Prompt: 3 cubs (2m 1f) the female stuck in a fallen hollow log. perfect for exploring and eventual fucking.

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“How… is… she… so… fast?” Chumvi wheezed, skidding around a bend, Malka hot on his heels.

“I dunno!” the other boy gasped, before lunging ahead, scouting directions. “We got, like, a twenty count head start!”

“And she even did the count fair! It’s so… Unfair!” Chumvi gulped air and headed after Malka. He was taking the harder route around their chase path on the outskirts of Pride Rock. They leapt up a series of piled rocks to reach the higher path, both gasping by the time they reached it.

“I’m gonna eat your tails!” came a howl from the jungle behind them.

“Oh Aiheu, she’s coming!” Chumvi whimpered.

“You had to steal her zebra,” Malka growled at him.

“I was hungry! There’s no way she was as hungry as me! She ate, like, half of that zebra herself!”

“And she’s still faster than your fat ass,” Malka started running again, Chumvi stumbling behind. 

“I was just hungry!” the cub wailed. “I didn’t think we’d be waking the Makei!”

“Who’s ‘we’??” Malka groaned. Behind, they could hear curses and the crumbling of rock as Kula scaled the wall to the upper path behind them. At least that had slowed her down a little.

“This way”, he decided at last, heading down another curve in the path. “Across the ravine!”

“The ravine” was a small crevice in the foundational rocks of Pride Rock. A cub could jump out of it without too much trouble, but at some point the cubs had all started treating it like the massive ravine that ran through the Pridelands, with a corresponding sense of danger. To make it better, a number of trees and brush had fallen over the crevice over time, which served as bridges. Some of the older hollowed out ones could even be used as tunnels, if the cubs were feeling really brave. Sometimes those ones broke!

“Thief!” came a shout from behind. Both cubs’ heads turned to see Kula barrelling down the path after them.

“We gotta take the tunnel!” Chumvi yowled. 

Despite there being absolutely no reason why that might be true, both cubs peeled off towards the nearest hollowed log. It was a smaller tree. Small enough they had to slow down and wriggle into it.

“Oh,  you… jerks!” Kula snarled, pausing at the log’s entrance. She ducked down, sucking in her breath and heading after them. The ‘rules’ said that if they went into the hollow, she had to as well, or the others could make fun of her for being a coward, and no lion could stomach that insult.

Kula was not a small lion, as cubs went. While the other cubs teased her mercilessly for how much she ate, she insisted her diet was a result of her size, not the other way around. Regardless, it was a tight fit, and she had to pull herself forward after the boys, using her considerable arm strength. Even with that hindrance, she was gaining on them!

“Faster, faster, faster, faster, faster!” squealed Chumvi, who had made it into the log second.

“Almost… out!” Malka gasped in triumph, pulling himself onto solid ground. He turned, grabbing Chumvi’s outstretched paw, tugging on it. 

“Go on without me!” Chumvi cried, struggling to escape. “Have cubs… unf… and… let me watch from the stars!”

“You… are… a… pervert!” Kula’s voice echoed out of the fallen tree.

“Yes, madam, but—” Chumvi’s retort was cut off by a series of cacophonic sounds. Chumvi came flying out of the end of the tree in a splintering of old bark, momentum rolling him into and over Malka. A loud “wumph” filled the air as the fallen trunk buckled in the middle, dipping into the “ravine”.

“Uh oh,” Malka’s ears dropped. 

“Ahh! Help!” Kula’s head and paws were half-out of the end of the tunnel. “It’s falling!! I’m stuck!”

Both boys scrambled to their feet, dashing to Kula, each grabbing a paw and pulling… pulling…

A second series of cracks sounded like thunder. First, the middle of the trunk gave away, falling into the endless abyss. Which was about eight feet below. Second, the ends of the tree veered to the sides wildly. The side they had entered on lifted into the air, falling diagonally into the ravine. Kula screamed as her side of the tree lifted, both boys holding on until it lifted them into the air, each dangling from one of the girl cub’s paws.

Then, at the last moment, the remaining half of the tree trunk cracked in half, slamming all three cubs to the ground. All three screamed, and dust flew up around them, so thick that for a moment no one could see a thing.

Malka opened his eyes when he heard Chumvi laughing.

Kula remained half stuck in the end of the broken tree, and was gently rolling away from them down the slope of Pride Rock, tugging and pulling at the wood like a demon as she rolled. The tree had broken such that her hind legs were now partially free, but the tight knot of wood they had all pushed their way out of remained, her head and forelegs sticking out and spinning uncontrollably as her errant vehicle drifted away.

“Shut up… and… help!” Kula screamed at Chumvi, who laughed harder. A moment later, the log finally rolled up against a standing tree and stopped with a “woomph”, which made Chumvi laugh even harder. Even Malka found himself chuckling, if only from relief. 

“Hey, it could be worse, right?” Malka said, heading over towards where Kula was struggling. 

“Your… grrrr… face could be worse!” Kula snarled.

“Hehe… I think that actually means you think he’s good looking,” Chumvi giggled, joining Malka in surveying the scene.

“Chumvi, you pile of buffalo dung; I hope you fall in love with a vulture, you nasty little hyena-grooming freak!” Kula reached in Chumvi’s direction, but with her shoulders captured as they were, they mostly just wiggled in place.

“That would hurt my feelings, if it were me,” Malka noted.

“Gee, Kula, I didn’t mean nothing by it. You just look funny that way.”

“You look funny always,” Kula growled back, pausing her struggles for a few moments, breathing deeply. “Stop apologizing and get me out of here!”

The boys looked at each other and then split up. Chumvi moved to the front, which seemed a little safer, given Kula’s movement was more restricted there, and Malka towards her rump.

“Okay, I’ll pull, you push,” Chumvi offered, grabbing a tight hold of the wood with his claws. He did a little dance around Kula’s outstretched paws, finally stepping over them gingerly.

“Ah! Eww! I don’t want my paws between your legs!” Kula hissed. “I can feel your nasty boy balls on my arm!”

“I can’t get close enough to pull, otherwise!” Chumvi growled back. “Trust. I’m showing trust, Kula!”

“This can’t be happening,” Kula moaned with a sigh, watching Chumvi get into position to pull.

“It’s… Mmff… Not much better back here,” Malka noted. He was trying to grab the log from the side, but couldn’t get a good grip. “I’m gonna have to… You know… Get on top of you to grab it.”

“Fine. Just do it.” Kula growled, surrendering her dignity. “But if either of you ever tell anyone about this, let’s just say you will never mount a lioness again, got it?” 

“Got it,” both boys said in unison, gulping. Kula might get picked on a lot, but she was scary when she wanted to be.

Malka gulped and lifted himself, gingerly grabbing at the log, his belly pushing hard against Kula’s clamped tail. “Okay… almost… got it!” Malka’s hindclaws dug into the ground, creating tension against Kula’s rump, using it for leverage. “1… 2… 3… PUSH!”

Chumvi took a deep breath and pulled with all his might. Kula watched, silently noting the determination on his face and the way the strain transformed his body in subtle ways. Muscles suddenly pulled taut across the surface of his pelt. His stomach constricted, and the muscles in his haunches flexed in ways she wouldn’t have thought possible in such a lazy lion. For an instant, she saw bits of King Mufasa in his physique. 

“Pulling!” Chumvi snarled through gritted teeth, kicking up dirt as he strained, putting his weight into the pull. Kula gasped a little and blushed. Even his boy parts were flexing, his sheath pulling back, the red tip of his penis showing mere inches from her muzzle. 

It didn’t help that Malka was grinding against her tail from behind. “Push–ing!” the boy called back, and she could feel his muscles pushing against her. His haunches grinding around her rump, his weight on his back as he strained. Her mind flashed to the one time she had seen King Mufasa mounting a lioness. How silly and icky it had seemed at the time. Now…

Then Chumvi’s grip slipped. With a squeal, Kula felt herself being flung backwards by the pulling Malka, who fell backwards underneath her as she flailed helplessly. 

“Oh! Oh no! Kula… Sorry! Not looking!” Malka gasped beneath her. It took Kula a moment to realize why. Then she shifted her weight, blushing like she had never blushed before as Malka’s nose pressed into the fur of her lower belly, just next to…

With an unintelligible squeal, Kula pushed to the side, shoving the log off of Malka with sheer force, rolling onto her back. There was a moment of silence.

“That. Never. Happened,” Kula finally insisted.

“What?” Chumvi asked, picking himself up. Leaves and grass clung to his fur at odd angles.

“Uhhhh,” Malka responded. Kula could just barely see him blushing from where she was lying. “I kinda… Well, I mean, she landed on me.

“So?” Chumvi growled grumpily, shaking himself. Kula sighed. Nothing was going her way today.

“I fell with my butt in his face, okay?” she growled. “I didn’t mean to and it didn’t mean anything, okay?”

“Oh! Duuuuuuude,” Chumvi grinned at Malka like an idiot. Which, Kula noted vocally, he was.

Kula rolled her eyes. It had been a very intimate position, she had to admit. Though seeing under another lion’s tail was an everyday event, to put your muzzle there was “something for mates and family”, as her mother said. And though she’d never been particularly curious about it, now she could see why. So many feelings were suddenly crawling through her body! Did all lionesses react this way to such a small thing? Did boys, too?

“You were waving your boy parts around, anyway,” she groused at Chumvi. “It’s not like you asked. Same thing.”

Chumvi did a little spin, trying to look under his own tail. “Huh,” he noted, lifting one leg. His sheath remained pulled back a little, the pink tip showing out. Kula noted with satisfaction that he had the courtesy to blush as well. 

“That’s weird… Did yours do that?” Chumvi asked Malka.

“Uh… I mean… I don’t think it was the same reason,” Malka stuttered.

Kula twisted, but Malka had turned to hide his rump, ears and tail low. He actually looked almost sad. 

“Both of you??” she exclaimed, eyes wide. 

“I didn’t mean to!” Malka huffed miserably. “It doesn’t mean anything!”

“Yeah, me either,” Chumvi added, still turning and looking at his own maleness, as if the angle was going to change something. “It just kinda happens, sometimes.”

Kula watched Chumvi’s spin, eyes following the package that had been so close to her face a moment ago. Chumvi was an idiot, sure, but if she imagined him huffing and straining like he had been a few minutes ago… She licked her lips, turning towards Malka again.

“You might as well show me,” she tried to shrug within the log. Unsuccessfully, but her ears conveyed the message. “I should know what's going on before you push up against me like that again.”

Malka looked from her to Chumvi and back, as if considering whether that made sense. “You sure?” he finally asked.

“Just do it,” Kula growled, concealing her curiosity behind grumpiness. 

Malka’s ears fluttered, then rose. He stood and turned a little, lifting one leg to peek back at himself. Kula’s eyes widened a little further, and she blushed hard again.

“Whoa, dude! You got it bad! Look how big you are. Wow!” Malka was still blushing, but he held his leg up. He wasn’t just showing his tip, like Chumvi. This was something she’d never seen. His penis was stiff and hard, hanging inches below his sheath. 

“I… I didn’t know it could do that,” she finally said, now openly curious. “Does it feel weird?”

“It feels weird,” Malka nodded, “but not, like… bad. I don’t know! It doesn’t happen a lot!”

“It happens to me all the time,” Chumvi added, unsolicited. 

“Well, why isn’t it that way now?” Kula wondered. Chumvi actually looked embarrassed, and shrugged a little. 

“I dunno, I was just thinking about getting you loose. Usually, I’m, uh… Thinking about other things?”

Kula narrowed her eyes. “Like?”

“Mating,” both boys said together. Kula’s jaw dropped (despite being mostly upside down), and she shot a look at Malka.

“Mating!? All I did was fall on you! I don’t want to mate with you!”

“I don’t think he knows that”, Chumvi giggled, pointing at Malka’s penis.

“You put your… parts… on my nose!” Malka huffed back, defensively. “That’s something mates do! Probably!”

Kula started to retort then cut herself off. He wasn’t wrong, was he? And he had been mounted over her. That was definitely something mates did! And she had told him he could, after all.

She rolled back and forth, finally flipping the log over, so she was right side up. “You really can’t control it?” she asked.

“Nope,” both boys said in confident unison.

“Well…,” Chumvi amended. “Sometimes, a little. But only once it’s bigger already. Like that.”

Kula thought about that, eyeing their boy parts with more scrutiny now. So, this must be part of mating, she thought, putting the pieces together in her mind. She hadn’t realized exactly how it worked. When she had seen Mufasa, she never got a good look between his legs, nor was she trying to. Her eyes grew a little wider as a realization struck her.

“It goes in!” she gasped, pushing herself and her log forward towards the boys, tail twitching with the excitement of her theory.

“Well, yeah,” Malka said. “It’ll go back in. It just… takes a minute.”

“No, hippo-brain! Not back into you. Into a girl!”

Chumvi and Malka looked at each other.

“Under her tail!” Kula added, looking between them, expecting to see the same revelation suddenly strike them.

“We… uh… Yeah, we kind of know,” Malka said at last.

“Uh oh, here it goes,” Chumvi muttered, looking down at himself. Kula watched, eyes wide as his penis grew, stretching his sheath a little as it rose between his legs. Chumvi looked like he didn’t know what to do. His paws kept moving as if he wanted to cover himself, but instead he just wiggled them in place. Kula realized it must be pretty weird to have her looking at him like this. She’d feel pretty weird too, if they were just staring under her tail!

“I don’t have to look,” she stated, closing her eyes. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have been looking.”

“N-no. No, it’s okay. With me,” Chumvi said. Kula opened one eye, to see Chumvi looking over at Malka.

“My mom would kill me, but… Yeah, I guess it’s okay with me too,” Malka said. He seemed a little more relaxed after he said it, and Kula opened her eyes again.

“So what do you mean ‘you know’?” she asked. “I just figured it out just now!”

“Well, uh… We kinda…”

Kula looked between the boys, feeling irritation starting to rise. The wood around her frame reminded her of her predicament as it pressed against her sides. Boy, if she were free she’d give them such a pouncing!

“What? What?” she insisted.

Chumvi looked to Malka, who sighed and looked upwards. “Sometimes Chumvi and I sneak off and watch king Mufasa mate when no one’s watching us,” he said at last. Kula’s ears perked. She thought she was the only one!

“I’ve done that!” she said. She saw her surprise mirrored on both boys’ faces.

“Really?” they both exclaimed.

“Yeah! Well, not a lot. Just once. Does that count?”

“Yeah, yeah that counts,” Chumvi said, though he looked to Malka for confirmation. Malka nodded as well. Chumvi cocked his head. “Well, then didn’t you see his cock going into her pussy?”

Kula blushed. She didn’t know what those words meant, but she could guess. “I was watching from the front side,” she said. 

“Oh yeah, that happened to us at first,” Chumvi nodded. Kula noticed how his paw had strayed closer to his own sheath. It was sitting almost touching it as he talked. She was surprised to realize she wanted him to touch it. She wanted to see what would happen. She could even imagine… 

“--maybe try that next time?” Chumvi was finishing.

“Y-yeah. Sure,” Kula mumbled

“Once we figured that out, we figured out we could watch better without being noticed and… well… Y’know. Do other things.”

“She doesn’t need to know about that!” Malka hissed through closed teeth.

“She’s watched too,” Chumvi insisted, as if she had become a member of some secret club. “She might like it.”

“Like… what?” Kula said slowly, suddenly unsure if she wanted to know the answer. She only watched the king once! 

“Kings damn it,” Malka swore, looking upwards. “Fine. Fine!” He looked to Kula, eyes scanning over hers as if trying to pre-judge her reaction. “We… Okay, it feels good if we paw our dicks, okay? Touch it. Like this.” Malka stroked his paw along his shaft, and a little thrill shot through Kula unexpectedly. That was naughty! 

“So, we’ve… you know… we do that while we watch. And… I guess… Sometimes we…”

“Dude! We mate! Just tell her,” Chumvi cut him off. Kula just stared, trying to get her head around multiple shocks all at once. She stared at Chumvi, surprised it had come from him. He was usually so much less serious than Malka. He looked pretty serious now. Almost angry. 

“But… You’re boys?” Kula wondered out loud. “I thought it went into a lioness? And… How…?”

“Boys can mate too!” Chumvi growled at her. He actually growled! Kula instinctually shifted her weight back, but all that did was make her shoulders puff up outside the opening of the log. “Tell her, Malka!”

Malka stood and walked over, bumping his nose against Chumvi’s. “It’s supposed to be a secret,” he said softly, sighing and sitting again. He lay his head on Chumvi’s shoulder for a moment and then looked at a very confused Kula.

“Boys can mate,” he confirmed. “Chumvi and I… We’ve liked each other for a while. We’d been having lots of fun, so,” he shrugged. 

“We gotta keep it quiet,” Chumvi added grumpily. “You know how the other cubs would be if they found out. Plus we don’t know what the adults would say. My mum wouldn’t like it, I know that.”

“I think mine would be okay,” Malka said, with the hesitance of words spoken internally many times before, but never tested.

“Okay… Okay… Wait, what??” Kula felt like if she breathed any harder the log would explode around her. Her paws were already stuck spread out in front of her, but she spread them further, pawpads up. “What is going on here?? Is he your boyfriend??”

“Yes!” Chumvi said, stamping a foot.

“I guess so,” Malka said. He winced a little when Chumvi shot him a look. “We’re still… working on it,” Malka said. He leaned forward and put his nose between Chumvi’s ears. 

“You think about things too much,” Chumvi grumbled, but he leaned forward and gave Malka’s neck a lick.

“But how??” Kula nearly shouted, wriggling as if her curiosity were ants under her pelt. “How?? Okay, you like each other… Whatever. You’re both idiots, so that makes sense. But how can you mate? You don’t have lioness holes!”

To Kula’s embarrassment, both boys broke out laughing at that. 

“You remember when–?”

“Yeah!” Chumvi giggled. 

“If you don’t tell me, I swear to the Kings when I get out of here…”

“There are lots of ways boys can mate,” Malka said. He nipped Chumvi’s ear then looked at her. “It took us a bit to figure out too, though. I said something similar the first time Chum suggested we play like mates. But mostly we can do all the same stuff lions and lionesses do. I think?”

Kula made a face. She wasn’t sure what all the “stuff lions and lionesses do” entailed.

“And we’ve got holes and they work fine,” Chumvi said, as if that particular insinuation had offended him. 

“YOU PUT YOUR THINGS IN EACH OTHERS’ BUTTS??” Kula’s jaw just about hit the forest floor.

“Lionesses do it too!” Chumvi shot back. “We saw it!”

“YOU SAW MUFASA PUT HIS THING IN A LIONESSES’ BUTT??” 

“And it was hot!” Chumvi said, with a prideful lift of his muzzle.

Kula was at a loss for words, looking from Malka to Chumvi and back. Their sheaths were growing again, she noticed. Both boys’ penis had receded while they were talking, when she wasn’t paying attention. Now they grew again as she watched, as if summoned by the nature of the conversation. They really didn’t have any control!

“Twice,” Malka smiled.

“Oh yeah! I was distracted the second time,” Chumvi giggled. “You were… Y’know.” Malka giggled too.

“Who??” Kula finally gasped. It wasn’t even in her top five questions, but it was the one that made it out of her mouth.

“Your mom!” Chumvi giggled wildly. 

“Ahh! Chumvi, if you lie to me I will use this log to squash you like a rhino sitting on a beetle! Don’t you dare!”

“Okay, okay. Should I tell?” Chumvi looked to Malka, who shrugged. “It was Auntie Sarafina, and Queen Sarabi,” Chumvi grinned. Kula blushed, ears back. Wow! They were the two greatest lionesses in the pride! Easy! Everyone looked up to Queen Sarabi, and Sarafina was every young huntress's idol. Kula wanted to be just like her. Granted, the stern lioness scared the tail off her, but still! 

“D-did they like it?” she found herself asking.

“Ohhhhhhh yeah,” Chumvi said, giggling just a little again. “A lot. Remember Malky?”

“I wouldn’t have believed it if I didn’t see it either,” Malka shrugged. “But yeah, they really really liked it. It seemed like it was something special for them, maybe? Not something they do a lot?”

“Unlike us,” Chumvi smirked.

Kula processed that. “I guess it must feel good when you do it too?” she asked, blushing harder. Chumvi started to speak, but Kula cut him off “Wait! Who mounts who? Who’s the lioness?”

“We’re both lions,” Malka insisted, softly, leaning gently against Chumvi, who was blushing again 

“Me. I like being on the bottom,” Chumvi said. “I… I just like being his lioness, okay?”

“You’re just as much a lion as anyone else!” Malka said sternly, chest out.

“Well, I like it with you,” Chumvi grinned, nuzzling under Malka’s chin. 

“Gag me,” Kula groaned. “You’re worse than Simba and Nala. Aiheu, no wonder you keep it a secret. You’d make the whole pride barf.” Both boys grinned at that.

“So… Okay. You like each other,” Kula said, working through her thoughts out loud. “But you watch Mufasa mate lionesses? Didn't I… my thing get you like that?” she pointed a paw between their legs.

Chumvi rolled his eyes. “Well it’s not like Mufasa is gonna mount Scar, is he?” he pointed out. Kula made a face. She didn’t like that mental image at all! “Though that’d be hot too, probably.” Kula disagreed, but kept her mouth shut. Chumvi had a point. There weren’t usually many grown males around and, when there were, the lionesses kept all the cubs well away from them. Her mom said that even friendly adult males could be dangerous. 

“I like lionesses, too,” Malka said. 

“Yeah!” Chumvi agreed. “Lionesses are hot! But it’s no fun if you can’t share. I like sharing with Malka best.”

Kula thought about that. Was it true? Was it more fun if you shared? Shared what exactly? She didn’t have a penis! 

“I’ve never thought about another lioness that way,” she thought out loud. “I guess… I guess I didn’t think about it at all, too much. I felt ashamed, cause I knew my mom wouldn’t have wanted me spying on King Mufasa like that, so I didn’t tell anyone. And I didn’t want to think about how it made me feel. It was… funny. And no one else talks about any of it, so… I didn’t.”

“Well… you can talk to us about it, now. Right?” Chumvi looked to Malka, who nodded. 

“You’re boys,” Kula grumped. “You get to have all your fun over there with your… boy stuff. I don’t have that!”

“Oh, dude… But you have it better, right? You’ve got girl parts!” Chumvi became excited, smiling so brightly that Kula couldn’t help smiling through her confusion. “You can just go and go and go! And you don’t have, you know, this trying to poke out all the time.” Chumvi motioned to his hard penis. Kula had to give him that. It did seem like that would be totally weird.

“What do you mean, ‘go and go and go’?” She asked hesitantly, her curiosity getting the better of her. She might find Chumvi annoying, but he knew more about this than she did. And Malka could usually reign him in, if it was needed. Now she wondered if that had to do with this newly discovered relationship.

“She probably doesn’t know, huh?” Chumvi asked Malka.

“Probably not.”

“After a boy… y’know… feels good, he has to stop for a while. Touching yourself gets really painful for a bit. Not super long, but it’s annoying. Lionesses don’t have that. We learned that from King Mufasa!”

“Really?” Kula cocked her head. She’d never heard of any of this.

“Yeah, cause after he made one of the aunties roar while he mounted her, he flipped her over and did it again with his tongue,” Malka said. Kula felt heat under her fur again, and realized her tail was lashing. All this mating talk… She was feeling that funny feeling again!

The words came out of her mouth before she even thought about it: “Will you show me?”