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I hope you all enjoy it in its messy entirety. :D As always: mind the tags!

This is a sequel to Pinned Ya #1 : A New Prince, A New Princess (https://inkbunny.net/s/1469204) so if you haven't ready that, read it first!

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for the linework for these illustrations, and for feedback on my coloring. Go support him on Patreon! (https://www.patreon.com/HamsterG/) :)

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https://inkbunny.net/s/1636761
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You probably want to get Nala back after last time, huh?”\n\n“Yeah, I guess,” Simba looked at her, aware that things had taken an unexpected turn but unsure why.\n\nTama sat up a little bit, leaving her legs spread. Simba’s eyes darted down, then back to hers.\n\n“Go ahead. Smell it.” Tama waited, neither urging nor covering herself as he thought over what was happening. After a moment he took a step forward, sliding his nose between her legs. \n\n“Ah-ah, no touchy just yet,” Tama put a hindpaw on his head when he got too close, feeling his breath against her groin as he breathed in her scent. She knew she had him.\n\n“You like that?”\n\n“Y-yeah!” Simba gasped, his head fuzzing over with the heady scent of lioness sex.\n\n“Mmm, you don’t want to just touch it, I bet. 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Ask me how I want it,”\n\n“Mrr, how do you want it Nala,” Malka purred, sliding his chin down her taut spine. Teasing it until her fur stood on end. Nala stared Simba in the eyes, and he didn’t look away.\n\n“Put it in my ass, Malka,” Nala breathed. “I want him to see me give it to you.”\n\nMalka didn’t hesitate, eyes glittering as he ducked back, pressing his muzzle under Nala’s tail. The girl gasped, eyes closing tight as his tongue passed over her brown pucker, wettening it. Lapping at it again and again, his paw lifting her tail high to give him room to work.\n\n“Now… Now that’s how a prince treats a princess,” she groaned. “Oh fuck yeah… inside…”\n\nMalka growled, pulling at her hips with his paws, teasing his tongue inside the liongirl until she was quivering in his paws. Until the whispered words he had been waiting for, “I’m ready,” reached his ears.\n\nSimba watched agape, heart pounding as Malka mounted his betrothed. From his angle he could see how she arched her back up against him by the slant of her rump. The way her tail lifted, he could see a flash of her pucker for a moment before it was covered by Malka’s rump and balls. He moaned to himself as Nala echoed it in pleasure as Malka pressed his hardness to her tailhole. Simba watched her small pussy clench just the slightest bit as the big cub pressed his way into the girl’s wettened hole.\n\n“Oh yes. Yes, like that, Malky. Take me! Show him who’s the prince of this pride! Oh you make me roar! Ooof, you just know what I want… Yes, harder! Don’t be gentle! AH!”\n\nMalka was already biting into the beige cub’s nape, pulling on it as he forced his cock deep into Nala’s previously virgin tailhole, almost pulling her off the ground with the force of his thrusts.\n\n“Not bad,” Tama commented in clear understatement.\n\n“Gods,” Chumvi muttered, envy apparent in his tone. “Why don’t I ever get to do that?”\n\n“Cause you’ve got hyena dung for brains,” Tama rolled her eyes.\n\n“Ugh, do I have to keep holding him?” Kula mewled, her eyes locked on Nala and Malka. \n\n“Need your paw free?” Chumvi teased.\n\n“Maybe I do!” Kula shot back, biting her lip slightly, almost quivering under Chumvi’s eager gaze. She remembered what happened last time and though she hadn’t been so keen on it at the time, now…\n\n“Sure, I guess you girls are gonna go off and leave me to handle Princess Sniffles here.” Tama sneered. “Guess I’m the only cub here lion enough to put him in his place!”\n\n“You are not!” Chumvi growled. \n\n“Y-yeah!” Kula shot back, though her ears dipped at standing up to Tama. \n\n“Then let’s see you lift your tail, tough guy!”\n\n“You better not!” Simba growled, tearing his eyes away from Nala and Malka’s passion. “I swear, I’ll tell my dad! You’ll be banished if you don’t let me up right now!”\n\nChumvi gulped, but Tama stepped on Simba’s muzzle, pressing him down into the drying puddle of her piss.\n\n“He’s not going to say anything.” Tama scoffed. “There’s five of us and one of him. He’s always making stuff up; no one will believe him. Besides, if he tries to squeal…” Tama’s claws slid out, poking Simba’s nose, making the boy cub whimper. “There’s a lot nastier stuff we can put in his muzzle to shut him up.” Simba shook, looking up at Tama’s stare, fear coursing through him.\nHe knew she would make good on her threats. \n\nThis wasn’t the cub he had grown up with. It couldn’t be.\n\n“Well I can’t anyway, I have to hold him,” Chumvi tried, but Tama just pushed him aside, grabbing Simba’s arm and holding it tight. Simba snarled as the tendons relaxed for just a moment, pain spearing through his arm. \n\nChumvi took a step back as if unsure what to do with his burden relieved. \n\n“You’re both such scaredy-birds!” Tama teased.\n\n“Am not!” insisted Kula.\n\n“Oh yeah, you gonna do it too?” Tama grabbed Simba’s other paw, pressing his arms behind his back all by herself, using all her weight. “Prove it!”\n\n“Fine!” \n\nKula marched in front of Simba, tail high in the air.\n\n“Kula! Kula c’mon, no!” Simba looked up, begging as the girl cub straddled his nose.\n\n“After what you did? You deserve it!” Kula growled with unusual self-righteousness. \n\n“I didn’t---!” Simba gagged again as Kula made good on her boast, splashing urine across his muzzle. She was watching Nala and Malka the whole time, her eyes glued to the humping cubs. Her paw strayed between her legs, even as she let her pee flow, one pawtoe teasing along her clit, the flow splashing wide for a moment.\n\n“Fuck yeah, that’s right!” Tama laughed, making Kula look over her shoulder with a shy blush.\n\n“Feels good….” she murmured, daring to make eye contact with the grinning Tama.\n\n“Let me in!” Chumvi growled, shouldering up next to Kula. She hissed at him, more out of instinct than anything, but held her position as he stood next to her, lifting his tail and adding his stream to hers as Simba spat over and over beneath them, trying and failing to keep the constant flow out of his muzzle.\n\n“Watch it!” Kula cried as the spray traveled down Simba’s back and then over her tail before slackening off over Simba’s neck.\n\n“I can’t control it!” Chumvi insisted, ears blushing. “It just goes!”\n\n“Well shit. It got on me too,” Tama looked down at the wet spots on her chest. “Guess we’re even after all, huh your Royal Wetness?” \n\n“Boys!” Kula muttered, scraping her hindpaws behind her and splashing dust onto Simba’s face as if she had just gone in the wild.\n\n“You didn't mind me being a boy the other day!” Chumvi shot back with a wide grin, shaking his tail as he finished, ignoring Simba’s soft sputtering sobs.\n\nKula’s retort was cut off by a squeal from the other side of the cave. Both cubs’ focus on each other was stolen away as Nala announced her first orgasm with a full-throated cub roar, her gasps echoing in the small cave. Their position had shifted, Malka pressing Nala’s front onto the ground, her rump lifted upward at a sharp angle as he put his weight into his thrusts, pressing his full length into the mewling cub in long, controlled thrusts. Nala had given him complete control of her body, her front legs splayed, rump rising and lowering to Malka’s thrusts.\n\nThe watching cubs had a fine view of Malka’s thick cock pressed deep into Nala’s stretched tailhole, and the dark slit beneath. Nala’s juices gleamed when she moved just right, drawing the eye to her exposed cub pussy. \n\n“Shiiiiiiiit,” Kula groaned, as if disappointed in her own willpower, her ears dipping a little. “I can’t… I gotta…” She lifted a paw, hesitated for one short moment, and the slid it between her legs, pawing herself in the open while watching Malka and Nala. Chumvi turned when she swore, which was uncommon for Kula, his eyes growing wide in shocked surprise at her boldness as she touched herself mere inches away. \n\n“Wh-- mmff!!” Whatever Chumvi was going to say was lost as Kula’s muzzle pressed to his, her tongue sliding into his muzzle and her free paw sliding around one of his arms to pull him closer. Chumvi’s fur stood on end, his sheath swelling almost uncomfortably fast in response to her kiss. Not-so-distant memories sprang to mind, and he found himself pushing back, his tongue wrestling hers as he recalled the feeling of her fur pressed into his as they fucked. \n\n“Ahh… Ahhh….” she breathed when she pulled away, her ears blushing as she turned back to Nala and Malka, making little gasps of breath, her chest rising and falling as waves of sensation flowed through her. Chumvi’s eyes were on her, caught up watching the relentless motion of her paw. \n\n“C-can I… Should I?” he stuttered, unsure how to ask for what he wanted, hovering on the verge of begging, his heart pounding.\n\n“Just… Can you just… Just bite my nape, Chumv?” Kula pleaded in a hoarse whisper. “This time, please?”\n\nChumvi licked his lips. His heart sank just a little, but he found himself imagining Kula close again and, though it was a little odd to him, he found himself stepping up next to her. She didn’t look at him. Her eyes stayed glued to the show in front of them, but as he stepped closer she bit her lip, ducking her head forward the slightest bit. Chumvi considered his options for the faintest moment, his first instinct to reach out from his position at her side. Then, in a flash of confidence, he knew that wasn’t what he wanted\n\nThe dark-furred cub stepped up behind Kula, who gasped as he pressed himself to her from behind, his cock smearing a slight trail through her fur. He pressed to her, legs spread, and wrapped his arms around her middle, taking her nape between his teeth and pulling until he felt her muscles soften against him, leaving him the only thing holding her upright.\n\n“Oh gods… Oh gods, thank you, Chumvi! Ohhhhhh. You… You can press in my fur. If- If you wanna….” In truth, Chumvi had no choice but to do just that in this position, but he pressed harder anyway, letting Kula feel his sheath and balls pressing to her. With her nape pulled like this she couldn’t do much besides paw in his grasp, but her rhythm never slowed. He growled in simultaneous pleasure and frustration. From his position he could just see Nala and Malka, and every thrust Malka delivered filled him with envy. His precum flowed into Kula’s rumpfur, smearing it slick and flat in no time.\n\nMalka had his paws around Nala’s hips, pulling her up and against himself. His thrusts had sped up, and Kula and Chumvi both shivered together in the realization he was about to cum. \n\n“Show him, Malky! Show them all. Ohhh, you’re a prince! A prince and my king and my ass is yours to fill! Fuck it! Fuck me! Cum again! Again!” Nala sounded almost delirious at this point, her paws clutching at the air as Malka held her in the air by her nape, claws extended as if in pursuit of prey.\n\nChumvi grit his teeth in vicarious delight, only remembering a moment later what he was biting down in was Kula’s flesh. When the girl cried out, though, it wasn’t in pain. A wave of sounds rolled through the cave. A call-and-response: involuntary and reflexive, as Malka, Nala, and Kula came one after the other. Kula was panting, tongue out, eyes wide watching Malka dump his load into Nala until it poured down the back of her leg. Her body shuddered against Chumvi, driving the cub boy to the edge of madness as her cum-slicked fur teased along his member.\n\nThen, at last, the sounds died down as the cubs’ orgasms began to fade. Kula and Nala slumped to the floor at the same time, limp in post orgasmic bliss. \n\n“Fuck,” Chumvi mumbled, looking down at his full dripping erection disconsolately. \n\n“Made a mess there, huh buddy?” Tama quipped. \n\n“Not as much as I wish,” Chumvi grumbled, a bit miffed at the big grin on the girl cub’s face. She didn’t have to be so smug about it!\n\n“I’m sure we can find something for you to do with it. It’s gotta be useful for something.” Tama teased. “But first… Hey Kula, you just gonna let that dry on your ass or what?”\n\n“Oh no!” Kula turned, trying to lick at the wetness all over her rumpfur. She wasn’t the thinnest cub, though, and her tongue barely reached.\n\n“Ha! Don’t worry about it. We’ve got our own ass-cleaner right here!” Tama grinned, showing fangs. \n\n“No!” Simba sniffled, tearing his eyes away from Nala and Malka and looking at Kula.\n\n“Yes!” Tama retorted. “And I swear to the Kings, if you say ‘please don’t’ I will stick a foot so deep up your ass you’ll need Rafiki to find it! Now say you’ll be a good little princess so I don’t have to get my foot dirty, and maybe I’ll even let you up.” Tama growled, kicking Simba in the rump with a hindpaw none too gently. “Say it!”\n\n“I’ll be a good princess!” Simba cried, almost crying when Tama stepped back letting his arms free. The cub whimpered, rubbing them as the blood rushed back.\n\n“Now tell Kula you’d be happy to give her ass a nice bath.”\n\n“I… I…” Simba swallowed, realizing anything but complete compliance wouldn’t go well for him. His ears hugged his skull. It felt like they’d been like that for days. \n\n“I’ll… I’d be… happy to give your ass a bath, Kula,” Simba sniffled.\n\n“Eww,” Kula responded, a hint of sass returning to her demeanor. “Don’t you think he’ll, like… like it?”\n\n“Does he look like he’ll like it?” Tama responded, rolling her eyes. “If you want sticky fur for the rest of the day, that’s fine with me. Geez.”\n\n“Fine!” Kula relented. She marched over to Simba without making eye contact and turned, pressing her rump right into Simba’s face. He wrinkled his nose, staring in distaste at the discolored stain of Chumvi’s cum, the scent of it and Kula’s fading arousal heavy in his nose. He stuck his tongue out, lapping up the other boy’s preseed before the others could chastise him for hesitating, doing his best to ignore the salty tang and utter humiliation.\n\nAfter having his muzzle filled with urine, after all, what did it matter?\n\n“Mff. I guess that’s not so bad,” Kula admitted, relaxing a little once Simba demonstrated his willingness to behave. Little by little the girl cub slid her rump around, until Simba’s nose was buried under her tail, his tongue sliding over her moist quim. He had never imagined he would ever be licking under a female’s tail and not feel aroused by it, but here he was, sniffling and lapping her juices from her fur as if he were her mother, pleasure the furthest thing from his mind.\n\nHe kept licking, showing as much enthusiasm as he dared. Pushing harder than he needed to, in fact, in hopes that he might somehow cause some discomfort, but Kula just held herself to his muzzle, blocking out his view entirely.\n\n“Heh, doesn’t look like a bath to me,” Malka’s voice floated to his ears.\n\n“Shut up,” Kula replied, but her voice cracked halfway through. Was she liking this? Simba growled to himself and shoved his tongue right up inside her hole as roughly as he could, but Kula just gasped and pressed herself down harder, making it hard for him to breath.\n\n“Yeah, so much for just a bath!”\n\nThe pressure on Simba’s head slackened and then lifted, leaving the cub unencumbered for the first time in an hour. \n\n“See, good as new.” Tama commented, swatting Kula’s rump. “Good work, Princess,” she patted Simba on the head twice. Simba shook, feeling the blood flow through his sleeping limbs again. He sniffed and looked at Tama. Her eyes were narrowed and he didn’t like the look on her face at all. She was smiling at him. Daring him to say something. Try something. Simba held her gaze. This wasn’t the Tama he remembered at all. She’d always been tough and not always nice to him, but this was different. Tama’s ears flicked, noticing the sudden change in Simba’s demeanor, but the moment was interrupted as Chumvi ran over to Nala, who had risen and come to stand next to Malka.\n\n“Nala! Hey Nala! I was thinking, you know, you being such a lioness and all… I’m sure you want more while Malka’s resting up, right? So, you know, I could…”\n\n“Hey! Back off, Chumvi!” Nala growled, stopping Chumvi’s advance cold in its tracks. \n\n“Whoa! I was just--”\n\n“You think I just lift my tail for any lion just because I let you watch?”\n\n“N-No, that’s not--”\n\n“I took Malka cause he’s proved himself!”\n\n“Hey! I- I can prove myself!” Chumvi insisted, managing to stand his ground for a moment, though he was forced far back on his haunches in obvious submission. \n\n“Prove yourself a baboon,” Tama snickered not entirely under her breath.\n\n“No! I’m a lion and I’m gonna have a pride!” Chumvi growled, standing back up tall, though not daring to move forward towards the bristling Nala. \n\n“Not with me, you’re not,” Nala hissed. “Not yet. Not until you prove yourself a male.”\n\nChumvi’s dark neck fur stood on end, and he took a step forward, his pride injured enough to prick his courage.\n\n“What, you want me to pin him?” He glanced at Malka, his tail swishing with nerves, muscles bunching as he crouched a little. \n\n“Oh, please try,” Tama piped in.\n\n“Don’t be stupid!” Nala scoffed, taking a protective step against Malka even though he didn’t seem particularly concerned.\n\n“What then?” Chumvi followed Nala’s gaze, stopping on Simba. “Him?”\n\n“Her!” Tama corrected, ignoring Nala’s annoyed chuff in her direction.\n\n“Yeah. Him,” Nala grinned. “You can’t expect me to want you if you can’t even pin a lioness, can you? You make him your lioness and first and then, maybe I’ll think about it.”\n\n“Nala!” Simba stood, shaking himself, though the mess in his fur had mostly stiffened by now, making his fur stand out at all angles. “Come on! No, Chumvi! I’m-- I’m your friend!”\n\n“You tried to rape Tama!” Nala snarled. “I’m giving you the chance to fight, Simba. Be a lion!”\n\n“I didn’t try to rape her! I swear! She made this up!”\n\nNala stamped her foot with a hiss. \n\n“I. Don’t. Believe you.”\n\n“M-Malka?” Simba quivered, daring to turn to his rival for support. Malka’s ears dipped, and he looked once to Nala, meeting her angry eyes. For a second Simba felt hope that the other cub might join his cause as the two cubs stared at each other in silent conflict.\n\n“This is fair,” Malka said at last. “You did this, lion. You win, this is over. You lose…” he shrugged. “That’s tradition.”\n\nSimba squared up instantly, bracing himself as Chumvi turned and gathered himself without warning. He wouldn’t have any help, then, but at least the other cubs wouldn’t interfere! This was tribal combat. Primitive, simple, and so old none of the cubs had been taught the rules. It simply was. \n\nChumvi dodged left then struck right. Simba blocked the blow by instinct, his confidence rising. His father had taught him a few moves. He could do this! \n\nHis confidence was short lived. Chumvi was a blur. Driven by the promise of his prize, the young cub fought well above his normal ability. Simba’s sore paws were sluggish, and the adrenaline fueling his initial defense faded within minutes. Simba could remember pinning Chumvi on many occasions, even humiliating him in front of Nala once or twice to impress her. She had never seemed very impressed, but Simba in his youthful hubris had made sure to flaunt his victories anyway.\n\nThose were the memories that stuck most in his mind as Chumvi finally swept his forelegs from under him and he hit the ground hard. He knew he could rise, if he really wanted to, but what was the point? Tama wasn’t ever going to let this end well for him.\n\nMaybe he did deserve this after all.\n\n“I did it!” Chumvi gasped, his sides heaving as he stood on the pinned Simba. “I did it!” He exclaimed louder, ears and tail held high in victory.\n\n“You gotta finish it,” Tama grinned, looking right at Simba while everyone else was looking at Chumvi. Through his tears Simba managed to growl. She had won this round, but she wouldn’t win the next one.\n\n“F-finish it?” Chumvi stammered, confused.\n\n“You pinned her, she’s yours. Right, Nala?” \n\nNala’s ears dipped, and Simba realized then she hadn’t thought Chumvi would actually pin him. If he had of just stood… Just kept fighting, perhaps she would have called the whole thing off, but now…\n\nNala shook herself, and her eyes hardened a little, her moment of sympathy gone. “Right.” She agreed, turning to Chumvi. “You have to mount her to prove yourself. That’s how it works.”\n\nIt wasn’t at all how it worked, and Simba new that from his lessons on royal justice and pride traditions. He opened his mouth to explain the law, but cut himself off. They wouldn’t listen, would they? No, they didn’t deserve the law. He’d keep it to himself, take whatever they gave out and when he was free… He’d show them the law!\n\n“Fine!” Chumvi was saying. Simba realized he’d missed some debate amongst the others and growled as Chumvi rolled him onto his stomach again. As the brown cub repositioned himself, Simba new he could run. He might not get far, but he would get far enough to bash that leering smile off Tama’s face! But no. That wouldn’t be enough. He growled as Chumvi pressed up behind him and lifted his tail, closing his eyes tight against the humiliation. Biting down on his own paw in preparation and ennured against the pain he knew was coming.\n\n“This feels weird!” Chumvi complained, pulling Simba’s tail up and out of the way. \n\n“What, can’t even fuck a lioness after all?” Tama taunted.\n\n“He’s a boy!” Chumvi growled, looking down to his own erection as if it were betraying him.\n\n“You can give up, if you want,” Nala shrugged. \n\n“N-no!” Chumvi growled, closed his eyes, and thrust.\n\n“Ahhhhh!” Simba gasped out into his paw, despite his preparation. That hurt! How had Nala wanted this? Chumvi’s cock was stuck halfway into him, the brown cub’s hips pressed tight enough Simba could feel the other boy’s balls against his own. Tears of humiliation came to his eyes again, but he kept them shut tight, imagining Tama’s face when he got his revenge instead.\n\n “Wow, he actually did it!” Kula said, eyes wide.\n\n“Fuck yeah he did. How’s the princess’ asshole?” Tama laughed, striding over to the side to get a better view of Chumvi rocking his hips back and forth.\n\n“It’s… It’s not bad, actually!” Chumvi admitted, hunching forward as his awkwardness faded into pleasure, letting himself feel the tight clenches of Simba’s tailhole. \n\n“It’s… kind of hot,” Kula cooed. “It’s, like…”\n\n“Dirty,” Nala finished. She stepped forward, brushing her side against Malka.\n\n“Malky?” she coo’ed, leaning in to lick at his ear. \n\n“Yeah?”\n\n“I want you to do something for me,” she growled. Malka turned to look, ears twitching at the expression on Nala’s muzzle. The girl leaned up to give him a kiss on the cheek, her tongue caressing to his ear. “Actually. Maybe a few things,” she growled, “but to start, how about you make him clean your cock, hmm?”\n\n“I-I dunno, Nala,” Malka whispered, looking from Simba to her, reluctant to stand in the way of Nala’s clear arousal. “That’s not… That’s not the law.” \n\n“I know,” Nala purred, whispering ever so softly in Malka’s tufted ear. Teasing those black tufts with her nose as she urged him on. “But he deserves it, and… and I wanna see. I wanna see you mount his muzzle and clean you after you’ve fucked my ass. I want him to know you’re the prince here. \n\n“Nala…”\n\n“Please?” The desire in her voice was so stark, so raw, that the fur along Malka’s spine rose and, as Nala’s tongue gave another caress down his cheek, he abandoned his concerns.\n\n“Alright, I’ll do it.”\n\n“Tell him,” Nala breathed, grinning and turning to walk towards Simba, her tail swishing behind her, high and revealing, Malka’s eyes trailing her the whole way.\n\n“N-Nala? What’re you doing?” Simba opened his eyes as Nala stepped closer. He didn’t like the look in her eyes. Not at all.\n\n“Not what I’m doing, buzzard brain. What he’s gonna do.” Nala grinned, letting a cocky grin cover her muzzle. \n\nSimba followed her gaze to Malka, eyes opening wide as the other lion boy strode towards him, cock dangling. \n\n“W-what?”\n\n“This is why you don’t force lioness! Malka growled. “Don’t you dare close that muzzle!” \n\n[hugethumb]1636761[/hugethumb]\n\nSimba was too shocked to respond. His muzzle continued to gape open, not out of obedience but horror as Malka grasped his headfur and mounted his muzzle. The other boy wasted no time, shoving his cock fully into Simba’s muzzle until his sweaty groinfur was pressed tight to Simba’s nose.\n\nSimba gagged, then gagged again, the taste of Nala’s rump and the foreign taste of boy cock filling his muzzle. His claws slid from his paws, but he couldn’t move an inch with Malka holding him down in front and Chumvi in back. This was too much!\n\nMalka didn’t even talk to him. He just held Simba’s head down, casually stroking his cock back and forth. Despite his best efforts, Simba couldn’t help licking at it. Feeling Malka’s barbs on his tongue, tickling and pulling. Leaving bits of odd flavors behind.\n\n“Fuck that’s good stuff,” Tama growled from the side, shaking herself as if a chill had run through her fur. She leaned back against the cave wall, spreading her legs as if she were the only one in the room, starting to paw herself watching Chumvi and Malka double-team Simba. Nala’s eyes were locked on the trio, but Kula stared at Tama, mouth open. At first Tama ignored her, but after a few minutes she turned her head, making eye contact with the gaping girl.\n\n“Come here, Kula,” Tama called, and Kula came running as if she had been waiting for those words all her life. \n\nWhich, by some measure of time, she had.\n\nTama pulled her in, whispering in her ear, paw never leaving her pussy. Kula nodded and licked her lips, looking back once at Tama before padding over towards the trio in the center of the cave. Kula stepped up close to Chumvi, nosing at his arm. \n\n“Just keep going,” she murmured. “I… Tama wants something. Just keeping going.” She looked away shyly, and then back, not making eye contact with the confused boycub. “I liked earlier. I hope it feels good when you…” she trailed off, looked as if she were considering finishing, and then stepped around the thrusting boy. He gasped a little as she nuzzled his balls, finding himself thrusting harder, spurred through his confusion by her closeness. Then he felt her pressing closer, his balls sliding onto her nose.\n\n“AHH!” Everyone but Tama jumped as Simba shrieked, his cry echoing in the small cave. Malka leaped back just in time, and Chumvi leaned closer, wrapping his paws around Simba as if fearing he might leap away.\n\nSimba looked around in panic, claws scratching at the floor. “Who… Someone’s biting-- AHHH!! OWW!!” \n\n“What the hell, Kula?” Malka growled. “Are you out of your mind?”\n\n“Don’t worry, she’s just play nibbling. Probably.” Tama grinned at Malka, keeping eye contact with him while pawing herself. Daring him to drop his eyes to her wet, glistening pussy. \n\n“Tell her to stop.” Malka growled. “He doesn’t--”\n\n“Let her.” Nala interrupted, stepping forward and nosing at Malka’s flank. He stiffened, but let her nuzzle along his hindquarters, until she drew her tongue over his balls. \n\n“He doesn’t deserve that,” Malka growled, but stood still as Nala lapped at him. Feeling his erection throb at her attention.\n\n“You deserve this,” is all she said, and Malka lowered his head, spreading his legs a little as Nala suckled his his balls into her muzzle. His ears flattened as Simba let out another series of screams, but he kept his eyes closed, feeling Nala press her muzzle under his tail with a boldness he knew by instinct few lionesses could ever match.\n\nNo one saw as Tama mouthed “harder” to Kula. Kula watched Tama, her eyes never wavering from Tama’s paw. Perhaps if she wasn’t so mesmerized she would have hesitated. But as she watched Tama’s brown pawtoe slide into her exposed pussy, she bit harder onto Simba’s sensitive ballsack.\n\nSimba’s scream seemed a thousand miles away as she watched Tama press her paw deep inside herself. Spreading her legs wider just so Kula could watch her pawfucking herself. She was distantly aware of Chumvi roaring above her. Of his balls twitching against her muzzle and, moments later, of hot liquid dripping down her nose.\n\nAll she cared about was the look on Tama’s face.\n\nShe bit harder. The howls, though louder than ever, faded away as she watched Tama tilt her head back, muzzle open as she came hard. Her legs twitching and paws clenched. Kula imagined she could even see her stretched pink lips clenching around the cub’s paw. With a start, she let go over Simba’s balls as she felt herself cumming, untouched. Hindquarters quavering, hunching towards the floor uncontrollably as orgasm rocked through her, leaving her gasping with Chumvi’s cum, fresh from Simba’s ass, dripping down her face.\n\nIn that moment, she didn’t even care.\n\nSimba gave one last shout as Chumvi dismounted, his barbs yanking along his sensitive inner ass. He lay, face down and eyes closed, trying with all his bravery not to cry. To deny Tama that small satisfaction. He heard Nala say “your turn,” to Malka. He heard him argue. He heard him give in. He stayed in his position, head down on the still-wet cave floor as Malka mounted him. He heard himself gasp when Malka penetrated his tailhole, and he heard Malka whisper “Sorry, lion” in his ear. \n\nNothing mattered. Nothing except making it through this. He would find justice. If this was the price, so be it.\n\n“I did it, Nala!” Chumvi was saying next to him. He opened his eyes the merest sliver. Watching as Chumvi stood next to his betrothed, his sides heaving and his ears high. Taking no notice of the cub whose dignity had been the price of his victory. Nala smiled at him, and for a moment Simba had to close his eyes again to keep from screaming. \n\n“Yeah, you really did. Nice moves,” Nala admitted, her eyes on Malka.\n\n“So… I mean. Can I?” Nala looked at the brown-furred cub as if thinking about it. After a moment, the cub rolled onto her hips, beckoning with her head. “Come here, Chumvi. Put a paw around me.” Chumvi took a step forward, wrapping a paw around Nala’s shoulders, helping her stay upright. As he watched, she slid one paw down her belly, sliding it between her legs. “A deal’s a deal,” she purred at him. “But it’ll have to wait until sometime when you’re cock hasn’t just been up someone’s ass. But--” she emphasized before Chumvi’s disappointment could fully register. “I’ll give you something else for now. Something I wouldn’t give just any lion.”\n\n“Getting cozy, huh?” Tama cut in, matching her friend’s grin. She had risen from her spot on the wall, walking over to stand next to Simba, who was doing his best to ignore her presence. She looked over Malka’s thrusting form with obvious appreciation. “Maybe you’ve got the right idea!” Still smirking, the girl turned, laying back against Simba’s side. Malka looked down at her in surprise, and she just looked up at him. “Don’t stop now, beautiful,” she chided, making Malka roll his eyes. \n\n“Get on your hindlegs,” Nala muttered to Chumvi, who lifted himself, using Nala for balance. He gasped in shocked pleasure as her paw closed around his sheath, his dirty cock springing to full hardness at the first touch. “Go ahead and get my paw messy, Chumv,” Nala purred, starting to paw herself and the other cub at the same time. “Let’s enjoy the show.”\n\n“Fuck that, I’ve got my own show,” Tama teased from Simba’s side. Her gaze fell on Kula, who was waiting just off to the side, her eyes once against locked on Tama. As if summoned, she stepped towards the other lion girl, responding to an unspoken call until she stood close enough to smell Tama’s arousal. At last Tama did beckon with a paw and Kula came closer, allowing Tama to reach up and put a paw on her head. She realized she was shivering a little, anticipation coursing through her. She would do anything.\n\nTama stroked her head, parting small rows through her fur with her claws. The fire in her eyes made Kula feel as if she would alight at any moment.\n\n“You want to put that muzzle between my legs.”\n\n“Yes,” Kula agreed as if it were a question. They both knew it was not.\n\n“Malka here has me thinking maybe I need a bitch of my own. And seeing you standing here, ass cum on your face, well… Maybe you’re just slut enough for the job.”\n\n“I am! I am, please…,” Kula interjected, whining as she felt Tama’s claws tease her flesh.\n\n“Are you sure?” Tama cooed, letting Kula feel just a hint of pressure on the top of her head, spreading her legs wider until the scent of her sex filled Kula’s nose.\n\n“Yes please, Tama!” Kula begged, eyes half-lidded with desire beyond all hope of control. “Tama, tell me I can. Tell me I can be your bitch! MFF!!”\n\nKula’s begging was cut off as Tama pressed the lioness cub’s nose into her pussy, moaning a little as Kula’s nose smeared across it. “Mmm, not a bad show after all,” Tama hissed upwards at Malka, who was looking down, watching Kula begin eagerly licking Tama out.\n\n“Not bad,” he growled in agreement, his thrusts increasing in tempo.\n\n“Mmm, Malka likes it,” Tama cooed down at Kula, whose ears blushed though she didn’t look up. “Show him how good that slut tongue looks up my cunt, bitch. Mmmm yesss that’s it. All the way!” Tama leaned back against Simba’s side, eyes closed, thrusting her hips up against Kula’s nose. Fucking her tongue while Kula struggled to breath and every so often opening an eye to watch Kula struggle to get deeper into her pussy.\n\nMalka was close now. On one side he had Tama and Kula going at it like rogues. On the other, Nala pawing herself hard, watching him thrust away and clearly getting off on it. Her paw wrapped around Chumvi’s hard cock, stroking it firmly as Chumvi just hung on for dear life. And on the other, a hot, tight hole wrapped around his cock. He may have mixed feelings about the situation, but the pleasure was undeniable, and the die was cast. He was going to cum in Simba’s ass no matter now. He had done his best to keep his thrusts easy and give Simba a break, but now he couldn’t help himself from pushing a little deeper thrust after thrust. Pressing faster and harder until his balls slapped against Simba’s. \n\n“He’s getting close,” Nala groaned, both paws speeding up. “That’s the look he gets before he fills me.”\n\n“I-I’m close too,” Chumvi gasped. “Real close!”\n\n“Just cum,” Nala purred, bumping Chumvi’s shoulder with her head. “Just let it go. Ohhh… I know I am… Oh…. Oh fuck, gonna cum!”\n\nSimba snuck a peek at the duo just in time to see Nala shudder in Chumvi’s grasp. The dark brown cub’s face twisted, and Simba had just enough time to throw his paws over his head as the other boy came, spraying sticky cum over Simba’s arms. Splashing it onto Simba’s nose and Nala’s soft paw. Hunching and letting himself spray freely, driven by the feeling of Nala shuddering against him.\n\n[hugethumb]1636763[/hugethumb]\n\nIt wasn’t long before Malka joined them. The boy snarled, grasping Simba tightly and pressing himself fully into the other boy’s ass. Holding himself there as he unloaded for the second time deep within Simba’s tail. Gentle intentions forgotten in the moment, he pulled on Simba’s nape with his teeth, making Simba gasp. He thrust that way a moment longer before yanking out to a loud “ahh!” from Simba as the last of Malka’s load splashed over Simba’s rump and balls. \n\nNo one but Kula was paying enough attention to see the girl cub reach her peak to the sound of Simba’s gasps. For once, she was the quietest one in the cave. Kula knew exactly what was happening though. It didn’t surprise her for a moment when Tama reached down and grabbed her ears. It hurt when she pulled on them, but the young cub ignored the pain. She whimpered and felt Tama respond to the sound, pulling harder. Trying to force more of the girl’s tongue inside of her. Grinding Kula’s nose into her clit. Then, at last, in a silent burst of lust, spreading her legs wide and filling Kula’s muzzle with a wave of savory girlcum. Squeezing Kula’s tongue over and over as ripples of orgasm washed over her. Kula made no attempt to get away, pressing herself into Tama’s snatch. Holding her breath until her vision swam. Desperate to taste every last drop.\n\nWhen Tama finally pushed Kula back, her muzzle was drenched. She looked up in wonder, and Tama smirked up at her, running a paw along Kula’s muzzle and then slipping it into her mouth, feeling her suckle the cum off. “Not bad, bitch,” Tama purred before rolling to her feet, leaving Kula to follow her in a lustful daze.\n\nOne by one the cubs gathered around Malka, who was licking himself clean a few feet back from Simba. Simba stayed exactly where he was, paws still over his muzzle, cum splashed over him from in front and behind. He could stand, or run, or anything else. But what would be the point? His tears were even drying into his fur, and he had no more to give. So he stayed right where he was, as one by on the other cubs walked away to join Malka. He couldn’t hear what they were saying, and he didn’t care. He just wanted them to leave.\n\n“Holy shit, look what you guys did to his asshole,” Kula gasped, staring in horrified wonder. Simba remained with his rump in the air, tail to the side, his gaping asshole exposed and still dripping cum. \n\n“It’s kind of hot,” Tama agreed.\n\n“Well I hope he’s learned his lesson,” Nala added, trying to put more strength into her voice then she felt.\n\nAs if sensing Nala’s concern, Tama growled “Not nearly enough for what he did. You don’t think he’s learned to keep his paws off lionesses just from this, do you, Nala? I mean, he tried to rape your best friend!”\n\n“Well, no, I guess, but--”\n\n“Can you imagine if it was, like, an adult?” All the cubs turned to look at Chumvi as he interrupted, his gaze still on Simba’s ass. “It’s so…. Open.”\n\n“Could that even happen?” Malka wondered aloud. “Like, you know, an adult and a cub?”\n\n“That’s so nasty,” Nala gasped. “Like…” she looked around from face to face, at a loss for words.\n\n“I don’t know. I guess it could be hot,” Chumvi ventured, ears low, ready to be mocked.\n\n“Hell yeah,” Tama added.\n\n“Mm!” Kula licked her lips. “That’s so wrong. I’d cream just watching that. No way that’s possible, though.”\n\n“Gods you guys are such pervs,” Nala gaspd. “But, I guess… I guess it would be…”\n\n“Can’t you just imagine a huge adult cock doing… that?” Kula cocked her head towards Simba. “Or with a girl, I guess. I wouldn’t want it to be me, though! That’d sure be a way to teach a lesson!”\n\nNala stole another look, wrapping her tail around herself as if in shame. “I guess it would be pretty hot. “There’s no way it’s possible though--”\n\n“I’ve done it.”\n\nAll the cubs stared at Tama, mouths agape.\n\n“You’ve what?” Nala exclaimed.\n\nTama sat up tall, resisting the other cubs’ judgement. “I’ve done it with a grown-up lion,” she repeated. “It’s possible if you’re not a wuss.”\n\nA flurry of questions followed until Tama stamped her paw for silence. “Shush! I’m not gonna tell who, okay? It was just a thing, and it’d sure teach a cub who doesn’t know their place a lesson.” She looked around from face to face as if gauging the audience, delighting in the cubs hanging on her every word.\n\n“I bet Scar would do him.”\n\nAgain, everyone spoke at once until Malka cut in, amazement in his voice. “Whoa, whoa, whoa… You can’t be serious here?”\n\n“He probably totally would,” Chumvi agreed. “He’s creepy.”\n\n“Simba’s his nephew!” \n\n“So what?” Tama threw back. “Do you see them hanging out? It’s not like Scar and Mufasa are friends.”\n\n“She’s right,” Kula added. “My mom says they don’t talk much anymore. Scar’s mad about something. She said he doesn’t even like Simba.”\n\n“So it’s a plan, then,” Tama said, glaring at Malka with defiance. “If anything can teach him not to be a creep, it’s having Scar take care of him. It’s what he deserves! Right Nala?”\n\nThere was silence as the cubs waited, knowing Nala’s word would be the last on this.\n\nTama growled with impatience and shook herself after a moment of silence. “Vote of paws. Paw in if we get Scar to fuck Simba so he knows never to try to force another lioness again!”\n\nTama stuck out her paw first, holding it on the ground between all the circled cubs. After a moment, Kula’s joined hers, then Chumvi’s. Still, the other cubs looked to Nala, waiting on her vote despite their quorum.\n\n“What he did was bad,” Nala agreed. “And, I dunno…”\n\n“It’ll be hot,” Kula supplied, and Nala’s blush gave away her feelings. \n\n“Just this once,” Chumvi added. “He’ll learn a lesson and, well… We get to see what happens.”\n\n“This is crazy,” Malka interjected, stepping out of the circle, casting his vote. “That’s not tradition!”\n\n“You don’t even know that,” Tama scoffed. “You’re not royalty, Malka, no matter what Nala says. ‘The punishment should be a measure greater than crime’!”\n\nMalka opened his muzzle to retort, but Nala spoke first. “She’s right. He needs to learn he can’t do this, and the law says a lion who forces a lioness when he isn’t king ‘may be treated as a lioness himself by his king.’ Scar’s not king, but Mufasa isn’t going to do anything, so I say it’s close enough.”\n\n“It’s definitely one measure greater,” Chumvi agreed.\n\nNala lifted her paw with surety, placing it in the center. \n\n“Let’s get him cleaned up,” Tama nodden towards Simba, her lifted ears the only sign of her excitement. “I’ll be sure to mention all the fun things that could happen if he starts yapping about this.” She let herself smile, showing a lot more confidence than anyone in the circle actually felt. \n\n“Let’s find Scar.”", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "“Tama! C’mon! C’moooooon!”

“Leave me alone, Simba!” Tama rolled her eyes, rolling over onto her back in a way that was both dismissive and revealing. She smirked, watching Simba’s eyes go right between her legs. Boys.

“I’m sleeping!”

“You are not,” Simba whined.

“Oh my gods, leave me alone!”

“You promised!”

“Go ask Nala!”

Simba made a face of such pathos that Tama almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

“She’s with Malka, huh?”

“Maybe,” Simba scratched at the ground. “I’m not asking her. I’m asking you. And you promised!”

Tama opened her mouth with a sharp retort, but held it in. A plan began forming in her mind.

“Yeah. Yeah, I promised. Alright. You probably want to get Nala back after last time, huh?”

“Yeah, I guess,” Simba looked at her, aware that things had taken an unexpected turn but unsure why.

Tama sat up a little bit, leaving her legs spread. Simba’s eyes darted down, then back to hers.

“Go ahead. Smell it.” Tama waited, neither urging nor covering herself as he thought over what was happening. After a moment he took a step forward, sliding his nose between her legs.

“Ah-ah, no touchy just yet,” Tama put a hindpaw on his head when he got too close, feeling his breath against her groin as he breathed in her scent. She knew she had him.

“You like that?”

“Y-yeah!” Simba gasped, his head fuzzing over with the heady scent of lioness sex.

“Mmm, you don’t want to just touch it, I bet. You want Nala to know you touched it, huh?”

“Yeah,” Simba answered, then shook his head, clearing it enough to rein himself in. “I mean, maybe,” he amended, eyes narrowing. “Why?”

“Meet me at the play den a little after high sun,” Tama winked, rolling over. “I’ll make sure she sees what our prince is made of.”

Simba’s ears went up, whether at the mention of fucking or being acknowledged the prince, she wasn’t sure. She stood, making sure she held her tail high.

“Don’t disappoint me, Simba!”

“Y-yeah! I mean, no! I mean--” Simba called after her. She just rolled her eyes, rushing off to pull the rest of her plan together.

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“Tama?” Simba’s voice echoed into the play den. It was a small cave with an entrance just large enough for a cub to scramble into. The cave was nowhere near the size of Pride Rock, but  there was plenty of room in there for all kinds of games, and the cubs often used it to talk away from the adults.

“C’mon in!” Tama’s face popped up at the entrance of the cave. “Hurry up! Nala could show up any second!”

Simba ducked low, sliding under the rocks and into the cave, sitting as his eyes adjusted to the dimness.

“She’s coming to the cave?”

“Mm, you wanted her to watch, didn’t you?” Tama strode up to Simba, eyes lidded. “You want her to see us… Play.”

Simba gasped as Tama put her paw between his legs, squeezing his sheath. He hadn’t been touched like that in weeks, and instantly felt himself growing erect.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Tama grinned. She leaned forward, her breath hot on Simba’s ear. “You want her to watch us fucking, right, Simba?”

“Yes!” Simba breathed. He really didn’t care if Nala watched or not at this point, but he wasn’t going to say that now. He just wanted to fuck. His confidence was returning and he allowed a leer to cover his muzzle.

“She’s gonna know she’s missing out! Who does she think Malka is, anyway? He’s such a dweeb!” Simba grinned in what he imagined was a winning fashion. “She’ll be pretty jealous, seeing you with a real prince!”

“Oh won’t she just,” Tama choked out. She turned, batting Simba’s face with her tail in an adult fashion. Simba was so enthralled that he missed seeing her looking to the cave entrance and smile. “Mmm, yeah. She’ll be speechless when she sees what I do to you,” Tama purred, lifting her tail and lowering her body to the floor, a clear invitation.

“Whatcha gotta do is not put your thingy inside yet, alright though?” Tama instructed. “That way you don’t end too fast, right? Not until she’s here. Just rub it on my butt. It’ll look the same to her, and keep you stiff. Then when she shows up… Show her what a prince can do.”

Simba tried not to show his disappointment, but muttered “yeah, alright” as he mounted onto Tama’s back. The feeling of her fur against his belly sent shivers through the cub so intense that he whimpered aloud. Every instinct in him told him to find Tama’s hole and fill it, but he fought that instinct, instead grinding his hard cubcock into the lioness cub’s soft rumpfur.

“Mm, oh yeah, Simba! Fuck me hard! Tell Nala you love it!” Tama almost shouted; her tone, Simba thought, unnecessarily exaggerated. But what else could be expected of a lioness being mounted by a prince? He wasn’t about to disappoint, so the prince played along, grinding his hardon deep into Tama’s rumpfur. Feeling it tease about her small entrance, his barbs sometimes sliding over it just right to send chills up his hunched spine.

“I love… I love fucking your pussy!” Simba got off to a rocky start, his hazy brain reaching for his limited vocabulary of naughty words. He didn’t even consider that Tama’s expression of lust might not be genuine. “Bet you wish you were getting fucked like this, Nala! Tama’s gonna get full of royal cum and you’re not! Mmfff… Nala, I love it! Oh!”

Simba trailed off as his cock brushed along Tama’s slit, just deep enough to feel its warmth.

It felt good. It felt really, really good.

It felt so good Simba didn’t realize they had company until he felt Tama suddenly duck from underneath him. He shouted as he lost his balance, and would have fallen face-first onto the floor if not for two sets of paws grabbing his arms from either side.

“Owww!” Simba cried out as his arms bent behind his body. It slowed his face-first descent into the rock floor, but strained his shoulders something awful as his arms were bent against his back, paws held tightly. “W-what?” He twisted, desperate to see who was behind him, unable to move from his awkward position.

“You called?” Simba’s eyes opened wide as Nala’s face filled his field of vision.

“N-Nala?”

“In the fur!” Nala smirked, standing up again, leaving him staring at her paws and struggling with his unseen captors.

“Tama, help! Lemme up!” Simba managed.

“Get yourself up, your highness,” Tama ground out, grooming her paw. “Gods, I can’t believe you all talked me into letting him touch my ass. Disgusting!”

Simba growled, pulling until he thought his joints might pop. Laughter rewarded his effort, a chorus that made his ears wilt.

“Man, he can’t even shake off a lioness,” came Chumvi’s voice.

“Hey!” Nala and Tama responded at once.

That must mean…

“He’s not very strong, huh?” Kula agreed. Great. Even Kula was able to hold him down.

“Get off, you hippo!” Simba snarled.

“Rude!” Kula shot back, her grip tightening.

“Guys, c’mon! I was just…”

“Just trying to force Tama to fuck you?” Nala interrupted.

“No! ...Wait, what?”

“Yeah, not cool, lion,” Malka chimed in, his brown paws stepping into view next to Nala’s.

“I didn’t! I wouldn’t!” Simba strained to look up at the cubs, actual horror in his expression. They couldn’t be serious, could they?

“He knew he couldn’t beat me one on one, so he tried to pin me in my sleep!” Tama whimpered. “Can you believe that?”

“That’s low, even for you, Simba!” Nala scolded, stamping her paw angrily.

Simba still couldn’t believe what he as hearing. He stammered his innocence, but no one was listening.

“C’mon, Malka. Let’s show him how a real prince treats his lioness. Tama, he’s all yours.”

Simba did his best to look up, making eye contact with the leering Tama.

“Tama, tell them I didn’t!” The dusky-furred cub lowered herself a little, moving close enough to Simba for him to see his reflection in her eyes. She stepped forward, putting her muzzle against his ear, using it to mask her words.

“All I heard was ‘all mine’, you little bitch,” she hissed into his ear.

Simba thrashed one more time, tears springing to his eyes. He wasn’t going anywhere.

“What’re you gonna do with him?” Kula asked.

“But I didn’t…”

“You did enough,” Tama growled. Her face,ears, and posture all looked hurt, but Simba was close enough to see the look in her eyes. Suddenly he knew this was a trap. It was her trap and he’d fallen for it.

“I’m not a meanie like you though. You wanted this, huh, Simba?” Tama purred. She turned, lifting her tail up high. Chumvi and Kula both gasped “whoa,” above him. He could just imagine their eyes transfixed on her lifted tail. He tried, but found he couldn’t look away.

Yes, he had wanted that. That was the bait. The bait he would never have refused.

Tama shook her rump slowly, her hind legs curving in a salacious half-crouch.

“I asked you a question!” she barked, and Simba’s ears lay flat against his head.

“Y-yeah. Fine, I wanted it! There’s nothing wrong with that!”

“You think just ‘cause your dad’s king you can take anything you want!” Kula accused.

“Yeah, even your dad doesn’t force lionesses,” Chumvi added. “That’s disgusting. You don’t deserve to see her.”

“No, no, let him watch,” Tama interrupted, flicking her tail across Simba’s nose. She arched her back as her tail swung to the side. Simba had one quick moment to close his eyes as the first splash of Tama’s urine splashed across his face.

“Eww!”

“Holy shit!”

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Kula and Chumvi gasped in mixed disgust and curiosity. Simba gagged, his shout of shocked horror rebounding through the small cave.

“Ackthp! Stop! Eww! Stop!” and then he didn’t dare open his muzzle as the smelly, acrid liquid began to run into it. Splashing across the crown of his head and down his neck. Down his cheeks and nose. Dripping into a puddle about his chin until he couldn’t lift his head out of it any more. He couldn’t avoid the scent or the taste, but could only writhe in Tama’s marking, hoping against hope that either Kula or Chumvi might lose their grip.

“Daaaaaaamn. You’re sick, Tama!” Chumvi laughed, whether from shock or actual delight. “You soaked him, look at that!”

“He’s gonna smell up the whole cave!” Kula groused, wrinkling her nose.

“He was gonna smell up the whole cave anyway!” Chumvi giggled at his own joke.

“Are you done, Tama?” Nala called, rolling her eyes. There may have been the faintest trace of reproach in her voice, but she simply watched as Tama wriggled her rump, shaking the last of her marking on Simba nose as the boy sputtered beneath her.

“I guess Nala’s gonna put on a show for you, Princess,” Tama slapped Simba’s face with her tail again, stepping to the side.

The prince shook his head, clearing the stinging liquid from his eyes. Nala waited, standing stiff and regal like a queen as Malka waited at her side, nipping and kissing at her neck. Their eyes met, and Nala knelt to her belly as Simba watched, tail swinging to the side.

A whine of mixed emotions escaped Simba. Despite everything he felt himself stirring in his sheath at the sight of Nala’s lifted tail. His birthright, mere feet away.

Nala turned her head for a moment, reciprocating Malka’s amorous advances with a deep, tongue-filled kiss.

“Show him how a lion is supposed to act, Malky. Ask me how I want it,”

“Mrr, how do you want it Nala,” Malka purred, sliding his chin down her taut spine. Teasing it until her fur stood on end. Nala stared Simba in the eyes, and he didn’t look away.

“Put it in my ass, Malka,” Nala breathed. “I want him to see me give it to you.”

Malka didn’t hesitate, eyes glittering as he ducked back, pressing his muzzle under Nala’s tail. The girl gasped, eyes closing tight as his tongue passed over her brown pucker, wettening it. Lapping at it again and again, his paw lifting her tail high to give him room to work.

“Now… Now that’s how a prince treats a princess,” she groaned. “Oh fuck yeah… inside…”

Malka growled, pulling at her hips with his paws, teasing his tongue inside the liongirl until she was quivering in his paws. Until the whispered words he had been waiting for, “I’m ready,” reached his ears.

Simba watched agape, heart pounding as Malka mounted his betrothed. From his angle he could see how she arched her back up against him by the slant of her rump. The way her tail lifted, he could see a flash of her pucker for a moment before it was covered by Malka’s rump and balls. He moaned to himself as Nala echoed it in pleasure as Malka pressed his hardness to her tailhole. Simba watched her small pussy clench just the slightest bit as the big cub pressed his way into the girl’s wettened hole.

“Oh yes. Yes, like that, Malky. Take me! Show him who’s the prince of this pride! Oh you make me roar! Ooof, you just know what I want… Yes, harder! Don’t be gentle! AH!”

Malka was already biting into the beige cub’s nape, pulling on it as he forced his cock deep into Nala’s previously virgin tailhole, almost pulling her off the ground with the force of his thrusts.

“Not bad,” Tama commented in clear understatement.

“Gods,” Chumvi muttered, envy apparent in his tone. “Why don’t I ever get to do that?”

“Cause you’ve got hyena dung for brains,” Tama rolled her eyes.

“Ugh, do I have to keep holding him?” Kula mewled, her eyes locked on Nala and Malka.

“Need your paw free?” Chumvi teased.

“Maybe I do!” Kula shot back, biting her lip slightly, almost quivering under Chumvi’s eager gaze. She remembered what happened last time and though she hadn’t been so keen on it at the time, now…

“Sure, I guess you girls are gonna go off and leave me to handle Princess Sniffles here.” Tama sneered. “Guess I’m the only cub here lion enough to put him in his place!”

“You are not!” Chumvi growled.

“Y-yeah!” Kula shot back, though her ears dipped at standing up to Tama.

“Then let’s see you lift your tail, tough guy!”

“You better not!” Simba growled, tearing his eyes away from Nala and Malka’s passion. “I swear, I’ll tell my dad! You’ll be banished if you don’t let me up right now!”

Chumvi gulped, but Tama stepped on Simba’s muzzle, pressing him down into the drying puddle of her piss.

“He’s not going to say anything.” Tama scoffed. “There’s five of us and one of him. He’s always making stuff up; no one will believe him. Besides, if he tries to squeal…” Tama’s claws slid out, poking Simba’s nose, making the boy cub whimper. “There’s a lot nastier stuff we can put in his muzzle to shut him up.” Simba shook, looking up at Tama’s stare, fear coursing through him.
He knew she would make good on her threats.

This wasn’t the cub he had grown up with. It couldn’t be.

“Well I can’t anyway, I have to hold him,” Chumvi tried, but Tama just pushed him aside, grabbing Simba’s arm and holding it tight. Simba snarled as the tendons relaxed for just a moment, pain spearing through his arm.

Chumvi took a step back as if unsure what to do with his burden relieved.

“You’re both such scaredy-birds!” Tama teased.

“Am not!” insisted Kula.

“Oh yeah, you gonna do it too?” Tama grabbed Simba’s other paw, pressing his arms behind his back all by herself, using all her weight. “Prove it!”

“Fine!”

Kula marched in front of Simba, tail high in the air.

“Kula! Kula c’mon, no!” Simba looked up, begging as the girl cub straddled his nose.

“After what you did? You deserve it!” Kula growled with unusual self-righteousness.

“I didn’t---!” Simba gagged again as Kula made good on her boast, splashing urine across his muzzle. She was watching Nala and Malka the whole time, her eyes glued to the humping cubs. Her paw strayed between her legs, even as she let her pee flow, one pawtoe teasing along her clit, the flow splashing wide for a moment.

“Fuck yeah, that’s right!” Tama laughed, making Kula look over her shoulder with a shy blush.

“Feels good….” she murmured, daring to make eye contact with the grinning Tama.

“Let me in!” Chumvi growled, shouldering up next to Kula. She hissed at him, more out of instinct than anything, but held her position as he stood next to her, lifting his tail and adding his stream to hers as Simba spat over and over beneath them, trying and failing to keep the constant flow out of his muzzle.

“Watch it!” Kula cried as the spray traveled down Simba’s back and then over her tail before slackening off over Simba’s neck.

“I can’t control it!” Chumvi insisted, ears blushing. “It just goes!”

“Well shit. It got on me too,” Tama looked down at the wet spots on her chest. “Guess we’re even after all, huh your Royal Wetness?”

“Boys!” Kula muttered, scraping her hindpaws behind her and splashing dust onto Simba’s face as if she had just gone in the wild.

“You didn't mind me being a boy the other day!” Chumvi shot back with a wide grin, shaking his tail as he finished, ignoring Simba’s soft sputtering sobs.

Kula’s retort was cut off by a squeal from the other side of the cave. Both cubs’ focus on each other was stolen away as Nala announced her first orgasm with a full-throated cub roar, her gasps echoing in the small cave. Their position had shifted, Malka pressing Nala’s front onto the ground, her rump lifted upward at a sharp angle as he put his weight into his thrusts, pressing his full length into the mewling cub in long, controlled thrusts. Nala had given him complete control of her body, her front legs splayed, rump rising and lowering to Malka’s thrusts.

The watching cubs had a fine view of Malka’s thick cock pressed deep into Nala’s stretched tailhole, and the dark slit beneath. Nala’s juices gleamed when she moved just right, drawing the eye to her exposed cub pussy.

“Shiiiiiiiit,” Kula groaned, as if disappointed in her own willpower, her ears dipping a little. “I can’t… I gotta…” She lifted a paw, hesitated for one short moment, and the slid it between her legs, pawing herself in the open while watching Malka and Nala. Chumvi turned when she swore, which was uncommon for Kula, his eyes growing wide in shocked surprise at her boldness as she touched herself mere inches away.

“Wh-- mmff!!” Whatever Chumvi was going to say was lost as Kula’s muzzle pressed to his, her tongue sliding into his muzzle and her free paw sliding around one of his arms to pull him closer. Chumvi’s fur stood on end, his sheath swelling almost uncomfortably fast in response to her kiss. Not-so-distant memories sprang to mind, and he found himself pushing back, his tongue wrestling hers as he recalled the feeling of her fur pressed into his as they fucked.

“Ahh… Ahhh….” she breathed when she pulled away, her ears blushing as she turned back to Nala and Malka, making little gasps of breath, her chest rising and falling as waves of sensation flowed through her. Chumvi’s eyes were on her, caught up watching the relentless motion of her paw.

“C-can I… Should I?” he stuttered, unsure how to ask for what he wanted, hovering on the verge of begging, his heart pounding.

“Just… Can you just… Just bite my nape, Chumv?” Kula pleaded in a hoarse whisper. “This time, please?”

Chumvi licked his lips. His heart sank just a little, but he found himself imagining Kula close again and, though it was a little odd to him, he found himself stepping up next to her. She didn’t look at him. Her eyes stayed glued to the show in front of them, but as he stepped closer she bit her lip, ducking her head forward the slightest bit. Chumvi considered his options for the faintest moment, his first instinct to reach out from his position at her side. Then, in a flash of confidence, he knew that wasn’t what he wanted

The dark-furred cub stepped up behind Kula, who gasped as he pressed himself to her from behind, his cock smearing a slight trail through her fur. He pressed to her, legs spread, and wrapped his arms around her middle, taking her nape between his teeth and pulling until he felt her muscles soften against him, leaving him the only thing holding her upright.

“Oh gods… Oh gods, thank you, Chumvi! Ohhhhhh. You… You can press in my fur. If- If you wanna….” In truth, Chumvi had no choice but to do just that in this position, but he pressed harder anyway, letting Kula feel his sheath and balls pressing to her. With her nape pulled like this she couldn’t do much besides paw in his grasp, but her rhythm never slowed. He growled in simultaneous pleasure and frustration. From his position he could just see Nala and Malka, and every thrust Malka delivered filled him with envy. His precum flowed into Kula’s rumpfur, smearing it slick and flat in no time.

Malka had his paws around Nala’s hips, pulling her up and against himself. His thrusts had sped up, and Kula and Chumvi both shivered together in the realization he was about to cum.

“Show him, Malky! Show them all. Ohhh, you’re a prince! A prince and my king and my ass is yours to fill! Fuck it! Fuck me! Cum again! Again!” Nala sounded almost delirious at this point, her paws clutching at the air as Malka held her in the air by her nape, claws extended as if in pursuit of prey.

Chumvi grit his teeth in vicarious delight, only remembering a moment later what he was biting down in was Kula’s flesh. When the girl cried out, though, it wasn’t in pain. A wave of sounds rolled through the cave. A call-and-response: involuntary and reflexive, as Malka, Nala, and Kula came one after the other. Kula was panting, tongue out, eyes wide watching Malka dump his load into Nala until it poured down the back of her leg. Her body shuddered against Chumvi, driving the cub boy to the edge of madness as her cum-slicked fur teased along his member.

Then, at last, the sounds died down as the cubs’ orgasms began to fade. Kula and Nala slumped to the floor at the same time, limp in post orgasmic bliss.

“Fuck,” Chumvi mumbled, looking down at his full dripping erection disconsolately.

“Made a mess there, huh buddy?” Tama quipped.

“Not as much as I wish,” Chumvi grumbled, a bit miffed at the big grin on the girl cub’s face. She didn’t have to be so smug about it!

“I’m sure we can find something for you to do with it. It’s gotta be useful for something.” Tama teased. “But first… Hey Kula, you just gonna let that dry on your ass or what?”

“Oh no!” Kula turned, trying to lick at the wetness all over her rumpfur. She wasn’t the thinnest cub, though, and her tongue barely reached.

“Ha! Don’t worry about it. We’ve got our own ass-cleaner right here!” Tama grinned, showing fangs.

“No!” Simba sniffled, tearing his eyes away from Nala and Malka and looking at Kula.

“Yes!” Tama retorted. “And I swear to the Kings, if you say ‘please don’t’ I will stick a foot so deep up your ass you’ll need Rafiki to find it! Now say you’ll be a good little princess so I don’t have to get my foot dirty, and maybe I’ll even let you up.” Tama growled, kicking Simba in the rump with a hindpaw none too gently. “Say it!”

“I’ll be a good princess!” Simba cried, almost crying when Tama stepped back letting his arms free. The cub whimpered, rubbing them as the blood rushed back.

“Now tell Kula you’d be happy to give her ass a nice bath.”

“I… I…” Simba swallowed, realizing anything but complete compliance wouldn’t go well for him. His ears hugged his skull. It felt like they’d been like that for days.

“I’ll… I’d be… happy to give your ass a bath, Kula,” Simba sniffled.

“Eww,” Kula responded, a hint of sass returning to her demeanor. “Don’t you think he’ll, like… like it?”

“Does he look like he’ll like it?” Tama responded, rolling her eyes. “If you want sticky fur for the rest of the day, that’s fine with me. Geez.”

“Fine!” Kula relented. She marched over to Simba without making eye contact and turned, pressing her rump right into Simba’s face. He wrinkled his nose, staring in distaste at the discolored stain of Chumvi’s cum, the scent of it and Kula’s fading arousal heavy in his nose. He stuck his tongue out, lapping up the other boy’s preseed before the others could chastise him for hesitating, doing his best to ignore the salty tang and utter humiliation.

After having his muzzle filled with urine, after all, what did it matter?

“Mff. I guess that’s not so bad,” Kula admitted, relaxing a little once Simba demonstrated his willingness to behave. Little by little the girl cub slid her rump around, until Simba’s nose was buried under her tail, his tongue sliding over her moist quim. He had never imagined he would ever be licking under a female’s tail and not feel aroused by it, but here he was, sniffling and lapping her juices from her fur as if he were her mother, pleasure the furthest thing from his mind.

He kept licking, showing as much enthusiasm as he dared. Pushing harder than he needed to, in fact, in hopes that he might somehow cause some discomfort, but Kula just held herself to his muzzle, blocking out his view entirely.

“Heh, doesn’t look like a bath to me,” Malka’s voice floated to his ears.

“Shut up,” Kula replied, but her voice cracked halfway through. Was she liking this? Simba growled to himself and shoved his tongue right up inside her hole as roughly as he could, but Kula just gasped and pressed herself down harder, making it hard for him to breath.

“Yeah, so much for just a bath!”

The pressure on Simba’s head slackened and then lifted, leaving the cub unencumbered for the first time in an hour.

“See, good as new.” Tama commented, swatting Kula’s rump. “Good work, Princess,” she patted Simba on the head twice. Simba shook, feeling the blood flow through his sleeping limbs again. He sniffed and looked at Tama. Her eyes were narrowed and he didn’t like the look on her face at all. She was smiling at him. Daring him to say something. Try something. Simba held her gaze. This wasn’t the Tama he remembered at all. She’d always been tough and not always nice to him, but this was different. Tama’s ears flicked, noticing the sudden change in Simba’s demeanor, but the moment was interrupted as Chumvi ran over to Nala, who had risen and come to stand next to Malka.

“Nala! Hey Nala! I was thinking, you know, you being such a lioness and all… I’m sure you want more while Malka’s resting up, right? So, you know, I could…”

“Hey! Back off, Chumvi!” Nala growled, stopping Chumvi’s advance cold in its tracks.

“Whoa! I was just--”

“You think I just lift my tail for any lion just because I let you watch?”

“N-No, that’s not--”

“I took Malka cause he’s proved himself!”

“Hey! I- I can prove myself!” Chumvi insisted, managing to stand his ground for a moment, though he was forced far back on his haunches in obvious submission.

“Prove yourself a baboon,” Tama snickered not entirely under her breath.

“No! I’m a lion and I’m gonna have a pride!” Chumvi growled, standing back up tall, though not daring to move forward towards the bristling Nala.

“Not with me, you’re not,” Nala hissed. “Not yet. Not until you prove yourself a male.”

Chumvi’s dark neck fur stood on end, and he took a step forward, his pride injured enough to prick his courage.

“What, you want me to pin him?” He glanced at Malka, his tail swishing with nerves, muscles bunching as he crouched a little.

“Oh, please try,” Tama piped in.

“Don’t be stupid!” Nala scoffed, taking a protective step against Malka even though he didn’t seem particularly concerned.

“What then?” Chumvi followed Nala’s gaze, stopping on Simba. “Him?”

“Her!” Tama corrected, ignoring Nala’s annoyed chuff in her direction.

“Yeah. Him,” Nala grinned. “You can’t expect me to want you if you can’t even pin a lioness, can you? You make him your lioness and first and then, maybe I’ll think about it.”

“Nala!” Simba stood, shaking himself, though the mess in his fur had mostly stiffened by now, making his fur stand out at all angles. “Come on! No, Chumvi! I’m-- I’m your friend!”

“You tried to rape Tama!” Nala snarled. “I’m giving you the chance to fight, Simba. Be a lion!”

“I didn’t try to rape her! I swear! She made this up!”

Nala stamped her foot with a hiss.

“I. Don’t. Believe you.”

“M-Malka?” Simba quivered, daring to turn to his rival for support. Malka’s ears dipped, and he looked once to Nala, meeting her angry eyes. For a second Simba felt hope that the other cub might join his cause as the two cubs stared at each other in silent conflict.

“This is fair,” Malka said at last. “You did this, lion. You win, this is over. You lose…” he shrugged. “That’s tradition.”

Simba squared up instantly, bracing himself as Chumvi turned and gathered himself without warning. He wouldn’t have any help, then, but at least the other cubs wouldn’t interfere! This was tribal combat. Primitive, simple, and so old none of the cubs had been taught the rules. It simply was.

Chumvi dodged left then struck right. Simba blocked the blow by instinct, his confidence rising. His father had taught him a few moves. He could do this!

His confidence was short lived. Chumvi was a blur. Driven by the promise of his prize, the young cub fought well above his normal ability. Simba’s sore paws were sluggish, and the adrenaline fueling his initial defense faded within minutes. Simba could remember pinning Chumvi on many occasions, even humiliating him in front of Nala once or twice to impress her. She had never seemed very impressed, but Simba in his youthful hubris had made sure to flaunt his victories anyway.

Those were the memories that stuck most in his mind as Chumvi finally swept his forelegs from under him and he hit the ground hard. He knew he could rise, if he really wanted to, but what was the point? Tama wasn’t ever going to let this end well for him.

Maybe he did deserve this after all.

“I did it!” Chumvi gasped, his sides heaving as he stood on the pinned Simba. “I did it!” He exclaimed louder, ears and tail held high in victory.

“You gotta finish it,” Tama grinned, looking right at Simba while everyone else was looking at Chumvi. Through his tears Simba managed to growl. She had won this round, but she wouldn’t win the next one.

“F-finish it?” Chumvi stammered, confused.

“You pinned her, she’s yours. Right, Nala?”

Nala’s ears dipped, and Simba realized then she hadn’t thought Chumvi would actually pin him. If he had of just stood… Just kept fighting, perhaps she would have called the whole thing off, but now…

Nala shook herself, and her eyes hardened a little, her moment of sympathy gone. “Right.” She agreed, turning to Chumvi. “You have to mount her to prove yourself. That’s how it works.”

It wasn’t at all how it worked, and Simba new that from his lessons on royal justice and pride traditions. He opened his mouth to explain the law, but cut himself off. They wouldn’t listen, would they? No, they didn’t deserve the law. He’d keep it to himself, take whatever they gave out and when he was free… He’d show them the law!

“Fine!” Chumvi was saying. Simba realized he’d missed some debate amongst the others and growled as Chumvi rolled him onto his stomach again. As the brown cub repositioned himself, Simba new he could run. He might not get far, but he would get far enough to bash that leering smile off Tama’s face! But no. That wouldn’t be enough. He growled as Chumvi pressed up behind him and lifted his tail, closing his eyes tight against the humiliation. Biting down on his own paw in preparation and ennured against the pain he knew was coming.

“This feels weird!” Chumvi complained, pulling Simba’s tail up and out of the way.

“What, can’t even fuck a lioness after all?” Tama taunted.

“He’s a boy!” Chumvi growled, looking down to his own erection as if it were betraying him.

“You can give up, if you want,” Nala shrugged.

“N-no!” Chumvi growled, closed his eyes, and thrust.

“Ahhhhh!” Simba gasped out into his paw, despite his preparation. That hurt! How had Nala wanted this? Chumvi’s cock was stuck halfway into him, the brown cub’s hips pressed tight enough Simba could feel the other boy’s balls against his own. Tears of humiliation came to his eyes again, but he kept them shut tight, imagining Tama’s face when he got his revenge instead.

 “Wow, he actually did it!” Kula said, eyes wide.

“Fuck yeah he did. How’s the princess’ asshole?” Tama laughed, striding over to the side to get a better view of Chumvi rocking his hips back and forth.

“It’s… It’s not bad, actually!” Chumvi admitted, hunching forward as his awkwardness faded into pleasure, letting himself feel the tight clenches of Simba’s tailhole.

“It’s… kind of hot,” Kula cooed. “It’s, like…”

“Dirty,” Nala finished. She stepped forward, brushing her side against Malka.

“Malky?” she coo’ed, leaning in to lick at his ear.

“Yeah?”

“I want you to do something for me,” she growled. Malka turned to look, ears twitching at the expression on Nala’s muzzle. The girl leaned up to give him a kiss on the cheek, her tongue caressing to his ear. “Actually. Maybe a few things,” she growled, “but to start, how about you make him clean your cock, hmm?”

“I-I dunno, Nala,” Malka whispered, looking from Simba to her, reluctant to stand in the way of Nala’s clear arousal. “That’s not… That’s not the law.”

“I know,” Nala purred, whispering ever so softly in Malka’s tufted ear. Teasing those black tufts with her nose as she urged him on. “But he deserves it, and… and I wanna see. I wanna see you mount his muzzle and clean you after you’ve fucked my ass. I want him to know you’re the prince here.

“Nala…”

“Please?” The desire in her voice was so stark, so raw, that the fur along Malka’s spine rose and, as Nala’s tongue gave another caress down his cheek, he abandoned his concerns.

“Alright, I’ll do it.”

“Tell him,” Nala breathed, grinning and turning to walk towards Simba, her tail swishing behind her, high and revealing, Malka’s eyes trailing her the whole way.

“N-Nala? What’re you doing?” Simba opened his eyes as Nala stepped closer. He didn’t like the look in her eyes. Not at all.

“Not what I’m doing, buzzard brain. What he’s gonna do.” Nala grinned, letting a cocky grin cover her muzzle.

Simba followed her gaze to Malka, eyes opening wide as the other lion boy strode towards him, cock dangling.

“W-what?”

“This is why you don’t force lioness! Malka growled. “Don’t you dare close that muzzle!”

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Simba was too shocked to respond. His muzzle continued to gape open, not out of obedience but horror as Malka grasped his headfur and mounted his muzzle. The other boy wasted no time, shoving his cock fully into Simba’s muzzle until his sweaty groinfur was pressed tight to Simba’s nose.

Simba gagged, then gagged again, the taste of Nala’s rump and the foreign taste of boy cock filling his muzzle. His claws slid from his paws, but he couldn’t move an inch with Malka holding him down in front and Chumvi in back. This was too much!

Malka didn’t even talk to him. He just held Simba’s head down, casually stroking his cock back and forth. Despite his best efforts, Simba couldn’t help licking at it. Feeling Malka’s barbs on his tongue, tickling and pulling. Leaving bits of odd flavors behind.

“Fuck that’s good stuff,” Tama growled from the side, shaking herself as if a chill had run through her fur. She leaned back against the cave wall, spreading her legs as if she were the only one in the room, starting to paw herself watching Chumvi and Malka double-team Simba. Nala’s eyes were locked on the trio, but Kula stared at Tama, mouth open. At first Tama ignored her, but after a few minutes she turned her head, making eye contact with the gaping girl.

“Come here, Kula,” Tama called, and Kula came running as if she had been waiting for those words all her life.

Which, by some measure of time, she had.

Tama pulled her in, whispering in her ear, paw never leaving her pussy. Kula nodded and licked her lips, looking back once at Tama before padding over towards the trio in the center of the cave. Kula stepped up close to Chumvi, nosing at his arm.

“Just keep going,” she murmured. “I… Tama wants something. Just keeping going.” She looked away shyly, and then back, not making eye contact with the confused boycub. “I liked earlier. I hope it feels good when you…” she trailed off, looked as if she were considering finishing, and then stepped around the thrusting boy. He gasped a little as she nuzzled his balls, finding himself thrusting harder, spurred through his confusion by her closeness. Then he felt her pressing closer, his balls sliding onto her nose.

“AHH!” Everyone but Tama jumped as Simba shrieked, his cry echoing in the small cave. Malka leaped back just in time, and Chumvi leaned closer, wrapping his paws around Simba as if fearing he might leap away.

Simba looked around in panic, claws scratching at the floor. “Who… Someone’s biting-- AHHH!! OWW!!”

“What the hell, Kula?” Malka growled. “Are you out of your mind?”

“Don’t worry, she’s just play nibbling. Probably.” Tama grinned at Malka, keeping eye contact with him while pawing herself. Daring him to drop his eyes to her wet, glistening pussy.

“Tell her to stop.” Malka growled. “He doesn’t--”

“Let her.” Nala interrupted, stepping forward and nosing at Malka’s flank. He stiffened, but let her nuzzle along his hindquarters, until she drew her tongue over his balls.

“He doesn’t deserve that,” Malka growled, but stood still as Nala lapped at him. Feeling his erection throb at her attention.

“You deserve this,” is all she said, and Malka lowered his head, spreading his legs a little as Nala suckled his his balls into her muzzle. His ears flattened as Simba let out another series of screams, but he kept his eyes closed, feeling Nala press her muzzle under his tail with a boldness he knew by instinct few lionesses could ever match.

No one saw as Tama mouthed “harder” to Kula. Kula watched Tama, her eyes never wavering from Tama’s paw. Perhaps if she wasn’t so mesmerized she would have hesitated. But as she watched Tama’s brown pawtoe slide into her exposed pussy, she bit harder onto Simba’s sensitive ballsack.

Simba’s scream seemed a thousand miles away as she watched Tama press her paw deep inside herself. Spreading her legs wider just so Kula could watch her pawfucking herself. She was distantly aware of Chumvi roaring above her. Of his balls twitching against her muzzle and, moments later, of hot liquid dripping down her nose.

All she cared about was the look on Tama’s face.

She bit harder. The howls, though louder than ever, faded away as she watched Tama tilt her head back, muzzle open as she came hard. Her legs twitching and paws clenched. Kula imagined she could even see her stretched pink lips clenching around the cub’s paw. With a start, she let go over Simba’s balls as she felt herself cumming, untouched. Hindquarters quavering, hunching towards the floor uncontrollably as orgasm rocked through her, leaving her gasping with Chumvi’s cum, fresh from Simba’s ass, dripping down her face.

In that moment, she didn’t even care.

Simba gave one last shout as Chumvi dismounted, his barbs yanking along his sensitive inner ass. He lay, face down and eyes closed, trying with all his bravery not to cry. To deny Tama that small satisfaction. He heard Nala say “your turn,” to Malka. He heard him argue. He heard him give in. He stayed in his position, head down on the still-wet cave floor as Malka mounted him. He heard himself gasp when Malka penetrated his tailhole, and he heard Malka whisper “Sorry, lion” in his ear.

Nothing mattered. Nothing except making it through this. He would find justice. If this was the price, so be it.

“I did it, Nala!” Chumvi was saying next to him. He opened his eyes the merest sliver. Watching as Chumvi stood next to his betrothed, his sides heaving and his ears high. Taking no notice of the cub whose dignity had been the price of his victory. Nala smiled at him, and for a moment Simba had to close his eyes again to keep from screaming.

“Yeah, you really did. Nice moves,” Nala admitted, her eyes on Malka.

“So… I mean. Can I?” Nala looked at the brown-furred cub as if thinking about it. After a moment, the cub rolled onto her hips, beckoning with her head. “Come here, Chumvi. Put a paw around me.” Chumvi took a step forward, wrapping a paw around Nala’s shoulders, helping her stay upright. As he watched, she slid one paw down her belly, sliding it between her legs. “A deal’s a deal,” she purred at him. “But it’ll have to wait until sometime when you’re cock hasn’t just been up someone’s ass. But--” she emphasized before Chumvi’s disappointment could fully register. “I’ll give you something else for now. Something I wouldn’t give just any lion.”

“Getting cozy, huh?” Tama cut in, matching her friend’s grin. She had risen from her spot on the wall, walking over to stand next to Simba, who was doing his best to ignore her presence. She looked over Malka’s thrusting form with obvious appreciation. “Maybe you’ve got the right idea!” Still smirking, the girl turned, laying back against Simba’s side. Malka looked down at her in surprise, and she just looked up at him. “Don’t stop now, beautiful,” she chided, making Malka roll his eyes.

“Get on your hindlegs,” Nala muttered to Chumvi, who lifted himself, using Nala for balance. He gasped in shocked pleasure as her paw closed around his sheath, his dirty cock springing to full hardness at the first touch. “Go ahead and get my paw messy, Chumv,” Nala purred, starting to paw herself and the other cub at the same time. “Let’s enjoy the show.”

“Fuck that, I’ve got my own show,” Tama teased from Simba’s side. Her gaze fell on Kula, who was waiting just off to the side, her eyes once against locked on Tama. As if summoned, she stepped towards the other lion girl, responding to an unspoken call until she stood close enough to smell Tama’s arousal. At last Tama did beckon with a paw and Kula came closer, allowing Tama to reach up and put a paw on her head. She realized she was shivering a little, anticipation coursing through her. She would do anything.

Tama stroked her head, parting small rows through her fur with her claws. The fire in her eyes made Kula feel as if she would alight at any moment.

“You want to put that muzzle between my legs.”

“Yes,” Kula agreed as if it were a question. They both knew it was not.

“Malka here has me thinking maybe I need a bitch of my own. And seeing you standing here, ass cum on your face, well… Maybe you’re just slut enough for the job.”

“I am! I am, please…,” Kula interjected, whining as she felt Tama’s claws tease her flesh.

“Are you sure?” Tama cooed, letting Kula feel just a hint of pressure on the top of her head, spreading her legs wider until the scent of her sex filled Kula’s nose.

“Yes please, Tama!” Kula begged, eyes half-lidded with desire beyond all hope of control. “Tama, tell me I can. Tell me I can be your bitch! MFF!!”

Kula’s begging was cut off as Tama pressed the lioness cub’s nose into her pussy, moaning a little as Kula’s nose smeared across it. “Mmm, not a bad show after all,” Tama hissed upwards at Malka, who was looking down, watching Kula begin eagerly licking Tama out.

“Not bad,” he growled in agreement, his thrusts increasing in tempo.

“Mmm, Malka likes it,” Tama cooed down at Kula, whose ears blushed though she didn’t look up. “Show him how good that slut tongue looks up my cunt, bitch. Mmmm yesss that’s it. All the way!” Tama leaned back against Simba’s side, eyes closed, thrusting her hips up against Kula’s nose. Fucking her tongue while Kula struggled to breath and every so often opening an eye to watch Kula struggle to get deeper into her pussy.

Malka was close now. On one side he had Tama and Kula going at it like rogues. On the other, Nala pawing herself hard, watching him thrust away and clearly getting off on it. Her paw wrapped around Chumvi’s hard cock, stroking it firmly as Chumvi just hung on for dear life. And on the other, a hot, tight hole wrapped around his cock. He may have mixed feelings about the situation, but the pleasure was undeniable, and the die was cast. He was going to cum in Simba’s ass no matter now. He had done his best to keep his thrusts easy and give Simba a break, but now he couldn’t help himself from pushing a little deeper thrust after thrust. Pressing faster and harder until his balls slapped against Simba’s.

“He’s getting close,” Nala groaned, both paws speeding up. “That’s the look he gets before he fills me.”

“I-I’m close too,” Chumvi gasped. “Real close!”

“Just cum,” Nala purred, bumping Chumvi’s shoulder with her head. “Just let it go. Ohhh… I know I am… Oh…. Oh fuck, gonna cum!”

Simba snuck a peek at the duo just in time to see Nala shudder in Chumvi’s grasp. The dark brown cub’s face twisted, and Simba had just enough time to throw his paws over his head as the other boy came, spraying sticky cum over Simba’s arms. Splashing it onto Simba’s nose and Nala’s soft paw. Hunching and letting himself spray freely, driven by the feeling of Nala shuddering against him.

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It wasn’t long before Malka joined them. The boy snarled, grasping Simba tightly and pressing himself fully into the other boy’s ass. Holding himself there as he unloaded for the second time deep within Simba’s tail. Gentle intentions forgotten in the moment, he pulled on Simba’s nape with his teeth, making Simba gasp. He thrust that way a moment longer before yanking out to a loud “ahh!” from Simba as the last of Malka’s load splashed over Simba’s rump and balls.

No one but Kula was paying enough attention to see the girl cub reach her peak to the sound of Simba’s gasps. For once, she was the quietest one in the cave. Kula knew exactly what was happening though. It didn’t surprise her for a moment when Tama reached down and grabbed her ears. It hurt when she pulled on them, but the young cub ignored the pain. She whimpered and felt Tama respond to the sound, pulling harder. Trying to force more of the girl’s tongue inside of her. Grinding Kula’s nose into her clit. Then, at last, in a silent burst of lust, spreading her legs wide and filling Kula’s muzzle with a wave of savory girlcum. Squeezing Kula’s tongue over and over as ripples of orgasm washed over her. Kula made no attempt to get away, pressing herself into Tama’s snatch. Holding her breath until her vision swam. Desperate to taste every last drop.

When Tama finally pushed Kula back, her muzzle was drenched. She looked up in wonder, and Tama smirked up at her, running a paw along Kula’s muzzle and then slipping it into her mouth, feeling her suckle the cum off. “Not bad, bitch,” Tama purred before rolling to her feet, leaving Kula to follow her in a lustful daze.

One by one the cubs gathered around Malka, who was licking himself clean a few feet back from Simba. Simba stayed exactly where he was, paws still over his muzzle, cum splashed over him from in front and behind. He could stand, or run, or anything else. But what would be the point? His tears were even drying into his fur, and he had no more to give. So he stayed right where he was, as one by on the other cubs walked away to join Malka. He couldn’t hear what they were saying, and he didn’t care. He just wanted them to leave.

“Holy shit, look what you guys did to his asshole,” Kula gasped, staring in horrified wonder. Simba remained with his rump in the air, tail to the side, his gaping asshole exposed and still dripping cum.

“It’s kind of hot,” Tama agreed.

“Well I hope he’s learned his lesson,” Nala added, trying to put more strength into her voice then she felt.

As if sensing Nala’s concern, Tama growled “Not nearly enough for what he did. You don’t think he’s learned to keep his paws off lionesses just from this, do you, Nala? I mean, he tried to rape your best friend!”

“Well, no, I guess, but--”

“Can you imagine if it was, like, an adult?” All the cubs turned to look at Chumvi as he interrupted, his gaze still on Simba’s ass. “It’s so…. Open.”

“Could that even happen?” Malka wondered aloud. “Like, you know, an adult and a cub?”

“That’s so nasty,” Nala gasped. “Like…” she looked around from face to face, at a loss for words.

“I don’t know. I guess it could be hot,” Chumvi ventured, ears low, ready to be mocked.

“Hell yeah,” Tama added.

“Mm!” Kula licked her lips. “That’s so wrong. I’d cream just watching that. No way that’s possible, though.”

“Gods you guys are such pervs,” Nala gaspd. “But, I guess… I guess it would be…”

“Can’t you just imagine a huge adult cock doing… that?” Kula cocked her head towards Simba. “Or with a girl, I guess. I wouldn’t want it to be me, though! That’d sure be a way to teach a lesson!”

Nala stole another look, wrapping her tail around herself as if in shame. “I guess it would be pretty hot. “There’s no way it’s possible though--”

“I’ve done it.”

All the cubs stared at Tama, mouths agape.

“You’ve what?” Nala exclaimed.

Tama sat up tall, resisting the other cubs’ judgement. “I’ve done it with a grown-up lion,” she repeated. “It’s possible if you’re not a wuss.”

A flurry of questions followed until Tama stamped her paw for silence. “Shush! I’m not gonna tell who, okay? It was just a thing, and it’d sure teach a cub who doesn’t know their place a lesson.” She looked around from face to face as if gauging the audience, delighting in the cubs hanging on her every word.

“I bet Scar would do him.”

Again, everyone spoke at once until Malka cut in, amazement in his voice. “Whoa, whoa, whoa… You can’t be serious here?”

“He probably totally would,” Chumvi agreed. “He’s creepy.”

“Simba’s his nephew!”

“So what?” Tama threw back. “Do you see them hanging out? It’s not like Scar and Mufasa are friends.”

“She’s right,” Kula added. “My mom says they don’t talk much anymore. Scar’s mad about something. She said he doesn’t even like Simba.”

“So it’s a plan, then,” Tama said, glaring at Malka with defiance. “If anything can teach him not to be a creep, it’s having Scar take care of him. It’s what he deserves! Right Nala?”

There was silence as the cubs waited, knowing Nala’s word would be the last on this.

Tama growled with impatience and shook herself after a moment of silence. “Vote of paws. Paw in if we get Scar to fuck Simba so he knows never to try to force another lioness again!”

Tama stuck out her paw first, holding it on the ground between all the circled cubs. After a moment, Kula’s joined hers, then Chumvi’s. Still, the other cubs looked to Nala, waiting on her vote despite their quorum.

“What he did was bad,” Nala agreed. “And, I dunno…”

“It’ll be hot,” Kula supplied, and Nala’s blush gave away her feelings.

“Just this once,” Chumvi added. “He’ll learn a lesson and, well… We get to see what happens.”

“This is crazy,” Malka interjected, stepping out of the circle, casting his vote. “That’s not tradition!”

“You don’t even know that,” Tama scoffed. “You’re not royalty, Malka, no matter what Nala says.  ‘The punishment should be a measure greater than crime’!”

Malka opened his muzzle to retort, but Nala spoke first. “She’s right. He needs to learn he can’t do this, and the law says a lion who forces a lioness when he isn’t king ‘may be treated as a lioness himself by his king.’ Scar’s not king, but Mufasa isn’t going to do anything, so I say it’s close enough.”

“It’s definitely one measure greater,” Chumvi agreed.

Nala lifted her paw with surety, placing it in the center.

“Let’s get him cleaned up,” Tama nodden towards Simba, her lifted ears the only sign of her excitement. “I’ll be sure to mention all the fun things that could happen if he starts yapping about this.” She let herself smile, showing a lot more confidence than anyone in the circle actually felt.

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