[center][b]To Stay With The Pride[/b][/center]

[center]By Kaydrien Iceclaw[/center]





“Are you sure you want to stay with the pride, Lateef?” Ade nuzzled at his son’s ruff. Just barely into adulthood, the younger lion’s neck had only light scruffy beginnings of a mane. “You can still leave. There won’t be any going back after this.”

Lateef leaned into his father’s grooming with the softest little purr he could muster, soaking in the gentleness of the other male’s tone. He responded a moment later. “I couldn’t come back if I left, either…”

“Of course you could.” On four wide paws Ade stepped back and circled his son, inspecting the young male. “You’re young and strong. You can make it on your own for a few years, return and-“

A paw batted onto his muzzle softly to interrupt the encouragement. In truth Ade’s tone had been less certain than he was trying for. Lateef, slender and gentle, met his eyes grateful but unmoved by the halfhearted attempt. “I’m not that strong.”

His father ducked back away from the silencing pawpads, trying one more time. “You could-“

Once more he was interrupted. This time Lateef pounced lightly onto him, wrapping forepaws around his father’s thick mane in a hug. 

“I don’t want to go find another pride, either.” He buried his muzzle deeply into Ade’s rich fur, snuffling in his father’s masculine scent. “I don’t want to leave [i]you[/i]. So I can’t, either way. Don’t worry about me. I’m sure.”

The older lion held still, allowing the embrace to continue against instinct. “Then that’s all there is to say. Over there, that’s where we found the bugs yesterday.”

Lateef dropped down to all fours once more and backed up, giving his father the wan, closed-mouth feline smile. He turned to face away. Deliberately his haunches swung back at the older lion. His young balls swung impudently under the raised tail, the youngster grinning back at his father. “I knoooow dad. Come on, let’s get this over with.”

Ade snorted, bounding after his son toward the little ridge the pride had located the day before. It was a bit of a trek to the area they had scouted out. Not near the den at all- which, as far as any reasonable lion was concerned was just as well. If Lateef didn’t have particular need for what the object of their search, further would have been even better.

During the walk both of them caught glimpses of movement in the long grass. Tawny fur, moving the same direction they were. Staying out of sight but close enough to keep tabs on the pair. Those would be the lionesses, keeping an eye on them. Neither of the males paid them any attention for now. This was a matter for them alone.

Eventually they reached the place, a jagged bluff that rose up over the short scrabble of the savannah. Exchanging a glance they split up, eyes downward to scan the dust and scree around the base of the ridge.

A few minutes of searching got results. Ade found what they were looking for, perhaps because he was more alert to the possibility of being found first. “Here it is.”

Lateef bounded over to his father, skidding to a stop a few strides behind him. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” The older lion scrutinized the insect down at his feet, muscles tense to leap away if needed. About the size of a toe pad. Vibrant blue-green, with a little diamond pattern on the back. And vicious looking mandibles frankly too large for the rest of it. Ade went back on his earlier statement to add, “Last chance to back out.”

“I told you, I’m sure.” Lateef said, a little exasperated. “There can’t be two grown lions in the pride… You almost went for me the other day.”

Ade backed away from the bug before he allowed himself to wince. “You were too close to Salma.”

His son snorted at him, shuffling past to look at the little bug closer himself. “I wasn’t doing anything. You know I’m not that interested.”

“You’re going to be.” 

Lateef rolled his eyes, being of a different opinion on that. But then, instinct was instinct. And he had caught himself thinking certain thoughts on his own, if not seriously. Maybe in another season or two he might get snappish at Ade, find himself considering making a play for the pride. He didn’t really want that, he thought, but that was beside the point in any case. Ade was [i]definitely[/i] starting to find it awkward to have him around whether he wanted to or not.

You could only have one male in the pride. Maybe two if they were brothers and had taken it from their predecessor together, and been especially close for a long time before that to boot. Almost always, however, instinct had its say even when tradition did not. As many females as the territory could support could live and socialize and play together with one another with no problem- and ‘play’ could be as salacious a euphemism as the ladies were inclined, a male lion hadn’t been born who objected to that. But mere proximity of another male to the pride would inevitably rouse a lion to possessive frenzy.

However… though rarely used, there was a workaround.

“Will you hold it for me?” Lateef asked. “I don’t want to miss, or have to try again.”

Ade’s lips tightened in distaste as he assessed the little insect. But in the end he stepped toward it. 

The bug darted a few inches away, making the lion flinch.

“Don’t scare it off!”

“I’m trying…” Ade growled. Ever so slowly he slid his right paw toward the little threat. Then all at once he jabbed forward, wedging the insect under his pawpad. “There!”

Lateef leaned forward to look at the little bug, assuring himself that his father had not crushed it.

“Come on, I don’t want to be here all day.” The older lion said.

Lateef obediently spun around, pointing his hindquarters at his father. Pointedly he raised his tail until the appendage nearly laid on his back and his anus and genitals were on full display. He lowered his haunches as he shuffled back, his balls swinging with the clumsy motion that brought them toward his father’s carefully pressing paw. 

“I’m going to do it now. Am I in the right place?” Lateef glanced back at his father to find the older lion had closed his eyes so as not to see. “Dad! I can’t see back there well enough, you need to tell me.”

Ade huffed discontentedly, but cracked his eyelids to look down at the positioning of his son’s backside. “…A little to the left.”

Lateef’s hips swung a couple inches in the indicated direction. “Good?”

“Yes, just lower yourself down.”

“There’s no reason you shouldn’t look at me.” Lateef harangued, hips bending and testicles lowering. “Especially since- Ow!”

Ade, who had closed his eyes again, opened them by reflex to glance down and glimpse the thing he actually had wanted to avoid seeing. The insect’s mandibles had closed on Lateef’s right nut, visibly piercing right into the testicle. Ade clamped his eyes shut immediately, but still had to listen to the pained hiss of Lateef’s breath through clenched teeth.

“That burns.” Lateef grunted, tensing out the bare minimum of breath to form the words. “That really burns.”

“Are you-“

The response came in a heartfelt growl.

“Don’t even.” The scrape of dirt under paw told Ade that his son shuffled forward slightly. “Half done already. You didn’t crush it, did you?”

 “No.” Ade answered after a moment’s inspection. “I’ve still got it here.”

Lateef backed the half step back into position. “Am I ready?”

Unable to avoid looking now, Ade gauged the position of his son’s balls in relation to the extremely worrying bug peeking out from under his paw. Most unpleasant were the aggressive waggling of mandibles just past his toes and the puncture-marks they had left in the dangling sack. Those little holes in his son’s scrotum were visibly swelling darkening noticeably through the thin fuzz that coated them. Grimacing, he focused on the placement of the unbitten orb.

“…Yes. Maybe shift just a hair to the right.”

“Okay. Hold it steady.”

He forced himself to keep his eyes open as his son lowered his back in down once more. The warm testicles brushed his paw, swung forward a sliver, and dropped into range. 

The instant Lateef’s sack was within reach those sharp little mandibles closed on the nearest nut. Ade almost certainly imagined the sound of pointed chitin sinking into the gonad, though knowing as much didn’t make his stomach twist any less in the heartbeat before Lateef’s snarl drowned it out.

“Ggggah!” The young lion jerked forward, tensing legs propelling him several feet forward. “NOT any better the second time.”

Lateef huffed repeatedly into the dirt, hyperventilating as an alternative to roaring or shrieking while he coped with the pain. His nuts felt like they were on fire, the shooting heat radiating up into his stomach.

“Did it- Can I get rid of it?” 

Ade’s uncertain voice came as an annoying distraction from holding himself together and the young lion very nearly snarled back. “[i]Yes[/i] I think we’re [i]done.[/i]”

Ade happily shifted a lion’s share of his weight onto his right forepaw and was rewarded with a satisfying but icky crunch. He wasted no time in wiping the ichor off his paw pads into the dirt, not wanting to lick it off per the feline norm, before walking over to his child. He licked at Lateef’s shoulder, rough tongue dragging through the fur of the young lion’s shoulder.

“I need a little bit.” Lateef breathed. 

Ade gave no argument, only sat down beside him. The two lions stayed like that for several minutes. Ade supplied a comforting presence at Lateef’s side (with eyes darting over the ground around them just in case). Lateef’s breathing gradually eased as the fiery burn waned first into mere discomfort and then away all together.

When he was ready he stood, his father jumping in startlement from the motion. He regarded the young feline as he stretched.

“…How do you feel?”

“Back there? Totally numb, now.” Lateef said, swinging his haunches back and forth experimentally. “Feels strange.”

“Let’s get a little way away from the ridge.” Ade said, unease threading his voice. “I don’t feel like getting bitten. Anywhere at all.”

The awkward weight of Lateef’s testicles grew as they walked. Even if he could barely feel the envenomated testicles, he could feel their swelling in the tug of their weight behind him while he walked behind his father, the hundred or so yards they put between themselves and the ridge.

“This should be far enough.” He said, coming to a stop. Ahead of him his father reluctantly stopped as well, turning to join him. 

Lateef flopped onto his side, curling his spine to turn and look at his testes as best he could. Which, as a feline, he managed fairly well. The orbs were indeed as swollen as they had felt swinging around behind him. Easily twice as large as they had been when he had been saying his goodbyes to them this morning. Probably more. They would fit nicely on a small zebra.

If they weren’t starting to turn a greenish bruise color under his fur, Lateef thought they might have looked very attractive and virile at that size. 

Not that he would have been tempted to keep them at this point, even if he hadn’t made up his mind already. Those angry, blue-black bite marks… Ick. But he certainly wouldn’t mind nuts that [i]size[/i] if not color on someone else… Mmmmm… 

Speaking of.

“That’s probably enough.” He announced. “But let’s finalize it. Dad, crush them for me, please.”

“What?!” 

“Stepping on them hard should be enough.” Lateef clarified matter-of-factly.

The queasiness already present on Ade’s face intensified sharply. “[i]What?!?[/i]”

“If it doesn’t take, we might have to do this all again. Besides, they’re totally numb now.”

“But…” Clearly it took a moment for the older lion to wrap his mind around the idea, but eventually the idea of having to go out to the ridge where the biting bugs were, catching another one, doing… that… He nodded, stepping up beside his son with one paw raised. Hesitated.

“Come on, do it!” Lateef urged, not a trace of hesitation in his voice. “I don’t need them.”

Ade inhaled a deep breath to steel himself and then, in one violent motion, slammed his paw down on the swollen nuts. The wrecked orbs gave with squashing pops under the mature lion’s weight. One distinctly after the other. Totally different than the bug had crushed a little while ago, not nearly as firm as they should have been but [i]tenderized[/i] now. Ade grimaced, stomach turning, even as Lateef yowled a wobbly cry. 

Instantly the father pulled back his paw looking away from the queasy sight of the mashed testicles in their bruise-colored sack. He turned hurriedly to Lateef’s front half, taking in the face twisted in tension. “Are you all right? I’m sorry, Lateef, I should have waited longer before I…”

“No, no.” Lateef forestalled further apologies, expression relaxing now that the shock was over. “It’s not bad. Only strange. Didn’t even hurt, just… really, really felt like it should. Hard to describe.”

Ade sighed in relief. 

“That’s… good. Very good.” Out of fatherly concern the older lion looked back to inspect his handiwork. Or he tried. He winced, looking back up to regard his child instead. “Then it’s done. We can leave. They’ll drop off on their own, if the stories are right. In a day or two.”

Lateef had much less trouble looking at his destroyed gonads than his father, not counting the awkwardness of curling his flexible feline body up into position to do the actual looking at least. His testicles were in a sorry state. As had been the intention, of course. They were no longer really distinguishable as separate orbs after the bug venom and subsequent stomp. Only a chunky mash inside the strained, bruise-blackening sack of his furry scrotum.

A day or two. After working up the nerve to do this, as took some doing no matter how sure Lateef was he wanted it… And that grotesque demolished thing would be hanging off him the whole time…

“No. I want this done with.”

Smoothly and swiftly the young lion curved his spine that little bit further, took the remains of his testicles between his sharp feline fangs, bit down and [i]pulled[/i] with an uncharacteristic vicious growl. The weakened scrotal skin gave way to the carnivorous tearing. The ruined flesh ripped away from his taint, a ragged edge of separation marking the boundary of where the bug venom had penetrated spurting red onto the dust. A line of sharp pain as it yanked free. The iron taste of his own blood.

He tossed the mouthful aside to curl up again and inspect the denuded nether region. Happily, aside from the initial spurt of crimson that had sprayed from his mashed nuts, only a sluggish ooze of blood trickled out of the rend where he had torn them away. 

Lateef realized he probably should have thought the possibility of bleeding out from his crotch before so precipitously divesting himself of the remains. Lucky it seemed not to be an issue. That venom was really something. Maybe his balls hadn’t even really needed mashing… Oh. He could have just bit them off in the first place, numbed as they were. The realization made him feel slightly silly.

 Ah well. They were gone now, anyway. Good riddance.

“There.” Lateef panted heavily. “ [i]That[/i] hurt some. But. Now… now I’m a lioness. Or close enough.”

Ade didn’t see the younger lions satisfied expression, the bloodied mouth hanging open in relief. He was turned away retching. A male couldn’t watch [i]that[/i] and not feel it like a wildebeest charge to the gut. He felt like his own balls were trying to climb up into his abdomen for safety. 

Stamping down the sympathetic nausea and regaining control of his breathing took a good long time. He grasped on his sons words as something to cling onto. “Not… quite yet. There’s still…”

Warm fur brushed up into his, another body pressed to his side. The rumbling purr of the other body was comforting, steadying… As long as he pushed the smell of blood- or rather, being a predator, the thought of where exactly said blood had come from- firmly out of his mind.

“Not a full male who needs to be chased off, anyway.” Lateef murmured as he affectionately groomed the fur of his father’s back.

“No.” Ade agreed, eyes clenched shut. “[i]Spirits,[/i] Lateef. Did you have to-“

Lateef chuffed amusement at the expression on the big, sturdy male who had sired him; unable to finish the question he’d begun asking. A pleasant distraction from the discomfort, really.

Lateef mused on whether it was lingering machismo that made him downplay his pain in the face of his father’s utter discombobulation, or if it had really been that much worse to watch than to experience.

Either way, the reaction was hilarious. He’d happily take it in trade for how he’d undoubtedly feel in the next few days. “Of course. Not like I really wanted to carry around dead weight.”

The older lion gagged again, voice uneven. “Lateef, please.”

With a giggle Lateef pressed up to his father’s side. “Come on, we’re not quite done.”

“After that.” Ade said. “I don’t think I can do it. Maybe in a day or two…?”

“Now.” The young lion said firmly. He stepped forward, around his father’s shoulder, brushing his tail against Ade’s side and up under his chin as he turned sinuously around to sidle up from the other side. “I can already tell I’m going to be [i]so sore[/i] tomorrow.”

Any further argument the male might have made was cut off by the gasp as Lateef’s tongue slathered itself over his sheath. The young lion dragged upward over the sensitive pocket, contact pulling the opening open and allowing a breath of dry air inside to caress the maleness before the lick finished. A moment later the tongue tip dug inside to flick at it instead. “Lat- Ah!-“

“Mom told me just how to get you going.” Lateef said with studied casualness. “And I practiced on myself. Don’t worry, you’ll [i]definitely[/i] be able to finish the job, dad.”

The no-longer-quite-male sucked and licked at the maleness that had fathered him like a demon, ruthlessly stimulating Ade’s prick to hardness despite how unsettled he had been. In no time at all his father’s cock was extended enough to suck properly into his maw and slather with saliva. He could easily have cum from the attention but the younger lion had no intention of letting that happen just now.

Lateef read the throbbing of Ade’s shaft perfectly, releasing the saliva-shining skin just before eruption would have become inevitable. With a chuckle he stepped past his father, batting playfully at the only pair of bollocks still present as their sides rubbed together, tail hooking on tail as he bounded several steps away. 

“Those are the only pair I really wanted, you know. Now…” The neutered lion stretched luxuriantly, backside raised and tail swaying skyward, tailhole on display for his sire. He clenched the muscles back there and relaxed to deliberately pulse that tailstar at the feline he hungered for.

Unable to resist the invitation the other lion pounced on him, forepaws straddling the slender feline’s torso and squashing Lateef’s tail. Ade hunched his back, cock sinking into the tight pucker of his son’s ass. He growled at the tightness of the warm hole. Bottoming out as quickly as possible he slapped his balls into the leonine rear, testicles coming to rest against the rent where the destroyed pair had been not long ago.

“I’ve been looking forward to this. For so long. Fuck me, daddy, make me yours!” 

Intentionally or not the words anchored Ade’s mind hard to the moment, the moment right now in which he was balls-deep inside his son’s sweet, taut tailhole. Lateef’s entreaty ran from his ears straight down into his cock, making the male throb and spurt into his child. With a feral growl he hunched down and clamped his teeth into the nape of his new lioness’ neck. The resultant moan of lust was totally unneeded in his sudden frenzy but he at least tried to hump even harder than he was already going to. Which is to say, with all his might.

He relentlessly pistoned his cock into Lateef’s ass with his whole body, thrusting again and again. He came inside and kept going, forgoing to take any break as he pounded the denuded backside, balls slapping the lack of balls while they emptied themselves over and over into the groaning big cat. 

Lateef pushed back into the anal assault with just as much enthusiasm, clenching and twitching under the fatherly fuck while his nerves caught delicious fire. Yowling, he sprayed the last of his seed out of his prostate onto the ground, eagerly spending the scraps of his masculine fertility in the dust. He didn’t need it any more than he’d needed his testicles. What he needed was his father, just like this, weight on top of him and hardness inside of him forever.

Unfortunately all good things must come to an end. And lions especially weren’t built for marathon sessions, though Ade gave it his all until well after Lateef’s spurts turned watery. Pumping his last load for the moment into the younger lion’s tail he groaned his reluctance and let go of Lateef’s neck, pulling himself free with a dribble of semen. 

Raucous cheers intruded into their awareness as their respective climaxes subsided. Their audience, forgotten by the two for a while now, had discarded discretion in favor of a better view at some point. Every lioness in the pride seemed to be watching and cheering them. 

Talha- Lateef’s mother- strolled close to them

“I didn’t know your father would be such a baby.”

Lateef nuzzled her, giggling into the fur of her neck. “You should have seen the look on his face up close!”

“Oh, sure. Gang up on me with the girls, why don’t you.” Ade grumbled, not sounding at all unhappy. “Um. The other girls, I guess?”

The younger lion turned his snout onto his- or her- father to nuzzle him in turn, a rumbling purr of happiness in their chest. “I don’t really care either way, as long as I get to stay with you.”

“Just remember to do your share of the hunting.” Called Lateef’s oldest sister, Salma.

“And don’t think you get dad all to yourself, sis!” Added their other full-sister, Nia. “You gotta share with the rest of us.”

“I can share.” Lateef laughed happily, turning his eyes on the pride male. “I think it would be fun to share right now…”

Ade realized he was surrounded by every adult female in the pride, plus Lateef, a total of a dozen lionesses. All eyeing him with gazes ranging from amused to thoughtful to ‘last piece of zebra’. “…It’s been a tiring day… Maybe you could all celebrate with some, ah, girl play, since Lateef can join in now and all…”

Feminine eyes met around the circle, a unanimous decision flashing between them.

“Sounds great.” Started Salma, leering sidewise at Lateef. “I bet our… sister would be good at those games.”

“But I think we’d better tire you out first.” Said Talha to Ade.

“Just in case you still think of La-La as a boy enough to get jealous.” Added Nia.

“I’ve still got that little bit of a ruff around my neck after all.” Lateef chimed in, beginning to stalk forward in step with his mother, siblings, and all their other pridemates. “Very provocative.”

Eyes darting around, backing away slowly even as he realized he was surrounded behind as well as in front, Ade made one last weak attempt. “When I said gang up on me, I was being sarcastic-“

Ade disappeared under a rowdy pile of pouncing lionesses, doomed to a thorough group mugging for the contents of his nuts. They were the only leonine pair available, after all…





[center]The End[/center]