrated," Mufasa replies, picking up his young cub by the scruff of his neck.
"Dad? What's a mirage?" Simba asks, his voice tiny and curious.
"Well, Son," Mufasa explains, setting him back down at his front paws, "A mirage is something the heat makes us see that isn't really there. It happens because we get too hot."
"Ooh," Simba says, turning around quickly to shout to his leaving mother, "Don't get a mirage, Mama!"
Sarabi smiles to Mufasa as he picks up their son, carrying him inside, setting him on the cool stone.
"Stay in here until your mother and I return. It's far too out there for you right now. Zazu will be in charge while I'm gone."
"Okay, Dad."
"Zazu!" Mufasa calls to the parrot, "Zazu, keep him in the shade and don't let him become too hot. Understand?"
Zazu bows humbly to Mufasa, "Yes Sire! I will do my very best!" He wraps a wing around the kitten and smiles, directing him further into the cave of Pride Rock, "Come, Simba, we'll work on your posture while your father is out."
A meerkat named Timon scampers up the rocks, having traveled away from home. Scavenging for his usual favorite, grubs and insects, he climbs his way up into Pride Rock. Seeing the bird inside, Timon immediately remembers who it is.
Timon has had a few run-ins with Zazu in the past, often while out looking for food. They would often scavenge and hunt in the same places where the abundance of grubs was uncanny.
Timon immediately scurries to Zazu, popping up from behind him.
"Zazu! A-a-aye pal! What brings you to this big ol' hunk of stone, eh?" Timon laughs, watching Zazu scurry from the sudden spook.
"Ah! Ah... Ah I actually... live here. Timon," Zazu pants, catching his breath, "You shouldn't just show up here unannounced... this is..."
"Say, who's this little guy?" Timon interrupts, "Th-this is the king's son... you really shouldn't barge in here, this is a..."
"Hey little guy!" Timon interrupts, "Hey kitty! Aren't you a cute little guy!"
"Timon! You really must be careful, this is a..."
"What's your name little fella? I'm Timon, you can call me uncle T if you wanna, I don't..."
"Lion's Den!" Zazu panics, interrupting Timon's baby talk with Simba.
"Wait, this is a lion's den? You live here? Are you nuts?! Lions eat things like us!" Timon scolds.
"I'm actually the king's royal adviser," Zazu states rather matter-of-factly, "And this... is the king's young son, Simba."
"Ah... so you're a little lion, eh?" Timon says to Simba, his hands on his hips, "If you think for one minute you'll be eating me, Prince or not! I ain't on the menu!"
"One day, this young cat will rule all the Pride Lands. Right now we're just working on some etiquette," Zazu states, standing straight and puffing his chest out, "So if you'll excuse us, perhaps come back at a later time."
"Later time? This is a lion's den..." Timon says, looking around the Pride Rock den, "I'd rather make my visit now and get it over with before I see any larger versions of this little thing."
"Well... when the lionesses return, I know they'll be rather ravenous."
"What does ravin... ra-vin..." Simba sounds out.
"Ravenous, Simba. It means extremely hungry. Which is why mister Timon must leave."
"Well they ain't back yet, I ain't worried!" Timon says rather confidently, "Though... you should be. Don't you think you should establish a little eh... dominance?"
Zazu tilts his head to the left slightly, "Oh, I could never," he says, "King Mufasa is the dominant one here. If I were to ever even attempt, why... I wouldn't hear the end!"
"You said yourself... they'll be ravenous. You don't exactly not look like a fresh piece of meat, you know."
Zazu looks over at Simba, who is playing with a cricket. He pounces on the little creature, his claws out and stabbing through the tiny bug. The insect's body makes a loud, crunchy, popping sound as Simba slams his paw onto the floor of the den, trying to get the mess off his claws.
Zazu gulps a bit, sweating nervously, imagining Sarabi or any of the other lionesses doing that to him.
Zazu mumbles to Timon, "I... I suppose a little bit more of a say around here might protect me... b-but the King..."
"The King's adviser, blah blah," Timon interrupts, "Look... if you want to become lion food, starting with that cute little thing," Timon says, slinging an arm around Zazu's neck and pointing to Simba, innocently preying on bugs, "be my guest. It was nice knowing you, Feathers."
Zazu gulps again, shaking a little, "Oh... uh... s-so what do you propose we do, then?" Zazu whispers to Timon.
"Well," Timon whispers back, "I heard that asserting male dominance starts with a mating stance."
"M-mating?" Zazu gasped, "Simba is only a kitten! Barely a cub yet! If King Mufasa ever found out that I..."
"Li-on-me-e-eat!" Timon sings softly.
"I... Timon... don't be absurd, now!"
"You see Mufasa do it to the lions around here, right?"
"Well, of course I do, but it's his..."
"So you're the king's adviser - doesn't that make you pretty high up in the ranks?" Timon says, a smirk sliding across his face.
"Well... I do suppose you've got a small point."
"So... what're you waiting for?" Timon nudges, "Mount him and show him that you're in charge. Mufasa did leave you in charge, I assume?"
Zazu remembers clearly Mufasa putting him in charge until he returns with the pride, leaving Simba in his care. Looking over at Timon, he realized that he had a point. Zazu is in charge - he'd have to teach Simba that.
"N-now Simba..." Zazu gulps, "I need you to hold very still, and..."
"Don't explain to him," Timon says, interrupting, placing his hands on his hips, "Just do it! You don't has permission to be top dog, you take top dog!"
Simba watches as Zazu and Timon bicker about propriety and assertion, and all the while he can't seem to understand much of what they're talking about.
He turns his back and watches the horizon - the sun gets higher, making the rock a little warmer. Suddenly, his chin is forced to become almost hot as his face is pressed to the den's floor.
Zazu mounts Simba, his talons holding onto Simba's little hips tightly, but not harming him. Lifting Simba's tail out of the way with his beak, Zazu aligns his pelvis with Simba's tailhole.
"W-what if the king comes back and sees this?" Zazu panics.
"Don't worry... you'll be fine!" Timon reassures, now show the little kid who's in charge before he gets the wrong idea!"
"Wh-what's going..."
"S-Simba, you need to let me do this... okay?" Zazu says rather timidly.
"You call that assertion?" Timon laughs, "Tell him like you mean it!"
Zazu gulps, two feathers falling from his neck, "S-Simba! I... order you to keep still and... and quiet!"
Simba tilts his head and watches as Zazu balances on his rear, obeying his simple command.
"Very good!" Timon praises, "Now you gotta mate with him."
"W-what?! Y-you said just the stance was enough!"
"Well, you gotta train him while he's young, right? One day he'll turn on ya! But if you dominate completely..."
"Timon, you... y-you leave right now!" Zazu says, flapping his wings to stay balanced.
"There! See? Just do the same thing to him!"
Zazu keeps his balance, looking down at the young lion prince. The friction of his groin against Simba's rear begins to make him feel a bit aroused.
Zazu's cock begins to poke out from his feathers, growing into fat, cone shaped shaft, squeezing tightly into Simba's tailhole.
"Hungh?" Simba gasps, his eyes widening as he feels Zazu's cock beckoning entry.
"See?" Timon says, "Your body's responding naturally! Besides, you're just doing what the king says, anyway," Timon says, trying to calm Zazu down.
"Th-this can't be what he... mmgh-meant!" Zazu's cock grows, and soon, instinct takes over. Zazu gently pushes his hips forward, his cock slipping partway into Simba's ass, but as he was directed, Simba doesn't really move or make a sound.
Timon pats Zazu on the back, driving him slightly deeper into Simba, making him panic a bit.
"Whoa, calm down, Feathers!" Timon chuckles, "Enjoy it! Relieve some stress! Come on, a little faster! Hump him! Look! He doesn't mind at all!"
Zazu closes his eyes, sweating as his feathers loosen around his neck and a few fall from his sides. He thrusts his hips, bouncing his rear, pushing and pulling his cock in and out of Simba's tight, little hole.
Simba claws at the stone floor, grunting a little bit, unsure of what's happening. Zazu told him to remain still and silence, so that is just what he'll do.
Zazu thrusts faster, his hips gaining a mind of their own - his cock pulsates deep within the cub's hole, leaking precum and providing a lubrication, making going deeper much easier, but also much more for Zazu to panic about.
"Atta-boy, Birdy!" Timon cheers, looking down and seeing that he's getting a bit aroused, himself.
"I... I can't... believe I'm..." Zazu groans, humping faster and more paranoid than earlier, sweating and molting small amounts of loose feathers, "I'm... I'm gonna..."
Zazu feels his pelvis pulsate and convulse against the cub's asshole, his seed spilling out into Simba's anal cavity, spraying out to the side and falling on the den's floor. Zazu hops backwards to get off Simba, making Simba skitter forward, falling, his rump in the air, leaking.
Timon smiles and claps, "Bravo! See? Don't you feel better? I'll bet all the stress of being the under minded one just melted aw--"
Zazu interrupts, staring at Simba's leaking asshole, "Better? Feel better?" Zazu squawks, "The king is going to kill me! I... I... I can't believe I did that! Ugh! Timon, y-you've got to leave now, at once!"
"Whoa there, Feathers!" Timon says, chuckling, "You're freakin' out over nothing, here!"
"Nothing? I mated with a cub and nothing has changed like you said it would... I feel even _more_in danger! I... I wouldn't blame Mufasa for eating me at this point! Oh... Oh what if... w-what if Simba..."
Timon grabs Zazu by the shoulders, "Alright, calm down Bird Brain! Look... we just teach the kid that it's normal and that he doesn't need to tell his daddy, because his daddy already knows!"
"I... I can't do this! I need to inform the king at once that you're here in the first place!"
"You tell him I'm here and I'll tell him what you did to Simba, got it?" Timon says, smirking and crossing his arms.
Zazu stood motionless, looking at the angry, yet sinister looking meerkat with disbelief. The very same meerkat whose _idea_it was to establish dominance in the first place is now blackmailing him. Zazu's little heart starts to beat faster, racing in his tiny chest as his feathers fly all over.
Zazu flaps his wings rapidly, panicking, "No! Please! I... I'll do anything! Please, just don't mention anything! I... I won't even say that you were here!"
"Anything, huh?" Timon grimaces, looking at the panicking parrot with a sinister gaze.
Zazu sits on the ground, looking up at Timon with sorrow and regret. I shouldn't have said anything... I really should not have said a word!
_ _ Timon sits on the ground before Zazu holding up his feet, "My feet have been killin' me! I'm a pretty long way from home so... I have nowhere to put my feet up!" Timon wiggles his foot near Zazu's beak, "Besides, the watering hole is _packed_and... well..."
"W-what do you want me to do then?"
"Give them a nice, big, lick!" Timon smiles, resting his head in his palms behind his skull as he lays back, closing his eyes.
"Lick your feet? Why... I'd never! Of all the absurd, uncouth..."
Timon interrupts, reciting sarcastically, "Eh, sorry Mufasa... I told Zazu that it'd be a bad idea but he said something about Simba_needing_ to learn his..."
"Alright! Stop!" Zazu panics, shaking, "Alright! A-alright... I'll just..." he gulps, "very well then... I have indeed done worse..."
Zazu lifts Timon's left foot with his wings, raising it to his beak, opening his beak and slowly, hesitantly protruding his tongue.
His tongue drags slowly across Timon's rough, salty, worn feetpads, leaving a hint of musk on his tongue. Zazu's stomach churns with discomfort as he licks again, his tongue quickly drying out, leaving him no choice but to swallow in order to wet his tongue again.
Swallowing, Zazu can taste, even smell the musk of Timon's feet fusing to the back of his throat, leaving a dry, foggy taste in his mouth.
"A little faster, huh? I'd like them nice and clean," Timon says impatiently, but smug and amused. He watches as Zazu licks a little faster, a sour sneer on his face as he miserably drags his tongue up and down his soles, in between his toes, and down toward his heels.
Timon raises the other foot, and Zazu does the very same; Zazu drags his tongue over Timon's feet, lapping away at his musky pads, leaving clean, lightly wetted footpads.
Timon sighs in comfort as he enjoys the small foot massage, but suddenly notices that Zazu has stopped.
"Why'd you stop? Didn't I say to..."
"Yes Timon, but..." Zazu says, swallowing a few times, trying to rid the taste from his tongue, "you said to... to clean them... and as you can see, I think you'll agree, they're rather clean now."
Timon looks at his feet, grabbing his left foot by the ankle and turning slightly to look at the soles of his feet.
"Well... okay. I suppose they're clean. But we're not done yet, oh no!"
Zazu gulps, the taste of musk and dirt remaining in his mouth as Timon stands, grinning slyly at him.
"It's_my_ turn to show you who's dominant, now, Feathers. Bend over and close your eyes."
"P-pardon me? I... I don't quite underst..."
Timon interrupts, plucking out one of Zazu's tail feathers, "I said... bend over."
Zazu gulps, turning his back very slowly toward Timon, keeping his head turned back to see him, and bending down, revealing his rear, hesitantly.
"And? Close you eyes!" Timon repeats.
Zazu begins sweating harder, his feathers dampening and loosening as he spreads his wings, fanning them over his eyes while squeezing his eyes tightly.
"Timon, I... I rather think that perhaps we should consid-Aagh! Haagh! Ough!" Zazu panics, groaning in pain.
Timon slams his cock deeply into Zazu's ass, feeling his walls tighten with fear and anxiety around his pulsating shaft.
"T-Timon I can't handle this! What about Simba? He'll see!"
"Let him look!" Timon grunts, grinning and looking over at the curious cub. "This is called... mgh! Dominance!"
"Don't teach him this!" Zazu begs under his rapidly increasing breath. Each time Timone slams his hips against his rear, Zazu's beak taps against the rocky rock, muffling his harsh breaths.
Timon's body is overwhelmed as his eyes roll backwards. Timon's ego takes over and he can't help but thrust harder and faster, gripping at the bird's feathers and almost desperately trying to shove more of his length inside, but in truth, Timon's shaft is already as far as it can possibly go.
Zazu's rear becomes almost numb as Timon's thin, bony hips keep knocking into him. His feathers molt more and more, not leaving him bald, but losing many layers.
Zazu's and Timon's sweat together creates an odd, musky scent that Simba is confused toward. Sniffing the air, Simba crouches down and covers his nose, watching as the two animals "dominate".
Timone grunts with what seems like a passion as he grips his fingertips harder into Zazu's sides.
"Oh man... h-here it comes! I'm... gonna cum! Hah! Aagh!" Timon slams his hips snuggly against Zazu's rear, emptying his sack into his ass.
Pulling out, he gently pushes Zazu to the floor, both of them shocked when they see a large pair of paws. There, Mufasa stands firm with a grin on his face, growling softly.