Simba was playing in the savannah with his friend Nala, both of them attacking each other and trying to gain the upper-hand, with Simba failing every time to his female friend. However, this time would be different, he thought. Getting to a higher ground then her and stalking her every move


I’m going to get you this time Nala!  he thought to himself, moving his body down, lifting his rear into the air right before his attack. He bolted up and charged at the young cub, only to be easily side-stepped and thrown off-balance. Simba flew straight into a rock, his body bouncing and stars appearing above his head. He shook off the dazed feeling and realized what had just happened. Nala was staring at him, laughing at his incompetence, while a feeling of shame and anger washed over Simba. Before he could do anything though, he heard a powerful voice in the distance, the voice of his father, Mufasa. 


“Simba! Come back at once, your lessons are about to begin.” The strong voice of his dad bellowed out. Simba forgot the anger he had and started to make his way back up Pride Rock. There he met his father laid out on his back, accompanied by other animals of all species, all of them standing up around Mufasa. “Welcome Simba.” he said, stretching and getting back up on all fours. “Your lesson today is a very pleasurable one, one where if it isn’t completed, the balance of power throughout our land may be lost. I have gained respect in many ways, being fair, being powerful, but most importantly, being accommodating to my subjects.”


Before Simba could form a question, he saw his father get into a pouncing stance, lowering his upper body and moving his rear up, shaking his behind. This time though, Mufasa’s presentation felt more intimate, more inviting. The young cub saw a zebra take the invitation, slowly going up and on top of his father. Soon, he saw the animal’s member start to grow large and lay utop of Mufasa’s rear, the cock throbbing as it touched the king’s orange fur. “Sex, you will learn can be a valuable tool for diplomacy.” Mufasa said, before turning his attention to the Zebra, moving his body forward and inviting the equid in.


Simba couldn’t look away as the large mammal’s member touched his father's rear, the tip of the cock pushing right up against the hole, soon the head of it slipping inside of his father, accompanied by the moans of each man. The large lion’s hole wrapped around the intruding member, inch by inch going further in and giving the both of them so much pleasure. Mufasa’s cock was fully out of its sheath, bouncing back and forth each time the Zebra pushed his length into the lion. 


        “Come over.” Urged Mufasa, his cheeks flushed and his tongue on the verge of rolling out of his mouth.  As the young boy neared his father's face, the scents and the warmth that surrounded the two mating animals was more prevalent than ever. “Turn around Simba,” Mufasa said, grabbing his kids rear, “let me prepare you.”


        Not wanting to disobey orders, Simba did as he was told and showed his backside to his father. He looked back and felt the grip on his rear tighten and soon he was pulled back. Mufasa’s cold, wet nose pressed up against the child’s virgin hole, and the warmth from the king’s breath moved over the cub’s private bits. The new feeling shook Simba, it was intrusive, but not as bad as he thought it would be. Soon, he felt his father’s nose move away and be replaced with a warm and wet surface, matting the fur around his hole and making it slick.


        It didn’t take much thought for the cub to realize he was being licked. “Eww, dad!” he complained, the newness of this feeling not being as pleasurable as before.


        Mufasa only replied by pushing his tongue against his son’s virgin hole, pushing a small amount of it’s length inside.


        The feeling overwhelmed the young cub, his eyes shot open and his cheeks began to get as pink as his fathers. The thrill of the hunt, being in command, nothing compared to what he was feeling now. His backside felt very weird, but it was the best he ever felt. The Simba’s small sack and sheath started to twitch a small red member started to move out from his sheath, as the pleasure built and built.


        Mufasa stuck his tongue deeper and deeper in his son’s hole as time went on. Each thrust the zebra gave out, sending inches of the cock deep inside the king, make it so Mufasa stuck his taste buds deeper inside. “Dad!” Simba said, panting and looking back, “I’m starting to feel tingly inside, like somethings going to come out.”


        Mufasa and the Zebra felt just as close as the cub, the striped mammal thrusting all of his length inside of the lion over and over again, his large sack slapping against his partner’s. The Zebra started to tense up, and a warm flood of air washed over the three of them as he pushed in one last time, letting out a deep sigh through his nose.


        Mufasa felt it hit him instantly, releasing his tongue from Simba’s hole.  The large horsecock flaring up deep inside of his body, the large balls of the creature tensing and releasing, and the flood of cum pushing inside of him. Each second another load was pumped into Mufasa until his underbelly showed a small bulge, the prized king full of the Zebra’s seed. He reached for his stomach as they were both there, locked together, and felt the outline of the member on his underbelly, and the pool of cum that laid just after.


        Taking a few moments, still with the Zebra inside of him he turned his attention back to his son. “See Simba,” Mufasa said in between breaths of fresh air, “This is how you please your subjects, and how you get fun out of it yourself.” Just as he finished speaking, the zebra pulled out, sending Mufasa to the ground and letting the cum slowly leak from his behind. “You have quite a lot to learn, but you’re a quick learner Simba.” He looked back and nodded over towards the other animals.


“And, the best way to learn son, is through experience. Have at him!’