With his dad busy at the moment, Simba was left to his own devices. As per usual, he scampered off to find his uncle instead. The dark lion seemed to be alone a lot. If anything that meant the cub would have all the attention to himself. His uncle always said funny sounding things and though he acted as if he didn’t want Simba around, he still took the time to play with his nephew until Mufasa came to bring him back. Now, the young feline was eager to see his uncle again. 

He was away from the rest of the pride, having a secluded den of his own. He called out for his uncle but received no response. This wasn’t uncommon and he chuckled, approaching further and looking inside. But it was empty. That was new. Scar never really went anywhere, not for long at least. But sniffing around made it clear that the older feline had been gone for some time now. Still sniffing, he found his uncle’s scent trail and followed it, doing his best to recall the tracking tips his father gave him. 

Doing his best, he was led further away from Pride Rock and towards the gorge. Never before had he gone out this far alone, usually having Zazu hovering over. It was exciting to be somewhere new on his own. Just as he was losing the scent, there were sounds close by, being used to track the older lion down now. And the closer he got, the more apparent it became that it was indeed his uncle. Racing towards the noise, there were also voices he couldn’t recall. Maybe these were those ‘friends’ that Scar sometimes talked about. 

He stopped in his tracks when the dark furred lion was in view. But he wasn’t alone. There were two hyenas! One was standing aside while the other was on top of his uncle. Being scared at first, he rushed forwards to help his uncle but when even closer, it became apparent that he was being “mounted” as his dad called it. While in the king’s company, he had been made to keep close by while Mufasa tended to the lionesses. Before he was aware of mating as a concept. But it was recently that he began to make more notice of the process, watching his father mount and rut the lionesses. Though yet to fully understand, he was becoming rather curious, and hoped to ask Mufasa about it when they next spent time together.

“Uncle Scar!” Simba called, bounding up to the trio, who paused and looked at the young feline with surprise. “There you are.”

“S-simba…” Scar grunted, shifting while a hyena was still clinging to his back. “What are you doing here?”

“Dad was busy again…” the young lion groaned, looking at his paws in disappointment. But he looked up with some hopeful optimism. So I came to find you.” 

“What am I, the royal babysitter?” the Pride Lands prince groaned. His annoyance was only added by Simba’s age. Though young, he was on the cusp of changes that would begin his transition into an adult lion. Surely, he wouldn’t have to look after Simba so often then. 

“Hey, Uncle. What are you doing with these hyenas?” he asked. Usually we would be frightened, but these hyenas didn’t seem to be hurting Scar and they looked back at him with just as much curiosity, keeping quiet. 

“Ugh. Public relations…” Scar groaned. “A neglected duty for a neglected lion.”

Having yet to learn the more complex issues regarding his future rule, Simba had heard of the term. But even then he was sure the term didn’t exactly align with mating with hyenas as a definition. His uncle noticed the expression and smirked.

“I took it upon myself, making a deal to keep the hyenas from…” Scar paused. Though he had a soft spot for Simba, there was a chance that his words would be repeated to Mufasa. His brother didn’t approve of his methods but left him to it after Scar suggested that the king either lift the banishment or offer his own tail instead. It was a self serving moment for him, and also provided some rare enjoyment as well. “Well, it helps keep things in order. Now…”

“Can I help?” Simba blurted out, showing his excitement. Sure, he had planned to ask about it later. But when his dad was too busy, he would ask his uncle instead. At this point, he could recall learning all that he knew from them both, if not more from the dark lion. For a while now he had been interested in what mating entails, and what was a better chance than now?

The hyena sitting on the side spluttered and mumbled, looking at Simba with unfocused eyes. “Yes. This is Simba. Simba, meet Ed and the one on top of me is Banzai. These two have come to represent the hyena’s territory in the Outlands. They are…friends of mine.” 

Simba looked back and forth between the two foreign animals but gave them smiles and introduced himself. If they were friends of his uncle, he was happy to consider them as the same. 

”This furball is your nephew? Mufasa’s boy?” Banzai said but Scar clearing his throat reminded him to watch his tongue. 

“Simba…” Scar was in quite the situation. He was just getting started and now he had to look after the golden feline as well. But all the more unexpected was Simba’s proposal to join. “Haven’t you already learned about mating?” 

The young lion looked away and sighed. “Aside from watching dad, no...” 

Banzai muttered something and Ed snickered. “Hmm. Very well…” Scar nodded. “Banzai let me up. We’re trying something different.”

The hyena groaned but lifted himself from the lion anyways. Scar told both him and Ed to lie down on their backs. The Outlanders did so, spreading their hindlegs, showing off their loins to the pair of felines. Simba looked them both over, being clearly impressed with what he saw. 

”Quite the sight, isn’t it?” Scar said, already approaching Banzai. “Follow my lead, Simba.” 

Filled with excitement, Simba approached Ed, copying Scar’s actions eased his own face close to the other hyena’s length. Scar grabbed it with his paw and brought it close to his face, drawing his tongue along the surface. The younger feline did the same the best he could, but clearly lacked the dexterity possessed by his uncle. His paws were used to being on the ground, at most curling to get a better grip. Doing the best he could, Simba held onto the shaft, and proceeded with the hands on lesson. Following along with his uncle’s lead, he lapped at Ed’s cock. 

“Good,” Scar praised. “Keep doing it.” 

Nodding, Simba proceeded to lick at Ed’s cock, glancing at his uncle to confirm that he was doing well. He saw the way that Scar was able to lick from tip to base in a single motion. Simba tried to do that same but losing focus on his paw allowed the hyena’s shaft to slip from his grip. Realizing that he simply lacked experience, he instead reached out and held it between two paws instead, successfully holding it steady.  

Looking over, Scar saw that Simba was getting along well enough and could see that Ed was enjoying it as well, his eyes lidded and his tongue lolling as he panted, spreading his hindlegs even further. Comparing Ed’s state to Banzai’s he realized that his nephew was outdoing him. So he worked his tongue a bit faster but was aware to not overdo it. It was clear that Simba was still following after him, even if doing so in his own fashion. Getting ahead of himself could encourage the lion to do something he wasn’t ready for. 

“Mmm, that’s the stuff…” Banzai groaned. He too noticed how pleased Ed looked and was feeling a bit jealous. Simba seemed to have some talent despite his clear inexperience. Compared to Scar’s long, controlled licks, Simba’s were much quicker and were uneven as well. But Ed clearly didn’t mind. He continued panting and though his mumbles weren’t understood by the younger male, Banzai surmised that Ed was definitely enjoying himself. 

While tending to the male before him, Scar was again annoyed by Mufasa being “too busy” for his own son. At Simba’s age, he should have been at least taught the in’s and out’s of things like this, especially with him being further king. At this point, he was practically responsible for the other prince’s upbringing. All the same, he did feel some pride in showing Simba how to perform these acts. It was amusing to see his clearly more clumsy style but it clearly sufficed and would certainly become more controlled over time. He would likely have to make sure of that himself as well…

Getting his fill of just licking, he stopped and got Simba’s attention. “I think it's about time we move things along…” He told the younger feline to watch him closely as he slowly eased Banzai’s rod into his mouth, pushing the tip past his lips, wrapping them around as he took in more of it, the hyena groaning as he lied back, basking in the pleasure that came from the furthered oral sex. 

Simba had kept his eyes on the entire thing and then proceeded. Scar paused from sucking on Banzai to direct his nephew, making sure that Ed wasn’t hurt by Simba’s teeth. It was done slowly, with Simba opening his muzzle to ease the tip inside. He at first let it press onto his tongue and followed his uncle’s motions, being aware to keep his teeth at bay. Scar had gone back to pleasuring Banzai, bobbing his head up and down, doing so slow enough to not encourage Simba to be reckless. Glancing over, he saw the golden lion sliding his muzzle up and down Ed’s shaft, reaching about halfway before coming back up. Again, he was impressed that the other feline hadn’t tried to force himself to take more. He gave Simba a nod of approval and put more focus on Banzai. 

Trusting the other to carry on, Scar made eye contact with his partner, taking the entire thing in, showing his own level of experience. Much smoother and quicker, he kept his tongue pressed and lapping as he bobbed his head up and down, feeling pride in hearing Banzai’s deeper moans. He squirmed from the contact and was marking the feline’s tongue in his precum, which was quickly lapped as well. 

The other two were carrying on at their own pace. Ed was rather satisfied with just half of his shaft being caressed by the warm mouth and rough tongue. He was rather patient with Simba, making signs and grunts for what he wanted. At first, it was just random movements to him but once the feline actually paid attention, Simba began to make sense of Ed’s desires. He eased up and was licking directly at the tip, receiving many nods from the hyena, who was leaning back again, letting out unrestrained pants and groans. 

Similar to his uncle, Simba could taste something, it was coming from the pulsing shaft, being smeared over the surface of his tongue. Though unique, it wasn’t a bad taste and he tried his best to swallow it, just as Scar seemed to be doing. Looking over at his uncle, he could see that he could take Banzai’s cock with ease and the hyena in question looked to be enjoying himself a lot. He wished that he could do the same but there was only so far he could go. But Ed got his attention and gave him a smile. Simba smiled around the shaft and put more vigor into his acts, putting more effort into what he could reach. 

He then got the idea to use his paws to compensate for the rest like before. He too had seen his dad reaching a paw between his hindlegs, getting himself erect before mounting sometimes. If that felt good too then it could work. Still slurping along the first half of hyena length, he began to move his paws up and down together, hoping that it would work. Indeed, Ed was making more noise, wearing an expression of bliss in response to the stroking of soft paws in addition to the young lion’s muzzle. 

His reaction was noticed by both Banzai and Scar. The dark lion couldn’t help but internally praise his nephew’s latest display of creativity. Ed was voicing his delight in his own way, announcing that he was getting close. Scar paused again, much to Banzai’s annoyance. Ignoring the complaints, he got his nephew’s attention. 

”Ed is getting close to his climax. That means he is about to release his seed. You can either keep sucking on it and drink when it comes or you can just use your paws and let it come out. It's your choice, Simba,” Scar advised him. Simba mumbled an acknowledgement. The older lion was pushed back down by a roughly gripping paw. He looked up at Banzai in annoyance but the hyena was too busy riding out the renewed lavishing of a rough lion tongue, being close to his own limit as well. 

Ed reached his first, letting out a bark and deep sigh as he came. Simba, being aware, prepared himself. To his surprise, the shaft began to pulse hard, shooting strings of his seed into the young feline’s mouth. Quickly getting over his surprise, he remembered to start drinking it down. The taste wasn’t bad and it felt nice running down his throat. He heard Ed’s sounds of climactic pleasure, continuing as he pumped a bit more into the suckling maw until no more came. Simba stopped sucking to take a gulp of the fluid. Ed pulled his own shaft out, letting it flop against his belly. He showed signs of gratefulness and Simba smiled in response, having gotten better at reading Ed’s mannerisms. 

The both of them looked over to see Banzai being rougher, thrusting into Scar’s maw before snarling, his eyes drawing up as he reached his climax, grunting and pumping his own load into the feline’s maw, which was also gulped down. Scar purred from the satisfying taste and warmth it brought him. This continued until Banzai sighed deeply. Scar stopped and let the cock pop free from his lips, gulping for a final time before drawing his tongue over his lips. 

“That will have to be it for today,” Scar told them. “And I am looking forward to your next visit.”  The two hyenas rose to their paws and said goodbye to their friend. They took a big enough risk in crossing the border and making so much noise. It was just in best interest to keep departures brief after getting what they came for. 

Scar sighed and looked at Simba. “You did well. Now…” He approached Simba and patted the earth next to him, motioning for the young lion to sit down next to him. 

“Your mane will be coming in any day now and a lesson in mating is long overdue. If your father can’t be bothered to educate you, then I will…” Scar then proceeded to give his nephew a mature talk about mating and what it meant for their species, his future duty to not only satisfy the lionesses but to ensure that their population stays strong. Simba was listening and had a few questions that were answered honestly and fully. Afterwards, the dark lion explained about mating between males and females compared to mating with his fellow males, as they had just done. 

From Simba’s new understanding, it now made sense how his uncle offered himself as a form of public relations. It still sounded a bit strange to him but it seemed to work, as there had been no invasions at any point in his life. And his uncle clearly enjoyed what he did. Excitement lingered within him too, evident by his length peeking from his sheath. Scar saw it and chuckled. 

“Simba. How about I reward you for helping me? It's risky for my friends to be in the Pride Lands and you saved me quite a bit of time.” Scar moved his paws, revealing his own erection, being of course bigger than his own, jutting above a pair of developed balls. Just seeing it made Simba’s own shaft become fully erect and he nodded, following behind the elder lion. 

Scar led Simba to a flat elevated rock, watching as his nephew climbed on top. He was told to get on his back, like Banzai and Ed had. “Of course I’m sure you understand after my explanation. But I believe the best way to learn is to experience for oneself.” He leaned in, nuzzling against Simba’s shaft, making it twitch. 

Looking down, he watched his shaft being engulfed, moaning out from the new form of pleasure it brings him. These new feelings were strong but Scar was going slow, twirling his tongue and moving his head carefully to not overwhelm the young male on his first time. He caressed the length with his tongue, having pressed between the wet muscle and the roof of his mouth. For his age, Simba packed something rather impressive, covering a good length of his tongue. He recalled Mufasa’s man coming in later than most his age, it seemed Simba inherited that, seeming a bit younger than he was. 

The younger male continued to sigh as he lay on the rock, enjoying the experienced mouth’s feeling. True to what Scar assumed, there came the taste of pre, dribbling from the twitching tip. He felt a rise of pride within him, knowing that Simba was growing up. Now knowing that he was working with, Scar put a bit more speed into it, sliding his muzzle up and down. The pulses were getting stronger and Simba’s moans were getting stronger, keeping pace with the pleasure he felt, rising higher and higher from it all.

“Uncle… I think…I’m close…” the youthful lion announced, his voice strained. With another soft suckle, he was pushed past his limit. He yowled and gasped for breath while riding out his first climax, shooting his first ropes of seed into his uncle’s maw, it was drunk down and Scar made his own sounds of delight from the taste, lightly teasing the other feline to keeping his climax going, Simba twitched and groaned as the last of it squirt from his tip, painting the bigger feline’s tongue. 

“Your first time. How was it?” Scar asked. 

”Oh… It was amazing…” Simba panted. His body still tingled a bit but he noticed something. “But what about you?” He could see that his uncle’s shaft was fully erect and dripping much more than his was.

”You don’t have to worry about me. I can take care of myself.”

“But I want to….” Simba admitted. While still lying on his back, he spread his legs further and moved his tail to the side, exposing the soft hole usually hidden from view. 

Scar felt his own heart racing. Even with the hyenas, he spent more time on the receiving end. And the lionesses kept away from him. Yet here was his nephew offering to take care of his needs. 

”Okay. Don’t worry. I will be gentle,” he assured, approaching. With Simba lying on the rock, it was a good height for him to mount and line himself up. He prodded the entrance, smearing the surface and his own shaft in pre, being thankful for how pent up he was for once. 

“Ready?” He asked. Simba voiced his assurance and Scar eased himself in. His nephew groaned and grunted from the first-time penetration. It was done slowly and carefully, bringing a heavy sense of pressure and little to no pain. Scar was acutely aware of every little thing he did, but his eyes still fluttered as he sunk inside, feeling the tight and soft walls caressing his shaft. Low moans joined Simba’s grunts, easing into moans as well just as the entire length of lion cock was inside. 

“There. It’s in,” Scar told him. He looked down, being face-to-face with Simba who nodded, not showing any discomfort or pain. Pulling back got the younger feline to shudder and sigh deeply, again being filled with new sensations. 

Scar had been holding himself back but he allowed himself to start moving his hips, still restraining himself to doing so softly. With a few rocks back and forth, he was spreading Simba’s insides, loosening but still remaining snug. Looking down, Simba was panting a bit, his shaft getting hard again as the shaft slid in and out, feeling the bigger body bump into his own. 

”Uncle… Is it supposed to feel…good?” Simba asked, his voice full of confusion. 

Scar chuckled and nodded. “Yes, Simba. You have something inside called a prostate and when touched, it sent pleasure through your body as well. Do you now understand what I mean by sharing pleasure with both males and females?” 

Nodding, Simba could certainly say that he enjoyed both the soft tongue lapping at his shaft and the full feeling he was experiencing now. Scar held his nephew tighter and went faster, now starting to pound with some force. He was grunting with each rock of his hips and Simba’s moans had gotten louder as well, his length starting to twitch and leak onto his belly. 

The two lions were becoming passionate with their mating, Scar gave more and more the longer it drew out, putting more speed and a bit more power only when he was certain that Simba could handle it. There was no denying that Simba’s hole felt incredible. It was hugging his cock from all sides and the pre it milked from his tip made it delightfully warm and slick, making him want to feel even more. It had been so long since he felt an actual hole around him. But it was more than just that. He put care into rutting Simba, one of the few that treated him with respect, taking time out of his day to come see him. 

As the mating drew out, Simba mumbled, another climax rising from the repeated contact to his prostate. Just a few more thrusts were all it took for the climactic state to overtake him again. Moaning out, he shook and came again, this time shooting the remainder of his seed onto his body, being surprised that he was capable as such. Not only that but he could feel his hole squeezing firmly down onto the shaft that ground against the clenches. 

Scar shook too and snarled, reaching a powerful climax. He hilted and just let the sensation take hold on. Strong spurts of lion cum painted the soft walls, warming the smaller body up from his hot seed pumping into the slick passage. They shared the overwhelming bliss, both huffing and moaning together as they released, Scar ground his shaft a bit more, getting all that he could out of his balls, sighing deeply as he finished.

”Thank you, Simba. I truly needed that.” 

“N-no problem, Dad…” Simba said, panting softly. But his eyes went wide when realizing what he said. Scar noticed too and looked down with wide eyes, chuckling when he saw the blush on Simba’s face. 

“I suppose I can be a fill-in dad when ‘his highness’ is too busy for you.” Scar grunted and pulled out, feeling fully satisfied. “Now, son. Let’s get you cleaned up. Mufasa is sure to come looking for you soon. And we don’t want him discovering our little secret do we?” He helped Simba up and off to a nearby watering hole, filled with an excitement and joy that had evaded him for a long time…


