The Pridelanders could breathe a sigh of relief thanks to Sora and his friends. The mysterious young lion came just when they needed help most, assisting in the ultimate downfall of Scar and the rightful placement of Simba as the land’s king. Sora was very happy to help but from the moment he took on the new form of a lion, there was a weird feeling at first. And during the fight with the heartless possessed Scar, the young feline could feel his exposed bits bouncing, sending tingles through his body. 

At the time, it had to be ignored for the sake of stopping the foe, but with everything settled down, Sora  was now left to focus on the flaring feelings once more. It was different but there was no doubt of what it meant. He felt hot between his hindlegs, not used to them just being out in the open. And more often than preferred, an erection would stand firm from his sheath. With no immediate threat to distract him, Sora was left to stand a bit farther than everyone else, hoping they would not see. But eventually it was too much to ignore, getting the cub to sneak away and take care of himself. 

“Ugh! C-come on!” Sora huffed to himself. He had retreated to the jungle for some privacy. At that moment the feline was leaning against a tree. His frustration grew from his attempts to tease himself. It became apparent that paws didn’t work the same way as hands. Bumping and grinding his rough pawpaw against his cock brought very little pleasure, it just made him even more pent up and desperate. 

“Sora! There you are!” the cub nearly jumped out of his pelt. Having raced up to him was Simba himself. The king stopped in his tracks, catching the other feline in a rather interesting position. “Oh…”

“S-Simba!” Sora was quick to cover his twitching erection with his paws. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at Pride Rock?”

“I was worried about you,” the older lion admitted. “At first I noticed the look on your face but before I could ask if something was wrong, you were suddenly running off by yourself. But now I understand what’s going on.”

“What is going on?” Sora asked, the desperation being clear enough to hear in his voice. 

“It’s the need to mate. For us lions it can get really strong,” Simba informed. He then chuckled. “Why do you think lions surround themselves with so many lionesses?” 

The other feline gained a new understanding but that still left him with a needing and throbbing shaft. 

“The pride is full of lionesses, you could even find one your age,” the new king offered. “Or. If you can’t wait that long, I could help you instead.”

The younger male’s eyes widened. Was the lust making him hear things? “Wait, what..?”

“Why not,” Simba shrugged, his carefree side shining through. “I think you're cute in that body and it's just the two of us here. I won't tell anyone if you don't. It can be our secret…” To make the point quite clear, he walked up to Sora, standing just over the smaller feline, giving him a sudden lick across the muzzle. 

In truth, the lion had taken an interest in the hero from another land. Though he understood Sora wasn’t truly a lion, the body he was in was rather attractive to him. As they fought side by side, he caught glimpses of the cub’s bits. When seeing Sora run off, Simba also saw his chance…

Easing himself over the surprised lion, the newly crowned king gave another lick to the muzzle, keeping his tongue there to press inside of Sora’s mouth. Though shocked from the action already starting, the keyblade wielder began to succumb to his lion body’s instincts. He could taste Simba and feel the warmth of their tongues touching before slowly rubbing against the other. Shuddering from the building excitement within him, Sora fully embraced the kiss and worked his tongue in tandem with the bigger one, further basking in the unique feelings that came over him for the first time in this new body. They moaned into each other's mouth, feeling the passion building until neither of them could stand it any longer... 

Simba pulled away, leaving the both of them panting. He lifted his body, enough to make his own erection clear enough to see. A gasp came from the cub, bearing witness to a feline shaft both thicker and longer than his own. It throbbed for attention just like his own. “So, wanna keep going?” The other feline was quick to nod. “Then move your paws and keep your hindlegs spread. I’m gonna show you how lions take care of each other…”

Sora watched as the older lion stepped back a bit, lowering his body to lie down on the soft grass of the jungle floor. A small purr came from the king as he eyed the cub’s cock. He started out by brushing the fur of his muzzle against it, making the otherworldly lion twitch and grunt. A unique kind of pleasure came from the soft fur grinding along his length, going up and down slowly. Moaning softly, Sora began to relax, fully allowing the bigger predator to take control. 

“Mmm…” Quickly replacing the next nuzzle was instead a slow lick. Simba hummed from the taste of precum that immediately smeared over his taste buds. Despite his young form, Sora had a good length on himself, being bigger than what an actual cub his age would have. It twitched against his lips, dripping and smearing more precum over them. The taste was good too, having the light bitterness of a virile male. Licking it up from his muzzle gave him another full taste and something warm to swallow down. With a want for more, Simba began to steadily lick, following one up with another right after. 

His tail flicked in amusement upon hearing the mewls and soft growls of pleasure. Him licking and rubbing his face over the shaft got it sticky and damp with more precum. Now he was full of need as well, wanting to go further with his actions. The licking paused so Simba could lift his muzzle up to wrap a pair of soft lips around the leaky tip, directly feeding him the tasty substance. After a bit of suckling right from the source, the king began to pleasure Sora as promised, pushing his muzzle down to take in the impressively sized cock. 

The experience he gained from Timon and Pumbaa allowed him to take in the entire thing. He smirked around the hot flesh, hearing Sora make a chirp-like sound, clearly never experiencing something like this before. A moment was taken to swirl his rough tongue around the girth, getting a good feel of it in his mouth. On the other end of it, the keyblade wielder couldn’t hold back his moans. It was surprising how good a spiny tongue could feel. Their eyes met as Simba started to bob his head up and down, making more muffled hums of delight. Each pull upwards and push down was joined by the sounds of wet suckles and a soft groan from the tip nearly jabbing the back of his throat. 

“Oh! Simba this is...incredible. It feels so good. Please… K-keep going…” Sora grunted from a lick to the barbs along the tip of his cock, then being teased sent extra strong tingles through his body, making him shudder against the tree.

Purring from the compliment, more effort was put into the older male’s actions. In addition to moving his head faster, the broad and hot tongue was twirling and dragging along with more pressure. Doing this brought him a sense of comfort, harking back to his first sexual lesson with his own father, suckling on past king’s meat, earning his father’s praise and an unexpected mouthful…

The precum was oozing out steadily now, slathering his tongue in the flavorful stickiness. It was swallowed down with vigor, warming the king’s throat as it slid down into his stomach. 

“Ahh! I can’t take much more, Simba. It’s gonna…” He threw his head back and yowled, being pulled into a strong climax. The mouth around his cock didn’t let up, milking hot ropes of his cum with continued licks and sucks. Sora shook from the overwhelming pleasure, spurting his release into the purring lion’s muzzle. It was gulped down, much to the king’s delight. The flavor was even stronger and the added warmth brought him a sense of satisfaction. Having been pent up, Sora fired off quite the load but Simba impressively caught it all, not spilling a drop until it all ceased, ending with the younger male sighing deeply in relief. 

Lifting himself up and giving a final gulp, Simba sighed and smiled. “So, what do you think? I’m willing to do more if you are.”

“Y-yeah,” Sora nodded. “I sure am.”

“Good. Because now it’s your turn. One favor deserves another and sucking on you got me all excited,” he stepped to the side, allowing Sora to see the full length of his majestic cock. The younger male gasped as he gazed at the sheer length and thickness. He gulped, feeling a rush of excitement yet intimidation. “So come over here and suck on it, just like I did.”

They essentially traded places, with Sora on his paws approaching the now sitting Simba. He spread his hindlegs, letting his prominent cock twitch and leak heavily. The keyblade wielder was more than a little nervous but it was only fair. This would be his first time with another male and on top of that he would be pleasuring someone with much to work with. 

Sora got low, hovering his face just over the king’s bits, staring down his plump golden balls. His nose picked up the scent of an excited male. It was surprisingly enticing, giving him the encouragement to lean in even closer. His nose touched the warm furry globes, being much bigger than his own. They sacked heavily on the bridge of his muzzle, being clearly heavy with seed waiting to be expelled. 

“Do you like them?” Simba asked, feeling the light pleasure of another lion’s fur grinding against his sack. Upon getting a nod he chuckled and reached down to pet Sora’s head. “Then how about giving them a few licks?”

Blushing a bit, the younger feline found the suggestion rather appealing. Pulling back and letting the sack dangle without support, he pressed his muzzle to it and slowly stuck his tongue out, lapping over it gingerly. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but it wasn’t bad at all. They were warm against the surface of his tongue, churning a bit from the stimulation. On top of it all, a delighted groan came from the king, making Sora more certain of himself. 

“Oh yeah…” Simba moaned. The licks to his balls became more steady. Though he enjoyed when Timon or Pumbaa did it, there was something extra pleasurable about another feline tongue combing through his pelt, stimulating his sensitive orbs directly. It was clear enough to feel that the younger lion was steadily gaining confidence and experience, the tongue's touches becoming smoother the longer it went on. 

Sora found a sense of enjoyment from his actions. Though he received no pleasure himself, there was an excitement that came from running his tongue along another male’s bits, knowing it brought him pleasure. Digging into the fur, he could taste the bit of sweat from their earlier fight against Scar. With a few more drags, he cleaned it all up leaving just the bigger male’s natural mating scent, being no less enticing. 

Simba talked Sora through it, suggesting and directing the younger male on how to kiss and lick his balls. Once he got his fill of that, it was finally time for the brown furred lion to move onto the mighty shaft. Sora was more eager to take it on, starting by licking at the cock’s base, smearing the mess of precum onto his nose and lips, taking in the strong smell and taste. 

“Very good…” Simba purred. “Clean up the mess…” He felt the smaller tongue twirling and sliding across his inches, steadily lapping up the excess of his precum, slowly making his way until his muzzle was at the time, allowing the pointed start to slide in past his lips. 

“Just let it in…” the king groaned. “Take as much as you can…” He purred deeply from the snug cub mouth that wrapped around his cock. It pulsed hard in response to the textured tongue that lapped along his underside. Sora seemed to learn from what the king did to him before, using those repeated actions on the older male. The otherworldly lion forced himself to take things slow, having his muzzle stuffed full of hot rigid flesh. Simba’s groans were getting even louder as he took more and more. But at some point, he reached his limit, being unable to fit any more inside. 

“Now keep licking. But move your head back and forth like I did,” Simba instructed. A grin of pleasure spread across the king’s muzzle when he felt the mouth sailing back and forth. Though not as smooth as his own motions, it was more than enough to make the king purr and grunt from the sensations. Though Sora had no experience in servicing any males, he did steadily adjust to the task ahead of him, wrapping his lips around the hard flesh, keeping his tongue twirling and lapping while he pushed his head up and down, feeling his muzzle being filled completely over and over. 

Simba let out a deep growl as a pace was set. His treatment was a bit rough but still controlled, lightly humping into the soft muzzle that sucked him off. Sora groaned from the shaft being pushed a bit deeper than he could handle but it was pulled back right after, leaving him able to endure. Like he had before, the length was leaking heavily into his muzzle, constantly feeding him the heavy taste of an adult lion’s potent fluids. 

“Ooah… Mmngh… Good…”

His paw came down to guide Sora’s head. Lifting it up and down, he took control in getting the younger male to service his cock, taking even more of it inside of the hot muzzle. His shaft was slathered in a mix of pre and saliva, pulsing hard as he continued to leak, feeling the pleasure rising higher and higher. 

“Don’t slow down. I’m almost there…” Simba grunted.

Sora couldn’t directly respond but he tried his best to work in tandem with the paw moving his head along the length. The growls of pleasure were getting deeper as Simba arched his back, hissing through clenched teeth. He gave into the carnal delights of being serviced by another, enjoying the soft yet rough muscle that continued to tease his sensitive flesh, running over his barbs and taking nearly every inch he had. His own small humps were getting faster and a low murr rose from his throat. 

“Aah!! Here it comes! Nnngh!!”

Sora was kept in place by the heavy paw. The leading lion’s balls drew up as he thrust a final time. His purrs continued as he spurt streams of fresh lion cum into the other male’s muzzle. It was gulped down, but the amount wasn’t easy to keep up with. Simba’s climactic moans filled his ears and his other senses were consumed as well. In his nose was the continued masculine scent, his tongue was struck with the heavy salty tease, having a bit of sweetness from jungle fruits. Warmth spread through him as the thick fluid ran smooth down his throat, filling up his stomach…

“So good…” Simba huffed, letting Sora go as he reeled his hips in, pulling his spent cock free from the messy muzzle. “Heh. Sorry about the mess.” He leaned down and began to lick up his own fluids, leaving Sora’s muzzle neat and clean again. “That should take care of your needs.”

Having their own things to take care of, they both soon parted ways but the experience was fixed in Sora's mind for some time…

He did return to the Pride Lands, being invited to a celebration. Sora did show up again in his lion form and enjoyed himself, participating in the festivities with the others. 

“Sora,” Simba said upon finding him. Despite the positive setting, the king looked a bit bothered. “I’ve been waiting for you. I need your body. Follow me.” The visiting lion was a bit confused but followed the king’s command. After a bit of a walk, they ended back in the spot. In the jungle, in front of the very same tree. 

“Um. I’m not really in the mood,” Sora admitted. “But I appreciate the offer…”

“Well I am in the mood,” Simba countered. “There are no other males in the Pride Lands so I have no choice but to wait until your visits. Now come and please your king if you want to return before the celebration ends.” He was now the one in a needy state but being an adult lion drove the king to act more aggressive and commanding, ready to finally sate his needs and desires. 

The cub hesitated so Simba attempted to entice him, making a display of himself by stretching and spreading his legs, showing off his ready cock while slowly licking his lips. Sora shuddered and felt his own shaft rising. It didn’t take much to get his lion form riled up. The king smirked as he approached, more than ready to start. 

In a sudden motion, the brown lion was pounced on and pinned. In their position, both males were pointing their cocks at each other’s muzzles. Simba acted first to further encourage the younger predator. His sights weren’t on the twitching cock but rather the waiting hole just underneath. He went right for it, making Sora’s eyes go wide. Licking between another male’s legs was something in itself, but the touching of his virgin tailhole left him truly shaken for a few moments. 

While lapping at the soft entrance, Simba took advantage by pushing his hips down, wedging his cock into the snug muzzle. His groan echoed throughout the jungle’s depths. Taking full control he both twirled his tongue over the soft pucker while also humping the equally soft and warm mouth, already streaking the textured surface with his precum. 

Sora kept getting distracted by the stimulation on his backside. Every lick of the prickly tongue sent unique shivers through his body. He trembled and his moans were muffled by the fat lion cock. Then came the spreading and filling of his ass. The thick and hot tongue pushed its way inside, wasting no time in grinding along his untouched walls, smearing them in his hot spit while also rubbing them with the spines. 

It felt so good pushing his cock into the other male’s mouth, rubbing it against the small tongue. Sora was at least keeping his lips wrapped around as he continuously moaned from the anal penetration. This made the king all the more excited. Although he had been content to pump the otherworldly lion’s mouth full of his seed, this time he was wanting for much more. He wanted Sora to stick around in the Pride Lands, to become his newest and most favorite lioness…

“Mmph… Mmm…. Rrgh! Aaah…” Sora’s moans reached the open air when the shaft pulled out, being connected to his lips by strings of saliva. The tongue had also pulled out of him, leaving the cub to feel a strange sort of emptiness under his tail. His rim clenched and a sudden feeling of need was upon him once more. 

Being quick to turn around, Simba did the same for Sora, rolling his body over. Still being stuck by the lingering pleasure, the younger feline didn’t move away. Taking the change, the king eased his bigger body on top. 

“H-huh?” Sora gasped, feeling the weight on his back and the prodding underneath his tail. Finally catching on, he attempted to get away but was quickly pinned down by the weight. His struggling ceased when he felt the warm tip touching and then sinking into his tailhole. The new form of pleasure made his actions cease altogether. A long winded moan escaped him. 

“S-Simba..! Aaagh!” Steadily the thick cock pushed its way inside, forcing his virgin ass to stretch around it, being made to take it all one way or another. He wasn’t strong enough to stop it, realizing that when the shaft pushed right through a reflexive squeeze. 

Simba groaned in sheer delight, putting more weight down as nearly all of himself was inserted. “Just a bit more…”

Just feeling the nearly too tight and warm hole wrapped around his length was enough to make him lose sense, giving into his feral instincts. He truly saw Sora was one of his lionesses and was now set to properly breed them into the pride’s ranks. With a growl, he made the first thrust into the tight softness, forcing the depths to accommodate his size. Under him was a groaning and squirming cub, making sounds of both pleasure and discomfort. All he needed was a bit more stretching out…

A groan of relief came as he made the final rough push, burying himself to the hilt, smacking his large balls against Sora’s. He held himself there, making sure his lionesses could feel every inch pulsing and leaking inside of him. And at the same time he enjoyed the steady soft squeezes down on his girth. 

“Can you feel it, Sora?” Simba asked. As much as he wanted to pound hard into the supple flesh, there was enough self control to give his partner the chance to adjust to him. “How does my cock feel inside of you?” 

“Mmmrgh!” The cub groaned out as the shaft was pulled back, leaving him to only answer with a shaky moan. The pull back was slow but Sora still cried out in response, shuddering as the barbs rubbed against his tender walls, sending jolts through his body. It was so big, still stretching him as it pushed back into his depths. The shock was wearing off, giving way for the full force of pleasure, engulfing him upon the next thrust, stemming from a certain spot inside being touched and rolled over. 

An unexpected purr rose from his throat. The pain had subsided completely and the following pull back allowed him to feel that full wave of pleasure. It was so warm, even warmer than it had been in his mouth. With each slow rock back and forth, he could feel the hot splashes of precum, marking his anal lining. More noises came from him, grunts and moans but they were sounds of pure enjoyment, unable to be held back. 

Simba heard this and let a smile spread across his muzzle. Now that Sora was properly adjusted, his hips dared to rock faster. The sounds from the other lion grew louder still, him trembling underneath the king and panting hard as his own untouched cock bobbed and began to dribble onto the grass they stood over. He couldn’t see the cub’s face but it wasn’t hard to imagine his eyes shut tight or his fangs grit in response to his motions. If that was the case, then the pair of lions were practically sharing their feelings. Simba openly basked in the sensations, shuddering and gritting his fangs upon every squeeze down on the soft hole, giving him even more pressure to hump into.

Then came something even he wasn’t expecting: there was a push back against him. Digging his claws into the ground, Sora was actually pushing his hindquarters towards the king, even going as far as to rock his body a bit, doing so in time with the incoming ruts. 

“I have to be honest with you Sora. I don’t think I can keep holding back much longer...”

“Mmm... I think I can handle it. If this is what true lion mating is like then I want more of it...” Sora surprised himself but he simply spoke aloud what he felt deep inside. His cock swung and thumped against his lower belly, marking himself in his own fluids. Now he was very glad he followed the king all the way here. To make his point clear he gave a great push back of his body, hissing as he speared himself on every inch the bigger lion had. 

“That’ll make you one of my lionesses? Are you ready for that title?” Simba challenged, giving a strong hump in return, taking the younger lion’s breath away for a moment. “I want to hear you say it..!”

The grip on his body was increased and so was the speed of the shaft’s pumps. He could feel it striking those certain spots repeatedly. His legs shook and he nearly crumpled to the ground. Panting hard, Sora kept himself steady but now he was getting a real taste of Simba getting serious. The king was no longer holding back, grunting deeply as he purposely struck areas that would reduce his friend to nothing more than a wailing mess. 

“Ah...! I’m... I’m a lioness!” Sora called, loud enough for his voice to echo throughout the jungle. Having what he wanted to hear, the older lion began to thrust regularly, snarling as he rolled his hips, grinding his wet shaft along the silky walls in unending succession. His rumbling voice shook the cub’s own body, also filling his body with the warmth of his productive balls’ precum. 

Simba snarled, feeling the rise of pleasure. His instincts drove him to reach down, taking the keyblade wielder’s scruff into his mouth to firmly hold his new lioness in place. Sora was caught off guard by that at first but then had something entirely new to focus on. Joining the speed of the ruts was the king’s strength, ramming the fat cock deep and hard into him over and over. The weight on him and the holding bite kept Sora’s body from being flung by the sheer force of each round. Coming from the cub was a rather deep guttural snarl, sounding almost like a roar. The bigger male was now plowing his ass with both immense speed and force. 

Their balls smacked together and every sound came with the messy sound of the precum-lubed shaft slamming in and out relentlessly. Sora was overwhelmed from it all, only being able to moan and drag his claws across the earth, shaking the whole time. His insides were radiating with warmth and the sheer filling was joined with those barbs teasing his walls, getting them to clench down, giving him an added burst of heightened sensations. 

“You love my cock, huh?” Simba growled. “I’m gonna cum and pump you full of my kits. Are you ready for that?” 

“Gaah... I’m... I-I’m ready... I wanna feel you shoot it all inside of me!” Sora admitted. His body was flaring hot from it all, pulsing all at once. The grass underneath him was a mess from his heavy oozing of precum, being milked from the endless pressure put on his prostate. He wasn’t sure how much he could take, but Sora was determined to at least stand firm until Simba finished...

The wait wasn’t long at all. With Sora saying what he wanted to hear, the king drove himself home, rutting with full force until he gave a mighty final shove, roaring out as he hilted every inch inside, keeping his churning sack pressed close to Sora’s. Another roar-like sound had come but was drowned out by the older feline. The cub’s own climax was drowned out by the sheer flood of hot seed gushing into his tailhole, solidifying his first breeding. Small humps were given, milking as much as those fat balls could give. The flaring barbs scratched at Sora’s walls but didn’t hurt thanks to the excess of slimy fluids. His own orgasm was extended by the feeling, leaving the younger male speechless as he shot more than he ever had before, making a huge mess of his own. 

Both lions had eventually come down from the highs of their lust. Simba had apologized for losing himself in the moment. Sora assured that he had fun and enjoyed every moment of it. The king was still sorry to inform the visitor that the celebration was over by now. Above them were the shimmering stars that signified late night. 

“This was amazing but...” Sora sighed. “I’ll have to leave soon. Sorry that I can’t stick around and be your favorite lioness.”

Simba just chuckled and ruffled Sora’s mane with his paw. “That’s okay. That was just some dirty talk to spice things up. You can come back anytime you want. You’ll always have a place in the pride, and that includes being my lioness for the day.”

“I’ll certainly keep that in mind,” Sora chuckled before sighing. For now, he was too tired to make the journey. Rather he cuddled close to Simba, watching the stars with him until he drifted off to sleep...