“Are you sure about this?” Nala asked as she and Simba approached. 

“What? Are you scared?” Simba taunted, wearing a smug look on his muzzle. The two of them were doing a series of dares, going back and forth. Things started out small but were gradually growing in intensity and risk. 

Well the prince of the Pride Lands had something that would put an end to their back and forth. He was certain that she wouldn’t go through with it. And from the look on Nala’s face it was obvious that the lioness was already having second thoughts. 

All the same, the pair of cubs pressed on and paused just before entering. Simba looked at Nala. She nodded to him and they stepped inside of the den. This den in particular belonged to none other than Simba’s uncle, Scar. And at the current moment, the lion was sleeping on the den floor. The younger felines were quiet when navigating through the den’s darkness, getting closer and closer to the napping lion. 

“Not too late to back out,” Simba whispered. 

“I’m not backing out,” Nala hissed back. Her tone was stern but her eyes gave away the fear she was feeling. “Just gotta be careful is all.”

The dare was something rather simple but very risky. It was a challenge that Simba was sure she would shy away from. But the young lioness was standing by and eyeing the black maned lion, checking to make sure he was still asleep. 

The terms were set by Simba. All Nala had to do was get in close and give his uncle’s balls three slow licks. When first dared to do this, Nala was adamant that her friend was crazy. But Simba had just smirked in response. He then claimed to have done the same thing himself: having crept towards the king while sleeping the night before. The prince claimed it was easy to get in close and brush his tongue over the furry sack a few times before darting back. The most Mufasa did was stir a bit, staying asleep the rest of the night. 

Now it was Nala’s turn to do the same, but with an entirely different lion. Simba claimed that it's just like the night before. Now all the lioness had to do was copy his actions, if she were brave enough. 

Knowing that Simba would give her no end of teasing if she backed out, Nala swallowed her fear and dared to creep forwards, doing her best to keep any noise down. Simba stayed in place, standing near the den’s entrance. It was his duty to keep watch in case anyone came by. While he was certain that his friend would be fine, the prince didn’t want to risk Scar being woken up by anyone approaching. 

Being left alone to stalk ahead, Nala slowly and quietly crawled ahead. Luckily for her, the older feline was lying on his side, having his hindlegs spread. Not only did the position look comfortable, but Scar’s sheath and balls were in clear view and fully exposed for her to reach. 

Taking a deep breath, she just went for it. Some quick steps brought her right in front of the bigger mammal. Being so close, she could hear his deep breathing and see the steady rise and fall of the lion’s lower stomach. The sheath was right in front of her and when looking back their gazes met. Simba gave her an encouraging smile and nod. Nala nodded back and leaned in just a bit closer, being just short of pressing her muzzle into the pair of fur covered orbs. 

Being at the point of no return, Nala drew out her tongue and leaned just a bit closer. Finally the warm orbs touched the surface. She shuddered but got herself to slowly lap her tongue against them. That was once. She dared to do it again, and when done Scar stirred a bit. She paused and stood still. Scar made a soft noise but remained asleep, his body going still again. 

She would have breathed a sigh of relief but didn’t risk making the noise. Knowing that just one more lick was required of her, the lioness stuck her tongue out for the final time and moved in to get it over with. 

Simba had been keeping watch, looking out for anyone approaching. He had looked back to see her make the first lick. Knowing that she would return when it was all over, the young lion kept watch towards the outside, looking for anyone who would be approaching, namely Zazu. They had given him the slip before but the hornbill had a habit of dropping in just when things were getting good for him and Nala. 

When she was about to make the final lick, there was suddenly a paw down on her back. She made a squeal of shock, being pinned down by the weight. Simba perked up and looked back to see Nala being held down by her uncle. He was about to say something but his gaze met with the adult lion. The glare given by the lion made the cub shudder and back away. He had known it was a risk but didn’t expect his uncle to wake up. Not knowing what to do, Simba continued backing away before turning tail and running off. He was sure that his uncle would tell his father. Nala would likely get in trouble right now but his own punishment would be happening later on…

“Well, well, well…” Scar said, looking down at the lioness cub that continued squirming in his grip. “I didn’t think you would be brave enough to set foot in here, Nala.” 

“I’m sorry!” she squealed. “It was all some game. Simba dared me to do it, he said you wouldn’t wake up.” 

”Oh? A game?” Scar asked. “And what kind of game involves licking a lion down there while they’re asleep.” 

”S-Simba said he did it to his dad and got away with it! W-we’ve been doing dares. Getting each other to do crazy stuff. Whoever refuses first has to do what the other says!” It was all spilling out of Nala, the fear driving her to confess. 

“A game… Well then it would seem you lost,” Scar chuckled. 

“L-lost? I didn’t lose! I never even got to finish,” Nala protested, not even realizing what she was saying. 

“A good point!” Scar said, his voice taking on a new tone. He shifted a bit and Nala gasped when seeing the pink and barbed flesh that stuck out from Scar’s sheath. “I’ll give you two options, Nala. Either you stay here and let me punish you for waking me up or I’ll take everything you’ve said to my brother. I’m certain Mufasa won’t be happy with either of you once he’s heard.” 

Nala gulped, daring to imagine the king looming over the both of them. Him finding out about their dares was bad enough but if Mufasa heard about the whole balls licking thing the both of them would be done for…

“O-okay. Just don’t tell anyone,” Nala whined. 

”That’s a good girl…” Scar purred, already easing the weight of his paw off of her. But he was quick to snatch her up by the tail instead. He inspected her backside and was able to tell that she was unclaimed. Just seeing it made his loins stir. Being the outcast of the Pride Lands meant that finding a partner to satisfy his needs wasn’t easy. Feeling that first lick to the balls was enough to wake him but he remained still, waiting for the second lick to confirm it wasn’t all some kind of dream…

“Let’s see…” Scar muttered aloud, hovering his other paw over her backside. Nala shivered when feeling it brushing first over her tailhole then further down. It teased over her entrance, rubbing back and forth a bit. This sent a shock of feeling through her, being much stronger than when she did it to herself. 

The young lioness was aware of mating from seeing Mufasa breeding the lionesses and having her future duty of bearing the king’s cubs. It had made her curious but the most Nala ever did to herself was rub her paw back and forth, feeling the pleasure steadily climb until a burst of good feelings overtook her. 

A small sound came from her as Scar continued rubbing her digit over her sex. The lion grew even more aroused from the sight, seeing the Nala was starting to get wet. As her arousal began to wet his paw, Scar felt his instinctual need flaring up. The scent of lioness’ juices were more than enough to rile him up. 

Suddenly, Nala yelped from the digit that shoved itself into her sex, pushing right past her folds and sinking into her soft pussy. For the first time it was penetrated by someone that wasn’t her. Already, Scar’s digit was plunging back and forth, getting a good feel for her warmth, growing wetness, and how soft her unclaimed walls were. He couldn’t wait to feel them wrapped around his cock, but the lion was looking to savor this moment. After a bit of this, hearing the moans that were forced out of her, Scar released Nala and turned her around. The lioness then had the hard and dripping lion cock pressed to her muzzle. 

”Open up,” Scar said simply, making a small buck of his hips that smeared precum over Nala’s lips.

Despite the tingling sensations in her body, Nala was reluctant to open her mouth. But she did so and was shoved forwards by the paw gripping the back of her head. Scar groaned deeply when feeling her mouth gliding over her cock. Her rough tongue teased his barbs and another drip of precum was smeared right onto her taste buds. The pushing continued and the cock was being jammed down into her throat, further forced inside even while she gagged hard and strained against it. 

“Just relax and let me take control,” Scar grunted. Unable to contain himself anymore, he began to hump into the lioness’ muzzle, rocking his hips back and forth. He kept Nala in place, his voice being muffled around his lionhood. Instead the lion’s steady moans could be heard within the den. 

”Yes. Just like that… Breathe through your nose instead…” Scar purred, his eyes lidded as he tugged the lioness’ head back and forth, listening to the wet slurps of his cock entering and sliding from her throat. 

Nala did as she was told, feeling the cock grinding back and forth within her muzzle. The strong taste of his precum was rubbed into her tongue, even more of it coming with each thrust. Some of it was being spurt directly down her throat and she had no choice but to swallow it down. The lioness could feel the discomfort of having her throat being roughly scratched by the barbs over and over again. The lion just shoved it further inside without any care to the fellow feline he was penetrating. 

The pulses were getting stronger and the pace of Scar’s mouthfucking was getting stronger. Every inch was being rubbed back and forth, his sheath bumping into Nala’s lips over and over again. She was still trying to adjust to the treatment. Each time a strong gag came when it plunged in and having it spurt precum down her windpipe made young lioness shudder before swallowing. 

“Now hold still!” Scar huffed, a growl rising as he rolled his hips a few more times, making sure his cock pounded into Nala’s throat each time, reaching deep and feeling the squeeze from the irritated walls. Baring his fangs, the black maned lion reached his climax and kept Nala in place while flooding her mouth and throat with his pent up lion seed. The even stronger taste of it marked Nala’s mouth but the tip was in too deep. She couldn’t spit it out and it was filling up her throat. 

With no choice, Nala began to drink it down, her claws dragging along the stone flooring. Something about it made her feel so dirty. While Scar was moaning and rutting her throat a few more times, she was shuddering and hoping the splashes of hot sticky stuff would come to an end. In time her wish came true, the last thick ropes being spurt right over her tongue before the shaft pulled out fully. 

“There. Now there’s just one more thing I need from you, Nala. Then you can go off and we can all put this behind us,” Scar said in a soothing voice while rising up to stand on all four paws. 

Nala was coughing a bit, the irritation in her throat and the gross feeling in her mouth distracted her from Scar’s words. But the lion was approaching all the same. A paw was placed on the lioness to keep her down while Scar got into position. He had to get rather low but it was a worthy trade off in his mind. 

Just as Nala realized what was happening, the tip had already found her folds. A single hard thrust pushed it all inside at once. She snarled in pain, feeling herself being filled and stretched all at the same time. Her untouched loins weren’t prepared for the treatment. 

While she was hissing and writhing, the older feline above her was back to groaning in delight, having a tight virgin hole to wrap around his cock. Being warm and wet, he wasted no time rocking his hips roughly, forcing every inch in and out. Those same balls that Nala licked earlier were now smacking into her mound repeatedly. 

Joining her sounds were Scar’s grunts and growls of pleasure, slamming himself away inside of the young female. He knew that it would be some time since his next mating session so he was going for broke and taking all he could get. 

Beneath him, Nala was being hold down but still kept moving while her sex was being impaled repeatedly by something she wasn’t meant to take just yet. Every thrust came hard and it barreling in too deep sent a shock that knocked a bit of wind out of her lungs. Many feelings were being forced into her and pleasure was the least of them all. Instead she could feel the throbbing and the continued scratching of the already flaring barbs. More of that gross feeling precum was marking her no longer virgin snatch, marking her as the lion outcast’s. 

Scar was all but lost in the pleasure, still going hard and fast inside of Nala. Having a tight cunt around his cock after so long was getting him to his climax rather quickly, but he was enjoying himself very much, looking to drain the rest of the seed from his swinging balls. 

“Don’t worry. You’re just short of being able to carry,” Scar said in a strained voice. Nala’s eyes shrank in realization and she clawed at the ground to get away but it didn’t work. Scar had a good hold on her and his lower half was rocking away, keeping his cock pounding harshly at her depths, touching and brutalizing her most sensitive spots before it all came to an end. 

The lion hunched over her, snarling and almost drooling as he came hard inside of her abused cunny, flooding her with the rest of his cum. Nala felt herself shuddering and nearly about to cry as the hot and sticky stuff poured into her, one gush then another and then another…



“Make sure you clean yourself up well in the watering hole,” Scar told her some time later. He was back to laying down and was looking to finish his nap. Nala was still panting and leaking lion cum from her stretched sex. “And don’t speak a word of this to anyone.” 

Nala nodded and began to walk awkwardly away. She wouldn’t be telling anyone about it anyways. At least she managed to avoid the possible wrath of Mufasa. The lioness went out of her way to not be seen, soon cleaning up and finding Simba. 

“Sorry I felt you back there, I just panicked and…” 

“Don’t worry about it,” Nala cut off. “Let’s just forget about the game. It’s dumb anyways.” Simba nodded in agreement before he began to sniff at the air. 

“Hey, do you smell that?” he asked. 

“Smell what?” Nala asked, not picking up on any unusual scents. 

“I don’t know but it smells kinda good…” Simba came in close and sniffed directly at Nala. “And it's coming from you.” 

The lioness gulped. “Uh… Yeah, I guess I rolled in some flowers or something when I tripped from running.” She had already told a bogus story about being let go by Scar and running away just like Simba had. 

The golden lion shrugged but Nala shuddered, having seen a brief flash of that lustful expression that Scar had…
