Scar woke up with a start. His memory was foggy at first. There was a small murr next to him, looking over, Simba was pressed close to him. Slowly, it came back to the dark lion. He remembered the events of Simba’s “coronation,” which marked him an honorary hyena. Pride swelled within him once more, but it was quickly engulfed by dread. How long had the two of them been asleep?

[i]Mufasa’s bound to be looking for him[/i], Scar dreaded to himself. All the same, he remained calm on the outside, gently nuzzling the younger lion awake. 

“Simba… Simba, wake up.” 

The golden lion groaned but opened a sleepy eye. “What is it?” He seemed to be just as dazed as his uncle at first. 

“It's time for us to return to the Pride Lands, your father will no doubt be sending a search party soon,” Scar was exaggerating a bit, but it did well to wake his nephew up. He chuckled and patted the other feline’s head, assuring him it was a joke, at least for the most part. 

“It's about time we leave,” Scar told Banzai and Ed, meeting with them to say goodbye before departing. 

“Uh,” Banzai paused. He snickered and Ed muttered something that made the both of them laugh openly. “L-looking like that?” The hyenas drew attention to the state of their bodies. It had completely slipped the lion’s mind, but looking at themselves and each other made it clear how much of a mess they were; both dried and still wet fluids clinging to them after their little nap. 

Scar cursed under his breath. The nearest water sources were too small for cleaning. They had been gone long enough, not having time to go venture out for a proper bath. Banzai saw his friend’s expression and just chuckled. 

“Guess you have to clean yourselves up Outlander style, huh?” Banzai teased. The hyena was referring to having a dust bath, a concept rather foreign to the royal lions and many Pridelanders in general, having ample sources of water to clean themselves off in. Banzai’s meaning was indeed lost on Simba, but Scar realized that it just might work well enough, at least until they found a proper spring near the border. 

Before Scar could show his nephew Banzai came with an unexpected offer “We, and by [i]“we”[/i] I mean Ed, can show you how it is done.” The second hyena flashed Banzai a brief annoyed look but he nodded and was already walking ahead to lead the lions. 

They weren’t led very far away from the dens, after all the Outlands was full of dirt and dust. But the area the trio stood in was abundant with the soft, silky earth needed for a proper dust bath. 

The dark lion was glad that his nephew’s attention was taken by Ed showing him how to do it so he could subtly bathe himself as he found the procedure mildly embarrassing and it would have been quite awkward and more embarrassing if he would have had to teach Simba himself.  

Ed took no issue in showing Simba how to do it. He found the process fun and rather relaxing in its own way. Naturally, the pampered prince was at first apprehensive. Scar could recall a time when he was the same. Although not seen in the same light as his brother, he was still a royal and given many liberties, having fostered a bit of snobbery himself. But after Ed assured him it wasn’t that bad, Simba gave it a try. There was much less convincing compared to the dark lion’s first time, though he did have the encouragement of his uncle participating as well. 

The golden feline got on his back and did his best to roll around in the dust. Being his first time, his attempts were rather awkward. But Ed got down in the dust with him, showing the younger male how it was meant to be done. And after a bit, Simba more or less got the hang of it, enough to mask most of the telling mess on his pelt in layers of fine dust or having it be absorbed and the caked dust falling off him. 

With both princes cleaned up to their best abilities, they were finally ready to return. Just from looking at the sky, it was easy to tell that they indeed overslept. It was much past afternoon, being nearly sunset. Already, Scar was thinking of an excuse to tell his brother. Perhaps an overzealous hunting lesson? 

He and Simba said their goodbyes to Ed, which would be passed on to Banzai as well. Not willing to waste anymore time, Scar whisked his nephew down the designated path meant for the hyena’s and their allies’ safe passage. Though it wasn’t openly said, Simba could tell his uncle was worried. No doubt about what his dad would say. This was far from the first time he was away with Scar, but it had never been for this long. Though Mufasa was a bit neglectful, the king was bound to notice them being gone for so long. 

“We’ll be there soon,” Scar assured his nephew. Simba nodded but he wasn’t that worried about his own sake, more so for his uncle’s. At his age, the young lion took notice of the way the royal brothers interacted. The dark lion tended to be blamed for most things going wrong if he was even remotely involved. From what the young prince could see, his uncle had never gone out of his way to make things worse for others. The older he got, the more Simba felt for his uncle, being the clear scapegoat of the family, let alone pride…

“We can just say I got lost around the ravine,” Simba suggested. Everytime Mufasa demanded an explanation, his uncle took all the blame. He didn’t want that to be the case this time. Being nearly an adult, Simba was certain that he was old and strong enough to bear the blame and face his father’s anger on his own. 
“It stretches for so long and I stubbornly wanted to traverse its entire length despite your advice that it would make us come back very late.” Simba recited, already having his explanation at the ready. 

“Simba, you don’t have to…”

“But I want to!” Simba spoke up, making his uncle stop mid stride. “I don’t want you getting punished just to protect me. If he doesn’t buy my story then I think…”

“That we should tell him the truth?” the dark lion finished, also finding his footing again. He couldn’t deny wanting to see the shock on his brother’s face. It also warmed his heart knowing that the young feline he saw as a son was ready to defend him. But his mind was made up: Simba was very close to adulthood and it was best to keep his brother unaware. He would likely do everything in his power to not only keep them apart, but would likely lock Simba in the caverns of Pride Rock until his coronation day. He didn’t want that for the young prince…

Before they knew it, they were near the border, but there was something new this time. Someone waiting for them, just on the other side of the figurative line. Mufasa’s eyes fell on them both. He stood firm with Zazu perched on his shoulder, looking about the same. 

“Scar…” Mufasa began once the prince’s drew close. 

“Now I know how this may look, brother. But…” 

“Save it,” the golden king growled. “I had Zazu survey the area and he saw the two of you returning down this very path.” The hornbill flashed the dark lion a rather smug look. Scar kept his wits and patience about him despite the compromising situation and didn’t panic. 

“We were out on a simple hunt and our catch was bold enough to stray beyond…”

“We went to the Outlands, Dad.” Simba stood just as firm as his father, stating the truth plainly and clearly. The king’s glare was quick to snap to his son but the younger lion did not falter. 

“You what?” Mufasa asked. 
After taking a deep breath, Simba began to tell it all, recounting how it all started and the events leading up till now. Scar stood alongside but he was honestly panicking on the inside, having no idea what his brother would do. 

Mufasa listened, openly displaying his shock and disgust when learning that his son was not only laying with other males, but the verminous hyenas as well. Even looking close at Simba’s pelt, he noticed it was laced with dust. But there were still a few spots where the dust didn’t reach, leaving very telling proof of his son’s words. 

“Simba I am…” 

“Very disappointed in you?” the younger feline defiantly finished his father’s sentence. “I should be the one saying that…”

“What was that?” the lion king snapped.

“You only want to be a father when it suits you. But it’s much too late for that, you don’t get to pick and choose. While you’ve been off ruling and spending all your time with the lionesses, your brother has been more of a dad to me than you ever have!” Simba was finally admitted to all that weighed heavy on his soul. And for once, Mufasa was left speechless. 

The king quickly racked his brain, trying to think of a solid moment they spent time together. But he could only recall Simba’s early cub days, when he needed someone to look after him. In truth, the king was quick to foist his son on someone else, or just have him wander close by while he attended to other affairs deemed more important. While he did have a kingdom to rule, Simba was right in calling Mufasa out on his time with the lionesses and absence in his life. 

As the king was getting older, being just a few years away from his prime, he became entirely focused on solidifying his rule, keeping the territories well marked and leaving marks of a different kind within the lionesses, ensuring his legacy stuck around for a few generations. In all that time, he was only thinking of himself, completely neglecting his living legacy: the son he kept meaning to spend time with, but he kept putting it off for things he found more important.

Although he was starting to realize his faults, there was something within Mufasa that kept him from admitting it. Instead he growled and stepped closer to his angry son. “So, you think yourself worthy then?” Mufasa let anger and pride guide his actions instead, it was easier than admitting his neglect and failure towards raising Simba. Adding to it was his son not backing down, but instead growling as well, as if to meet the reigning king’s challenge.

The father and son stared each other down, it being more and more possible that they would actually fight. In between it all was the third lion, trying to process what just happened. After Simba finally admitted how he felt, Mufasa’s response was to fight his own cub?
 Scar was at first livid at his brother for trying to issue a challenge toward his young son, clearly being fueled by his ego. But he thought for a moment and realized that this chance could be used if done just right… 

He cleared his throat, getting the golden lions’ attention. “Perhaps there might be a way to prove that. Maybe a contest?” 

For once, Mufasa was willing to listen to his brother. After all, if he solved this issue through competition he wouldn’t have to admit his faults nor feel guilty about not doing so. He was certain that his teenage son had no chance at beating a fully grown and experienced lion. “What kind of contest?”

“Well much of this issue seems to be focused around mating; Mufasa spending quite a lot of time with the lionesses, and Simba learned much from the hyenas… So we shall hold a contest of just that: Who is better at mating?”

Mufasa’s anger quickly subsided, being replaced with a sheer certainty that he would beat his son. “Very well. But there will be some conditions [i]when [/i]I win.” the king arrogantly called his victory already. 

“And those are?” Scar groaned, trying his best to endure the sheer arrogance that radiated from his now overly confident brother. 

“Not only will the two of you be forbidden from interacting, but Simba will never set foot in the Outlands again.” It was just as Scar expected, save for the young prince being locked away in Pride Rock, perhaps that was an unlisted condition…

“And on the chance that Simba wins?” Scar inquired. Of course he was met with laughter from both his brother and Zazu. His patience was wearing very thin but now was the chance to list their own demands. 

“If by some miracle Simba manages to beat me out, he can make whatever demands he wishes, because it isn’t going to happen!” Mufasa guffawed so cocksure that the result was already decided. 

“You shall be held to that,” Scar muttered and eyed Zazu.
“You will be our witness to this agreement Zazu.” The majordomo agreed readily as he too was assured in his liege’s victory.
With that done it was all decided now. The contest would be held later that day, at sunset. First, he and Simba got cleaned up. There was no time to fool around. Once clean, Scar made it a point to get further backing via Rafiki. He was repeated the terms of victory from each side by the majordomo and it was put in writing, more specifically, carved into slabs of soft stone. 

Scar was certain that both his brother and Zazu would try to back out if they lost. Rafiki would be a third party, not swayed by either side. And that got him thinking. Perhaps Mufasa was making moves of his own. What if he was coercing the lionesses right now? There wasn’t much the dark lion could do if that was the case, the lionesses hardly ever listened to him, even when he was tasked to lead them in his brother’s place… What he and Simba needed was more support of their own…

When the time for the competition came, Rafiki was indeed there to oversee it alongside Zazu. But he wasn’t alone. Arriving with Scar and Simba were Banzai and Ed. The king gasped when he saw them and asked why they had come. 

“It's no secret the lionesses work directly under the king. Who’s to say they haven’t been bribed or coerced?” Mufasa stammered, trying to come up with a ready excuse , but his appeals to Rafiki were dismissed, it was indeed a valid concern. 

“So how shall we solve this?” Zazu huffed. Now Scar was certain the majordamo was aware of the scheme. 

“Banzai and Ed shall choose the lionesses. They have no knowledge of any of them so their picks will be utterly blind and nonpartisan.” Rafiki approved and they paused so the hyenas could pick out three participating lionesses. 
Naturally, the hyenas took a bit of time to admire the felines, but Mufasa growled a warning of not trying anything. 

“Alright, alright…” Banzai huffed. “Uh… That one…” He pointed to one of the lined up lionesses, the one in particular having purple eyes and marks resembling freckles. 

“Haki, step forward,” Rafiki directed. 

Ed chose one as well, a red eyed lioness that he had seen frequently on hunts when on lookout at the border, having quite the talent. 

“Wepe. You too…” They now had a second lioness. 

For the last one, Banzai and Ed chose together, agreeing on a third, being the last one lined up. She had the darkest pelt of them all. Her name was Nje and was actually related to the royal family, being a daughter of Ahadi. The lioness’ birth was steeped in scandal. Nje’s mother was a wandering rogue, having left her cub behind with the king. From an early age, she always stood out.

She stepped up without needing to be told. Some of the others whispered about her, namely finding it odd that she was chosen rather than the others. Nje was the outcast of the lionesses for quite a few reasons, one being her open questioning of Mufasa’s decisions at times. 
“Grr…why did that dirty-pelt get picked?” One of the lionesses muttered, another reason was her off-color fur which made her stick out.

“So, shall this group go to Mufasa or Simba?” Scar asked Rafiki, letting the shaman add another layer of choosing that was out of the king’s paws.

“I think they would suit Mufasa just fine,” the shaman concluded. Scar had to mask his glee. The king would have to actually work for his victory, especially with Nje being a decider, she certainly wouldn’t make it easy for him. But he knew her as a fair lioness, only criticizing because she knew how much improvement there was to make. Scar trusted her judgment, giving her a nod of acknowledgement. 

Again, Banzai and Ed picked some more lionesses, this time meant for Simba. The first was a rather proud and aloof looking lioness called Malkia, she had been competing with Sarabi for Mufasa’s heart back in the day.
Risala was next to be picked, she was the pride’s long distance message carrier, her work often overlapped with Zazu’s so they knew each other quite well. 
The last was picked by Ed and it was Subira, the lioness in charge of training young lionesses for their roles and for keeping discipline among the lionesses.

“Err…you sure Ed? She looks even more strict than Malkia.” Banzai asked, but Ed confirmed his pick. With all three lionesses chosen on each side, the contest was ready to begin. The rules and terms were restated. Rafiki found Mufasa’s condition of “whatever” rather vague and asked the king if he wished to change it. But even with the new line up of lionesses chosen, the king was still certain of his victory. 

Scar smirked as his brother foolishly left his son free game even after being generously given a life-line. “Are you ready, Simba?” he asked. He came to give his nephew a last minute pep-talk. 

“A bit nervous to be honest. I’ve been with males so far. I mean, I like the look of the lionesses too but…”

His uncle chuckled a bit. “Just remember this isn’t about yourself getting off, focus on them and don’t rush it, you know every good lay needs proper buildup.” Simba nodded and figured there couldn’t be too much difference. And his uncle was right, the hyenas liked it a lot more when both parties were feeling good throughout. The participating lions were called over.

“Just so we are clear.” Rafiki said “It is the first to [i]satisfy[/i] his three lionesses who wins.” Both lions nodded in agreement. They moved behind their respective trio and upon Rafiki’s word, they proceeded. 

While Mufasa wasted no time mounting Haki, Simba took his time and did some foreplay for Malkia who clearly had not experienced it before as she looked rather perplexed as he guided onto her back and began planting licks on her stomach and working his way down. 
Her stiff regal demeanor slowly melted away as the young lion proceeded. He found her sex and gave it more soft licks, now getting her to moan and purr. So often she was quickly mounted, it hadn’t occurred to Malkia that there could be a build up. Simba didn’t rush and though his methods weren’t perfect, she had no other experience to compare it to. 

Mufasa one the other hand was on top of Haki and pounding into her. He grunted from the pleasure but failed to listen to the lioness under him. She made sounds sure, it wasn’t on the same level. The king’s style of deep penetration and hard ruts feel incredible to him, but it was an ordeal for Haki, panting not from pleasure but from discomfort and from having to force herself to adjust to the sudden penetration and pounding.

Wepe and Nje stood alongside and they shared a look of dread, knowing they would be getting the same treatment soon. 

On the other side, Scar oversaw Simba’s progress. From a quick glance, it would appear that the younger lion was losing. Mufasa had already snarled and released, already moving onto the next while Simba was still licking, doing so faster and with more finesse. But the lioness’ condition was quite notable. 

Malkia was moaning out and even begging Simba for more, telling him where and how to lick. He did so, finding her taste pleasant. When finding those spots, he was rewarded with deeper purrs. Simba had almost forgotten about the contest, learning quite a bit as he continued. She was soon panting hard and announcing her limits. 
“I’m so…so close…Simba please mount me quick!” The lion did so and easily penetrated her slick sex and tried his best to hit the some spots as he had found with his tongue. As good as it felt to be surrounded by an already wet hole, Simba remembered to pace himself and give attention to both parties. He found those spots and to his surprise, it got tighter around him via a responding clench. Understanding his uncle’s advice, giving pleasure to Malkia gave him even more in return.
“Oh ancestors…I thought this kind of all-encompassing pleasurable love making was only for fairy tales…” Malkia moaned out unabashedly and Risala blushed and Subira looked secretly intrigued. Being the king’s son, they had expected more of the usual. But this was something different, and they found themselves rather excited to experience it for themselves. 

“We taught him well, huh?” Banzai chuckled, nudging Scar in the shoulder. The dark lion nodded and watched as a proud father as Simba melted the heart of one of the pride’s ice-queens. 

Simba was told to go faster and obliged but even then held back. He knew from mounting hyenas that pushing it all in at once could hurt. So he tested by gradually speeding the pace of his hips, stopping when Malkia moaned loudest, pushing up against him. It was surprising but he took it as a sign to go deeper as well, do that with care as well. At this point he was getting close to his limits, but could tell the lioness was just short of hers, focusing on his actions, moving just right and aiming for those spots. 

And it all paid off with a roar, a sudden rush of warmth and a tightness that pushed him past his own limits. The climax they shared was much stronger than what she had ever experienced Mufasa give, usually being forced out of her via pure stimulation. Waves of bliss enveloped the two, aided by the heat of their ejaculates. When he was done shooting, Simba took the time to caress Malkia and she surprised him by hugging him close and sharing a brief kiss with him.

“That was like a dream Simba…I am definitely more than satisfied…” Malkia sighed contently. Even after Simba left her carefully, being wary of his barbs, she felt a constant buzz of hazy pleasure. 

Haki had watched Simba as she stood unsatisfied. She was prepared to lie and say she was sated, expecting Simba to be no better. But when comparing his performance to the partner assigned to her… 
“Tsk…I will need at least another round, he didn’t even get me off…” For the sake of the contest, the lionesses were allowed to openly speak their minds, and she certainly did so.

Banzai and Ed laughed at the open admission. “The king may be big, but he doesn’t know how to use it.” Scar had to chuckle as well. One would think mating so many lionesses so many times, that Mufasa would have been an expert…

Mufasa was still rutting Wepe, who said nothing, just grunting as her sex was brutally pounded. There was hardly any pleasure, and she feared the need to take time off to recover. The king was of course put off by the hyena’s comment. To show off, he began to use Wepe roughly, humping into her with a sudden increase in power. She groaned as he humped her way too hard. The display didn’t impress the hyenas, rather they felt a sudden need to apologize for putting Wepe through that. 

It was thankfully over soon, with Mufasa pumping a load into her, pulling out roughly just as he was done making her hiss a bit at the discomfort. 
The huntress looked Mufasa dead in the eyes “Not only am I not satisfied, if I had been your mate I would [i]seriously [/i]have considered separating from you after that performance.” She let him know how blatantly disappointing his rutting had been rather than sugarcoat it. Mufasa tried to enter her again, but she snarled and swiped a paw at him, aching terribly now. 

She was excused from the contest altogether, and Rafiki took a moment to look her over, Ed taking his place temporarily. 

“That was the most unpleasant mating I think I ever had…” Wepe let the shaman know as he gently rubbed balm on her sore genitalia.

Nje broke her stance and looked the king in the eye. “If you even think about doing a repeat performance like that…” She unsheathed her claws as a warning and Mufasa gulped. For the first time, he mounted the lioness with care. 

Meanwhile, Simba had been teasing Risala. His tongue was a bit tired so he used his paw instead, rubbing over the lioness’ belly, stimulating her teats and moving closer to her snatch just as he did before with Malkia. She was already purring with anticipation, looking over at the comfortable expression that remained on Malkia’s face. 

A shudder ran through her as the paw rubbed carefully over her sex, doing going back and forth, applying just a bit of pressure. When he felt she was ready, Simba then eased a digit inside, doing so carefully as well. Risala’s eyes went wide as it was being inserted. It felt even better than expected, being heaven compared to the sudden and rough jabbing Mufasa preferred. 

“I don’t mind if you are a little rough…I got tons of stamina.” Risala encouraged the prince, it being the result of her duty as carrier and her long journeys. Simba nodded and sunk the rest of it inside. He tested with another digit, slowly pushing it alongside the first, rather than resistance, Risala’s legs spread, giving him more room. When both were inside, he began to move them, recalling his tongue’s movements. As per her request, the prince moved the digits in a rougher fashion. 

Risala moaned openly from the pawing. She was spread just right and it moved along just right. “Yes, just like that!” she encouraged. There wasn’t as much that Simba could do with his paw, but he managed quite well, picking up more as he continued. Going from pressing and dragging them along the same way, he got the idea to move both digits independently, wiggling them inside of the lioness, who moaned out louder. 

“Look at him go!” Banzai cheered, feeling some pride of his own. It was his preference of rougher treatment that likely inspired Simba’s current actions. The prince knew rougher didn’t mean brutish and that if his partner wanted it even more intense that she would ask for it.

“AH! Fuck! This has to be the most loving attention I have gotten since I laid with that exiled prince in the backlands.” Risala openly let her secret be known exploiting the fact that anything she said or revealed couldn’t be held against her right now. Her journeys sometimes took her far beyond the pridelands and she had been so needy at the time and the drifter had been so charming… If it wasn’t her position's benefits and her duty, she would have gladly ran away with him.

Ed winced, “Yeah…[i]ouch[/i]…at this point I am pretty sure Mufasa’s manly pride is mortally wounded…yeesh.” Banzai commented. Scar was honestly speechless for a moment or two. He hadn’t considered that others besides him and Simba were going beyond the Pride Lands for fulfillment. 

“I… I’m ready! Take me, prince!” Her need was clear by the tone, being a near demand rather than a request. But Simba was ready to act either way, easing his digits out before mounting Risala. He shared that excitement and knowing what she liked, he entered her roughly. This was met with further praise. 

Keeping in mind the difference between being rough and just plain brutal, Simba began to move his hips, starting out with more speed and power than he did with Malkia. She yowled out, but it was an exclamation of pure bliss. Her claws came out, but dragged across the ground, raking short lines in the dirt. Permission was given to treat her rougher. 

Simba weighed some options and chose to reach ahead, taking her scruff into his jaws, biting down with restraint. It was rather surprising how similar she was to Banzai. Looking over, he noticed that the hyena in question was watching rather closely, perhaps he was taken with the lioness that shared his tastes?

“Now this is what I mean by rough!” Risala’s words were directed at Mufasa. It was liberating to not only get what she wanted, but to shout her complaints to the king directly. 

Speaking of Mufasa, between the confessions and the threat given by Nje, he was finally watching his pace. But now he was being too careful, not bringing any thrill to the mating. If it wasn’t for the passive stimulation of her walls being rubbed, the lioness would have felt the urge to yawn and stretch. Indeed, for the spectators, the two sides were like night and day. 

“Push it in deeper!” the carrier-lioness called, lifting her hindquarters to make access even easier. She was a clawing and yowling mess, experiencing more pleasure than she had with the banished prince. For once, she came across a lion that wasn’t focused on his own pleasure first. He reached deeper, just as asked, making her cry out yet again. 

Faster than expected, the lioness was brought to release. She purred deeply, her juices splashing around Simba’s length. He paused for a moment, but she pressed against him. “No…No, keep going.” Her moans continued as the prince humped through her climax, soon reaching his own to finish it all off. 

“If Ayo ever comes around again I am making him take lessons from you…ooooh…” Risala laid down after Simba got off her and in her tired and pleasured stupor closed her eyes and fell asleep.

“I think we can call that another satisfied one.” Scar noted to the shaman who concurred.  

Going at an almost slow and careful pace the entire time, Mufasa finished inside of Nje. He attempted to pull out right after but a growl from the lioness made him think twice. It was only now that he took notice of Simba’s methods. But rather than learning something from it, the king was confused as to why his son was wasting so much time. 

When his length softened, Mufasa finally pulled out. “And how was it?” Banzai asked. 

“Meh,” the dark pelted lioness shrugged. “I’m just glad I can walk away without a limp or needing medical aid.” The spectators shared a bit of laughter, much to the king’s dismay. But he put it out of his mind, waiting to hear the final score. Surely his efficiency in breeding all three counted for something. 

The only lioness left was Subira whom Mufasa knew would be hard to please. He expected her to be a deciding factor, completely neglecting his two unsatisfied lionesses and the one now on medical leave. 

Simba approached the final lioness but she held up a paw, stepping out of the line. “I’ve seen enough to know you are accomplished when it comes to mating…” She paused and Simba wasn’t sure if he was meant to thank her for the compliment/observation. “But have you any experience in giving control to another?” The prince nodded, recalling the many times he offered himself to the hyenas. 

“I see. From what I understand, you’re referring to males exclusively. Am I correct?” Again Simba nodded in response to the lioness’ questions. Finally, she approached now wearing a smile that broke her cold and hard demeanor. “Then allow me to instruct you on a new form of mating.”

She was full of excitement. This was something Subira always wanted to try but never could before. Mufasa’s insistence to be the one mounting no matter what denied her the chance time and time again. Rather than being the one making the first move, the lioness was upon him, using her paws to guide him to the ground. 

He was then on his back while he leaned down, soon pressing her tongue to the prince’s semi-hard. Her tongue was quite a bit rougher than a hyena tongue, but she was very careful not to scrape the sensitive flesh. Simba moaned from the licking. The lioness was clearly experienced in her own right, doing well to get him erect again. She only continued from there, giving more slow and careful licks, moving in to caress the tip with her soft lips. 

Banzai was trying to watch but the sounds from Ed continued to distract him. After a full minute, he looked at his first to see what the matter was.
“Ed!” Banzai groaned in annoyance. The other hyena was leaning back, a paw reaching between his hindlegs, stroking along his length as he watched the scene before them. Banzai wanted to scold his friend, but the thought had come to him more than a few times. And at this point, his own shaft was aching with need. 

He leaned over to see if Scar had noticed as well. But to his added shock, the dark lion was doing the same, running his paw along his length. How long had the dark lion been doing this? Scar’s cock was rather messy and there were streaks of seed already marking the earth in front of him. 
“Ah what the heck…” Banzai began to pleasure himself as well to the unfolding scene.

Being on the receiving end of foreplay, Simba moaned and squirmed a bit from the warm maw engulfing his shaft, he had gotten used to the rough texture, signalling with a small hump against the broad tongue. Subira put more pressure with her tongue, moving it a bit faster as well. 

“Aah! It’s really warm. Feels so good too,” Simba moaned, voicing his enjoyment of the acts done upon him. It didn’t last much longer, much to his disappointment, but the lioness chuckled. 

“Don’t worry. We’re just getting started,” Subira assured. She was easing her body on top of Simba’s grinding her sex over the erect shaft. He shuddered from the sensation and watched as she eased up a bit higher, enough to touch her entrance to his tip. 

“Ready?” she asked, meeting his gaze with her own. Simba nodded and then moaned as his cock was engulfed in warmth and softness. 

Mufasa watched with annoyance. He was ready for the winner to be declared. But his son was wasting time, letting a lioness sit on him and dictate the pace rather than mounting and breeding her. 

While grinding on the prince, the disciplinary lioness was directing Simba on what to do, completely reversing their roles. He was told to hump softly, timing them to match with her small bounces. With light grunts, Simba worked his lower half. He missed the timing the first few times but once he got the hang of it, the two of them shared a moan. 

“Mhmm… Right there. Match my timing and see if you can keep up when we go faster,” she alluded. Simba panted as he nodded. He had been ridden by hyenas before, but these sensations were rather unique. Lionesses were heavier for one. And the pace was set by her, it being up to him to keep up. 
Although he was pinned down, Simba had enough room and control to not only keep the pace but find those spots that gave the other lionesses added pleasure. Subria moaned in surprise but smirked knowing that the prince was learning.

Of course she was basking in the thrill and pleasure of taking control, living out the fantasies for the first time. Without warning, the pace was increased. Simba felt this and made the effort to increase his own. A chuckle came from the young prince’s focus returning. She wouldn’t let Simba get [i]too [/i]comfortable. 

The mating played out, with the pace being gradually sped up. As it had, Subira became more vocal, falling out of her stern demeanor more and more. She began praising the prince for adapting so quickly and keeping up with her even after having gone two rounds already.

“Wow…” Malkia muttered to Haki. “That’s the most open praise I think I have ever heard her give anyone.” Usually Subira was more focused on flaws than positives, but with sex this good perhaps it had improved her mood?

It wouldn’t be much longer until the strict lioness was actually crying out, praising Simba for how good it felt. They were rocking their bodies against each other. Simba was slamming himself inside as he kept the pace, panting from both pleasure and effort. Those same efforts were rewarded in the form of pure pleasure, grinding his length against the warm tightness. 

Watching the entire time, Banzai groaned as he came, sighing deeply from the relief that washed over him. Ed and Scar helped paw each other off and reached their second climax, making the earth in front of them quite messy with countless strings of cum. The sight was much more arousing than expected, being too good for them to ignore their own erections. 

Subira’s voice was rather pitched as she bounced up and down with speed, being matched by Simba’s growls, sounding much like an adult lion. He held onto the lioness, holding back his climax until she reached her own. It was quite a bit of work, making him sweat a bit. But the fast pace gave him the advantage of striking sweet spots in continuous, rapid successions. 

“Great kings!” Subira yowled, throwing her head back as she yelled, the strongest climax of her life engulfing her. It was just in time too. Just as she did, Simba snarled and trembled as he came hard inside of the clenching passage. As their fluids mixed together, the both of them finally settled down, panting and holding each other.

“*[i]Pant[/i]* Top marks…class dismissed…” Subira mildly joked as they cuddled for a moment 

“Can we [i]please[/i] tally the vote?” Mufasa called, ruining the pleasant atmosphere. 

“Yes, let’s…” Scar grunted, lapping the mess from his paw. He didn’t know why his brother was so eager, it was clear to everyone that he lost. 

Rafiki gathered the lionesses to hear their testimonies. Luckily the results were of the same degree more or less, especially in Mufasa’s case, clear as day. It was done quicker than expected, meaning there wasn’t much of a wait to hear the results. Everyone else was gathered. Mufasa was front and center, still looking certain even after his clearly less than stellar performance.

[i]Yes they had complained, but they must all have really secretly loved it…right?[/i] Mufasa assured himself. The lionesses couldn’t have meant what they said. Perhaps they were just pretending to not hurt the young prince’s feelings…

Zazu cleared his throat to announce the results. Rafiki was originally meant to do it, but Scar requested the majordomo do the honors. The hornbill was clearly reluctant but had sworn to honor the results. “After the lionesses' testimonies for each lion, the winner of the contest is… Prince Simba!”

It was no surprise to everyone else but Mufasa, who looked more than a little shocked. “Wait, you mean I lost?” He called for a recount but the results were the same. “Ugh! I want to hear from the lionesses themselves!”

That wasn’t a wise decision, it was clear they were holding back during the contest. As per the king’s request they let their full vitriol be known, especially Wepe, who still felt a dull ache between her hindlegs. 
The trio tore the wounded remains of the king’s manly pride to shreds with their words mercilessly. 

“And we won’t take it anymore!” Nje added. And the other lionesses were on her side. Not that she needed the support of the lionesses that previously shunned her, but she used it all the same. They asked the other lionesses that weren’t part of the contest and the outcry against Mufasa’s treatment of them became more and more vocal. 
They had all thought their issues with his approach was only something they had individually and so dared not bring it up in fear of being ostracized, but now it was clear it was a widespread problem. 

The king had seemed to dig his own grave, the hoard of lionesses coming for him. But coming to his aid was his brother. But this wasn't out of the kindness of Scar’s heart. He needed his brother alive to honor his part of the wager and he didn’t wanna gamble if the irate lionesses would rough him up too badly in payback that he might succumb to the injuries. 

“Thank you, Scar…” Mufasa said, but his brother smirked when they were atop Pride Rock. 

“Oh, don’t thank me yet. After all, I believe the terms of Simba’s victory were ‘whatever,’ am I correct?” the dark lion asked smugly. 

“You can’t expect me to- Ow!” Rafiki made his appearance be known, giving the king a whack on the head for trying to go back on his word. 

“I tried to warn you about changing the terms,” the mandrill scolded. This was purely the king’s own arrogance coming back to bite him in the tail. 

“Grr. Fine. What are the terms?” Mufasa said. Simba caught up just in time, wearing a smile of excitement. 

“That is up to Simba to decide,” Rafiki stated. 

To be continued...