Fuli trotted up to the large baobab tree. She had been hesitant to come, but Kion had convinced her that it was worth it. Just thinking of her handsome lion leader sent fluttering rumbles through her slender body, as if she was falling. She'd felt like this for a few days now, longing to spend as much time with him as possible.
It wasn't like her.
Sure, she liked hanging out with him and the rest of the guard on occasion. They'd occasionally stay at the lair after a long day patrolling the Pridelands. But this? This was different.
She didn't like it.
And so, she found herself here, at the base of the Royal Mjuzi's home. If anyone could help her, he could. After all, he catered to all the pride's medical needs after all. Though he'd probably never had to help a cheetah before. A part of her wondered if he could help her, if the strange sensations pulsing through her body were something he could explain, or even fix.
Her thoughts were quickly interrupted by a sudden uproar of laughter. Before she could react, a bipedal figure swung down to greet her. Old but still more than able to lively leap into action, Rafiki landed with a gentle thud. His old Bakora staff, decorated with dried baobab fruits, lightly marked the ground where he landed, providing parchment for the aging mandril.
"Oh ho ho!! Well if it isn't the dashing Fuli!" The Mjuzi grasped both hands around his staff, eyeing up the cheetah curiously. His nose wrinkled as he spoke, causing a grin to sprout across his mouth. Ah hah, yes! Rafiki see's why you come to him, yes? Yes?" His eyes scanned her body, admiring every slick inch of her velvety fur. Fuli felt her cheeks warm. The slightest whiff of blooming flowers tickled the back of her throat, most likely from the concoction of fruit-based dyes coating the mandrill's body.
Yeah, that must be it... surely!
"Yeah... erm, exactly." The cheetah stuttered, a strange phenomenon to her. A shallow flicker fluttered in her pelvis, enticing thoughts of... Kion? She barely heard what Rafiki was on about but was shocked when he placed his hand on her shoulder.
"Is Rafiki close, hmmm?" His eyes locked on hers. Eons of wisdom stained his near indistinguishable iris'. Fuli's blank, surprised stare back said it all. All he could do was laugh, patting the young, nervous cheetah. "Ho ho, there's nothing to worry about Fuli, let Rafiki explain. "He sat down before her, laying his staff before him, hands spread across his pelvis. Fuli sat before him, hesitantly swaying her tail side to side through the thin grass. Rafiki smiled at her, inhaling faintly.
"You're in heat Fuli!" The wise mandril proclaimed. "The twist of confusion and uncertainty on her face ushered another bellowed of laughter from the mandrill. With a  lick of his lips, he continued. "Why, surely you noticed the warm feeling down there, the sweet scent, hmm?" Fuli's eyes widened. She had heard the lionesses gossiping while out hunting. The pieces fitted. Whatever this 'heat' thing was, it sure felt like he might have been right.
"Erm... yeah.,.. Kinda..." Fuli felt her heart fluttering in her chest. The more she thought of her heat, the more she shuddered. What the lionesses were talking about... "I heard some of the lionesses talk about heat, that's when a female... oh no..."
Yes, yes! Ah ha!" The mandril slapped his leg, giving Fuli the slight glimpse between them. A thick hunk of flesh peeked from its furry sheath, sparking a dash of intrigue within the cheetah's chest. The mandrill noticed, much to her embarrassment. With a growing smile, he raised his hands, revealing his slowly growing cock.
"Don't you worry, little cheetah. Rafiki will help you the best way he can, yes?" He moved to his feet in one slick movement, stroking Fuli's fur with his hand. Surprisingly, she kinda liked it! The typical knee-jerk reaction of snarling at anyone who touched her faded instantly, replaced with a near silent chirp of pleasure. She glanced up at him, her body frozen into place. The flame within crackled again, causing her pelvis to tighten as the primate rubbed his hands through her slender fur, resting them against her thighs.
"Ra... Rafiki..." her eyes widened. A shudder spread through her, splashing as waves through her fur. They were... relaxing?! Before she knew it, she barely cared what the old mandrill was doing to her, succumbing to the pleasant sensations flooding her.
"Shhh, Shwari Fuli... Shwari..." The mandrill replied, softly whispering in her ear. "This is an ancient technique I leant for dealing with the royal females, hmm." A deep exhale escaped his lips. "Queen Nala loves this when she's in heat."


Queen Nala? Did she let him do this to her? Fuli tried to comprehend this, but Rafiki's skilled hands continued to pleasure her. With delicate finger work, he parted her pussy lips, massaging the muscles around her slit. The young cheetah purred in retaliation, completely taken away by the new, euphoric feelings throbbing from her body. How could this feel so good!
That's it, young one... Let it all flow..." the old primate's voice hummed with pent up desire. Not that Fuli seemed to care. Slowly but surely her body became flooded in dopamine. The feeling of his expertly tender hands paralysed her in lust. She may not fully understand these sensations, but she sure fell victim to its embrace. "Let your mind drift deep into the pleasure, yes." She closed her eyes, mind adrift in thought. From the depths of darkness, a mnemonic imprint came into vision. She remembered him. The way his tail swayed as he walked, casually showcasing his plump, blossoming balls and furry sheath.
"K...Kion...?" The cheetah purred, imagining the male lion slowly approaching her. He rubbed beside her, humming back at the same frequency as her. Her legs quivered at his touch, commanded by the wash of euphoria emanating from her pelvic area.
The seed of submission had taken root.
Hearing her chirps and purrs. Rafiki eased his fingers. Her virgin slit remained tight, lightly pinked in the savannah sun. A grin spread across his frail lips. A concoction of sinful schemes rummaged his ancient brain. The first pleasure of a female with no mate was for the king to please. But what could Simba do that he couldn't do better? He glanced up through the canopy of the tree, the light flickering across his marked face.
He'd make sure she was ready for him... and Kion.
...
Before she knew it, Fuli found herself in the Guard's lair. Only Kion and herself were there. The Prideland's prince lay before her, showing off his ever-increasing girth. All she could do was stare at it, mouth agape as a fire burnt between her legs. She obliged, prodding his pride with her nose.
Unbeknownst to the young cheetah, this was all a dream. Rafiki lay on the ground of his baobab home, stroking the cheetah's head as she slowly began to lick his length. The mandrill Lay back, enjoying the feeling of the cheetah's rough tongue caressing his girth.. While not the first feline to have done so, Fuli was surprisingly adept. He wondered whether her dream of Kion had any effect on her ability to please, but quickly snapped back into focus as she let go, glancing up at him with a lustful gaze.
All she saw was Kion, staring back at her. With a confident grin, he arose, slowly making his way around her strewn body. She arose, raising her fluffed up tail for her handsome leader. Every cell in her body crazed him, his attention... His touch. With a shallow grunt, she let him mount her, his hard, lubricated cock rubbing against her virgin lips.
Rafiki stood behind her, admiring her slender form once more. The                                                                                                                                               fragrance he'd applied had worked like a charm! All she could think of was Kion. She didn't even think, or cared, that actually the old mandrill was mounting her, rubbing his slender, long cock against her pussy. She chirped gleefully, raising her head to the sky. Caressing her hips, the mandril gently pushed forward, forcing his cock into her mound.
"Ahhh!! Kion!" Fuli sang to the heavens. Rafiki smirked, knowing his plan was fully working. He thrust back, revelling in the tightness once more as he pushed back in, then out. Then in. He went slow at first, allowing her virgin body to get used to his girth. Simba would have been a lucky guy to break this girl in. even Kion, who's mere memoric impulse had driven the cheetah to unimaginable heights would have been. But no, for once, Rafiki was the one that made it. The cheetah's soft, smooth fur rubbed through his hands, attempting to gain leverage over her body. He longed to breed her, to fill her with his seed. Fuli was more than willing to comply after all, even if she thought it would be her leader's spunk dispersing her flame of passion.
"Ah! Oh yes Kion!" The cheetah purred, feeling the girth expand her body to new levels of pleasure. "Please... Claim me my prince! Make me you cheetah!" Her mind had completely given up on all sense, fully riding out the euphoric high that dwelt within. "Keep going! Just like that! Oh spots that feels so goooood!"
Rafiki grunted back in approval. He may be old, but his prowess was still respectable. Tirelessly he pounded away at the tight cheetah cunt., his length dripping with her pre-orgasmic juices. He couldn't help but whisper under his breath. "Mmmm, such a good cheetah slut for Rafiki, hmm."
"Oh yes Kion!" Fuli replied. "Make me your dirty little slut! I need it so badly!" Rafiki's eyes opened wide. Did she hear what he said? This revelation only heightened his commitment. If he was gonna heal her to help her heat, he was gonna have to play along. He grabbed her hips tightly, slamming into her harder with every thrust.
"Yes, my cheetah cunt, you are Rafiki's now, hmmm. Now cum around Rafiki's cock! Relieve your needs upon him, yes?" He felt Fuli clench around him tighter with every word. Her inexperience and energetic drive to pleasure who she thought was her handsome leader had proven too much for her. With a series of chirps and grunts, she pushed back against him, tightening her slit to near deathly pressures.
"Ah great kings! Please Kion!- Oh Mufasa! What's happen-" Before she could speak another word, her body convulsed intensely, sending forth a noise only describable as a roar from her muzzle. She clung to Rafiki's cock, milking it for all it's worth. Rafiki knew it was time, and so did his balls.
"Oh fuck... Fuli!!!!" Was all he could reply with. His balls began to shudder uncontrollably, unleashing jet after jet of his scented seed deep into her pussy. He held onto her tight, grasping a hand around her scruff, simulating Kion grabbing her with his teeth as he came. Fuli continued to coo sweetly, the image of Kion's rough, dominant breeding fading as she lost energy from such an intense orgasm. In time, she found herself laying on the floor, panting wildly as the real world started to creep back in.
Rafiki pulled out, admiring his handy work as his seed spilled from the cheetah's slit. He's tendered to her well, claiming her virginity for himself. Ever the caring Mjuzi, he flopped beside her, wrapping his hands around the cheetah's tender body.
A few hours passed. Fuli awoke amid Rafiki's tree home. She arose quickly, curiosity fuelling her mind. How did she get here? She remembered her dream, her tender lovemaking with Kion. A controlled, warm glow rippled between her tail. The flame within was appetised. She smiled.
As her body relaxed, Rafiki entered. The mandrill rested his weight upon his staff, happily humming to himself. He noticed Fuli's sprawled out body, the slight hint of her scent embering on his nostrils.
"Ho ho! Rafiki is pleased to see you awake young, young one." He steadily approached, placing down a baobab bowl of fruit paste down beside him. "How are you feeling, hmm?" Fuli glanced around the room a little, before meeting the mandrill's kind, warm eyes.
"Well, I feel better." Her tail swayed into the air,. Crashing down beside her slender form with a  soft puff. She took a  quick look down her body, enjoying the calm, content sensation that washed over her. "I don't know what you did, but it worked! I don't feel... Weird anymore!"
"Ah ha!" The old mandrill flopped down in front of her, pulling a baobab fruit from the ceiling as he sat down.  "See! See! Rafiki knows the way, yes! Ah ha!" the mandril imploded with victorious gratitude. Fuli couldn't help but giggle at his antics, watching compassionately as he cracked the fruit open, slurping the juicy contents within. The sound of his slurps sparked something within her. Kion's groans, deep in her dreams, sounded not far off. She quickly shook these thoughts away. After all, surely that had nothing to do with it, right? Sensing a chance to rise up, she stretched her slender body, giving her paws a good trot on the spot between stretches.
"Anyway, Thanks Rafiki. I feel so much better now, thanks to you!" Her sage green eyes sparkled in the midday sun filtering through the baobab canopy. "I've gotta go see Kion. She tried to take a step but halted. Something nibbled her mind, deep down. Glancing back down at the mandrill, she spoke once more. "If I ever feel like that again, could you help again? It's just that-"



"Oh ho ho!" Rafiki chuckled, arising in one flawless motion. Fuli took a step back, raising her right paw into a curl. He reached his hand out, resting it on her marked shoulder. "Of course, young cheetah! Rafiki's services are always available to you." A knowing smirk spread across his muzzle, hidden with friendly intent. Removing his hand from her body, he placed it to his mouth, inhaling faintly before caressing it against his face. "But just so you know, your condition will attract attention you may not like, hmm?" Fuli glanced down at the floor, her head jolted to the side, questionably.  
"Erm... Yeah, thanks Rafiki!" The nervous cheetah smiled at her healer, casually strolling off down the thick trunk of the baobab tree. Rafiki tossed the baobab fruit's remains to the side, picking up the bowl he had prepared before turning to a painting on the winding trunk.
"He he he! Rafiki knows the way." He dipped his thumb into the paste. With great skill, he painted the figure of the cheetah marked with the mark of a lion. He took a step back, admiring his handy work. With a chuckle, he galloped to the other side of the room, picking up a different bowl, filled with a white paste. Marching back, the mandrill wiped it across the cheetah drawing's forehead, gleefully singing as he did so.
 "Ah ha! Perfect!" Once again he admired his work. The trunk was littered with different paintings, mostly of lions and lionesses. All of them bore the white marking across their foreheads. A tally of those he had 'helped' over the years.
As he admired his years of handy work. A faint call ruffled through the leaves.
"Rafiki! Are you home?" The succulent, sweet sound of Kiara's voice filled the air. His heart skipped a beat. Grasping his staff, a familiar, appealing scent flooded his nostrils. A mix of sweet and musk enticed his attention downward. With a bulge growing below, he glanced back at the paintings in front of him.
It was time to add another...