The entire pride was abuzz with the upcoming visit of another lion, being the leader of a pride outside of the Pride Lands. He was to meet with their king. It was their hope that their talk would gain them more territory or numbers from the two groups merging. 

As most of the lionesses were busy, Simba and Nala were left to their own devices, not even having the eyes of Zazu from above. The two of them took full advantage, running out into the savanna. 

The moment they got there, the two of them began to play. Taking turns back and forth, one of them would hide in the surrounding grass, trying to stalk the other. Simba was on the defensive, trying to sniff her out. Nala showed the natural talent she had in sneaking and hunting. She had to stifle a snicker; Simba was facing the wrong way, his back turned to the young lioness. With a burst of speed, she lunged from the grass and tackled the young prince from behind. 

A yelp of surprise came from Simba but he was quick to adjust. Now the second part of their game had begun. It was one thing to catch their prey, but now it was time to subdue them. The two of them wrestled, just as they had many times before. The male and female counterparts rolled in the flat earth, being surrounded by a ring of tall grass. 

Simba was trying his best but that wasn’t the case for Nala, not putting nearly as much effort into play fighting against him. Compared to her, the future king’s movements were too slow and weak. It didn’t take much for her to stand on top. 

“I win,” Nala said, holding her head high. Simba was clearly disappointed but tried to save face by pushing the lioness off of him. But was able to hold him down. 

Though there was pride in outdoing the prince, Nala was hoping for some improvement from Simba. He was the future king after all and they were getting older. She heard from the other lionesses, being told about mating and how she would one day be bred by the leading king. That would be the case whether she was his mate or not. But there was something that the golden cub lacked. When they were very young, she didn’t mind as much. But now she was changing. Her body had and there came desires from that...

“N-Nala..?” 

She blinked and looked down. A deep blush spread across her muzzle. It was only now that Nala realized that she was grinding against Simba’s sheath. Of course, it roused the male underneath her. Simba seemed just as embarrassed, looking down at his sheath, a bit of pink poking out from it.

“Were you going to...continue?” Simba asked hopefully. 

Nala huffed. Prince or not, she wasn’t going to give herself up that easily. Ignoring the thrum of her first heat, the lioness growled and smirked. “Only if you can beat me!” 

The grass near them rustled and stepping through was a lion. No, two lions. They looked the same. Two male lion cubs, having sandy fur and vanilla mane tufts. They looked at the pair with light blue eyes. The pair of unknown felines certainly caught the attention of Nala. They were both bigger than Simba despite looking the same age, showing signs of strength underneath their pelts. 

“Sounds like a fair reward to me,” one of them spoke. 

“W-who are you?” Simba was able to get up thanks to Nala being distracted. He was clearly trying to hold his ground against the strangers. 

“Our dad came here to see King Mufasa,” the other twin spoke this time, their voices identical as well. “He’s the leader of the Sand Pride. And we’re his sons.” They proceeded to introduce themselves as Zane and Zoyo, having been brought along to see the Pride Lands while their father talked with Mufasa. 

The other cubs were aware of the visitor but weren’t expecting any additions, let alone other felines their age. “Looks like you two were fighting,” Zane said. 

“And the lioness beat him,” Zoyo snickered, sharing a quiet laugh with his brother. 

“I could win if I-”

“You wanna try?” Nala growled playfully, cutting the young prince off. “Let’s see if you can beat me.” Though she didn’t say it, the sway of her rump drew attention to the possible reward mentioned just as they arrived. Just seeing these two made her excited. Surely they would be able to put up a good fight. 

Simba was further annoyed as the brothers chose who would go first. Zane got into a fighting stance while Zoyo stood aside. The young lion and lioness began to have a mock fight. Nala used her usual method of lunging at her foe, aiming for the haunches to throw them off balance. Zane didn’t move. She crashed into him but he stood firm. Nala groaned and bounced off of the male. Zane was quick to act, swatting his paws at the lioness’ front paws. She tripped but caught herself. The visiting lion was impressed and was now on the offense. 

From opposite sides, Simba and Zoyo watched the two of them fighting. The golden cub was hoping for the twin to make some sort of mistake or for Nala to use a trick that never failed to trip him up. He noticed how strong Zane looked compared to him. His actions were swift and controlled, muscles rippling with each action. Even though it wasn’t a real fight, the young prince could see just how much power was behind the swipes and kicks given. 

Nala was shown this first hand. She ducked from another swipe and reached out with her own paw, having struck a leg. Zane gasped and stumbled. Trying the lunge again, the lioness got the bigger feline to fall. 

Simba leaned forward, smiling wide with hopeful joy. 

Nala came in to climb on top and pin, but when close enough the sand furred lion reached forward and grabbed her with all four paws. She yowled in surprise, being snatched up. Zane pulled her close and rolled, ending up on top with a slightly dazed Nala pinned underneath him. 

Simba’s smile fell upon the realization that his friend failed. Looking closer, she noticed that Nala wasn’t even struggling under Zane’s pin. The lioness was rather excited, in more ways than one. In her position, his belly was pressed to hers. She could feel his weight and strength and found joy in being underneath the strong and skilled lion. Zane proved to be an experienced fighter and being with a male of that caliber just felt right. 

“Beat ya!” Zane proclaimed triumphantly. 

Nala was just as happy. Only the other lionesses her age could put up a good fight. She was truly impressed by the visitor’s prowess. When compared to Simba, it was plain to see that both twins were a lot more accomplished. The Pride Lands’ prince was pampered from the day of his birth until now. Despite his age, Simba was a subpar fighter and a woefully inept hunter. When younger, she didn’t actually mind the idea of being with Simba. But now the lioness had come to realize that what she wanted, the future king could not provide. 

“Yeah. You beat me,” her elation wasn’t the least bit hidden. “And that means you win the prize...”

Zane grinned upon hearing that. It was the same scent, the smell of heat, that lured him and his brother close. Even while he fought, the alluring odor dared to distract him. But he forced himself to focus, purely for the sake of it. When first laying eyes on Simba and Nala close together, he was disappointed. The golden cub didn’t even seem to notice the signs of a female in need of breeding. 

“Hey, Nala!” Simba called out. “Tell him to get up!” 

Again, the prince was ignored. Nala moved a bit, spreading her hindlegs while still underneath the male that bested her, earning the potential prize. Her heat was flaring up, just from their bodies behind so close. The foreign lion scent further excited Nala. Zane nuzzled against her neck, taking in her scent as well. Simba kept looking on in shock, watching the felines trading scents. Zane spread his hindlegs further, an erection being seen sliding from the sandy-colored sheath. 

“This is my first heat. And I waited so long...” Nala said, her voice suddenly becoming twinged with desperation. 

“Don’t worry,” Zane assured, taking on a low and sultry tone of his own. “I’ll take care of you.” He moved his lower half, and Nala could feel the fully erect length touching her belly. 

“Nala, what are you doing?” Simba called out to his friend. Again, he was given no response. 

The lioness purred from the added teasing. A rough tongue was lapping over her neck. She trembled and spread her own hindlegs further. Zane’s licks were slow and controlled, making it easy for Nala to lose herself to the teasing. With her legs spread, Zane was given more access to her untouched entrance, sliding his length from the smooth furred belly. A thrill raced through her, feeling the warm tip prodding around down there. 

Simba whimpered in frustration. “Come on, Nala! You... You can’t do this!” 

Zane licked Nala’s neck again, getting yet another soft purr out of her. Finally, she acknowledged his presence. “Are you gonna fight him? Fight for me?” her words quickly turned stern and challenging. Having lost patience with the whining cub, Nala made her own frustrations clear. 

Simba said nothing, as if the idea of him having to prove himself was absurd. Eyes were on him and perhaps that finally drove him to ask, at least to protect his pride. Clearly trying to act bold, he approached the Sand Pride born lion. 

Zane stood firm, turning his head and growling at the approaching male. It was a deep and threatening growl, making it clear that the other male cub was not about to back down. Simba stopped in his tracks, eyes widening. He couldn’t pretend that he wasn’t threatened by the bigger and more experienced lion. He let out a growl of his own, sounding more feeble than anything else. “You have to make him stop. I’m the prince, I order you!” 

To this, Zane just smirked, making eye contact with Simba. “Well, my dad’s the leader of the Sand Pride. So that makes me and my bro princes too.” 

“Yeah, well...” Simba was going to point out that this clearly wasn’t the Sand Pride’s land but he was quickly distracted by Zane putting more weight down on Nala, playfully nibbling her neck.  The lioness embraced the bigger feline, wrapping her paws around his bulky frame. 

A new sound came from Nala, getting the golden cub’s attention. His eyes trailed down to see Zane’s cock. Or rather, he couldn’t see it. It was already inside of his friend, all of it. The sound that Nala made was a long winded moan, trembling harder than before from her first ever penetration. Zane was wearing a smile and expression of pleasure, enjoying the warmth and softness that enveloped his cock. 

They were actually doing it! Right before Simba’s eyes. Standing just behind the two of them, he could see the pink maleness being pulled out and pushed inside again. The visiting lion was humping his future mate! 

When pushing it back inside, both Zane and Nala shared sounds of pleasure. The lioness’ sounds were much louder, being filled more than expected. Zane’s cock felt a bit heavy on her belly but now that it was inside of her; there was no denying it. “Its so big!” she cried out, arching her back. “I can feel it inside. It's already stretching me - Mmaahh!”

Another roll of Zane’s hips, her praises were cut short. Having gotten a good feel for Nala, the lion cub began to actually hump at a steady pace. His ear flicked, picking up a pathetic whine from Simba, still watching it all happen. He flashed the other male a smug grin, putting more force into his ruts, enough to make Nala moan out even louder. His grunts increased in volume as well, his balls bouncing against her mound. 

He was shoved a bit, looking over to see the other twin, Zoyo. He was grinning as well, clearly enjoying the sight of his brother pounding Nala. Now, the Pride Lands’ prince didn’t say anything more. He finally realized that they were ignoring him. That Nala wanted this. Their eyes met for a moment but she didn’t even acknowledge him, instead locking eyes with Zane. 

Zoyo couldn’t help but snicker at the heart broken look on Simba’s face. “It’s not like she’s your actual mate,” he pointed out. The golden cub huffed. Though that was true, it wasn’t what the future king wanted to hear, especially not from a lion that looked exactly like the one rutting the lioness he always had his eyes on. 

Suddenly the Sand Pride lion was laughing. Laughing at him. “Wait. Did you honestly think she would be yours, just like that? You really are a spoiled brat. We’re real lions. Even when we were young, Zane and I had to earn our places. Being the leader’s son didn’t give us any special treatment. You don’t know how to fight or hunt for yourself... It's no wonder she’s all over my bro. He’s more lion that you’re ever gonna be.” 

Simba whimpered. Though he tried to tune the mocking feline out, Zoyo’s words had gotten to him. He wanted to argue, to point out his own achievements but most things had been simply handed to him. Even that time he and Nala snuck into the Elephant Graveyard, they were saved by his dad. The hyenas laughed at him...

How long had Simba been lost in thought? He was suddenly brought back to the present by Nala’s voice. Zane was going much faster now and his cock was wet with not only her juices but his own precum. Zoyo had been at his side the entire time. The rutting pair had been at it for a little while now, but Simba didn’t say anything or even protest, just staring off into space...

“Ah aah!” the lioness moaned out, her voice full of ecstasy.

Zane had gone from grunts to deep growls. “Almost there...” he snarled, baring his fangs. He slammed himself into the velvety passage, basking in the heat and tightness that surrounded him. “Here it comes!” 

Simba was very aware now. Hoping that he was just hearing things, the young prince was again watching them. The lioness continued to moan and whimper, being overwhelmed by the sensations of her first building climax. Zane’s shaft was reaching deep inside of her, grinding along the soft walls on its way in and out, even the Sand Pride lion’s humping had a certain grace to it. She recognized the signs, being informed by her mother. It was pulsing deep inside of her, and then came the slight scratches from the barbs, starting to flare. It wouldn’t be much longer now...

She too was close but her focus was on something else. An unconscious desire within her that needed to be fulfilled. “Breed me, Zane! I need to fill your cum inside of me!” 

Simba wanted to stop this but he was now aware of himself, of his own shortcomings. He had been content with just being a prince, falling onto his title, letting it define him. He took in Zoyo’s words and realized that everything was just handed to him. Nala had been waiting for him, but wanted him to earn the right to lay with her. But he squandered that chance; as per the laws of nature, a better male came in to take that place, laying claim to something he just assumed was already his. 

Nala hadn’t noticed the sad understanding look that Simba was now giving. She was too busy pulling Zane closer to herself. The growls were rumbling from his chest, making her own vibrate. Her heart was pounding as well, it was about to happen! Zane gave a great shove with his hips, spreading her entrance wide. 

A roar, something that Simba had yet to achieve, came from Zane. Pleasure raced through him as he achieved his goal. Hot lion cum poured into Nala’s passage. She didn’t know what to expect, but she reveled in the continuous ropes of cum that steadily filled her up. Zane was still groaning with his tail raised and his cock hilted deep inside. Simba and Zoyo could see the breeding lion’s balls drawing up and twitching, no doubt that thick loads of seed were flooding the lioness’ loins. 

She was bred. Seeded. Not by him and on her first time no less. She wore an expression of bliss, having cum herself during the insemination. Zane groaned in satisfaction, rising up from the panting lioness. His cock pulled free, a fat string of cum clinging to his tip, still connecting his shaft with her slightly spread folds. With Zane standing up and moving to the side, Nala could see Simba’s distraught expression. But she still wore a smile. 

“That was amazing...” Nala sighed. Fluids were spilling from her, dripping down to her tail. She then whimpered, her heat persisting. Again, Nala remembered her mothers informative words. Lions were famous for their ability to go multiple rounds, one after the other. Meaning her heat persisted, just dulled a slight bit. 

“Mmph... I need more...” She squirmed in discomfort, her legs spread. From her bred sex, the scent of heat had gotten even stronger. Simba had finally taken notice of it as well. Just from a few whiffs, he could feel himself stirring. Feeling a bit embarrassed, he attempted to hide it, unlike the twins who proudly displayed their erections. 

Hearing Nala calling out for more, Simba felt compelled to approach her. The game was over, there was still a chance for him to lay claim. He was then pushed out of the way by Zane. No, wait... Zane was still standing near Nala. This was Zoyo! The other Sand Pride lion shoved Simba out of his way, strolling towards Nala. 

“Wait!” Simba protested, finally showing his anger towards the two visitors. “I’m supposed to...” As if he wasn’t there, Zoyo was already climbing on top of Nala. “You... You didn’t even fight her!” Simba pointed out in desperation. 

“He’s my twin. Whatever I can do, Zoyo can do too,” Zane reminded. “Unless you wanna fight for my seconds.” A self-serving grin spread over his muzzle, clearly finding enjoyment in reminding Simba that “his” lioness had already been bred and not by him. 

Though Zane stood in his way, Simba could see Nala being mounted by Zoyo. He had the lioness lying on her belly, hindquarters raised for him. His weight came down on Nala, keeping the already mewling female in place. The scent of heat was driving him nuts. Zoyo could feel his cock throbbing hard as it rubbed along the soaked entrance. Just as his brother had, the Sand Pride lion pushed the entirety of his big maleness into her. Nala was back to moaning, having her lips stretched around another shaft. 

Truly, Zane and Zoyo were identical. It was easy to imagine that it was still Zane pounding her right now. Zane kept Simba at bay just by looming over him, occasionally glancing back to watch his brother rutting the Pride Lands’ lioness. 

“You wanna get to her, you have to get through us. In the wild, males fight over the right to breed. Are you ready to fight then?” Zane got into a fighting stance, letting his muscles flex. A low growl came from him, striking fear into the unprepared cub. There was nothing that Simba could do, he realized that, feeling tears well up in his eyes. 

“Crying won’t get you what you want. Unless you’re gonna cry to your dad.”

Simba’s expression changed, considering it for a moment. He was then pushed back by a strong paw. A squeak came from him before returning his gaze to Zane, looking shocked. 

“You’re really gonna run to your dad? At your age?” Zane’s face fell, now looking genuinely disappointed. “Some prince you’ll grow up to be.”

Simba was conflicted. Usually he had no hesitation in going to his mother or father with his grievances. But something was different now. Zane was...right. And even if he found his parents, what would he say? That he let two strangers rut his future mate? That he was too weak to fight for her..?

The rustling of grass came again, signaling the approach of someone. Standing over the four younger felines was an adult lion. His pelt was the same color as the twins, except for patches of white strewn about here and there. And joining him were three more. His father, Mufasa. His mother, Sarabi. And Nala’s mother, Sarafina. 

“What is this?” Sarabi asked, looking rather surprised. 

Simba was struggling to come up with words but it was plain to see; Zoyo hadn’t stopped humping Nala, even with the eyes of the adults on him. 

It was Zane who explained the situation: finding Simba and Nala play fighting and smelling the lioness’ heat. He relayed it all while his brother was grunting close by, forcing moans out of Nala still. The adults listened until they were caught up, being silent for a moment. 

Simba was looking to his parents with bated breath, hoping that they would finally step in or throw these Sand Pride lions out. But both Mufasa and Sarabi looked rather unmoved. In fact, Sarafina strode around the cubs and laid down in the soft grass. She had attended the meeting and was rather tired. 

“Tell Zoyo to stop!” Simba pleaded to them, no longer holding back his feelings. 

“And why would I do that?” To his shock, it was Mufasa who responded. “From what I heard you made no attempt to defend your ‘claim’ to Nala. She is her own lioness and you are not owed her. Even a king must work for their spoils. Perhaps I had been too lenient on you all this time...”

Zane smirked and stepped away from Simba. He had no need to defend his brother now that the king himself gave his ‘okay.’ The golden cub looked between him and his father. Again, it had been explained to him why this was happening. But Simba refused to admit that he wasn’t good enough. 

“Simba...” Sarabi spoke in a gentler tone. “You may be the prince but Nala is still her own lioness. You can’t expect a lioness to settle for a lion that can’t defend or provide for her.”

Mwiiba, the twins’ father, cleared his throat. “My sons have been raised to be smart and brave. Our pride is rather small so we have to work hard to keep ourselves strong. Zane and Zoyo understand the laws of nature, they give as much as they take. And from the looks of it, Nala certainly thinks them worthy.”

Both Zane and Zoyo looked a bit bashful from their father’s praise. But his words were also a lesson for Simba, making it clear how the three males differed. 

Just as it finally started to sink in, a snarl from Zoyo got their attention. He pushed himself in deep again, roaring out. If there was a chance that Nala’s womb was untouched after Zane’s mounting, a rush of cum from Zoyo’s spurting cock made it certain that she would be carrying their cubs. She would be a fully grown lioness by then, heavy with kits that would not be Simba’s. He just watched in dismay as the excess of cum from the twins was gushing out of Nala’s pussy, making her lower body even stickier. 

“Mmm...Zoyo...” Nala purred, her claws dug into the earth. The lion in question was still clinging to his back, groaning as he let loose a final thick string of cum deep inside. The other twin lifted off of her, being satisfied himself. The lioness’ heat was winding down, the goal of being bred was achieved. Nala just knew that soon she would be bearing one of if not both of the twins’ children, a thought that filled her with pride. She would bring some strong cubs into the world...

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As Simba had feared, the Sand Pride was absorbed into the Pride Lands, adding to their numbers and making them one. Their territory became a part of the Pride Lands as well, giving them a nice expansion in the process. He had been a late bloomer, finally growing bigger and starting to grow his mane. 

But in the time of his growth spurt, Zane and Zoyo had gotten even bigger themselves. The twins were still the bane of the golden prince. Just by being there they made him look bad by comparison. They joined the lionesses in hunting and took it upon themselves to patrol the borders, gaining the admiration of Mufasa as well. He was still lacking in his fighting and hunting skills, but practically useless compared to them. All the worse, he had begun to hear whispers of the twins taking his spot as future king. 

Nala had grown up as well, showing the signs of her pregnancy. Every time Simba saw her, he was reminded of her being taken. Zane and Zoyo shared her, having the blessing of Mufasa himself. Breeding any other of the lionesses would be a challenge against the king so they kept Nala quite busy.

Needless to say, Nala ended up making the right choice. In her current state, she could not hunt but the twins would bring her food, something Simba had to admit he wouldn’t have thought of doing until suggested to do so. He had to be honest with himself. The lioness was better off with them, but that made it hurt no less. 

With her being in the caverns most of the time, that gave plenty of time for one or both of the twins to give her a good rutting, filling the chamber with their moans, snarls, and roars. 

At this point, Simba was largely forgotten. He was too old to be cared for and the chances of him taking the throne soon were looking slimmer and slimmer by the day. The golden lion had accepted that the twins would take everything that was “owed” to him. Unlike him, they actually earned it...
