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Eternal Safari

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Commissioned by Samadhir

As usual, Jomo Kenyatta International Airport was bustling and crowded with people from a hundred nations. At least, that was how it seemed to the three human teens making their way through the press of people all around them – only some of which, they noted, were human. Animal people were on the ascendant, and not just in Africa, though, it was true, Africa's vast expanses were where a majority of them lived, at least for the present. And the king of almost the entire vast and varied continent of Africa (a state of rule now possible since national lines had been redrawn based on the needs of its peoples, rather than archaic colonial divisions) was the Lion King, greatest and most powerful of all monarchs on the face of the planet. Humans now mostly confined themselves to the coasts of Africa, while the animal people, ruled by the Lion King, occupied the teeming mainland. This area included the Sahara Plains, which had long been desert until the swift and efficient actions under the Lion King's rule had finally stemmed the rise of desertification, and after so many years of hard work and careful husbanding of the land had now almost completely reversed it. Under his rule, the many powers of the world that had long exploited Africa, while giving its peoples a mere pittance in exchange, had been driven out (usually diplomatically, but not always), and the true wealth of the great continent was now turned to providing for its peoples. Where once, and for most of its history, Africa was synonymous with poverty and disease, now it was becoming a respected and prosperous world power in a way that hadn't been seen since the reign of Musa Keita the First. Unfortunately, the news of the Lion King's ascendancy, and the heights of civilization and prosperity that had come with this new system of rulership, hadn't really reached the human world yet, especially the United States, the place the three teens had once called their home. To most outsiders, the animal people were often thought of as little more than savages, hardly more than common animals, a passing phase that would soon pass into nothing.

Part of the reason David, Rianna, and Brianna had gone back to the States, in fact, was as a diplomatic outreach. Officially, they had diplomatic status, and that included diplomatic immunity. Fortunately for their secondary purpose in going back to the States, their lord and husband, Simba (or, rather, Sarabi, his mother, who had a knack for handling diplomatic paperwork, and assisted Simba extensively) had managed to keep their diplomatic status quite low-key, so the three teens had been able to blend in without too much fanfare. They'd also been able to go and visit their families and old friends without the interference of the paparazzi.

Slightly at the front of the group, taking the male role of leadership, David Cruz lifted his arms high above his head, stretching long and slow. A year on the savannah had done him a world of good, and his brown-skinned body was tanned even more deeply, while his youthful musculature was trim, toned, and very well defined. He'd been beautiful before taking to the wild life. Now he was drop-dead gorgeous, and more than one head had turned while he'd been in the States. Just behind David, the Laudner twins, Brianna and Rianna (Brie and Rie to their close friends), were giggling to each other as they looked around the airport, just enjoying themselves for the last little while that they would stay tourists. After all, it had been well over a year since they'd started living on the savannah, joining themselves to the pride of Simba, the Lion King, and only slightly less than that for David. Why not enjoy themselves fully until they returned to their normal lives and loves?

"It's good to be home," said David as he lowered his hands once more, his brown eyes bright with the joy of returning to where he belonged.

"It'll be even better to get out of these itchy clothes!" said Rie, making Brie blush furiously and glance around, worried that they might have drawn stares from the strangers all around them. "What?" Rie demanded of her sister. "You were saying the same thing this morning."

"Yes," admitted Brie. "But in private, not in the middle of a crowd."

"If they don't get it, it's not my fault," insisted Rie. "Mom and Dad were bad enough, and I'm about sick up to here with trying to justify my life decisions. I'm happy, I'm healthy, and things are going all right. Isn't that enough?"

“We even gave them grandkids," added Brie, her blush deepening, before she focused, not on herself, but on her sister, and her feelings. Brie's expression was one of the sweetest, tenderest compassion, and she reached an arm around her more boisterous twin, giving her a gentle hug as they continued down the concourse. After over a year in the lands surrounding Pride Rock, Brie and Rie had finally started to get letters back from their parents, letters that made it apparent that the elder Laudners were willing to accept their daughters and their new "lifestyle," as they called it. David had gotten similar letters back from his parents, and soon Rie, ever the creative one, got the idea of going back home for a visit. Why not, she reasoned, go home and show off how great we all look, and tell everyone how great we all feel? Then they're sure to accept us for who we are, and the ones we love as well.

Nala had been enthusiastic about the idea, and her mother, Sarafina, and aunt, Sarabi, as well as most of the other lionesses, had been equally enthused. Simba, however, had been less optimistic.

"Your parents have a right to see their children," Simba admitted as he leaned back against the wall of Pride Rock's inner den, his expression thoughtful while watching the blonde human girls eagerly licking their way up and down each side of his immense shaft, one huge paw on each of their upturned, heart-shaped tushies, while David meekly sucked on the Lion King's balls. "But I think it would be wise if you left your cubs here." One corner of his mouth quirked up in a light smirk. "Baby lions don't travel well."

There had been a lot more to it than just Brie and Rie's children perhaps turning colicky on a plane, of course, but Simba didn't waste words on such matters. That would have almost certainly killed the mood as he turned each of the three teens around, and made sure they each got a more than healthy dose of lionsperm in and on and over their presented bottoms. Later, while the three were washing off their cream glaze in the waterhole, they'd been approached by the Lion King's mother, Sarabi, widely recognized by everyone as very wise, and also very approachable. Word on the veldt and in the jungle was, if you wanted judgment or material aid, you went to Simba, but if you wanted good advice, you went to his mother.

"Brr," said Sarabi, shivering a bit, her broad pink nipples stiffening in the chill of the waterfall at one end of Pride Rock's waterhole. "Not having fur must be terrible – you're cold all the time!"

How much the lions loved the warmth was a running joke between them and their three human pridemates, and it once again made the three teens giggle, getting them to relax in the water while Sarabi settled behind David, all the better to rub her sizable cleavage against his back. At the same time, Brie and Rie carefully settled their fuzzy, gold-furred cubs in the shallows, each girl taking a turn watching them while the other bathed. Once she was comfortable, Sarabi brought up something that had been mentioned a time or two, but never seriously. Now, however, her face made it clear that the offer she was about to make to the young humans was very serious indeed.

"Nobody is young forever, my dears," she began, and immediately had the attention of all three humans. "You, I think, less than us. We animal people live a long time by nature, and out here in the wilderness, our closeness to the spirits of nature keeps us strong for the duration of those long lives with little deterioration. But this is not the case for humans." Her eyes were sad as she looked at the two girls kneeling by their cubs, and then down at the curly-haired, dark-skinned body whose head rested upon her pillowy breasts. "It makes me sad to think of watching you three grow old, and perhaps even dying before I do."

"No offense, Sarabi," Brie spoke up, arching an eyebrow as she raised her precious little cub to her breast, letting the tiny one start to suckle on one pert, upthrust breast, "and don't misunderstand: you're absolutely beautiful. But you're maybe as old as all three of our ages put together. Rie and me only gave birth to some of your grandchildren a few months ago. I don't see how you're going to live longer than us."

"You know how old I am, dear," the Lion Queen answered with a knowing smile, her strong hands kneading her own breasts to either side of David's head, stimulating the heavy mammaries, getting them ready in case either of the sisters should want a break from nursing, "which is why you speak as you do. But if you didn't know my real age, and had only just met me, step back, and think about it: how old would you say that I am?"

Shuddering slightly as her own cub suckled greedily on her hardened nipple, Rie blushed lightly at the sight of Sarabi's full, rounded breasts jiggling with the older lioness' touch. That was nothing compared to David's reaction, of course, as the poor boy was sporting a raging hard-on, half of its length protruding from the water, showing off his recently circumcised glans, throbbing proud and pink. While David had avoided the matter for quite a long time, eventually Simba had insisted. Circumcision was a long tradition in the Pridelands among the humans that had once been so common there, and Rafiki agreed that it remained important for David to be in touch with the spirits of the land. So the lean mandrill had done the deed surprisingly painlessly, thanks to the many oils and herbs in his hut, and quickly as well. Actually, after the discomfort of the first day, David had spent almost a week sporting a perpetual hard-on, thanks to Rafiki's herbs. Much to the delight of his pridemates and the many others with whom he had congress.

"Honestly?" Rie spoke up. "You don't look a day over thirty, if that. Actually, our mom looks older than you, and she's got to be at least twenty years younger. Well," she colored, "at least in the pictures she's sent." Then she got a mischievous glint in her eye. "You certainly don't act like a grandmother during the King's Progress!"

All three of the humans colored at their memories of the King's Progress, and Sarabi licked her lips, nice and slow, in sweet remembrance. The King's Progress was the name for a similar European tradition, and one which Simba had adopted promptly, just like his father, after his uncle's more insular ways had nearly ruined the Pridelands. Operating on the premise that the more visible the Lion King was, the more loyalty he inspired from his people, despite what the three human teens had thought when they'd first arrived at Pride Rock, Simba actually didn't spend much time in his first year of rulership at home, humping his lionesses until they couldn't walk straight. Instead, he spent a great deal of his time at the courts of his many vassals, humping their females – and just as often their males – until they couldn't walk straight. Just one of the sacrifices required when you're the Lion King. While Nala often went with him, leaving Sarabi in charge at Pride Rock, occasionally Sarabi would be the one to go instead, and she took to the needful duty of pleasing the males – and just as often the females – of these other kingdoms with all the gusto of a teenager herself. Since the King's Progress operated much like the spokes of a wheel, with each trip radiating out from Pride Rock at the center, then back again for recovery and reconnaissance on the activities of dangerous elements like the hyena tribes, it was fairly easy for Simba to swap out whoever was going to go with him on a given journey.

Brie and Rie had been left mostly at Pride Rock, letting them adjust to their new lives and lifestyles, until they'd been almost eight months pregnant, their bellies nice and round, looking quite distended in comparison to their trim, petite bodies. By that time they were horny almost constantly, and when Simba wasn't around, they were either humping each other, David, or the lionesses like bunnies, or doing unspeakably naughty things to the two-legged "prey" that the lionesses often brought back on their hunts. Only savages actually ate two-legged prey, of course. Still, there were plenty of things one could do with a handsome zebra stallion, a wriggling giraffe bull, or a tied-up wildebeest buck that didn't endanger anyone, were lots of fun, and took the edge off until Simba's next visit home. When Sarabi suggested to her son that his two youngest wives come along to learn some of their duties in keeping the peace in the Pridelands, the twins were exuberantly enthusiastic.

Little did Brie and Rie realize, but Simba had quite specifically decided to bring them along because of the desires of one of his more important vassals. Maraavi, the great bull elephant, had been rather peacefully minding his own business at a waterhole near the tropical region of Upendi, not far from Pride Rock. He'd just started to take his daily bath when who should appear and make out with each other, in full and very deliberate view of the massive male, but a pair of plumply-pregnant human teens, their pink skins on full display to anyone who cared to look. At the time, he'd remained a gentleman, or as much of one as was reasonable, and had only watched, since that was what the twins wanted. With the possibility of getting some relief from the fantasies that had plagued him since then, however, he'd been quite enthusiastic about having Simba bring his two human wives, as well as his mother to "chaperone." Considering that Sarabi apparently thought that being a chaperone meant instructing Brie and Rie in how to give a proper "belly rub," oiling themselves up before squeezing Maraavi's massive grey penis between their swollen tummies, while Sarabi observed from above, riding the big bull's tusked face, the twins' first time out on the King's Progress was quite a lot of fun, to say the least.

David's own experiences weren't any less exciting or any less draining - it took a lot of work to satisfy an animal person! – and he was just as grateful as Brie and Rie that they were always accompanied by one or more of Simba's lionesses, as well as the Lion King himself. Perhaps the most exciting, and dangerous, of his efforts, had been meeting with the dread Hyena Queen, Shenzi. Unlike a four-legged hyena, Shenzi had a fairly normal-looking vagina, more-or-less, though it was still generally too small for the size of the babies intended to be squeezed out of it, generally leading to more male hyenas than females. Much like a female hyena, however, Shenzi had a very sizable “penis," actually an enlarged clitoris, and she knew how to use it! David found this out firsthand, because when Simba, Sarabi, Nala, and he arrived to open up what Simba hoped would become the start of a lasting peace between the hyenas and the Pridelands, Shenzi had insisted on cramming every last meaty inch of her erection into David's upturned brown bottom within minutes after their arrival at the Elephant's Graveyard. Oh, she'd deeply enjoyed sampling the sweetness of two beautiful lionesses herself, but she'd actually much more greatly enjoyed watching Nala and Sarabi being gang-banged by a specially-chosen pack of her most loyal and trusted hyenas. Watching the golden-furred females' fur stained with a thick gush of hyenacum had almost driven her wild, and when Nala squealed as Banzai shoved his thick black erection into her dainty pink tailhole, the Hyena Queen went completely bananas, becoming so dominated by her own lust that she didn't just allow Simba and David to make a sandwich out of her, cramming her quim to its absolute limits, she was eagerly cheering them on the whole time!

“I think you see my point," Sarabi concluded, reaching out to take the cubs from Brie and Rie, letting the girls rinse off while she let the cubs nurse, David still leaning between her now-occupied breasts, feeling a strange mix of guilty arousal and sweet warmth watching the two little darlings suckle on those magnificent pink-capped mounds. "You're all young, healthy, and energetic, and you've had quite a bit of sexual experience already, and yet you have a hard time keeping up with a grandmother lioness." She smiled down at the two dozing, suckling cublets, and rocked herself forward and back, letting the motion further soothe them. “When you get back from your visit home, dears, I want you to give some serious thought to something Rafiki can do for you. Something that will make you more like us animal people. Something that will make you live...well, not forever, of course, but a very, very long time, while looking pretty much as you do now for most of it."

Sarabi's description of the ritual was short, actually, and not terribly detailed. She wasn't trying to hide anything from her young pridemates, though. Rather, her lack of information came simply because she really didn't know very much about the process. Rafiki was the one who'd mentioned the ritual to Simba, and since animal people didn't need it, Sarabi didn't have any personal experience with what it entailed. All she knew was that it would have one important and perhaps unfortunate side effect: they wouldn't be able to leave the Pridelands for more than a few months at a time. Apparently the restriction had something to do with establishing ties to spirits of the land, or something like that, though only Rafiki could properly explain all the details, and, well, Rafiki wasn't typically one to be plain in his speech. The restrictions on travel, Sarabi explained, just made the human teens' trip back to visit all their friends and family one more time that much more important.

Now that visit was at an end, and the three humans had to admit: it felt really good to be home. That wasn't to say that their combination vacation and diplomatic trip hadn't been productive, even emotionally satisfying in places (and a few other sorts of satisfying at other times), but now that they'd come back to home, the visit had just fully made it clear that they were, in fact, home. The place where they belonged, because it was where they could find the most happiness.

Brie, ever the watchful, mindful one, was the first to spot Simba. Not that he was hard to see! The Lion King towered over every human in the airport, and like many of the people in his vast realm, he didn't really get clothes. Sure, he was obviously “dressed up," sporting a heavy gold necklace (since his maned head didn't accept a crown very easily), golden armlets with large gemstones set in their intricate sculpting, and a beautifully woven linen loincloth, but, well…that was it. He didn't even bother with shoes (not that shoes were regularly made for digitigrade paws), his gorgeous body simply laid out on full display, save for the few essentials hidden from view by his loincloth. Needless to say, he was getting a lot of attention from passersby, especially the humans coming and going along the many causeways of the airport.

While Brie was the first one to see Simba, it was David who first caught sight of Nala and Sarafina (they knew not to look for Sarabi – somebody had to stay at Pride Rock and tend the cubs, including Brie and Rie's, and though young Kiara was a fairly responsible babysitter, she was still a virgin, so her cute little breasts didn't produce any milk). While most of the other lionesses were clustered around Simba, and similarly adorned, albeit with the addition of a halter top, the mother-daughter team seemed to have decided that now was a perfect time to go “hunting." Apparently, they'd both sensed that sort of special connection that comes from good prey from someone in the crowds of humans passing by, and had zeroed in on their intended victims. All three teens soon focused on the scene playing out, Rie giggling, Brie scandalized, and David grinning, as mother and daughter casually backed a pair of lovely human women up against one of the pillars of the concourse, somewhat like a jock hitting on a cheerleader at school, and leaning against her locker while he talked. As the teens drew nearer, they could see that the “prey" in question was a pair of friends traveling together, packs on their backs, marking them as the more rugged sort of tourist, one black-skinned, and the other of Asian descent.

“Wanna bet they're proposing a five-way?" Rie asked with an almost malicious grin. “The four of them, and Simba in the middle?"

“Rianna Laudner!" Brie exclaimed, reverting to “mother mode" as she often did when properly scandalized. “We're…"

“In public, yeah, I know," Rie answered with a sigh, rolling her eyes. “I don't see why Simba and the lionesses get to go around almost naked and being who they are, and we have to hide it, though."

“No bet," said David in answer to Rie's prior comment, filling in the gap as Brie realized she really didn't have a good answer to her sister's complaint.

“Yeah," Brie finally agreed, though it made her cheeks flush furiously as she did so. “I mean, we both know Sarafina, and Nala's so much like her mother." The blush nearly reached down the front of her t-shirt, she was turning so bright pink as she continued to speak. “Like Nala told us: she learned everything she knows from her mom."

Leaving the confines of the concourse, and entering the visitor-safe area of the terminal, the humans almost immediately drew the attention of the pride that had been waiting for them. In the excitement, Nala and Sarafina turned their attention away from their intended prey just a moment too long, and the two tourists slipped free and vanished into the press of the crowd. Not, however, before Nala convinced them to take a business card she'd had stashed in a fanny pack she was wearing.

“So, what do you think?" asked Rie, after Simba had put her down from the overjoyed hug into which he'd swept her, Brie, and David all at once. “Think you've got a shot with them?"

Nala at least had the decency to look a little bit embarrassed at being caught, but Sarafina obviously had no regrets whatsoever.

“I guess I've gotten to like having smooth skin against my fur," she admitted, then grinned toothily, holding up a cell phone from the same fanny pack in which she'd carried the business cards. “They gave me their information, though." She then held out the phone to her human pridemates. “Speaking of information…"

Laughing, David, Rie, and Brie broke out their phones as well, and while the happy pride family made their way toward the parking lot, they started to share all the names, numbers, and e-mail addresses they'd picked up in the States with Nala. Besides being cultural diplomats, and going to see their loved ones, the three teens had also been given a tertiary objective, but one that was, honestly, a lot more fun, especially since it provided them with so much fuel for their erotic fantasies. While they'd been meeting and greeting so many people in the States, the human Pridelanders had also been casually, quietly, and subtly scouting out other humans who might be interested in coming to the Pridelands, and joining the pride themselves. As Nala had said, the lions of Pride Rock had grown very fond of humans, and truth be told, David, Brie, and Rie thought the idea of having more humans like themselves around to serve the gorgeous lions with whom they lived was really hot, too. To their surprise, they'd actually found that a great many of their old friends and acquaintances in highschool were interested in seeing the Pridelands, up close and personal, and though they hadn't been quite so explicit with most of these acquaintances on exactly how personal they might get with some of the inhabitants of the Pridelands, the innuendo they'd spread around hadn't turned off anyone.

With the potential of a greatly-discounted safari tour into the heart of Africa, mostly attended by the beautiful teenagers of the three human Pridelanders' former highschool, Nala got so excited, she left a damp spot on the seat of the hardy SUV Simba drove back to their home.

*

The very first thing Rie did upon stepping out of the SUV, was to strip off her t-shirt, and toss it into the air, freeing her exquisite breasts from their enforced confines.

“Mmm," she moaned sensually, even as she shimmied out of her jeans shorts, bending forward as she pushed them down her supple legs, then standing there in her flawless, youthful nudity, stretching her back like a bow, thrusting her breasts forward, her pink nipples rigidly erect with her excitement, not caring one whit how the lions piling out of the SUV were staring. “That feels so good…I can't even describe how good it feels to finally be free of those awful clothes!" She turned, then, as Brie also stepped out of the vehicle, and made her twin give a startled “eep!" of surprise as the other beautiful blonde began mauling her sister's breasts through the thin material of her t-shirt. “Bet you wanna get out of this pretty bad, huh, sis?" she asked with a teasing smile. “I mean, your nipples are so hard right now, I bet they could cut glass!"

“R-Rie…" Brie protested, but weakly, sucking in breath sharply as Rie slipped her hands up the front of her shirt, and began to squeeze and roll her nipples.

“You've been missing Simba's rough tongue on these babies, sis," Rie said, pausing her molestation just barely long enough to pull her sister's shirt up, Brie obligingly raising her arms to allow it, leaving her bare above the waist, showing how almost precisely alike the twins really were under their clothes. “I don't blame you: there's nothing as good as a lion's tongue for scratching that itch. Even when you seduced Jamie, Willie, and their cute little sister Dani, or that head cheerleader, what was her name…?"

“Courtney," Brie gasped out, whimpering as her twin squeezed on and then slowly tugged both her nipples outward. “But I didn't seduce the-eeeaaah!" she shuddered all over as Rie bent to greedily, wetly suckle on one tender, strawberry pink nipple, and almost immediately a wide wet spot appeared on the groin of her shorts. “You…you helped me, Rie! You helped meeeeee!"

“Hardly my fault," Rie mock-huffed as she unbuttoned her sister's shorts, grinning naughtily at Simba over Brie's shoulder as the Lion King stalked up behind her twin. “If hotties like those three sisters are going to flounce around their pool with a head cheerleader, all of them in teeny string bikinis, they deserve to get all hot 'n sweaty." She leaned in, purring seductively in her sister's ear, as her hands deftly peeled open Brie's jeans, and began peeling them down her so-squeezable, heart-shaped bottom. “Besides, you know how they got when we started telling them all about what it was like…with Simba…and everybody here. You remember how Dani was asking for all the details, and the other girls were hanging on every word when you told them all about how…"

“Rie!" Brie gasped out, even as her shorts fell to the grass beneath her feet, before she glanced over her shoulder, swallowing nervously as she looked up into Simba's handsome face, framed by the halo of his flowing red mane. “It…it wasn't…I mean, we didn't…I mean, well, we did, but not like…"

Chuckling at the flustered, stammering little teen, Simba easily wrapped one massive paw around her waist, and tossed the smooth, naked cutie over one shoulder, before walking over to a nearby rock, and seating himself. Beckoning to Rie, Simba casually draped Brie over his knees, making her whimper as he started to knead her precious pink bottom with those powerful paws.

“You have been a very naughty girl, Brianna," Simba pronounced solemnly, and then, when Rie got within range, he caught her as well with a single casual swipe of a huge hand, and bent her over side-by-side with her sister. “And you as well, Rianna," he added, using their full names to make the girls pause, as they might if their parents were addressing them, placing them fully in his power. “And naughty little girls deserve to be punished. Especially when they've been denying their king the proper use of their pussies." His thick fingers simply engulfed first Rie's and then Brie's snugly-clasped cunny lips, rubbing them, stroking them, teasing them up and down, then stroking them apart. “As I thought: my property has grown far too tight while it's been away." The twins squealed loudly as he drove his index finger into Brie's cunny, and his ring finger into Rie's, swiftly coating the digits with their juices. “Did you at least allow David the chance to stretch you out occasionally?"

“That's not all!" Rie said with a wicked, flush-faced grin over her shoulder. “Why, David was…"

Simba's eyes widened as Rie shared exactly what David had gotten up to while among the humans once more. So did those of the lionesses, who began crowding around the brown-skinned boy, who couldn't keep from gulping in slight nervousness.

“You…you see…" he tried to explain, but Nala easily silenced him with a gentle finger over his lips, then leaned in to kiss him. She was almost immediately replaced by her mother, and then by Naanda, before they cycled again, keeping David's mind reeling from kisses. While the three lead lionesses there had their fun, the younger lionesses (and there were many more than there'd been when Brie and Rie had first joined the pride) greedily peeled off the human boy's clothes.

“Yes," declared Nala, stroking David's chest, her clawtips toying with his nipples. “That is the natural order for you: naked, as is proper for the pride's serving-boy."

“He will get his just reward from the lionesses," growled Simba in mock-seriousness, before pulling his fingers free of the two human girls' smooth-waxed cunnies with a luscious slurp. “But I have a duty to teach you both your proper places in the pride once more. Your mouths," and he brought the fingers that had only recently been in their cunnies to their lips, and at the lightest touch, both girls were eagerly licking his fingers clean, “are meant not to talk, but to serve." Just like that, he slid his fingers into unresisting mouths, while both girls wriggled on his lap, eager for their 'punishment.' “And your bottoms," he continued, his strong paw squeezing first Brie's and then Rie's bums, mauling them, rolling the adorable half-globes this way and that, before pulling back, “are mine!"

SMACK!

Both girls squealed loudly around their mouthfuls of tasty finger as Simba's broad paw came down on both their bottoms at the same time. This first smack was followed by still more, until both girls' tushies were glowing nicely, as were their succulent lower lips. Of course, Simba didn't really put heavy force into the spanking he was delivering, which meant that the paddling, rather than hurting, just made the two teens' plump pussies and bouncy bottoms grow arousingly warm and flushed, while a tingling ache settled deep into their beautiful young bodies, an itch that could only be truly satisfied by thick, meaty lioncock.

For his part, David was squirming in the clutches of the lionesses surrounding him, and wasn't even trying to stifle the moans forced from his lips. They were licking him, kissing him, caressing him everywhere…everywhere but his rock-hard erection! Loving, feminine hands squeezed and palpated his adorable bum, and a few of the younger lionesses even dared to lick and nibble on his sweet buns, while others licked his taut tummy, or sucked on his dark nipples. He was going crazy, and couldn't even move to do anything! Every time he tried, one of the lionesses would easily restrain the human boy, keeping him from getting himself any sort of relief on his own, forcing him to rely only on their tender mercies.

As anyone who knew lionesses knew perfectly well, however: they didn't have any mercy.

“We've all missed you," growled Simba in the twins' ears, before he lifted his head, grinning as he met David's eyes. “Make sure he doesn't cum," he added, even as he covered Brie's swollen little slit with one massive paw, and began to grind his fingers and the heel of his palm into her delicate folds, filling the air with wet, luscious, squelching sounds and her loud screams as she started to cum, her whole body shuddering and tensing as she was wracked with orgasms so intense, no human could possibly give them to her, not like the mighty Lion King.

David was forced to watch, the lionesses holding him firmly in place like a prisoner, while Simba let Brie slump over his lap, panting like a dog, her juices gushing down her legs, and then turned his attentions onto Rie, his mighty paw just engulfing her smooth pink folds. Unlike with Brie, Simba soon began to press his fingers against and then between Rie's swollen labia, grinning toothily as she squealed even louder than Brie had, before he started working his hand, pumping her cunny good and hard. Her body bathed in a slick sheen of sweat that left her skin glistening, the naughtier of the twins wailed loudly, kicking her legs, before her entire body suddenly seized up as Simba hit her G-spot, making her juices squirt almost to David's feet as he just gaped, his erection aching with unspent need. He'd been saving himself for this reunion, and now…now…

“Shh," soothed Nala, kissing the side of David's neck, teasing his artery with one fangtip, as she lovingly caressed his chest. “We wouldn't do this to you if it wasn't important, dear, sweet David. But your precious male essence needs to be preserved, and it needs to be…aroused. Regularly. Heavily."

“Ruin their bottoms, Simba!" Sarafina encouraged the Lion King eagerly as he positioned the two teens on all-fours before him, taking the time to start mauling their heart-shaped derrieres in his calloused paws. “They both make such sweet noises when they're taking your penis in their tushies!"

“A steady diet of anal sex is perfect for stimulating ovulation," said Sarabi, walking up with her typical inscrutable smile, the twins' cubs in her arms, each of the hungry little ones nursing greedily on her beautiful, full breasts. “And I think we should give these two little miracles siblings as soon as possible. After all, I was offering up my tailhole to your father for almost a week when you were conceived, dearest son, and you popped precious little Kiara into Nala not long after I convinced her to let you sodomize her perfect rump." The lioness matron punctuated this statement by stroking her tufted tail across Nala's peach-furred rump (which was, indeed, nearly perfect) with slow, sensual affection. “Mmm," she purred as she shuddered, when the two cubs at her breasts suckled a little harder, seeming to sense her mood. “Sometimes I wish I were a lion, or maybe even a she-hyena, so I could properly enjoy what it's like to make a female squirm beneath me in total, blissful, orgasmic submission."

“Your strap-on isn't enough anymore, you insatiable beast?" teased Sarafina, disentangling herself from David so that she could kindly take one of the cubs from Sarabi's arms, and bring the little one to her own breast. “And after you spent so many hours yesterday riding my daughter's and my tailholes raw, just so we wouldn't rape David in the airport!"

“Well," Sarabi had the decency to blush lightly. “We all have our fantasies."

“Mine," growled Simba, casting his eyes over his harem, letting them linger on each and every one of the lionesses, but paying special attention to Nala and David, before he turned his gaze back to Brie and Rie, “is right here."

With ease, he caught Rie's ankle, then flipped the squealing teen onto her back, before gripping the back of Brie's head, and pressing her down toward her sister's bald cunny.

“Lick her thoroughly, everywhere," he growled softly. “Get her very slick for me. I have been lusting after both your bottoms since you left, and I am not going to be gentle in taking them!"

Little Brie only had just enough time to bury her mouth against Rie's quim before Simba's much larger mouth began greedily slurping and smacking her own tasty twat. The Lion King growled eagerly as he gnawed on the human girl's pussy, sucking on her inner pink parts, forcing Brie to muffle her scream into her sister's cunny as she almost instantly started to cum, her own orgasm seeming to set off a chain reaction, as Rie also started to jerk, her back arching, legs kicking on either side of her sister's blonde head as she reached down, small hands grabbing her sister's shoulders with a desperate grip. Both sisters only had a moment to adjust to this rush of pleasure, however, before Simba tilted his muzzle slightly upward, and Brie was screaming again, before this time pushing her head down, her tongue working against Rie's snug sphincter, just as Simba was rimming hers with expert skill. It had been far, far too long since the last time Brie had gotten a proper rimjob, and only the lions of Pride Rock really seemed to know just what they were doing when they were attending to the needs of the human girls' bottoms.

Only spending enough time to ensure Brie was nice and slick, knowing she was at least as turned-on and eager as he was, Simba squeezed and then spread Brie's buns with one hand, the other gripping his shaft, stroking it, getting it nice and slick with precum as he guided it forward. Right then, Brie wouldn't have objected if Simba had just shoved that big liondong into her tiny anal rosebud, but of course, Simba didn't just cram himself in all the way…well, this time, at least. Perhaps after he'd gotten the girls used to him once more...but right now, he grit his teeth, and squeezed his swollen glans in, nice and slow, making Brie's eyes roll back into her head as she continued to mindlessly prep her sister's own little rosebud for its own inevitable filling. She could almost feel the light pop as Simba's penis got past her tense sphincter, stretching it wide, and smoothing the way for the rest of his immense, thick shaft as he began filling her up, nice and slow, all the way to the brim, until his weighty balls were squeezed up tight against her gushing cunny, her juices getting his short hairs soaking wet.

Baring his teeth in a savage snarl of triumph as he paused there, grinding his hips, getting Brie's bottom nice and loose for him (as though such a thing were possible – these human girls were tight!), Simba just exulted in the feeling of her rear muscles clenching down on him, squeezing the base of his shaft very tightly indeed, while the heat of her inner parts served to enflame his own desires. Soon it was too much for him, and the mighty Lion King pulled back, nice and slow, until he could just barely see the corona of his rubbery-spiked penis…before he slammed himself back inside, making Brie squeal like a kitten. Now was no time to hold back, and Simba didn't, making very good on his promise not to be gentle. Brie's breasts bounced, and she was soon clawing at the dirt, unable to concentrate enough to keep licking her sister. Rie saw her sister's travails of pleasure, and smiled down at the other blonde, before bending forward, and kissing her twin on the lips. Instantly, Brie was kissing back, and their lovely little tongues started to caress each other, allowing Brie the distraction she needed to keep from simply passing out from the raw intensity of sensation overloading her senses from Simba's almost brutal humping.

Then Simba hooked his hand around Brie's hip, his fingers finding and then sinking into her quivering cunny, and Brie instantly broke the kiss with her sister, her head snapping up as her entire body started to spasm violently, her mouth open but no sounds coming out, her eyes wide, but unseeing. It was just too much! After the stress of travel, and all the anticipation of returning home to her beloved family…it was just too much for anyone to bear!

Pulling out at the last second, Simba grinned down at Brie toothily, letting her head slump forward, even as he continued to pump his shaft with one powerful fist, milking himself for those last few seconds, before his balls tightened, and he began to cum, squirting ropes of thick lionseed across her upturned tushie.

“So much," cooed Nala, kissing her way down David's chest, while another lioness held his hands behind his back, and took the opportunity to kiss her way down his spine. “He really did miss them."

All of David's willpower right then was focused on not screaming in desperation, especially as he watched Simba grab Rie's leg, pulling her over, then flipping her onto her stomach right next to her more serious-minded sister. And when the flirty little blonde started to squeal as Simba squeezed his mighty cock into her extra-tight bum, David had to grit his teeth to stifle the low, needy moan that was forced from his throat as one of the younger lionesses daringly caressed his aching balls. The scene before him was just too hot! He needed to cum!

“Just let it build," whispered Nala, her eyes shifting between David's sweet face, so beatific in his travail, his expression much like that of some Renaissance paintings of Saint Sebastian in his time of ultimate crisis. “But don't try to push yourself any farther. And you girls, don't touch his penis. And definitely don't stick anything in his butt – David's really sensitive back there. We want his tension right at its peak, his semen boiling to get out, when we hand him over to Rafiki."

So that was what this was about! If he wasn't so tense with arousal right then, David might have actually felt a sense of relief at knowing his family was doing this out of love, rather than some perverse desire to see him suffer. Sarabi – none of the lions, in fact – had known much about the ritual that had been planned for after the humans' return, but obviously part of whatever was going to be done required David's enforced abstinence. Which meant this tension, this aching, desperate need, was all for himself, and for his beautiful shared mates, Brie and Rie. It was for them, and that knowledge comforted David somewhat.

Now if only Rie and Simba would just stop being so sexy!

And Rie was being sexy, her sweet cries so adorable, so arousing, as though she could transfer her own intense feelings of pleasure to everyone within earshot, just by giving voice to what she was feeling right then. Even the lionesses, who'd presumably had ample opportunity to work off their own tensions and needs before meeting with the humans, seemed to be working themselves swiftly up to a fine froth, as one by one, they peeled away from David in couples and threesomes, and tumbled onto the grass, yowling and moaning and mewling like kittens as they ground beautiful tawny bodies against each other, their slick juices flowing freely onto the rich soil of the savannah.

By this point, Simba was pounding Rie's little buns good and hard and rough, almost thrusting straight down into her upturned tushie, while Rie clawed at the ground, screaming and flailing and wriggling as much as possible, almost as though she were trying to crawl away from the orgasms that threatened to overwhelm her entire young body. Simba, however, would have none of that, and his powerful hands held the little blonde teen firmly in place, forcing her to yield to his will as he gave her a good and thorough stuffing, until his roar of orgasm melded with Rie's screams of ultimate pleasure, leaving her slumped next to her sister, cum leaking from both their bottoms, their beautiful young bodies covered in lionspunk.

When the twins had recovered sufficiently, they were set to the task of cleaning Simba's cock, as was David, finally released from the clutches of the lionesses. And when the Lion King's cock was properly presentable once more, it was poor David who bore the brunt of his rekindled lust, as Simba gripped the back of the human boy's head, and force-fed him that gorgeous, meaty organ, choking him, making his vision swim as he reached desperately for his penis, needing release right then so badly, his senses awash in the heady musk of a strong and healthy lion. But he was never given the opportunity, as Nala's gentle but irresistibly firm hands were always there, keeping David from touching himself, from finding his own peak of pleasure.

Many, many hours later, the reunion of humans and lions slowly came to a sleepy finish. Pride Rock's inhabitants had become mostly diurnal, to match the habits of most of Simba's subjects, and so night was the time for rest. Usually. There were the occasional midnight hunts by those lionesses that preferred the dark, and didn't mind risking the hyenas that often roamed in it (though, since David's visit with Simba to the Elephant Graveyard, the worst that ever happened to a lioness caught by hyenas was that she'd turn up in the morning, only barely conscious from more orgasms than any female should have to endure, her snug pink holes thoroughly stretched and leaking the cum of a score of hyenas, while her fur would be matted with even more hyenaspunk), but for the most part the night was the time for quiet and peace.

At least, it was a time of quiet and peace for Brie and Rie and the lions of Pride Rock. For David, not so much. All the rest of that day, he'd watched the twins being stuffed with Simba's cock, and filled with Simba's cum until their tummies started to swell with it, making them look several months pregnant. During those few periods when the girls had been allowed to rest and recover a little, Simba was giving his shaft good and hard and deep to one of his lionesses. Since she'd been such a good babysitter, Sarabi was, as often as not, the recipient of Simba's seed, but since Sarafina was often making out with Sarabi, her best friend, in any stray moment, she ended up getting her cunny crammed with lioncock almost as frequently as Simba's mother. In fact, every lioness there got at least one healthy load of lionsperm, though it was Nala and the twins who received more of it than anyone else, Nala because Simba loved her most of all, and Brie and Rie because, after all, this was their reunion party. Theirs, and David's.

Unlike the girls, however, the human boy was never allowed to orgasm, not even once. They'd eventually had to tie his hands behind his back, and make sure they were secured along his forearms as well as his wrists, forming a square behind his back, so he couldn't even finger his bottom, let alone reach his aching erection. The lions had even fed poor David a few choice herbs provided to them by Rafiki for the purpose, and as soon as the little leaf-bound packets had dissolved in David's stomach, he discovered that he couldn't cum, no matter how badly he wanted to, and when the lionesses had discovered this fact, they were finally quite eager to make use of his beautiful penis, again and again and again. With the festivities finally died down, and everyone else asleep, David was left bound, with his ankles secured as well, just in case, lying near the middle of the pile of his otherwise well-satisfied pridemates.

Perhaps it wouldn't have been so bad if David wasn't the only one there not allowed to wear clothes. Even Brie and Rie were allowed to wear their soft leather tunics, even though these simple garments were hardly more than a scrap of leather with a hole in the top for their heads, making them incredibly simple to remove. But David was the lowest-ranking member of the pride, and in that place, he was to remain naked at almost all times, for ease of access by anyone who cared to make use of his body. Now, naked and helpless, David lay in the midst of so many supple, beautiful bodies, feeling their soft fur rub against his bare skin, and was utterly unable to do anything to relieve the feelings that were surging through him at every moment of the night.

Next day dawned far too early for poor David. Eventually, he'd nodded off, but the sleep he'd gotten had been slow in coming, and very restless. Unable, thanks to Rafiki's herbs, to even find the relief of a wet dream, the boy was still erect, and achingly so, when he awoke. Before he could make any protests, and while Brie and Rie were just starting to nurse their beautiful cubs, Sarabi, ever skillful, popped another of Rafiki's herbal packets into his mouth, and got him to swallow it down.

“Good boy," she praised him, nuzzling David's cheek. “Don't worry: you only have to make it through another day, and then Rafiki will be ready for you and the girls, I promise. Now come on, cheer up: I'll get you your favorite breakfast."

Even with all the modern conveniences slowly being introduced into even the farthest reaches of the Price Lands, ranging from cell phones to computers to running water, pancakes were hard to come by, since wheat wasn't as common as numerous other grains, and the lions of Pride Rock didn't make use of it anyway. But sure enough, Sarabi had somehow collected not only the ingredients for pancakes, as well as a frypan for cooking them, but also bacon, sausage, and eggs. Admittedly, the bacon and sausage were from local pigs, and the eggs from local chickens, and so they tasted quite different from anything that might be served in an American restaurant, but that didn't mean they weren't very welcome indeed to David's palate, and an even more welcome distraction from his perpetual erection, which seemed unwilling to abate, not even during mealtime.

Not that David didn't find his erection getting use that day. Heavy use, actually. But he just couldn't cum, no matter how eagerly one or another of the lionesses rutted him. Brie and Rie got at least as much attention as David did over the course of that day, and though they did their best to get back into the routine of chores and tending the pride's cubs, as they were supposed to, while the lionesses and Simba hunted and handled the other matters of the pride that demanded attention, they were regularly interrupted, and far too often, David had to take up the slack (since, thankfully, it was quite seldom that both he and the twins ended up being erotically mauled by lions at the same time). Not that this meant too much: one of the major advantages of polyamory as practiced by the lions of Pride Rock was, of course, there was always someone around to fill in those places where somebody else wasn't able to assist. As long as everybody chipped in, everything went just fine. So if Rie was dragged off by several of the younger lionesses to help them “devour" a struggling, helpless, freshly-caught zebra filly (the two-legged sort), getting her nice and wet before delivering her to Simba for deflowering, or if Brie was detained by Nala for some heavy tribbing, or if David was tied up on his back, while Sarabi, Sarafina, and several of the other older lionesses used his perpetual priapism and inability to reach orgasm as an opportunity to squeeze beautiful brown humancock into their tailholes until they were each thoroughly satisfied, it didn't really cause any significant disruption to the normal routine of Pride Rock.

David, however…well, his sleep schedule was very disrupted as, once again, he was given a dose of Rafiki's “medicine" as night fell, then bound securely before bed. Fortunately for him, Nala was incredibly skilled with rope, as were most of the lionesses, though Nala was easily the best, having learned the talent from her mother. Sarafina, it was said, had learned her skills from a lioness named Zira, with whom she'd long ago shared the lion that was Nala's mother, and Simba's uncle. Zira wasn't around Pride Rock any longer, however, due to…issues. The exact details weren't something the lionesses liked to talk about, and Simba honestly didn't know enough to share anything useful. Musings like these were all that allowed David to finally relax enough to nod off, focusing on other people's problems, rather than his own. Of course, his rational, “superego" mind perfectly understood that, for the very important ritual in which he was going to take part, he needed to hold off on having an orgasm. He also understood, in the “ego" part of his personality, that if he held off a little longer, he'd get a huge payoff really soon, just the next morning. His “id," however, was not so easily put off, and so David had dreams that left him kicking and squirming against the supple, furry bodies around him, until Sarabi finally seated herself on top of him, keeping his head firmly pressed against her sex through the night. While it didn't help his dreams any, at least it kept him from squirming so much, some part of his instincts apparently satisfied by the intimate contact.

When the day dawned, and David wasn't given a dose of Rafiki's herbs, there were simply no words to describe the depth of relief he felt. Not as great as an actual orgasm would have produced, of course, but at that point David was willing to take whatever he could get. And what he got…was the dirty old monkey himself.

Eager to get some alone time, and slipping away before anyone was really awake (though it had taken a little fast-talk to get Sarabi to cut his bonds while she was still half-asleep), David stepped out into the bright morning light and started to reach for his aching erection of the past two days…then blinked as he noticed the mandrill in front of him. Being a monkey, of course, Rafiki was quite similar to his non-sapient ancestors, the primary differences being in his size and more humanlike build, as well as his upright stance. That last, however, had faded somewhat with the passing years, leading to Rafiki leaning heavily on a staff almost as gnarled and tough as him. Since the only things covering his body were a simple loincloth (which covered the front of his groin only) and a number of tribal patterns drawn in various naturally-derived dyes, at a distance it could be extremely difficult indeed to tell Rafiki from a common mandrill without sapience. One look into his eyes, however, made his true status as a thinking creature immediately apparent: old Rafiki was as sharp as an obsidian knife, age having dulled his wit, senses, and reflexes not one whit.

“Beating off, were you?" asked Rafiki with the mischievous smirk David had come to associate with the dirty old monkey.

“Maybe," David admitted hesitantly. “But I don't see…"

Bonk!

“You didn't see that either," answered the old monkey with a grin, setting his staff firmly into the ground once more, while David was left rubbing his aching head. The blow hadn't been very hard, of course, but it did smart a little. “Remember: bad boys who beat off their lower heads, get their upper heads beaten off too."

“Ow," whined David, giving the mandrill a sour look, before he gulped as the other male put his thickly-calloused, surprisingly nimble hand against the boy's smooth brown chest.

“You'll get what you need soon enough," Rafiki assured David with a knowing smile. “While I'm not a monkey like you, I still needed to go through a ritual like yours in order to connect to the spirits of the land, and to the ancestors, and to the Great Spirit who set all things in motion."

“Who are you calling a monkey?" challenged David, though not too seriously, the smirk on his face making it clear that he wasn't offended.

“You, monkey-boy," laughed Rafiki. “After all, that's what you were about to spank, wasn't it?"

This time, David was ready, and hopped just out of reach as wily old Rafiki swung his staff again, aimed straight at David's derriere. Had it connected, David wasn't sure if he'd just stung, or cum as well as stung, considering how sensitive he was to touch right then. The knock on the head had, surprisingly, actually cleared his mind a little, letting his rational self come back into control.

“Let's get the girls, then, and get going," he urged.

“Ladies need their beauty sleep," Rafiki hedged with a wicked grin. “It would be rude to wake them, don't you think?"

“I think they're beautiful enough," said Simba, stepping out of the den, a slightly bleary-eyed Brie and Rie to either side, his large paws resting casually on their bottoms, squeezing them through their thigh-length tunics. “And I don't think David is keen on waiting any longer than he has to," added the lion with a sympathetic smile at the smooth-skinned boy, a smile David returned gratefully.

“Ah, the young," chuckled Rafiki. “So impatient!" Then he smiled warmly, and stepped forward, giving Simba a gentle hug, which the big lion returned. “It is good to know your pride prospers, Simba," he said in a softer, more intimate tone. “I am pleased to help your pridemates become more close to you all."

“Just bring them back safe, Rafiki," Simba urged as the four of them parted ways with Simba, turning their backs to the den as the lionesses were just starting to wake up. “But I know you'll do that. You're the only one in the entire Pridelands who can be trusted, no matter what." Then Simba smirked boyishly. “Even if you are kind of strange sometimes."

“Strange is in the eye of the beholder!" laughed Rafiki, leading his young charges off into the wilderness, toward the vast old tree he called home. The ancient baobab was the oldest and largest tree for miles, and it was said by many that it had first germinated back near the dawn of time itself. David didn't know if that were so, but as he and the twins drew closer, they couldn't resist looking at it, their eyes captivated with its sheer size, its awe-inspiring gravity of presence. There was something special about this place, something ancient and powerful and not completely explainable by modern science's many advances, and they could feel it in their bones.

In the lead, and doing his very best not to stare at Rafiki's blue rump beneath his short, slightly crooked tail, David clambered up the surprisingly sturdy ladder leading to the old mandrill's treehouse, the place where he did his magic. As he climbed, however, the boy started at the feeling of Brie's hand on his naked bottom, giving him an appraising squeeze, and glanced back at her reproachfully. She was supposed to be the responsible one!

“Sorry," Brie apologized, at least having the decency to appear sorry. Rie probably wouldn't have gone that far. “It's just…well…you stick it out more now, to keep your penis from bumping the rungs of the ladder. And you've always had the most gorgeous butt, David."

Rolling his eyes, David did his best to focus on climbing up, rather than on the fact that he was perfectly aware that both twins were eyeing him from below.

Rafiki's hut was everything you could hope for in a witch doctor's hut, and more, especially since it was well-lit, and well-ventilated as well, with just enough roof to keep off the rain, while the canopy of branches surrounded the central house like an enclosing bird's nest. Whenever he was around Rafiki, David always half-expected him or the things around him to smell like the monkey cage at a zoo, but Rafiki was a surprisingly cleanly soul, and though there were plenty of shelves packed with all manner of strange objects, and a few spots where they dangled from the ceiling, emitting strange and exotic (but not at all unpleasant) scents, the floor itself was completely clear, making it easy for David and the girls to avoid stubbing their feet. However, the dangling items hanging from the ceiling made it almost impossible for David to keep track of Rafiki until the old mandrill slipped up behind him and grabbed his bum in both surprisingly strong hands.

“I was the one who told them not to touch your rear," Rafiki explained, smiling as David couldn't hold back the moan forced from his throat as the monkey started kneading and squeezing his firm brown bottom. “You were always so very sensitive back here. This is why you were always perfect for the position of serving Simba. Well," he added, gently guiding David over near a low wooden shelf, allowing the human boy to bend forward, crouching slightly, resting his hands on the surface, thrusting out his almost feminine rump into Rafiki's hands as they continued their skilled kneading of his supple, boyish flesh, “one reason. You are happy with your role in the pride, David?"

“Yes," moaned David softly, his eyes heavy-lidded. “I love being…being…" he licked his lips, and let his eyes flutter shut. “Being the Lion King's slave. Being naked all the time, so that I can always be ready to serve everyone in the pride, anytime they need me. And they do need me! That's why…why I love serving them all, whenever they want it."

“You are a good male, David," said Rafiki, his Swahili accent softer these days, as he'd worked hard on improving his English, even as he looked toward the twins, giving them an encouraging nod. “Come, help your friend." Those rough hands spread David's rear wide, and the mandrill stepped to the side, letting the girls see exactly where he intended them to get to work. “He needs to be…milked."

Rie traded a glance with Brie, then grinned at the look of momentary confusion on her sister's face. Brie was always a little slower on the uptake when it came to naughty stuff. The light of comprehension dawned quickly in the other blonde girl's eyes, though, when Rie moved in, kneeling behind the crouching boy, her hands swiftly moving to take the place of Rafiki's, while the mandrill slipped away to several other shelves, quickly working to gather up the materials on them, mixing them together in a large wooden bowl with the ease and certainty of long practice. Soon Brie joined her sister kneeling behind David, their small, gentle hands caressing and squeezing his smooth, supple flesh.

Of course it was Rie who was the first to press her lips to David's anal rosette. Her tongue flickered out, and the boy moaned sweetly at that intimate touch, his voice so soft, so feminine, it was almost musical in the twins' ears. Brie moved forward as well, kissing the back of his plump sac, and then starting to nibble her way up David's perineum. Their tongues met, then, and both of them slowly penetrated David's bum, one twin pushing forward while the other pulled back, their tongues stroking against each other in a slow, sensual kiss that not even the French had likely ever thought of. They paused only long enough to doff their smocks, before the twins were back and hard at work, their hands roaming each other almost as much as they were roaming David's legs and rear and balls.

Of course, David was scrubbed as clean as possible. He'd even gotten a little help from Sarabi (who'd more-or-less “adopted" him) and Nala, though they'd had be extremely careful not to touch him too much, keeping things as professional and businesslike as they could. When Rie's tongue penetrated his clenched sphincter, he tasted surprisingly pleasant, as he was squeaky clean all over, even back there, which Brie discovered as well a moment later, when her tongue joined that of her sister inside David's body, working him open, stretching him out so gently with the soft pressure of their combined, entwined tongues. As they pressed their tongues together inside the human boy bent before them, the girls similarly pressed their lithe pink bodies together, thighs fitting key-in-lock against slick bald cunnies, erect strawberry nipples rubbing firmly against each other until they were almost as aroused as poor David, their hands squeezing and spreading his taut buns wide to allow them easier access as they began thrusting their heads upward and forward and back, sawing against each other more vigorously, tongues rasping just as swiftly against tongues as their thighs ground against desperately needy quims.

After everything he'd been through for the past two days, besides having held himself back for the return trip, in anticipation of the sex that he'd thought would take place, there was no possible way David could last long. To his credit, though, he tried. He tried hard. But the moment Rie added one of her fingers to the mix, teasing the slender, delicate digit along his prostate, that was the last straw. Instantly, David's whole body tensed, his toned tummy tightening, showing off his sleek sixpack, before he cried out loudly, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the counter before him in a deathgrip. His balls twitched, and then so did his cock, and instantly he was squirting his pent-up cum in long ropes of gushing boyjuices. Rafiki was there, however, his bowl positioned just right to catch every last drop of lively boycum, heavily charged with David's raw essence. The moment the human boy's cum hit the mix of other ingredients, it crackled like lightning, then gave a loud POOF of sound and purple-pink smoke.

“Very good," Rafiki praised the three human teens as he carefully set the bowl aside on a high shelf, under a ray of direct sunlight, and open to the light breeze blowing through the house of branches, to let it collect still more vital energy, though this time from nature itself rather than from David. “Very, very good indeed. My potion is brewing, and soon its peak potency will be reached. But now," he smiled at the humans, as David slumped to his knees between the twins, who scooted apart reluctantly, all three of them now looking up at Rafiki with wide eyes and flushed faces, “I need to charge the three of you with the same vital energy."

“Vital energy…?" David asked, dazed, before his eyes grew huge as Rafiki knelt, and caught his chin in one strong hand, before the old monkey kissed him full on the lips. Only at that moment, as he felt his penis pressing against the mandrill's, did he realize that Rafiki was naked, having removed his loincloth at some point when the humans were busy.

“Oh yeah," moaned Rie, cupping her sister's breasts as she watched Rafiki bend David over onto all-fours, then position himself behind the boy, his long, slender, startlingly pale-skinned monkeycock standing full and erect from its bright red sheath, his heavy blue balls looking almost impossibly massive compared to his (still not small by any means) penis. “Nail him good, Rafiki! Put it all the way in him!"

Perhaps Rie would have gotten even more enthusiastic in her encouragement, but Brie suddenly grew aggressive at that moment, roughly pouncing her sister like a kitten, bowling Rie onto her back right behind Rafiki and David, while the supposedly more mature of the twins growled cutely as she hungrily kissed Rie's lips and cheeks and neck, her small hands mauling Rie's adorable breasts, coaxing droplets of milk from them, which Brie was only too happy to lap up. Soon Brie was almost gnawing on her sister's nipples, slurping and suckling noisily as she nursed, while Rie's legs kicked and she squirmed in desperate arousal beneath the other girl, her voice raised high in the most adorable cries of arousal. At the same time, Rie was looking up eagerly, her blue eyes wide as she focused on Rafiki's penis, taking in all the details of his slender shaft, so humanlike, and yet so arousingly bestial at the same time.

Both twins looked up, then, as David moaned loudly, Rafiki's glans nudging against the boy's backside, slowly working against his anus, getting it slick with precum, adding additional lubrication to the prior efforts of the twins' tongueplay. Working his hips, gyrating them, Rafiki began screwing his rigid member into David's pulsing chrysanthemum, and the twins had their eyes riveted on the point of contact, where Rafiki's glans was stretching David's rear hole, nice and slow, pushing a little forward, then pulling back, building the tension just that tiny bit more with each slow forward movement, until…until…

Pop.

Penetration was soft, almost gentle, and David gasped softly, the sound feminine from his Cupid's bow lips. Lips that Rafiki covered with his thick, brightly-colored muzzle a moment later, while his hips surged forward, filling the boy up from behind far more quickly, now that they'd gotten past the initial penetration. With that first, hard part over and done, Rafiki bent over David, panting, his sharp teeth bared as he worked his hips, fingers digging almost brutally into David's brown-skinned bottom. For his part, David clawed at the wooden floor of the naturally-formed baobab house, moaning loudly and sweetly in his soft, exquisite voice, so well-suited to singing in a church choir, and to moaning in carnal passion. His beautiful face was contorted with pleasure, making him look at once pained and beatific, so much like Renaissance pictures of saints as they endured unspeakable tortures while in the throes of the rapture of God. Except David wasn't in pain right then, no, not one bit. He'd probably be a bit sore afterward, since it had been a while since he'd taken a real penis into his rump, but right then, there was only pleasure, sweet and exquisite and intense.

Now Rafiki was working his hips, harder, faster, grunting harshly in the boy's ear as he started to slap his groin against David's firm-but-yielding bottom, making the supple brown flesh bounce. At the same time, he nuzzled and then licked the back of David's neck, and then his cheek, the additional contact making David's heart pound even harder as he trembled beneath the astonishingly virile old monkey, the roughness of the shaman quickly affecting him. The more rough Rafiki got, the more David seemed to love it, whispering words in Spanish to the God he'd always been taught to worship, and the Great Spirit who ruled the Pridelands, until the prayers melded together into something strange and new, only barely-coherent through his haze of overwhelming pleasure, all his rational thoughts drifting away like the smoke of prayer candles. And the more David grew lost in pleasure, the more surely Brie and Rie were similarly lost, their beautiful voices rising high as Rie pressed back against her sister, working her inner thigh against Brie's squishy cunny, while Brie did the same to her, both of them now mauling each others' breasts, Brie still on top, Rie underneath, while their juices and milk flowed copiously, and even squirting as their pleasures peaked, hitting an all-time high that never seemed to decrease, but only to just keep on going up, as though nothing but more pleasure could possibly await them, every spike of orgasm just a stepping stone to a higher plane of existence.

Up until this point, Rafiki hadn't touched David's penis, not even once. Even now, as his lips curled back, showing his sharp teeth and the passion he was feeling, the old mandrill didn't go any faster than a certain, steady, reasonably rapid pace. But even though he didn't release the raw, primal savagery of Simba in the throes of mating, Rafiki had a power about him all his own. Each thrust touched something inside of David, making the younger male tremble, his whole body growing slick with sweat in moments, leaving him panting like a dog, desperate to catch his breath. Whenever their balls touched, heavy blue orbs against plump brown sac, Rafiki gave just that little extra nudge of his hips, angling them just so, sending tremors through David's entire body, making his whole world start to reel, while keeping him just on the edge of consciousness, and just barely away from the edge of orgasm. The strange energy of Rafiki's lovemaking had a powerful spirit to it, and Brie and Rie felt it, too, each slap of furry hips against baby-smooth brown bottom making them shudder with yet another orgasm, the raw power of Life itself seeming to course through their veins, leaving them weak and spent and thoroughly satisfied. And Rafiki hadn't even touched them yet!

“Not yet," said Rafiki softly in David's ear, his shaft starting to move just slightly faster, making David's body start to tremble in an orgasm that wasn't really an orgasm, giving the boy a peak that didn't lead to ejaculation and the reduction in tension that would have brought. “Not…quite…yet. Not until I allow it, boy. You don't stand a chance against old Rafiki, and you should never forget it. Never, ever forget: I'm the one who taught those silly lions at Pride Rock how to really make love."

“Please, Rafiki," David begged, his eyes squeezing shut, his voice almost a whine of desperation. “Please, I need…I need…"

“You need what I say you need," answered Rafiki, pulling his penis right out to the corona, only just barely not popping free completely, before he gave David's buns a loud slap with one wide hand, making the boy squeal like a girl. “When you get to my age, you learn what others need, and you learn how to give it to them. And right now," the old monkey grinned widely, “right now, I think you could use another orgasm."

“Oooh!" David moaned loudly, his cry mingling with that of the twins as they arched their backs against each other, their supple muscles tense, frozen in place with an intense climax, even more powerful than the ones that had come previously. “Rafiki!"

Finally, finally, Rafiki let his back arch, his long, sharp teeth clenching tightly together as he let himself go, allowed the pleasure to finally overwhelm him. David felt the monkey's cum splashing inside him, and it made him shudder even more powerfully, his whole world starting to narrow down to a single, tight focus, concentrating all his sensations onto the throbbing of his own spurting penis, and the even more intense throbbing deep inside himself. And not once had Rafiki touched David's penis! That simple contact hadn't been needed, as aroused as David had been.

Heaving a long, satisfied sigh, Rafiki settled back, his cock popping free of David's bum, and lifted the bowl he'd somehow slipped beneath the boy at the moment of orgasm. Never let it be said that Rafiki didn't have fast hands, Brie and Rie both thought as they looked up, half-dazed with their own orgasms. That was when the old mandrill glanced down at them, then curled his lip in a smirk at the two tired teen twins.

“Still alive, human boy?" he asked, setting the bowl of ingredients for his latest potion aside. “Because it's time that the girls had their turn, and I'll need a bit of assistance."

“Y-yeah," David somehow managed to get out, slowly getting to his knees, and then gradually to his feet, though it was a difficult process – whatever Rafiki had done to him, it had been a full-body experience, and every part of him tingled with the raw intensity of something even more extreme than being gang-banged by an entire pride. However, despite how worked he felt, David wasn't spouting mere bravado when he said he could help Rafiki with the girls: even after what had been the most intense orgasm of his young life, David was still hard, as though his balls were somehow bottomless now, or perhaps so stored up from his recent enforced celibacy that it would take a lot more than just two orgasms to properly drain them. “Gimme…gimme a minute to catch my breath."

“I will see what I can do," chuckled Rafiki, his oversized hands grasping each girl's shoulder, showing the astonishing strength in his wiry body as he easily raised them, side-by-side, onto their knees, letting them rest their pert little tushies on their heels. “Now," said the old monkey, smiling down at the twins as he placed his hands on their heads, guiding their beautiful, upturned faces toward his still-erect shaft, “attend me, girls of the Pride Rock harem. As I did to David, I and he will soon do to you. You will want us both to be very wet, I think, when we enter your pink bottoms." He shrugged, still smiling. “You are both, after all, very small."

Almost immediately, both girls were kissing each other, Rafiki's pale penis between their lips, preventing them from quite contacting each other. Moaning loudly, turned on at the thought of arousing the muscular old monkey, of the perverted things he was going to do to both of them in the very near future, the twins eagerly licked up and down Rafiki's shaft, each of them taking turns licking the tip, or even suckling wetly, tasting his strangely sweet precum, finding the flavor almost addictive. Then they were nibbling their way down to his heavy blue balls, and started to bathe them with their tongues, just like they'd seen Nala and the other lionesses do to Simba's equally-heavy sac. Unlike Simba's sac, however, which was covered with short, soft fur, Rafiki's balls were completely hairless, making it easy for the twins to feel their slightly wrinkled texture beneath their small, smooth tongues.

“Come here, David," Rafiki gently commanded, even as he let his large hands stroke down each girl's back, then squeeze their heart-shaped bottoms, making them arch up to meet his fingers, almost like a cat enthusiastically pressing into being petted, before they began moaning as his fingers found their slick little cunnies, and swiftly began to fill the treehouse with the squelching of his hands against their sexes. “Come here quickly, and enjoy the girls' mouths. It is an ages-old custom for a female to attend to a male with her mouth; it ensures his cleanliness when he enters her. I can tell right away that Sarafina has been training these two, just like she trained her daughter." Rafiki released Rie's rump to grab David's as the boy approached, deftly squeezing a finger into his young friend's tush as he grinned knowingly, using that finger to guide David easily into place beside him, letting Rie turn her attention from Rafiki's sac, to doing her very best to swallow David's cock right to the roots. “When Sarafina was a little cub, she was always putting things in her mouth. When I introduced her to the idea of putting a penis in her mouth, she quickly became my most enthusiastic student in the oral arts. Sarabi, meanwhile, has always had the most sensitive breasts, and is a sharp contender for the most muscular vagina, while Nala is a true tailslut. Simba," he continued with a mischievous smirk, much like a parent about to share an especially embarrassing incident from a child's life, “Simba lacked stamina. It took me so long to get him to last long enough to satisfy, like his father. Now there was a male that needed training only to improve what he already had!"

“You," gasped out David as he watched Brie pumping her head up and down Rafiki's shaft, while Rie attended to him. “You act like you know a lot about Simba and his lionesses, Rafiki."

“Of course I do!" Rafiki scoffed enthusiastically, giving the finger into David's bottom a good twist at just the right angle. “I'm a dirty old monkey, after all, and I've had a long lifetime to get very good at sex indeed." Then he gave the teens a wink. “As much fun as Simba is in the tall grass, he's still only one male, and besides, lionesses enjoy a bit of variety."

Unable to help himself, David's hands went to Rie's head, gripping her as she bobbed up and down, engulfing his shaft in her sweet mouth, her beautiful blue eyes looking up at him, watching his face. He was only barely aware of some of the past exploits Rafiki was sharing, about how he regularly accepted tail as payment from the many patients who came to him for his many cures and remedies for everything that ailed them. Of course, patients who were based on the carnivorous animals, like crocodiles, lions, or even hyenas, would just as often bring him fresh-caught “prey" as payment instead, though this usually resulted in threesomes or moresomes, as the predator usually couldn't resist joining in.

Though David could only pay half-attention, some of the stories Rafiki shared, though, were more than enough to set off the imaginations of the twins, who didn't require any coaxing by David's or Rafiki's hands as they began bobbing their heads even faster. Those stories conjured up word-images in the minds of Brie and Rie that just seemed so real! With only a little bit of exertion, they could feel themselves in the role of the predator, like the cheetahbabe who'd been so full of frantic erotic energy as she worked over Rafiki in so many positions. But more often they felt themselves in the role of the prey, like the adorable, sobbing little dikdik presented to Rafiki by a powerful leopardman, who'd pleaded so prettily for mercy at the start, only to end up happily riding the big spotty hunter to total exhaustion after Rafiki awakened her to her innermost needs, or the insecure young zebra colt who'd come to Rafiki for help improving his attractiveness to females, only to have the old monkey show him how much fun could be had with males. They could feel themselves entering the roles given in the stories, felt themselves becoming one with the passion of the characters, with the reality of past events. So caught up were they in their fantasies, in fact, that the twins only barely registered their throats working as Rafiki and David started to cum, Rafiki almost silent, while David moaned loudly in his beautiful voice as he filled Rie's mouth with his tasty, salty semen, and Brie's throat worked to gulp down Rafiki's far more copious, fruity-flavored orgasm. Both girls were gripping each male's buns tightly as they did their best to press their mouths as close to the source of their liquid treats as possible, their small hands squeezing tightly into firm rumpflesh to get still better leverage.

“Still hard?" asked Rafiki, reaching over as Rie pulled back, and wrapping his hand around David's smooth penis, stroking the glistening, slick length a few times with an approving nod. “Good, good. The herbs you took work best when the male doesn't climax. It is good to know my instructions were followed to the letter." He grinned widely. “Trust me: if you don't think so already, you'll agree soon enough that it's all worth it."

Both his hands reached out, then, and seized firm hold of the twins' bottoms, making the girls moan and raise themselves onto all-fours, lifting their heart-shaped tushies high as Rafiki squeezed and caressed their supple flesh, moans that grew steadily louder as he started to finger them anally, showing astonishing manual dexterity (or perhaps not so astonishing, considering that he was, after all, very much like a monkey in appearance) as he handled each girl with expert skill, very soon making them lower their heads, all the better to raise their bottoms high, their dimples of Venus clearly visible to the males looking down at them, while they pushed back into Rafiki's outstretched hands.

“Tailsluts, the both of you," laughed Rafiki, as he cupped each perfect derriere in his broad hands, feeling the exquisitely smooth skin beneath his rough-calloused palms as he squeezed each cheek like he was testing fruit for ripeness. “Around with you now," he continued, using his grip on the teens' bottoms to slowly guide them around, like high-spirited horses. “You're not in season yet, but you will be soon enough, once we've finished with the ritual." His grin was infectious, and David couldn't help sharing it as the girls eagerly fixed their stances before them, thrusting their bottoms back at the very erect males behind them, looking over their shoulders with wide, eager eyes. “Once you've been properly charged with the power of life."

Honestly, David only understood some of what Rafiki was saying. The old monkey was a spiritual being, for all his carnal behavior, and while David had a spiritual nature himself, there was so much that was beyond him. His innate spirituality was what told him there was so much beneath the surface of Rafiki's words, the products of a deer-seated state of enlightenment that could only be truly grasped after many years of deep contemplation. Right then, though, it didn't matter so much, as Rafiki's strong fingers wrapped around David's rigid erection, pulling the boy forward until his exposed glans was nudging right at the gates of Rie's cunny. Feeling David's cock rubbing against her labia, Rie cooed happily and began wiggling her butt teasingly, her eyes full of mischief as she looked back at David. Instantly, David grabbed her wriggling buns, forcing her to hold still, and shoved his penis into her gushing slit with a snarl of his own. Almost immediately the human boy started to hump Rie vigorously, grunting and groaning as though he were in actual pain, rather than the throes of intense pleasure that were washing over him with more power than he could even consider resisting. Squealing in orgasmic delight, Rie began humping back at David just as hard as he was pounding her tight pink buns, her face flushed with her own pleasure as she held back nothing.

Brie was in almost as bad a state as Rafiki teased his cockhead against her sopping wet lower lips. She whined like a bitch in heat, and started to wriggle her sweet little tushie to try and encourage the strong, virile mandrill, while thrusting back at him, attempting to impale her pussy on his long, rigid cock. But Rafiki was strong, and try as she might, Brie just couldn't fight that powerful grip of his as he continued to knead and maul her perfectly-formed bottom.

“Please, Rafiki!" begged the desperate blonde girl, looking back at the paint-faced shaman with her need written plainly on her face. “Please, don't tease me! I need it! I need your cock!"

“'Please,' you say?" Rafiki answered, his eyebrows raising as though he were genuinely surprised (though, of course, this was simply one of his many monkeyshines). “Well! Why didn't you say so?"

“OOOOOH!" wailed Brie as Rafiki thrust into her, his long white teeth bared and tightly gritted as he took her right to his roots, trembling all over as she felt the very tip of his long penis nudge against her cervix, sending a host of strange tingling sensations through her entire body – he was using pressure points on her insides! “RAFIKI!"

While the old mandrill took Brie nice and fast, making her eyes roll back into her head just like her sister, unlike David, consumed with teenage lust, Rafiki knew how to pace himself, and did, going just so fast, and no faster, not quite letting Brie slip over the edge of orgasm…until he allowed it. And when he allowed it, angling his hips just right, making sure his shaft rubbed across her G-spot, or teased other places within her that Brie hadn't ever really noticed before, not even with Simba's immense, pussy-stretching penis, Brie's orgasms engulfed her entire body with convulsive shudders and jerks that nearly made her crawl her way right off Rafiki's cock! She would have, too, if Rafiki hadn't been ready, and his large hands so very strong in their grip on her wriggly little buns.

“Time to switch now, David," Rafiki said, pulling out, making sure not to cum inside Brie, and at the same time ensuring David didn't either, as his hand on the boy's shoulder made sure David was tugged backward just in the nick of time, right before he went over that critical edge. “Time to share ourselves, putting energy into our girls, not essence."

So far gone at that point, David only barely understood what Rafiki was saying. Actually, he was lucky to understand much of anything right then, except that the old monkey was making his glistening cock bob and slap against his flat tummy as he popped free of Rie. He hadn't cum yet! But Rafiki was strong, and he was insistent, and before he even knew it, somehow David was kneeling behind Brie, while Rafiki had taken his place behind Rie, while both girls were moaning loudly, almost writhing on the floor of the treehouse in a combination of continuing orgasm, and a desperate need for more. The hand that had been on his shoulder went to David's shaft, squeezing it, then palpating the firm length in ways that made the poor human boy shudder all over. What was that horny old monkey doing to him? He'd been right on the edge, but now…well, he was still hard, but now he felt himself so far from reaching his orgasm, as though he'd just been yanked away from that precipice of pleasure just as surely as he'd been yanked free of Rie's beautiful little pussy.

And the girls' pussies were little! David blinked in astonishment, not really understanding what he was seeing. Before his eyes, Brie's quim was tensing, pulsing, tightening, its coloration still flushed with arousal, but regaining the lighter, smoother coloration and texture of a virgin, rather than a girl who'd given birth to the healthy cub of a very large lion. A glance to the side confirmed that Rie was undergoing the same transformation, and as he blinked in surprise, David looked to Rafiki's intelligent yellow eyes.

“Yes, very good," Rafiki said approvingly, squeezing Rie's bottom, spreading her pussy with his thumbs. “Simba will be very happy at how the spirits have blessed him. He'll probably send me his lionesses for a similar treatment," the monkey added with a lecherous leer. “Ah, but it won't be permanent…not unless we complete all the parts of the ritual."

Giving David a nod of encouragement, leading the boy to grip Brie's bottom the same way Rafiki was holding Rie's, both males set their hard cocks right at each girl's tense little anal star, and sloooowly squeezed themselves into the tight little teens, all the way to the hilt. David could feel Brie's juices soaking his smooth brown balls, and knew Rafiki's heavy blue orbs had to be glistening right then with copious girljuice from Rie's needy cunny.

Unable to hold himself back any longer, feeling Brie's buns squeeze down on him as she shuddered in pleasure, David bent over Brie, and started to thrust, making her squeal loudly at his vigorous pace. Her bottom bounced as both their ears filled with the sound of flesh clapping against flesh, and Brie's mouth dropped open, leaving her panting hard, her eyes heavy-lidded, her cheeks deeply flushed as she felt something enter her, something even larger than David's beautiful penis. Or Rafiki's. Or even Simba's glorious lioncock. There was a power in that place, a presence that threatened to completely overwhelm her entire being with its influence, leaving nothing but the desperate desire for more.

Right then, Rie was in no less of the throes of ecstasy than her sister, making a host of adorable noises in her high-pitched voice as she pushed her tushie almost straight into the air. Which was really essential, since Rafiki was almost standing up over her, thrusting nearly straight down into the blonde cutie's bottom, leaving her cheek pressed against the floor, her nail-hard nipples rubbing against the wood of the tree house with every slap of those big, potent balls against her pussy, or his strong hips against her bouncy butt. Her inner walls were quivering, tensing, pulsing, and it felt almost as though she were being stuffed by two males at once, one sodomizing her, while the other plundered her sweet, juicy pussy. But unlike the feeling that came with someone like Simba stuffing her, stretching her, leaving her gaping and sore, and yet so needy for more, this presence felt like it was making her grow less filled, less stretched…but no less needy for more pleasure!

Turning their heads, Brie and Rie's blue eyes met, both of them panting, gasping for breath, their whole bodies feeling as though they were alive with raw, pure, passionate fire. Both of their heads bobbed slightly with each thrust of the males behind them, Brie's moving a little faster, due to David's more energetic pace – the boy was simply not going to wait any longer than he had to! Orgasms by this point were just running together for the twins, until everything was just one long round of pleasure unending, interspersed with occasional spikes of even more pleasure as every so often one or the other of the males mounting them hit an especially sensitive spot.

Rie smiled at her sister. Brie smiled back, then leaned forward, her eyes slowly closing. Rie met her halfway, her own eyes closed as their lips met, little knowing or caring what an adorable and also smoking hot scene they presented, twin sisters kissing, just on the lips at first, and then turning their heads to the side as they began to trade tongue, a host of sweet girlish noises forced from their throats and into the mouth of each girl's sister by the unceasing pleasure still coursing through their veins like sweet liquid fire.

David wasn't moaning any less loudly, his own beautiful voice joining those of the twins. Unlike theirs, however, his was unrestrained, and he pounded Brie's tight buns with a will. He'd cum so many times already, and yet it seemed like he just couldn't get enough, couldn't stop the way the pleasure kept building inside of him. This time, after Rafiki's touch had momentarily dampened his impending orgasm, David felt his next climax building, and not in any way that he'd felt before. When he came this time, it would be explosive, a raw surge of something more powerful than David was sure his body could handle. Already he could feel the tension on a spot below his belly and slightly above his achingly erect penis. Looking down at his smooth brown shaft as it pistoned in and out of Brie's bottom, watching how the impact of his hips made her heart-shaped buns deform, how she was constantly clenching down on him, her muscles working feverishly, as though to keep him from pulling out every time he hilted within her…the sight alone was enough to make any hot-blooded male spurt his load right that moment.

Next to David, Rafiki was breathing a little harder than before. Perhaps, if he hadn't already cum, the old shaman might have still been going as strong as ever. Perhaps, if he wasn't far older than he'd once been, he could have kept on pounding teen tush until the needs of his position pulled him away. But he was still only mortal, and, truth be told, Rie's bottom was tight! Tighter, in fact, as the power of the spirits of the land infused both girls, and David as well. In tune with the voices of the great beings unseen by mortals, Rafiki felt their power welling up within the two girls and the boy, felt them sharing in the treasured pleasure of mortals, a draught that was more heady than sweet wine to the ancestral Lion Kings and other great rulers of times past. Looking down at his long, pale-skinned penis pumping Rie's rump, Rafiki grinned, and willed out a piece of his own life energy to join with that of the spirits, letting it all fill the youngsters sharing their love with him and with each other.

Electric! A stroke of lightning! That's what it felt like, the raw power coursing through David, Brie, and Rie at the same time. Their voices raised high, and the twins were forced to break their kiss as their whole bodies tensed up, jerking and shuddering and clamping down on the male organs sodomizing their tight rear holes. David's and Rafiki's hands mauled and squeezed the twins' smooth, pale bums tightly, fingers digging deep into supple, yielding flesh, while David's own body jerked and spasmed in the throes of a power beyond his own, his cum splashing inside Brie, while Rafiki filled up Rie with similar enthusiasm, allowing himself to be drained, in more ways than one, as everything turned to bright white light.

The sun was setting when David opened his eyes again. In his mind's eye were vague memories of far more acts of enthusiastic passion than his fully-conscious mind could properly contain. Had he really allowed the twins to spitroast him with double-headed dildos Rafiki had provided? Or taken turns sucking Rafiki's cock, trading it off with Brie and Rie? Had he settled into a triangle, licking Rie from behind, while Brie rimmed him, and Rie attended to Brie with her sweet mouth? Considering how sore he was, it was almost guaranteed that the memories of riding Rafiki's hips, and later of taking a turn mounting the mandrill himself at Rafiki's insistence, were a reality – that dirty old monkey was insatiable! And if that tingle of memory was true, David had been the last of the three of them to ride the monkey pole, right before his last climax inside that astonishingly tight blue bottom, which meant the girls had to be at least as sore as…yep, sure enough: they were both rubbing their bottoms. Such cute bottoms, too.

Staring at the butts of his human pridemates while rubbing his own buns, David blinked, then experimentally tested his anal ring. After everything he'd been through, and considering the extreme acts of passion he'd endured, even as young and healthy and resilient as he was, he would have to take a day or two to tighten up again properly. After Simba claimed him, poor David could be loose for a week! But his fingers immediately revealed that he was only slightly more stretched than normal, and even that seemed to be fading. Brie and Rie, similarly, were stained in cum across their smooth bodies, but they didn't look anywhere as gaped as he knew they should have been after the intense romp they'd all enjoyed with Rafiki and each other. Rafiki was no Simba, of course, but he wasn't small by any means.

All these musings were interrupted as Rafiki slipped quietly into David's field of vision, and pressed a bowl of something to his lips.

“Drink," he urged, and David didn't resist, tasting cum, but only as an aftertaste, the primary flavors being pleasant, even slightly sweet, with an herbal lacing. “Good…drink it all. Every last drop. It will fill you with health and strength, and prepare you for tonight. Tonight, when you will join with the spirits of the land, and they accept you, and renew you so long as you remain within their reach."

David blinked as the wooden bowl was withdrawn, and he watched Rafiki's brightly-colored butt as he went to Brie and Rie, and gave each of the girls a similar bowl of his potion. Obediently, they downed it, even seeming to savor the taste. Despite himself, David couldn't help but feel a little pride at this: after all, it was his own cum that formed a significant ingredient to the shaman's brew.

“Now sleep," Rafiki said softly, his broad, bare feet making no noise as he slipped from the single vast room of his tree house. “Sleep, and rest well, and regain your strength. Soon the night will ripen, the moon will rise, and the final ritual will begin."

Whatever was in Rafiki's potion, it was potent, and all three teens only had a few minutes to look at each other, before they felt their eyes growing heavy. Of course, they'd also been going through some really intense erotic acrobatics for much of the day. Honestly, Rafiki was right: they could use some time to recover. Especially with whatever was being planned for that night.

-

Drums. The sound of the drums beat loud and long in the ears and hearts of the dancers. Brie had been so nervous at first, when she'd approached the circle of stones around the great bonfire, but then she'd seen all her friends there, the lionesses of Pride Rock. There had been strangers there, too, of course, and a great many of them, almost all of them male, but Simba was there as well, and Brie knew Simba would keep her safe. If she was in any danger at all, that is, which she truly doubted. This was all in the shadow of Pride Rock, and within the territory of Pride Rock, she was safe, for nobody would be allowed to enter the region who wasn't a friend, even if she hadn't personally met the individual before.

Everything felt so warm, then, as she'd entered the little circle of her fellow members of Simba's harem. Those strong-yet-gentle hands had been all over her as the lionesses caressed her smooth, naked skin. Others brought bowls of brightly-colored natural dyes, and soon Brie was lifting her arms above her head, biting her lower lip to stifle the whimpers the feeling of all those wonderful, skilled, loving hands touching her body, stroking over her supple flesh, marking her with the many strange and arcane symbols told to them by Rafiki.

Naturally, as the adventurous one, Rie hadn't had any of her sister's reticence. Neither had David, so used to being the personal servant and plaything of the pride. When Rie had seen a knot of strange lions surrounding David, in fact, doing to him what the lionesses were doing to Brie, the flirtatious blonde girl had wanted to join him in that circle of males! Only Sarabi's gentle guidance and soft words had finally coaxed Rie back into the circle of females, and that only with the promise that the two groups would mix soon enough.

Soon enough did, indeed, come soon enough, for the moon was high and bright above them all like a silver coin, the stars so clear and bright without any of the artificial lights of humanity's cities to obscure them from view. It was the perfect time for a ceremony to call upon the spirits, and especially on the Great Spirit, the one who had made all things, and to whom the ancestors who aided the tribes paid homage. By that time, David was erect once more, for the lions had been very thorough in handling him, at least as thorough as the lionesses who'd painted Brie's pubis a bright sky blue, the color of womanhood and wisdom, and Rie's a verdant forest green, the color of growth and fertility. Their breasts were similarly painted, in circles for Brie, and spirals for Rie, though both of them were colored in red and purple. For his part, David's genitals were painted purple, with twin rows of blue dots down the top of his shaft, and red dots added along the underside in a single line as he grew aroused.

Once they'd finished painting the girls, the lionesses made their way to the long log drums and tight-stretched skin drums just beyond the circle of stones that marked the boundary of the firelight. All eyes turned as the lionesses began to beat on their drums, and there was Rafiki, standing next to Simba, both of them naked. Rafiki wasn't aroused, having rather thoroughly worn himself out earlier that day, besides being concentrated on other matters right then. Simba, however, was very aroused, and anyone with eyes could tell it immediately.

“We are here to call upon the spirits," said Rafiki, speaking his words first in Swahili, and then in English, so everyone there could understand him, stepping forward as he raised his staff, the gourd bound to one end held high above the heads of all those gathered, be they lions or the males of the other tribes that paid homage to Pride Rock. “And most importantly upon the Great Spirit. These outsiders," and here he pointed to the three humans, who found themselves gently pushed forward, until they were standing, naked and exposed, to the entire assemblage, “have come to us from afar. We call on the spirits, and on the Great Spirit, to grant them the blessings of this land. No more will they be strangers. No more will they be outsiders. Now they will be part of us all, and part of the land. Let all spirits in attendance join with we mortals. Let us accept them into our midst with an offering of love, and of essence."

Starting to chant, Rafiki began a slow, steady dance. Though he was old, he was stately in his way, and he had skill as a dancer. Actually, Brie admitted, it was nice watching the old monkey move, sort of hypnotic, especially with all the drums…

And then she felt a massive hand on her bottom, and looked up into the eyes of Maraavi, the great bull elephant who ruled the verdant lands close to the edge of Upendi. Though the bull elephant was big, he was also gentle, and surprisingly graceful, for he easily guided both Brie and Rie out into the circle of the fire, stepping between them as he began to join the slow dance around the fire. Though they didn't know the moves of the dance, the twins did their best to just move with the music, Rie almost immediately getting into the spirit of things, while Brie had to close her eyes. Simba joined in next, and then David, and then the others, all of them strong, powerful, virile males, the chiefs of their respective tribes, or of the other prides that paid homage to the Lion King, or from the ranks of the most powerful lone individuals who made their living out in the wilds of the Pridelands.

Something left Rafiki's hand, some sort of pink dust, Brie was certain, as she saw him throw it into the fire. But even before he did that, the thrum of the drums was already making the self-conscious girl lose herself, and start to revel in the feel of the tight-pressed, furry bodies all around her. She was dancing now, dancing like she didn't care who was watching, but knew she was beautiful, and accepted it. Hands touched her, caressed her, stroked along her back, her sides, her breasts, her belly, and she looked up into the faces of handsome zebra stallions, and black-furred buffalo, and lions, most young, but some with manes almost as well-developed as Simba's…with bodies to match. Looking over, Brie saw that her sister was being handled by Maraavi from the front, stroking one big hand over her taut tummy, while a beautiful cheetah and thick-muscled leopard stroked her back, taking turns squeezing and lightly smacking her bottom. A gazelle buck was happily handling Rie's breasts, and then Brie's attention was brought back to her own situation as she felt a pair of quite large, rough, scaly hands upon her own breasts, sharp black claws lightly teasing her erect nipples. A crocodile! She'd only seen one of the massive beasts before, at least one that walked on two legs, and knew they were fairly rare among the animal people. Looking down, Brie saw with a mighty blush that he was free-hanging, and quite humanlike, his penis having much the same texture as his belly scutes, with a thick, dark green head mostly encased in an uncircumcised foreskin, marking him as a member of the “outsiders" among the people of the Pridelands, only a step above the hyenas.

Speaking of hyenas, Brie caught sight of Shenzi, and of several other females, zebras and gazelle and giraffes, among others, joining the lionesses on the drums, some joining in with other instruments as well, a variety of percussion and woodwind instruments and even a few stringed ones, most of which the girl couldn't even hope to name. Male hyenas were around David, along with several painted dogs, and the poor boy might have ended up bent over and mounted right then and there by the obviously excited males, if not for the additional presence of a tall, stately bull giraffe, whose calm-eyed gaze seemed enough to keep them in line, at least until Simba stepped up behind David, giving the boy's bottom an affectionate squeeze of greeting.

Oh! But those hands were getting bold! The drums started to pick up, and Rafiki's voice, clear and strong, could be heard, chanting strange words in a language that wasn't Swahili. Actually, it wasn't anything Brie had ever heard before in her life. Brie's skin felt as though it were on fire, and every touch, every caress, every squeeze to her supple flesh made her start to moan, her legs growing shaky, until she wasn't sure she could continue her wild gyrations around the fire for much longer. No, not much longer at all. Males were pulling back at times, heading toward Rafiki, where he stood right by the fire, ladling out a potion from a massive cauldron into wooden bowls. It couldn't have been the potion he'd given the teens earlier that day: there was just too much of the stuff for that! But whatever it was in the potion, it seemed to energize the males all around them, making them more eager, more excited, and more forward in their touches.

Vaguely, Brie was aware of Rafiki moving around in the background, close to the fire, his potion all drunken, placing many stones down in three small circles, marking a trio of new boundaries within the greater boundary of the ring of fire. Her attention, however, became completely distracted as that crocodile, obviously wicked and lusty beast that he was, arched his tail up between Brie's legs as he took a step back, all the better to watch her reaction. It was the underside of his tail, mostly smooth in appearance, like the rest of the scutes along his underbelly, but rough in texture, and with many bumps where it was articulated. He slid it back towards himself, making sure to squeeze its length firmly into the cleft of her squishy little cunny, and right then and there, Brie shuddered, then screamed as a swift climax struck her without warning.

Desperate now, losing track of anything else, Brie turned and raced to her sister, embracing Rie, kissing her wildly, passionately. Maraavi's strong trunk was partially in the way, having entwined itself around Rie's breasts, squeezing and palpating them until her nipples stood out proudly, allowing the cheetahman to lick them with his raspy, kitten-rough tongue, but soon both cheetah and elephant moved to allow the sisters to press their bodies tightly against each other, each kissing the other with the same wild, instinctual need. Thighs pressed upward into the tight “V" of girlish cunnies as the twins squeezed their breasts firmly together, and soon they were both so lost in their shared pleasure, their shared need, that they hardly even noticed when David joined them, their kissed soon lavished as much on him as on each other, their hands and his caressing smooth, boyish chest as much as plump girlish breasts.

Then the mass of male bodies closed in around them like a tide, and all three youngsters started to lose track of everything except the pleasure. Brie was aware of Maraavi's powerful hands on her breasts, handling them with such sweet gentleness – and he was such a sweet guy, something she'd have to mention to Simba, so the Lion King would know to reward him properly, perhaps even allowing him the singular honor of squeezing a calf into a human girl – while a huge black buffalo mauled her taut buns, and a greedy hyena slurped on her sweet juices. Rie, for her part, was turned this way and that, painted dogs taking turns sucking on her rigid nipples, while the leopard worked those skillful fingers of his between her legs from behind, until it was all she could do to cling to the waist of the tall bull giraffe, peppering his groin with kisses, thinking similar thoughts about the lean and beautiful gentleman that Brie was thinking about the big bull elephant. As for David, Simba himself worked his thick, strong fingers into the boy's bottom, making him tremble as the crocodile ran his long, broad tongue over the boy's stomach and groin, and a gazelle and a zebra took turns sucking on his nipples and licking his chest, the contrast of their rough and smooth tongues, respectively, acting to further drive the poor boy wild, even as the cheetah made him drunk with sweetly loving kisses. A lithe jackal lightly slipped through the crowd around David, then, and grabbed the boy's penis, grinning toothily as he began eagerly pumping that beautiful brown penis, hard and fast, his bright red-brown eyes flicking up to the human's face, and then back down to his throbbing cock. The jackal was looking almost straight down the barrel of that lovely young cock when David shuddered all over, unable to hold back anymore, and came. Quick as he was, the jackal managed to open his muzzle just in time to catch the majority of that sweet boycream on his tongue, while the males around David chuckled, nodding in approval as they watched him being drained. As charged with arousal as he was, of course, this didn't mean the end for David. If anything, it was only the beginning.

As one, the males all around them cried out, the drums reaching a crescendo, before they reached in, surrounding each of the human teens in a single tight knot. At first the trio seemed to fall under the weight of the close-pressed, muscular male bodies. Then arms were raised high, and David, Brie, and Rie were revealed, borne aloft on strong hands, each of the flushed youngsters so obviously, desperately aroused, they had to be almost in pain, even as they lay back on the sea of hands, spread-eagled and helpless and at the mercy of the males below them. Spread-eagled was how they were laid down as well, right into the middle of the three small stone circles Rafiki had made for them, and soon many strong hands gripped their wrists and ankles, holding them down, keeping them presented sunny-side up, erect nipples and proudly erect penis thrust invitingly toward the moon above.

Those hands holding the three teens down changed frequently, and it was immediately apparent why: all around them, the males clustered close, stroking their rigid erections, hard and fast. Great drops of precum splashed down onto David's smooth brown skin, leaving him glistening and wet in moments, while Brie was so sensitive right then, and Rie so in-tune with her sister's mood, they jerked and squealed with every little drop that touched them.

Little wonder, then, that when Maraavi bellowed, long and loud, trumpeting the announcement of his climax, that all three teens cried out as well, instantly orgasming themselves. And no surprise there: Maraavi's colossal orgasm had splashed right across all three of them, painting their bellies white!

The painted dogs were next, yipping and yelping as their knots formed, and they started to squirt, striping cum along each teen's sides. Several of the younger, less-experienced lions also roared in climax, and Rie squealed even more loudly as one of these healthy males with especially good aim nailed her right in the folds of her quim. For his part, David opened his mouth, happily accepting the cum of the giraffe, while the broad-shouldered buffalo and the chiefmost of the gazelles did the same for Rie and Brie, filling their mouths to the brim, while the humans gulped down what they were given eagerly, willingly.

While the males who'd climaxed stepped back, the others moved forward, gripping the teens, rolling them over onto all-fours. Looking around with pleasure-heavy eyes, Rie smiled over her shoulder Simba, and wiggled her perky bottom back at him teasingly.

“You need to be evenly coated," Simba chuckled, giving Rie's butt a light smack to remind her that he was the king, after all, before starting to pump his thick, meaty shaft with vigor. The hyenas began painting the teens' backs with their ropy cum, looks of pure, almost innocent bliss on their spotty-furred faces, making such a sharp contrast to the natures of beasts that happily gang-banged travelers in the night at the command of their queen, Shenzi. Brie, Rie, and David closed their eyes as more of the lions began to cum on their faces and shoulders, though they made sure to keep their mouths open, especially Rie, who squealed loudly as, once again, a powerful jet of cum splashed against her pussy and anus, this time from Simba's pulsing prick. David got a similar, equally-copious blast from the crocodile, while the leopard squirted with marksmanlike accuracy right into the tight ring of Brie's pink rosebud, only to be joined a moment later by the zebra stallion, who gushed over Brie's bottom like a firehose!

Gasping, panting for breath, only barely conscious after so many orgasms – for they had cum with almost every climax that had touched their lithe young bodies, feeling the raw power that infused the entire area, welcoming it into their bodies, into their very souls, letting them connect with every living being there in the moment of each orgasm – the three teens finally dared to open their eyes as a gentle silence started to spread over the circle. The drums were still beating, but softer now, and a glance toward the musicians made it clear that most of them were occupied with each other. Nala and Sarafina had even selected an adorable painted dog-girl as a plaything, and none of the trio of humans had any doubt that she'd soon be presented to Simba for his amusement, along with whoever else those naughty lionesses could keep from slipping away with their males as the ceremony came to a close. Already a trio of lionesses were tying up a cute zebra filly on her knees, giving the predatory girls an adorable “poor me" expression, while her stallion simply passed her by, giving the lionesses a knowing smirk, not fearing at all for the safety of his daughter: she was in the very best of hands.

Whatever else those naughty lionesses, or Shenzi and her hyenas, were up to, the youngsters weren't able to see, for Rafiki began approaching them then, and their eyes immediately turned to look at the paint-faced shaman. His smile was wise and gentle as he lifted one of the gourds tied to the end of his staff, and carefully uncorked its top.

“Drink deep of the power and essence of our land," he said in a voice that was calm and clear, lifting the pointed tip of the hollowed-out drinking gourd to David's lips first. “Let the spirits of the land enter you, and fill you," he continued, giving Rie the next drink. “Accept your place in the Circle of Life," he finished, giving Brie the last long swallow in the bottle, before corking it and tying it back on the end of his staff. “And now…now you are one with us all, and one with the land. The spirits, and the Great Spirit, smile down upon you, and upon us all."

He smiled, and Brie, Rie, and David all somehow knew in their hearts that what he'd said, was true. Every last word. They felt something inside them, like a great divine wind, invigorating them, healing them, soothing their hurts, and making them feel...healthy…alive, in a way that they'd never really experienced before.

“You have become part of the great Circle of Life," said Rafiki, stepping back and holding up his hands over the three naked teens, still glistening with the spent essence of every male in that great circle around the fire. “Symbols mirror reality, young ones. As you have accepted your place in this circle, so the Circle accepts you. So long as you live on their land, and honor their ways, the spirits of the Pridelands will support you, and keep you, and preserve your youth and health, until the day that death comes upon you, naturally, softly, and with sweet peace." Lowering his hands, the old mandrill smiled at Simba as the Lion King approached, nodding to him, then nodding to the humans. “Now go, and be happy."

So saying, Rafiki turned, and walked slowly into the night, leaning heavily on his staff. The blessing the humans had received was immense, and they could all sense it instinctively, even if they didn't quite grasp its full meaning, not yet. What it meant to be bound to the land, and in turn to have the land bound to them, would unveil itself to them in time, however, as they grew to greater understand and to love the place that would preserve them for all their natural lives.

“I don't suppose he told you that he'd have to renew that potion every so often, did he?" asked Simba when the shaman had gone. The three human teens shook their cum-covered heads, and the Lion King grinned. “I thought not." He chuckled. “Horny old monkey…but he's still the best of us, and always will be."

Finishing his words, Simba bent, and so-gently lifted the twins into his strong arms, their bodies pressed close together as a sense of soothing warmth settled over them. Sarabi, meanwhile, gently lifted David, cuddling him against her plush breasts with a motherly smile down at the exhausted youngster. Strangely, the cum that had been all over their skins and hair only a short while before…was gone. Every last drop.

“Come on," said Simba, while he and his mother set about carrying their much-loved mates toward the den of Pride Rock. “Let's get you three to bed. You've had a very busy day."