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Simba had no problem finding the Zebra herds. Even as a cub, he knew exactly where they'd hung out. Mufasa had encouraged him to make friends amongst the other animals in the Pridelands. Said it helped build the bonds of trust and loyalty that would become vital to him as a king. Thinking back, he couldn't help but think of his childhood friends. He bit his bottom lip as worry built in his gut. What had happened to Punda, Old Vifaru, and Tembo since he'd fled? That nervous churning in his belly slowed him for a step. Head hung as thoughts of guilt raged through his mind and stabbed at his core. So many people had suffered because of what he'd done as a cub. So many more would suffer now as he carried about his uncle's tasks. He didn't have to think too hard about why his uncle had sent him out here. Both to get him away and probably to make sure that his lackeys were fed. Claws tore at the sandy ground as he huffed. New anger flared and raged through his body. He'd keep this... arrangement with his uncle short. Just long enough to muster his own strength and make sure his role as King was set. Then he'd do what he should have done when the fires raged.

Shoulders squared and he started forward again. No crouching and stalking, not this time, he wanted the zebra to know that he was coming. Heads lifted and looked towards him as he crossed the savanna. He could see the striped zebra shuffling and chatting amongst themselves. Worry gnawed at his guts but he pressed on. He'd run for long enough. It was time to face each and every person he'd wronged with what he'd done. Didn't matter if he had just been a child when it happened. He was still responsible for his actions. He just had to hope that the others would forgive him far faster than he forgave himself.

The stripped mass shifted and moved as the zebra eyed him curiously. One of the equine separated themselves from the herd and trotted over towards him. The proud stallion tossed his head and squealed out a laugh, "Well, as I live and breathe. I didn't believe the rumors when I first heard that you were back. Now here you are." Head rolled so the herdmaster could look down at him. "I'd say you're the spitting image of your father, but he was a lot larger." Long muzzle lifted in a grin, "But I was much younger when I last saw him."

He thought that voice sounded familiar, "Punda!" he called out, "I haven't seen you since..." he trailed off as his head hung a little.

"Since you left." The stallion tossed his head and snorted, short mane shaking. "Hey man, it's all good. No hard feelings on this end. Can't begin to imagine what was going through your head when that went down." He shook his head again, "So much shit went down, can't even think about where to start. Come on, let's walk and talk."

The pair turned as they neared one another, starting to move away from where the herd stood. "I know some of what happened. Nala found me and explained a lot of it. The other lionesses filled in other details she hadn't mentioned." He huffed, "There's a lot I still don't know about."

Punda whickered a laugh, "I can imagine." He looked sideways at Simba, "I bet your dad didn't have time to tell you about a lot of the king's duties."

Simba shook his head slowly and slowed his pace for a second, "No. Always telling me he'd train me once I got older. Said I wasn't ready to learn what I would need to do as a king."

"Figured he had all the time in the world." The stallion huffed, "Shame too. Especially since you ran off like that after what your uncle did." They circled a thick growth of brush, screening themselves from the herd. "Any number of the leaders would have been more than happy to teach you, after all. You can't begin to know what a good King means to the lands."

He stopped, "Wait, you knew that Scar was behind everything with my father's death?"

Punda nodded and swung around to face Simba, "Of course, everyone did. They might have been driven into a frenzy, but the wildebeest saw what happened that day. And you know they couldn't keep a secret if their lives depended on it."

That revelation made his heart lift. "Do... do the lionesses know the truth about what happened?" None of them had said a word to him about it. Maybe they figured he already knew that they knew. Nala had been too busy to really mention it.

"Course they know, why wouldn't they?" He snorted, "Not that they could do much about it anyway. The Pridelands needed a ruler and since you weren't around, they had to sit with Scar. Least until another male came along that could take his place. Which, hey, you're here now so it's all good." He pranced in place, "Heard that you and Scar had a big ol fight out on the rock. Would have been there once I heard your roar, but I was a bit busy you know. That time of the season and a herdmaster has to tend to his mares."

Simba's ears ticked back into his mane, "Yeah, I took care of him." Or at least he'll take care of his uncle soon enough. Claws kneaded the ground as he growled under his breath.

Punda pranced around him and gave a playful buck, "Right on, man." He danced a circle around Simba before stopping before the King. "So, come to renew the old bargains?" He stomped a hoof before the lion could ask what they were, "I know you don't know, but the old man passed the information down to me before taking the long stroll himself. And gotta say, kinda eager to see you hold up your end of the bargain. I mean, your mom came around and did her best to keep the old unions strong, but it's not quite the same. Still, she gave it her best and did a damn fine job while she could. At least until things went more south with the hyenas and the herds started to split off and avoid everyone."

Simba had just about forgotten how much Punda could drone on and on when he got on a path. "Punda!" he half-roared, "What exactly is this bargain you keep talking about?"

"Oh right, that." He turned so he was more sidelong to Simba. The King's eyes naturally flicked down the zebra stallion's body, taking note of his build and holy shit. His eyes widened a touch as they lighted on the stallion's dark sheath and incredibly large balls that swayed between his legs. That sheath was swollen and already dripping with precum as the stallion's breeder began to drop. "See the bargain, such as it always was, is that the King of the Pridelands will take on the role that would put him at the lowest point in any given tribe to show that it's his duty to serve them. Just as it is theirs to serve him in return." He turned his head and grinned as that thick cock kept sliding out of the sheath. Each beat of his heart made it slip out a touch further before finally starting to swing up towards his belly. "Which means that he takes on the role of a bottom male. Seeing to the sexual satisfaction of each leader, in addition to providing protection and the such. In exchange, we'd provide things as well. Zebra, for example, will offer one of our own occasionally for food for the lions."

Punda turned his head and scuffed at the ground, "Usually one of the older ones or an outsider male, but not always. The hyenas hit us hard." He trailed off and shook his head, "That's all changed now though that you're back. I mean, sure you're mom tried to keep up the bargain as best she could."

That caught him off guard, "Wait, my mom came around and tried to handle," he waved a paw towards the hard, dripping cock. "That?"

The stallion squealed a laugh, "Tried? Could hear her roaring for miles. Pretty sure she loved having it happen to her. Even hear that pops nearly bottomed out inside of her once." Simba blinked stupidly, imagining his mother crouched beneath one of the zebra stallions, pushing back as it pushed deeper and deeper. Shit, he couldn't even imagine it without his mind showing off a big fat swell in her belly. Might be one of the things that led to her sagging gut, now that he thought about it. "Not just the zebras neither. She went to almost every tribe out here. The rhinos, giraffe, crocodiles, elephants..."

"Is there anyone who hasn't fucked my mother?" Simba cried out, more surprised than actually shocked.

Punda shook his head, "Nope. She made her rounds of just about everything in the Pridelands. With your dad gone and you run off, someone had to do it." Great, so not only had just about everyone fucked his mother, but they'd gotten his father too. And to make matters just that much better, he was next in line. "She convinced your uncle to come around and help her out on the rounds once. Scrawny bastard began to yell and tell anyone to start taking things slower. Complaining about the taste, where he was, the position, and even that it was too big for him. Such a boner kill."

If anything could steel his resolve, that was it. Simba rolled his shoulders, ducked his head, and started to almost stalk towards the herdmaster. "Well, as King of the Pridelands, it is my duty..." he trailed off and rolled his tongue around his dry mouth, "and pleasure to honor my end of the bargain." He slunk under the stallion and leaned up, nosing the cock and sniffing at it. Certainly smelled a lot better than the hyenas or Scar had. Like fresh grass and, if he wasn't mistaken, fertile mare. He didn't know what Scar had to complain about since it smelled amazing.

Lips parted so he could kiss the tip, tongue brushing gently against the flared head to taste the stallion's precum. Punda huffed, "Watch the teeth," as he shifted to stand over Simba's body. The lion opened his mouth a bit more and curled his lips over his teeth to guard the tender flesh from their touch. No sooner had he started to open his jaws than the zebra bucked his hips. Blunt tip barreled past his lips and barged right to the entrance of his throat. Simba jerked when the flared tip struck that deep. Instinct yelled at him to pull back before something happened. A voice growled in the back of his mind, telling him that was something that Scar would do. It was stubborn pride that grabbed him by the mane and drove him forward. His throat bucked and spasmed as Simba stepped into the thrust, taking Punda right down his gullet.

"Yeah!" squealed the stallion, "That's a good fucker." All four hooves dug into the ground as he bucked towards the lion. Simba arched his back and held his jaw slack as the cock was pushed deep into his throat with each powerful plunge. His eyes were watering as his body screamed at him to back off and his ego bellowed at him to keep going. Claws scraped against the ground as he pushed forward, bobbing his head as best he could under the youthful herdmaster. Those heavy balls swayed with each rock as the male grunted lustfully over him. He could feel those fat dollops of precum as they rolled down the cock, across his tongue, and was spat out in his throat. Simba's throat ached from the deep pounding thrusts and his lungs were starting to ache from the lack of air.

Punda didn't go at his mouth for long. The stallion huffed, "Hold on." Tongue was sticking out of his muzzle as he stepped back. Simba shuddered as the thick member was pulled from his throat. He was finally able to suck in air, the zebra's musk filling his nostrils and flooding his throat. The stallion's fat tip caught behind the cage of his teeth, spitting out a couple fat drops of precum, before Punda pulled away. A cough ripped its way up his throat when his mouth was finally free. Salvia and precum connected the cock to his lips for a long moment before snapping. Simba dropped his head as several more coughs shook his body. Drool and precum dripped from his maw to land on the sandy soil as he tried to steady himself.

He didn't have to think too hard about where this was going. The herdmaster moved around him quickly, his cock swaying with each prancing step. "Not bad for your first time. Gonna have to pump a load down your throat later. Gotta get me a taste of this first though." Long muzzle ducked down, velvety nose touching under his tail. Simba jerked upright, eyes going wide when the zebra's wide tongue pressed against his pucker and dove in without ceremony.

Every limb shook when that thick tongue rolled inside his rear. Punda's lips pressed against his rear so he could make full use of his tongue. Hot breath puffed against Simba's rear as the stallion breathed in his own, sharper, predatory scent. Powerful, wide tongue pressed against his inner walls and rolled in a way he'd never imagined. He knew that rimming was a thing and that it felt good. He'd grown up in an oasis with two other guys. One didn't go through puberty in those situations without experimenting. Especially when the other guys would fuck around with one another on a regular basis. But he'd never felt anything like this before. His balls leapt with each lick, cock springing from his sheath as Punda rolled and flicked his tongue.

Much like when the stallion as making use of his mouth, the oral attention was fleeting. Even though it only lasted a matter of seconds, it left Simba feeling weak at the knees. He wobbled when the mouth pulled away and the herdmaster moved over him. "Ass up," came the grunted command. Dazed as he was, Simba didn't think twice as he lifted his hips and flicked his tail aside. "Just gotta..." hooves scuffed on the ground as the zebra crouched to match the lion's angle. Cock smacked against his belly with a heavy, wet slap before dropping. He rocked forward as that pendulous length fell, trapping it against the lion. Simba squirmed, feeling the raw heat of the breeding stick against his tender backside.

That was all the stallion needed. Punda's widely flared tip touched against his perfunctorily prepared pucker. A quick jab set his target and smeared some of his thick precum across the muscle. Hooves scraped the ground as he pushed forward. Simba's mouth shot open in a silent cry as he was violated by his childhood friend. If he thought it had been took thick when it was stuffing his throat, it positively felt like it was going to rip him in half right now.

"Ye ha!" came the cry overhead, "Just like busting a filly." Claws dug deep into the ground as Simba's rear was lifted by the male's thrust. He rose up as the cock was fed deeper into him, unable to stop the rise as he was forced to either fall forward or be lifted up. "You like that, bitch?" Punda grunted as he began to thrust. Simba couldn't answer. He could barely find the energy to suck in enough air to stay conscious. Between the ache of the sudden penetration and just how much of his insides were rubbed with each thrust, there was no place for a coherent thought in his head. If one even began to form, the next thrust was sure to drive it right out of his gaping mouth.

Punda stamped, wanting to wrap his forelegs around something. Without a mare under him, he couldn't get enough purchase to really slam in like he was used to. Not that it mattered. The bitch-king was more than tight and hot enough around him as is. "Bet your dad didn't feel half as good as this." He snorted, "Sure as hell know your mom didn't." He brayed a laugh, "Might have been that I got to her after a dozen other stallions had at her though." Balls twitched as he groaned, "Nothing as good as fresh lion though." The stallion drove deeper and harder, loving what few cries were able to eek their way past Simba's pleasure.

A shudder went through the lion as he was forced to a peak. Barbed cock twitched and jumped as his balls gave up what little cum they had left. Hot seed splashed against the ground and his belly, head spinning as the zebra stallion seemed to go even deeper with each clench of his ass. The constant abuse his prostate suffered from the thrusts prolonged his climax. Balls kept twitching and jumping even after giving up every last drop they had. He was distantly aware of the mess that coated his belly and thighs.

A mess that Punda was only too happy to add to. The stallion tossed his head proudly and let out a squeal to herald the arrival of his climax. It hit Simba like a tidal wave. He felt it surge down the heavy cock, roll up the shaft that was buried in his ass, and blast into the deepest reaches of his bowels. Simba's eyes glazed over as he stood there in that weird half-crouch under his old friend. He shuddered as each shot was pumped deep into his ass. It was only a matter of seconds before the thick, fertile stallion cum began to leak out of his abused ass and run down his thighs. He was frozen, unable to move, as the zebra herdmaster huffed and panted over him.

Simba was distantly aware that the cock was softening and drawing back. Several moments after the male was done flooding him, the cock came free with a wet pop and a gush of thick cum. The lion king gasped and fell forward like a puppet once that stick was removed, collapsing onto the ground. He huffed wearily, eyes staring at a very interesting patch of grass.

Punda waited patiently, a smirk on his face as the King slowly regained his senses. He rocked his body from side to side, letting that partially erect length sway under him. "So what is it that you want, hmm?"

The lion tried to straighten and stand, but his legs gave out and dropped him into the muddy mess of cum and soil. He groaned and gingerly rolled onto his side, keeping that tail lifted so he didn't hurt his abused ass any further. "The pride needs food. And..." he trailed off, keeping his eyes on that patch of grass. "I'll need food for the hyenas as well." Punda snorted with surprise. "I'm not making any deals with them, not like my uncle had." Claws pricked at the soil as he huffed, "I just need something to sate them so I can make a new deal, keep them out of our land for good."

Head shook and the zebra snorted. "When I saw you coming, I figured you'd be coming for the pride. I can make an arrangement for them. But for the hyena..." he trailed off and shook his head again. "None of my herd will be feeding them unless they hunt it down." He thought for a second, "Old Virafu might be able to help you though. For a price, of course."

Simba groaned, "Of course." He rose on shaking legs, "Where does that thickhead hang out now?"

Zazu hung from a tusk that had been planted in the ground. The elaborate vine binding that Scar had concocted left him with his ass up and tail feathers lifted to show off his vent. A vent which the lion kept patting with his finger and blowing across. The hornbill groaned and kicked ineffectually as he was spun about slowly. Even without being able to turn and look, he knew that his cloaca was getting swollen from the combined abuse and stimulation. A shudder went through his plumage as he felt moisture gathering about the feathers down there.

"I thought you said he was going to bring something for us to eat," Shenzi growled as she watched the bird's helpless twirling. "Simba should be long done with whatever by now." The matriarch glared towards Zazu, "He wouldn't make much of a meal, but why can't we at least snack on this noisy fucker." Zazu let out a muted squawk and kicked, sending himself spinning.

Scar purred in his usual calming tone, "Be patient, my dear. It might take Simba some time to," he chuckled, "convince the herdmasters to allow too many of their numbers away from the group." Zazu stilled, blood running cold at the devouring comment before returning in a blazing hot flush. He knew exactly what Simba would be up to if he were out there dealing with the other tribes. He'd come across Mufasa... handling matters with the other Prideland inhabitants many times. He wish he'd had some time to talk with Simba about his responsibilities. At least those ones. He'd never gotten the opportunity before, having been told that they were for when he was older. He'd intended to fill in the young sire the day before but Simba had been preoccupied.

He ignored most of the conversation as the two went back and forth, a corner of his mind filing it away as he thought on other things. His attention was drawn back to the matters at wing when a paw grabbed his rump. Zazu jumped at the hold and tried to twist, but the bindings kept him from moving about. Quick as he could, the hornbill replayed conversation in his head. Ice ran through his veins when he recalled Scar mentioning that he'd be good pre-meal entertainment. Feathers lifted in cold panic as the fingers rubbed over his backside. He wasn't given more than a second to ponder just what diversion they were going to extract from him when he felt something smooth and hard press against his cloaca. Feet kicked and the hornbill thrashed within his bindings. He managed to twist just enough to look back down his body. Scar's smirking face greeted him. A bone, some sort of femur if he had to guess, was resting between the lion's toes and pressed against his swollen vent.

All it took was a twist and a shove to push the smooth instrument into his body. Zazu jerked in the bonds and tried to call out as it was unceremoniously pressed deep. His eyes bugged and legs kicked out as it was crammed deeper than he thought was possible. The hornbill swayed forward, lifted by the bone, only to have Scar draw it back. His cloaca slurped wetly around the surface. Flesh clinging to the bone as it was drawn back. Chest heaved, fighting for air. It was only when that bone stretched his vent that Zazu realized he hadn't been breathing. Air flooded his lungs as he gasped, bound body heaving. He'd have hung his head if he could but the vines kept his head lifted. Eyes rolled in his head as he huffed, torn between watching the act and looking away.

Scar grinned at him and held his gaze. "Keep your eye on the birdy," he half-growled to the hyenas. Eager laughter rippled through the assembled crowd. Zazu wanted nothing more than to curl up and die. He couldn't even drop his tail feathers to hide his shame. The bone was crammed back into his body. Fluids squelched out of his body, running down his legs. He couldn't stop the feather-ruffling shiver that raced through his body when Scar began to rock the bone back and forth. Each thrust drove a whimper from his bound beak as he pressed against parts of his body that only his feathered fingers had dared explore before. Thighs shook as the bone rolled against his inner walls. It was both painful and pleasurable at the same time, making him huff as his body shook.

The bone twisted against his insides as the lion rolled it around between his fingers. Zazu huffed and grunted as it was twirled about while it was plunged into his body. Toes curled as his eyes rolled, the hornbill huffing louder when Scar jiggled the bone from side to side. Every feather on his body stood on end, as best they could under the vine wrapping, as breath hitched in his throat. Scar's claw scraped over his beak with a harsh rash as they snapped the vines. His beak flew open with a cry. Legs kicked and feathers lay flat as his cry filled every corner of the boneyard.

As his cry echoed back at him, the hyena's laughter joined it in mocking him. Head hung, eyes staring blankly at the ground. He flushed hotly, shutting his eyes as he felt cum dripping down the bone and matting the feathers on his thighs. The limp bird was jostled as Scar worked at the vines for a moment. He was lowered to the ground, legs giving out the moment they touched the ground. "Can't have you doing that now," came the smug growling noise from Scar. Twitching the vine that was bound and wrapped around his body, the lion lifted the hornbill into the air. "Come along, give them a good strut, Zazu." The bird groaned, eyes shut as shame flushed his body hot. Weak legs kicked at the ground as he was moved along the ground like a perverted puppet of some kind. Each bounce made the bone wiggle and bob inside of his cloaca. More than once, Scar brought him down a little too hard. Bone cracked off stone hard enough to make it shift and squelch inside of him. Zazu ground his beak and huffed as he was paraded around in circles to the jeering of the hyenas.

"Scar, that's enough." The voice carried an iron hard command that silenced even the mad cackling of the hyenas. Simba stalked down from his perch, shoulders rolling dangerously as his eyes glittered with malice.

Lips curled in a smirk as the older lion sat down, twining the vine around his fingers to bounce Zazu up and down, "Oh, coming around to act all grown up? Have you decided to try and go back on our bargain already?" He dropped the bird and stalked forward with a low growl, hyenas moving to form a crude circle around the pair as they began to circle. His voice dropped, "How soon you forget what it's like to be beaten."

Dull sunlight glittered in Simba's eyes. A sub vocal growl silenced the chattering of laughter that rippled through the hyenas. "Pretty easy to win when you've got the hyenas behind you." Claws kneaded at the ground as he watched his uncle. "Just another tool for you to use and drop by the wayside. You gave in pretty quick once I came back. Just knew that the pride would back me even if I died fighting you."

Scar narrowed his eyes, "And what makes you say that, hmm? Do you think that your time with those two layabouts made you wise?"

A grin crossed Simba's face, "Because you decided to cut a deal with me and run rather than stay and face them, that's why." Rough tongue flicked over his lips, "More than ready to toss them into the brambles until you got lucky. Then you turned to a new plan as fast as you could. You knew that the lionesses wouldn't allow you to stay around with the hyenas, and if it you didn't get something new, you'd be here among the bones now."

That caught Scar off guard. He stammered as the hyenas looked between the lions. A low laugh came from Shenzi, "So that's why we're back here? Because you were afraid that your weak ass little nephew would rally the lionesses against us? Against you?"

"Does fit right in with what he'd do," Banzai added in, closing in from the side opposite his matriarch. "Old sack of shit threw his own brother under a stampede just because his balls weren't big enough to handle the soft fucker." Tongue ran over his lips slowly, "Now the brat shows up and you're ready to turn tail at the first sign of trouble, huh? Probably had some sort of plan if you lost or the lionesses caught up to you too, didn't ya?"

Scar looked panicked for a second before adopting his traditional easy smile. "My friends," he cooed with a silken tone, "Do you really think I'd turn on you like that? After everything we've done for each other?" His tail swayed slowly as he turned to look at them each in turn, "I just had to bring you back here to regroup, revise the plans now that Simba has returned." That growl returned, "Of course now that he's come out to your lands, we can see about handling him for good."

"Plenty brave when you've got a group to back you." Simba's words rattled, sharing the anger that brought a growl thrashing up his throat. His lip curled into a very smug grin, "I'm not alone this time either." The King stood proud and called out, "Guys!"

Heavy feet thundered against the ground, echoing up and down the graveyard with a noise as if the very mountains were going to come down upon them. Hyenas yelped in surprise as a rhino crashed through their midst, tossing them aside as if they were nothing. A trumpet came from another side as a bull elephant wrapped his trunk around another hyena and tossed them through the air. The pack scattered in a panic as the two bulls tore through their ranks like they were so much dry grass. Scar's jaw dropped and the male crouched as the pair thundered around the lions. "You're not the only one with friends," he hissed over the noise the pair made. "Except despite how I might have acted, mind decided to stay beside me." Shoulders squared as he stalked forward, "Get out," came the savage snarl, "if I ever see your mangy hide in my lands again, I will peel it off your bones."

Scar's belly just about hit the ground as he simpered, "Yes, Simba. You're right of course. But do you really want to exile your dear, beloved..." he never got to finish what he said. Simba's paw crashed against his cheek with a sharp crack, slamming the male to the ground.

He kept the paw on Scar's cheek, pinning him to the ground. "That's one. You won't get another." He turned and started away.

"Hey, put me down!" Shenzi yelled at the elephant, squirming in that iron hold of the trunk. The matriarch snarled as she was lifted higher, legs kicking at the air. "Put me down!" she howled. Simba strolled over and stared into the matriarch's eyes as she was dangled before him. She growled as the blood began to rush to her head, "Tell him to put me down before I bite your nose off." She snapped at him with heavy jaws.

Paw came down on her cheek with a softer pat, pulling back when she snapped at his fingers. "You had a deal with my uncle, and orders from my father. So now I'm going to strike a bargain."

She stopped and looked at him from the upside down angle, eyes narrowing. "And what are you going to offer, hmm? Near exile like your father did?"

"No, and nothing like what my uncle did either. You leave my pride alone, we'll leave you alone. I'll make sure that enough is left from the kills to feed your pack. Not just scraps either." He saw the look in her eyes, "And not just the old either."

Eyes narrowed, "Will you stop us from hunting on your lands?"

He shook his head, "If you can catch it, you can eat it. Just..."

"Avoid the pride, I know. I know." She growled at him, "And I bet if I saw no, then jumbo here will bash my skull against the ground until I'm every bit as special as Ed."

Shoulders rolled, "Or worse."

She huffed, "Yeah, fine. Whatever. You've got a deal." The matriarch shook out once the bull lowered her to the ground. She used the motion to hide the shake of her thighs. Damn, nothing got her riled up faster than a bit of roughhousing and a commanding male. "Seems you grew a pair, kid. Make sure you keep them." She turned and slunk away, "Banzai! Ed! Get your asses over her!" she yelled as she vanished behind a hill.

A heavy body waddled up alongside Simba, "How about our deal, boy?" grumbled the old rhino. He rolled his head to look at the ruler with a dull eye, "Or did all this tucker you out?"

Just thinking about what waited him with this new deal made his aching ass clench. "No, I can handle it. But can't stay too long."

Tembo huffed, "Yeah, gotta get back to your girl. Rub it in why don't you?" The bull's tone made him wince again. Unlike some of the other older males in the Pridelands, Tembo's father had yet to retire from the position of head bull. Nor had his mother retired from position of Matriarch. Which meant that when the yearly musth came around and his old friend got the ache to blow into some sweet cow, he didn't exactly have the best shot. "Well, if we're gonna do this, could we do it somewhere else?" He swung his head around and looked at the piles of elephant bones, "Place gives me the creeps."

Simba could only stare on in pure dread. The two males, Tembo and Old Vifaru stood before him at a slight angle so he could look under their bellies. He'd thought that Punda was big, with the cock that had hovered a handbreadth above the ground and had been nearly as thick as Simba's wrist. That impressive length was easily dwarfed by either of these bulls.

Much like Punda, Tembo's cock nearly touched the ground. Being much larger than the zebra, that meant that the bull elephant was that much higher above the ground. Where Punda's had been arrow straight with that wide flared tip, Tembo's was straight for a portion before curving downwards as it the sheer size pulled it downwards. It was wide too, more resembling a log than an actual cock. It swung forward and back as the bull stood there, precum dripping freely from the broad tip onto the ground. His scent filled Simba's nose with every breath, thick and heavy, clogging his senses.

Vifaru was just as intimidating as Tembo but for different reasons. While he wasn't too much larger than Punda in size, the old rhino's cock was long enough that it was dragging the ground. It was a shade thicker than the zebra's was but that wasn't what made him shift uneasily. What caused that was the strange layout of the male's length. The tip was fat with an odd, spiral shape to it that looked like it was made to just dig deep. Two... they could only be called wings really, ran up the sides of the bull's cock and made the lion shiver just thinking about them.

"Well?" grunted the older bull as he strode forward, cock dragging along the ground. "Gonna just stand there all day or are you gonna put that mouth to use and get me ready for action?" The rhino's thick body swung around with a huff, "Not as young as I used to be. Need some help getting it all the way up now."

"Yeah. I'll get right on it," Simba muttered. Rolling his tongue inside of his mouth, he dropped lower to slide under the rhino's thick belly.

Tembo snorted, "Been wanting to fuck something for days now." Hips tensed and that heavy log of a breeder swung up against his belly with a resounding smack. Head rolled to try and look under the bull's thick belly as Simba nuzzled the tip of Virafu's cock.

Simba leaned in and nuzzled over the cock before brushing his tongue over it slowly. A huff came from the older male as the lion's mouth brushed against that spiral shaped tip. He curled his lips over his teeth and pressed forward. Lips spread easily around that tip as it drilled into his mouth. "Benefits of age," came the deep grunt from the male. Thick hips jerked forward and crammed his cock deeper into Simba's mouth. The lion's eyes watered as his jaws were stretched to the very limits by the girth. His throat bulged visibly as Virafu's member forced its way down his gullet. "Also, I asked first. Mind the teeth!" he snorted at Simba. The lion's head shook with a strangled cough, cheeks puffing around the thickness. Virafu pawed at the ground slowly as he snorted and grunted. Hips rolled with short bucks that drew wet slurps from choking noises from the lion. "There we go," he licked thick lips and churned up the earth. Heavy cock throbbed with growing lusts. It grew harder and thicker, stretching the lion's throat and jaws until he was certain that something was going to break.

Thick feet thudded on the ground as the male shuffled back. Simba was rocked forward as the winged flanges along the cock's length pulled at his throat. The bulge of Virafu's tip was easily visible in the male's throat as it was pulled back. Simba had to dig his claws into the ground and rock back when the tip reached his mouth to keep from being pulled back. It took both males working together to pull apart. The massive cockhead came free with a wet pop and a gasp from the lion. Thick strands of drool mixed with precum dripped from his mouth as he gasped. Head hung low as his shoulders shook, throat aching from the fucking it received.

Virafu turned slowly, his cock standing tall and proud, hovering just under his belly. "Fucking love the feel of a tight throat around my cock." He smacked his lips and turned to look at Simba with a dull eye. "Now that I'm all riled up I think..." he trailed off a moment, rolling his thick head.

Tembo huffed, "What, that you should fuck his ass while I keep standing around here watching?" The elephant bull stamped and snorted.

An answering snort came from the rhino, "I was gonna say I'd love to see Simba blow you." Thick tongue ran over heavy lips, "Been a while since I've seen one of these lions get a good coat of cum before I fuck them."

Simba gaped as the elephant blinked, "Oh. Works for me." Tembo looked down at the lion, his cock swaying slowly as it continued to drip on the ground. "So... Um, how do we go about this?" He snorted and shook his head, "I mean, I know how to fuck a cow, but not a lion."

Virafu coughed out a laugh, "Fucking young bucks. Alright, here's what you do." Under the aged bull's guidance, Simba found himself resting on a low, smooth rock with Tembo standing over him. He just needed a little lift to get him off the ground so he could work over the cock. Front paws rubbed over the cock, feeling the blazing warmth of the thick cock against his paw pads and face. Nuzzling the cock, he gently rasped his tongue over the thick flesh. A subsonic groan rolled through his body as the cock heaved. Half-laying on the length like he was, the lion was heaved upwards by the powerful penis. His back thumped against the bull's hanging belly. Simba grunted as he came back down. He planted several kisses down the length before running his tongue over the elephant's crown to sample the male's precum.

The cock swung upwards hard enough to hit his jaw with an audible smack. "Whoa!" huffed the elephant, "Watch that tongue of yours."

Simba sat back on his haunches and rubbed his jaw, "You watch that cock of yours. About knocked my head off." He laid on the rock and wrapped all four limbs around the cock, starting to rub and nuzzle the length. Cock lifted as the bull swung, shoving Simba onto his back and pinning him against the unyielding stone with the sheer weight of that breeder. The lion wrapped all fours around the cock, rubbing his feet up and down the throbbing length. Another of those subsonic groans vibrated through his body.

"Yeah," came the deep huff from Tembo. "Fucking rub that cock you lion bitch." Stiff legs rocked as he started to thrust. The heavy cock moved against Simba's body. Thick precum dripped onto his fur and started to mat his mane and chest ruff. Simba was panting as well as that cock rubbed against his privates, massaging them against his belly. He voiced a playful growl and turned his head. Lips pressed against the cock head as it twitched and squirmed in his caging paws. "Naughty fucking bitch!" The groan rattled through his body in a way that made his insides tremble. Eyes narrowed as he huffed and panted over the tip while lipping it. The entire cock tensed, breaking free of his grip and slapping Tembo's belly wetly. It came back down hard enough to knock Simba's breath away. As he was gasping, the elephant let out a trumpet, "Take it, bitch!"

He could feel the first blast of cum as it surged up the cock's underside, rolling over his belly. It erupted across him with every bit of force granted a waterfall. Thick cum washed over his neck and face, filling his mouth as he gasped for air. Simba's mouth filled with cum in a second. He swallowed instinctively, feeling the heavy cream roll down his throat and settle into his gut. All four paws rubbed the cock as he lay there with tightly shut eyes. Each shot of the bull's cum washed across his body and onto the rock below. Not only that. The massive fucker would heave upwards every couple blasts before crashing against Simba's chest with a wet thwack.

"Good fucking grief, Tembo. Little backed up, aren't you?" Virafu looked at Simba with a whistle. "Looks like you put out enough to knock up all those fat cows of yours."

Tembo's heavy feet thumped the ground, "Twice over probably." That log of a cock was dragged down Simba's body. He shuddered as he felt the cum getting spread across his body. "Really needed that," grunted the bull as he moved away.

"I can tell," Simba mumbled as he wiped the cum off his face so he could open his eyes. He cracked open an eye and mock snarled at Tembo, "Really shouldn't get that backed up again." Looking at a cum-covered paw, he licked at his finger curiously. The flavor, and even texture, was far different than he'd sampled before. Thicker with a taste to it that made him think of tall, sweet grasses. It was definitely slimy yet satisfying. He rolled onto his side with a huff as the cum started to roll down onto the rock.

Virafu snorted, "Young as he is, he'll be ready to fire out another wad like that before long." Thick feet thumped against the rock as the old bull moved up onto the stone. "Seasoned guy like me needs a little more to work up." Simba lifted his head as that heavy bull moved over him. He swallowed nervously when he caught a glimpse of the rhino's cock as it swung into view. "Although, we still gotta nut every now and then." That spiral shaped tip of his cock came up and probed his backdoor as Virafu stepped up over him. "Now, open wide and say Ah!" Thick feet dug into the sandy soil as he heaved himself forward.

"AH FUCK!" Simba yelled out as the cock speared into his ass. Even with the stretch he'd gotten from Punda earlier in the day this was a surprise. Didn't help that the bull didn't prepare him like the stallion had. Only a bit of saliva and precum served to aid the penetration as the tip drilled into him. Claws scraped along the stone as he clenched his teeth with a huff.

Hips rocked with sharp bucks, feeding the cock deeper into him. "Close enough." Virafu snorted as he jerked his hips forward, cramming more and more into the poor lion. Heavy feet pounded against the rock with earth-shaking force as his hips rocked with short bucks. "Forgot how fucking good you lions felt around me." He snorted and dropped his head. Nostrils flared to breathe in the cum-covered lion's scent. Lips flapped against flat teeth as the bull grunted, digging as deep as he could with his thrusts. "Mmm, think you're gonna be a better leader than your father." The bulky bull heaved backwards with a lewd slurp. Feet dug into the ground and powered him forward. Simba voiced a yowling roar as he was forced forward several inches by the sheer force. "Wait..." Virafu paused a moment and snorted. "Did I say leader?" He rammed deep with each grunted word, "I meant better breeder than your father. We get to break you in proper."

Simba's eyes were wide open, staring off into the blanket with wild pants. He was worked up from the romp with Tembo. Cock throbbing from the rubbing it had received against the thick-skinned cock. Now it was spitting precum with each harsh slam he took from the rhino bull. Claws scrabbled weakly against the stone, sliding through the mess left behind by the elephant. Virafu's mocking words fell on a mind blank with blended pleasure and pain. Where the words rolled past the mind, they wormed their way into his ears and grabbed like few other things could. It struck something deep inside that both embarrassed and excited him. The lion arched and uttered a yowling roar worthy of a lioness. Balls jumped as he added his own paltry load to the mess that covered his body and the rocks. Hips jerked between the rock and hard place, ass clamping down around the cock.

Virafu tossed his head and snorted, "Just like a good cow." He huffed and bucked his hips harder now. "Fucking milk my cock you furry little bitch." Simba's hips were jerked and pulled as he huffed deep in his throat, barely able to focus. The wing-like flaps on the male's member flicked and rolled against his insides in a way that kept his hips jerking upwards towards the bull. He couldn't stop his body, couldn't begin to control it.

"I hope you're not ruining my king, you old coot." The voice struck a familiar chord and made Simba groan. It was about all he could do, each thrust driving the breath from his lungs. Nala slunk up alongside the pair and leaned in to run her tongue over Virafu's cock. The bull huffed and jerked his hips harder as the lioness joined in pleasuring his cock. "You like that, big guy?" came the sultry purr as she wrapped her mouth around the cock from the side, letting it glide between wet lips with each pump. Rolling her head, she made use of her tongue, teeth, and even paw on the cock. Claws gently traced along the shaft, dancing over the rhino's thick veins. She curled her lips around teeth and suckled on it with a delighted purr. It was the bull's turn to answer with an inarticulate groan, hips shuddering with pleasure. The lioness dropped to her belly, not minding at all as the elephant's cum squelched around her burning gut and soaked into her pelt. Lifting a paw, she rolled the rhino's balls between her fingers.

A low, grunting groan came from the lion as his ass trembled with his next enforced climax. Nala purred as she rubbed the heavy balls and worked her paw up and down the base of the bull's cock. "There you go, get him groaning like the bitch he is." Head rolled as she pulled her tongue over the cock slowly with a delighted purr. Another kiss to the shaft, mouth working as she sucked on it.

Nala's tongue flicked against the bull's flares, dancing up and down against the flesh. "Pump my king's ass full of your thick, fertile cum, Virafu." Body lifted so she could run her tongue over those heavy balls slowly. "Breed him like you have so many cows, Herdmaster."

"FUCK!" bellowed the bull. Virafu's feet dug into the soil. His climax started as a ripple along his thick hide. Heavy thighs shook as ass flexed. The wave rolled up his heavy form, rolling over his back and quaking over his shoulders before racing back. Tail lashed as he bucked his hips forward. He crammed as much of his cock into Simba as the lion could handle, drawing another roaring yowl from the lion. As the orgasmic wave rolled back down the bull's body, Nala leaned up and wrapped her mouth around the balls. Cheeks caved in as she slurped wetly around the orbs and pulled at them. The tension jerked at his balls, but she wasn't going to release them just yet. Tongue rasped against his sac as she pulled and suckled against them to coax a heavier load from him.

Simba's teeth ground as he groaned deep in his throat, shaking against the ground. He'd worked himself into a half-crouched position, ass up in the air and face crammed against the cum-covered stone. Thighs shook with the raw effort of perching like that. The first blast of cum blasted against his insides and filled him more than Punda had been able to. His second blast started to make the king feel bloated. By the third, the thick cum was leaking out of his abused tail hole and leaking down his aching balls and shaking thighs. He stared blankly into the distance as the bull's thick seed spilled out of his body and dripped onto the stone.

Virafu stepped back with a snort and head shake. "Goddamn, girl." He blinked at Nala with heavy lidded eyes. "Would have been fucking him all night if you hadn't come around."

She purred as she rolled her shoulders smoothly. "Are we complaining, wise old bull?" Keeping her eyes on him, she padded alongside Simba and leaned down to run her tongue along his cum-covered pelt. "Can't have my King here all night, now can we? Not when he has other..." her hips rolled to show off her puffy slit, "affairs to tend to before he's allowed to rest."

A snort came from the rhino, "Can't have that now, can we?" Lips curled into a smirk. "Don't go wearing him down to skin and bones now. Don't need a young Scar on our hands now do we?"

Another slow sweep of her tongue bathed his cheek. "Don't worry. We have a pride full of lionesses just hungering to tend to his every. Last. Need."

Tembo huffed, "I suddenly wish I was a lion." Simba groaned softly, finding himself wishing that he was something else. Even if he did feel very good about everything now. Not that he minded the thought of having lionesses cater to his every whim. It was the others that were going to kill him.