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I had intended part 4 to be delivered all at once, but it's too much. I had to break it into chapters. Two more to go! Three if you count the epilogue. Once this is over I will go back through and edit the whole thing into one long document. A bit of a \"director's cut\" if you will.\n\nMany thanks to:\n- All my friends in the writer's club at PAD who have sustained me through this project. \n- [iconname]TheGiantHamster[/iconname] for his friendship, artwork, and input.\n- The people who have helped support PAD and my creations through Subscribestar so far.\n\n---\n\nThese stories are very expensive. A lot goes into the writing, the art, and then putting it all together! Just posting an illustrated story of this size takes well over an hour!\n\nAs always, any support via https://subscribestar.adult/radix is appreciated! There are cool things like: unreleased illustrations from TheGiantHamster, colored images by myself, and unreleased stories! 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As always, any support via https://subscribestar.adult/radix is appreciated! There are cool things like: unreleased illustrations from TheGiantHamster, colored images by myself, and unreleased stories! Every bit helps to support the Lion King PAD community and brings more creative Lion King work to the world. :)
", "writing": "\"This is so crazy.\"\n\nChumvi spoke for the whole group of cubs, each now keeping lookout through the grasslands as if Mufasa himself might appear from any direction. They walked in a circle formation, Simba in the middle, trudging between them.\n\nTama and Nala had taken the lead. At first, Tama tried to get a rise from Simba. She would lift her tail and say, \"Enjoy the view, princess. It's the last time you'll catch a glimpse!\" or tease that he was staring at Nala's butt the whole way. The cubs had all laughed at first, but the jokes grew old as Simba refused to respond. He just looked at his paws and gave one-word answers, when required. As they strayed farther and farther from Pride Rock, everything felt like less and less of a joke. The small talk faded, leaving each cub to their own thoughts. Even Kula, having recently completed a long monologue regarding the merits of her favorite foods, had fallen silent.\n\n\"It's not crazy, it's justice,\" Nala chided from the front, glaring back at Chumvi. She looked at Simba and quickly looked away. \"Simba won't ever try something like this again, and things will go back to normal. And we're almost there.\"\n\n\"Normal is an illusion, dears. Clung to by small minds with need of an equally small world to feel safe in.\" Scar's voice made the cubs jump. Even Simba looked up, eyes wide. He wasn't there, then he was, slipping through the grass and rising over them before they were sure where the voice was coming from.\n\n\"My, my, my... I do hope the lionesses improve their stalking lessons,\" he growled through a smile. \"I should still like to hope for something to eat when your generation takes to the hunt. Faint hope that it is.\"\n\nThe cubs quailed. Only Simba stood fast, barely looking up.\n\n\"Ah, there you are, nephew. I've heard such things. You've been quite the naughty boy, mm?\" Scar addressed him, stepping forward, the cubs parting to let him through.\n\n\"I didn't do it,\" Simba muttered, eyes low.\n\n\"Your friends say you did.\"\n\nSimba opened his mouth as if to retort and then closed it, remaining silent and looking back to his paws.\n\n\"And your friends have determined your penalty.\" Scar drawled, turning towards the others. \"Speak it aloud, as tradition dictates.\"\n\n\"You have to mount him like a lioness,\" Nala said, her voice betraying hints of doubt.\n\n\"Hard, like he did to me,\" Tama agreed.\n\n\"Till he cries and never thinks about forcing a lioness again!\" Kula joined with Tama.\n\n\"It's payback,\" Chumvi growled, pounding one paw into the other.\n\n\"Very well, all cubs who wish me to rape the misbehavior out of this little menace, raise a paw.\"\n\nTama's paw shot up with Kula and Chumvi. Nala's paw followed slowly. She shot a glance at Malka, who was looking at them all with agitation. She lifted her paw higher, making a face at him.\n\n[hugethumb]2396019[/hugethumb]\n\n\"No!\" Malka blurted, stamping a paw and stepping forward. \"No, I don't!\" The cub dashed forward, standing between Scar and Simba, who looked up in surprise. \"You shouldn't do this, Sir,\" he growled at Scar, daring to show his teeth. \"I know what he did was wrong, and you're an adult, and you know the law and... but... Don't! Let king Mufasa punish him some other way. This isn't right! This isn't 'a measure greater' this is... is... Lots greater!\" The cub looked terrified, but he spread his paws in an aggressive stance, glaring at Scar through oncoming tears, claws extended.\n\n\"Fascinating,\" Scar intoned, meeting the dark cub's gaze. \"Truly.\"\n\nThen he lunged, his roar filling the air with concussive force in the space between heartbeats. All the cubs ducked, closing their eyes tight as doom thundered about them. Malka went from fighting posture to covering his head with his paws with all the others. Only Simba stood, ears low.\n\nIt took a few moments before anyone dared open their eyes. Malka was first, uncurling his paws and looking at them as if surprised to find them still there.\n\nScar burst into laughter, as if he hadn't been in a killing posture moments before.\n\nThe cubs were so shocked they didn't notice the other lions slipping from the grasses until the other adults were right on top of them. Cries of dismay and shock sounded from the startled cubs amidst Scar's laughter. Tama, Nala, Chumvi, and Kula clumped together for protection, while Malka shrank to a low stance of utter obeisance. Simba whirled around, eyes wide.\n\nThey were betrayed.\n\n[hugethumb]2396007[/hugethumb]\n\n\"M-mom!!\" Nala whimpered, meeting her mother's emerald gaze.\n\nThe other cubs' eyes were all on Mufasa. They each pressed themselves to the ground, as if his stern gaze bore physical weight.\n\nSarabi and Sarafina watched on, gazes grim. Nala took one step towards her mother, but stopped at Sarafina's gaze, slipping back to huddle with the other cubs.\n\n\"Most of your parents are not with us any longer\", Mufasa boomed. \"We have given you home, shelter, and honored their memories through your care. Is this, cubs, how you honor your fallen parents?\"\n\nA sob escaped Kula.\n\n\"Is this how you honor your pride?\"\n\n\"It was Simba...\" Tama swallowed her words under the king's gaze.\n\n\"Was it, Tama?\" he asked. He stared at her, unblinking. She looked to her friends, who looked back to her with expectation and hope. She looked to Simba, but he refused to meet her gaze. Tama wished he was being his usual stuck-up self. \"I know your claim,\" Mufasa continued. \"That my son forced himself on you. That is a serious crime, in my pride. And now I am asking you, alone: is it true?\"\n\n\"He... he tried....\"\n\nA growl burst from Mufasa, and all the cubs cowered back, into a tight little huddle. The king's face held more anger than they had ever seen. He stared down the tawny cub, eyes unblinking, giving every impression that he was gazing right through her soul.\n\n\"Did. You. Tell. The. Truth.\" Mufasa's growl broke into words, delivered from between bare teeth the size of Tama's skull.\n\n\"No,\" she whimpered, hearing a gasp from the cubs besides her.\n\n\"Tama!\" Nala cried, but the young cub just hung her head, even as Simba looked up for the first time. Nala stared at her friend in horror, then turned to her mother when Tama kept her gaze low. \"Mom, I didn't know...\"\n\n\"Be silent, Nala!\" Sarafina growled, and Nala obeyed.\n\n\"Oh no, no, no...\" Chumvi gasped from behind her.\n\n\"Oh my, this is simply shocking,\" Scar laughed as the lionesses fanned out, circling the cubs. Sarabi strode past them without so much as a glance, picking Simba up in her jaws and carrying him with her.\n\n\"You fooled us!\" Chumvi blurted, wheeling towards Scar's voice.\n\n\"You are quite fool enough on your own,\" Scar retorted, eyes narrow. \"Did you really think I would fall for your little charade? Well, of course you did. You fell for it yourself.\" Scar snorted his derision. \"Allow me to fill some of the ludicrous gaps in your sexual education, cubs. In brief, when a lion takes a lioness, there are signs. Especially if the lioness is unwilling. I knew that cub was a liar from my first glance under her tail.\" He glared at Tama, who tucked her tail between her legs, ears flat to her skull. \"But don't take my word for it,\" he purred through a toothy sneer.\n\nAt a nod from Mufasa, Sarafina stepped forward. \"On your back,\" she commanded. Tama was shivering, too shocked to move, but Sarafina was already reaching to roll her over by force, pinning her to the ground with a heavy paw on her chest. Mufasa dropped his eyes, averting his gaze in instinctual decorum to one forced to bare their belly. So did Malka and Chumvi. Scar simply leered.\n\n\"Spread your legs.\" Sarafina growled. Hesitantly, Tama spread her legs. The lioness ducked between them, shoving them wider with her muzzle. She pressed on Tama's slit with her nose, lifting the girl's legs forcibly to explore her nethers in detail. The young girl clawed at the earth, enduring the examination in silence, eyes closed tight.\n\n\"Unmarked.\" Sarafina finally bit out. Lifting her head and stalking away from the cub, without a second glance. \"No scent of seed within her sheath. Minor injury of the anus, not caused by a male member; too smooth. There is a scent of seed in there, though. If I had to guess, I'd say the injury is by paw, and the scent came after from someone much smaller.\" The lioness gave Scar the merest glance, then turned to Mufasa.\n\n\"The seed is from a cub?\" Mufasa questioned. The tension in his voice thrummed with frustrated incredulity.\n\n\"The scent is fresh. Last day at most. Who else? Scar?\"\n\n\"I assure you, my cock detests these cubs as much as the rest of me does,” Scar rolled his eyes. \"You know your scents, Sarafina. Is the seed mine?\"\n\nSarafina's lips rose in a snarl at Scar's presumption, her fur standing on end. \"No,\" she growled at last, her voice an angry hiss. \"A far different stench.”\n\n\"So one of these. Or Simba,\" Mufasa allowed, his eyes on Sarafina and Scar as they stared each other down.\"\n\n\"It was me,\" Chumvi said softly, his voice quaking. \"It wasn't Simba. Not yesterday. I... It was me.\" He held himself low to the ground.\n\n\"Only because--\" Tama blurted, only to be cut off by a snarl from Sarafina.\n\n\"You. Do. Not. Speak.\"\n\n\"Who else saw this?\" Mufasa asked the other cubs. In a staggered motion, each of their heads nodded. Mufasa lowered his head, eyes closed.\n\n\"By my pride as a lioness, and my honor as mistress of the hunt, I say she is lying. Simba certainly did not rape her,\" Sarafina stomped her foot.\n\n[hugethumb]2396013[/hugethumb]\n\nMufasa snarled, looking off to the side, claws tearing at the soil in his anger. It took a while before he lifted his head, slowly, as if a great weight hung around his neck. But his eyes blazed.\n\n\"Tama, Pridesdaughter... Chumvi, Prideson... Kula, Pridesdaughter... and Nala, of Sarafina, I find you guilty of crimes against your Pride, and the royal family of the Pridelands. Malka, Prideson, you are guilty of the same. But I have seen your courage in defense of my son, and admission of your mistakes, even if it has come late. I see you have become more since your crime. What does the pride see?\"\n\n\"I see more,\" Sarabi said, her voice soft.\n\n\"I see more,\" Sarafina answered, after a pause.\n\nScar rolled his eyes and remained silent.\n\nMufasa turned his gaze to the dark cub. \"The pride sees you, Malka. Your punishment will be a measure less because you are now more.\" The big lion took a deep breath, which he let go as a sigh. \"But the crimes you have all committed are great. Greater than I believe you can know. Rape of a pride member... Laying claim to that which is not yours... Encouraging betrayal of the pride... Cubs, I am severely disappointed in you. These are crimes for which lions have been put to death.\"\n\nA small squeak escaped Kula. The cubs shivered against each other, except for Tama, who lay by herself, eyes closed and prostrate.\n\n\"You are cubs, but the law still demands punishment.\n\n\"I should say it does.\" Scar interjected, voice dark. \"Don't worry yourself, brother. I will handle the little betrayer. I'm sure you'll agree that this particular justice falls well within my talents. My nephew's peace rests best in my paws, this once.\"\n\nTama cringed.\n\n\"It is Simba's right,\" Mufasa returned.\n\n\"Not yet. But I know where you are heading with that, brother. Very well.\"\n\nMufasa turned to Simba, his voice grim. \"You are the wronged here, my son. If you were of age, the responsibility to take punishment would fall to you. Since you are not, you may choose who executes punishment on your behalf.\n\nSimba looked up, eyes dancing over the other cubs. \"Do I gotta?\" he whispered.\n\nMufasa sighed. \"Son, justice is part of the Circle of Life. It is the duty of a king, and of a pride, to uphold it. Always. Even when we want to least. Yes. You must.\"\n\nSimba thought about it, then looked up with determination in his face. \"I choose mom,\" he said.\n\nScar made a sound and rolled his eyes.\n\n\"Sarabi, do you accept your appointment?\" Mufasa asked.\n\n\"I do,\" Sarabi said, her tone sharp. Tama ducked her head, ears low, turning to look back at Scar, as if gauging whether Simba's choice were a reprieve or a condemnation.\n\nScar just leered at her. \"Next time, dear Whatever-your-name-is,\" he winked.\n\n\"And I will punish my daughter,\" Sarafina sighed.\n\n\"You can't,\" Mufasa replied. \"She is your blood. It isn't proper, by law.\"\n\n\"Are you suggesting I cannot do what is right?\" Sarafina growled at him.\n\n\"You would try,\" Mufasa assured her. \"But whatever you do will always be as a mother, not a lioness. Scar?\"\n\n\"That's the law,\" the dark lion shrugged.\n\n\"Nor can it be Sarabi or I, parents of the wronged,” Mufasa concluded. He sighed, looking towards Scar.\n\n\"Oh, I will do my duty, dear brother,\" Scar grinned.\n\n\"If you so much as--\" Sarafina snarled and took a step towards Scar, but Mufasa blocked her with his bulk.\n\n\"She has made her den,\" he whispered to the lioness.\n\n\"You know what he is. Mufasa, please....\"\n\n\"He has never acted as her father, and he won't in this,\" Mufasa hissed. \"It is your secret, Sarafina. I have borne it out of love for you, but don't think I do not feel its weight after all these years. You know what it has cost me! What would you have me do?\"\n\nSarafina gazed at her daughter, conflict shaking through her, until she lowered her head at last.\n\n\"Do you challenge your king's ruling?\" Mufasa said loudly enough for everyone to hear.\n\n\"No, sire,\" Sarafina spoke clearly, though she turned her head away. \"Your rule is just.\"\n\n\"Momma, please!\" Nala cried. Sarafina's whole body shook, but she lowered her ears, and kept her gaze firm. \"Do not speak, Nala,\" she hissed through clenched teeth. \"You are a lioness of this pride. How could you do this to Simba? He's your best friend!\" She cut off as her tone slipped into motherly scolding, closed her eyes and recovered. But not before a tear stained her cheeks. \"Do not speak,\" she concluded. \"Go to Prince Scar. Now.\"\n\nNala hung her head, and began to walk towards Scar. Away from her friends she felt so exposed. Her fur began to rise a little as panic threatened to overwhelm. As she passed Sarabi and Simba, though, she did lift her head, barely catching Simba's eye. \"I am sorry,\" she said, unsure if he could hear her. Unsure he could believe her if he did. Simba blinked, once, and then she turned her gaze back towards Scar. The look on his face amplified the shivers under her fur. Suddenly, her muscles shook so badly she thought she might fall over, and she found herself bowing to the ground, crawling towards the Prince in primal, instinctive submission. Her breath was already coming in gasps, like she was breathing through heavy grass. Heat flushed through her from ears to tail and wouldn't leave; swirling through her flesh only to resolve into pin-prick spikes along her pelt, as if the roots of her fur had become pointed as porcupine quills. Scar’s breath slid over her, hot and fetid. Reeking of their last meal. The flat of his tongue slid across the top of her head in a gentle kiss, and she heard her mother's snarl in the distance. Then his teeth on her nape, lifting and spinning her, so she was facing her friends and her pride, dangling limp as a newborn. She had never seen the look on her mother's face before. Terror and fury warred across her features, and Nala tucked her paws in miserably. She had caused this.\n\nSarabi sighed, leaning down to nuzzle her son. \"Will you be okay by yourself for now, dear?\"\n\n\"Yes, momma,\" Simba responded without his usual vigor as she groomed around his ears. \"But do I hafta watch? Can I... Go someplace?\"\n\n\"No, dear,\" Sarabi nudged him, just enough to make him sit up to keep from tipping over. \"As your father said, you must make sure that justice is done. You must see it with your own eyes. Hear it with your own ears, and know that your pride has done what is right. Someday, when you stand with the kings and queens who have gone to The Circle, you will tell them that your pride ruled justly, with your heart full of truth. I will do the same. I know you may not understand today, but you will. Be strong, my little prince. What you see here today may not be pleasant, but it is our duty. Your father and I’s duty as King and Queen. Your Uncle and Auntie Sarafina's duty as members of your pride. And your duty, too, as future king.\" Simba wiped his nose with a paw, sniffling a little. \"I guess,\" he mewled.\n\nSarabi shut her eyes, then looked to the other cubs, searching for better words to give to her cub. Then her gaze drifted to Scar and lingered for just a moment. \"Pain does not always stop when it should,\" she sighed. \"It continues, after the cause is removed. You are hungry to get away from it, I know, but you can't run from a wound. Do you remember when Tojo stepped on those thorns?\"\n\nSimba nodded. \"He could barely walk. N-Nala and I had to carry him home.\" Nala's name stuck a bit in his mouth, but he looked up at his mother, \"And he couldn't walk for a few days after Rafiki pulled the thorns out. Is that what you mean, mom?\"\n\nSarabi nuzzled her son with pride. \"Exactly, Simba. We must pull these thorns out today. And after, what they have done will still hurt. But it will get better every day. And if you ran away, the thorns would only hurt forever, and never stop.\"\n\n\"Okay,\" Simba said, pushing back into his mother's nuzzle. Drawing strength from her closeness.\n\nSarabi held her muzzle to her son's for a few moments longer, then broke the hug. She strode into the clearing, transforming from a mother to a queen with each step. By the time she stood over Tama, her gaze had grown hard, the hint of tear stains on her cheeks the only hint that she was even capable of emotion. Without a word, she grasped Tama, lifting her by the head instead of by the scruff. Tama kicked a little, but not much, as the Queen's sharp teeth poked against her cheeks.\n\n\"Take the male, Sarafina,\" Mufasa growled. Sarafina did as she was told, stepping forward and plucking Chumvi from next to Kula, striding back to her place in the circle with the male curled in her muzzle.\n\nMufasa stepped forward, looming over Kula, but ignoring her for the moment as she cringed beneath him.\n\n\"Malka,\" the king spoke directly to the dark cub standing apart from everyone else. Malka gulped, but sat up tall, pressing his eyes closed.\n\n\"Yes, King Mufasa,\" he said, voice cracking, imagining being punished by the King himself. Malka lowered his head in submission.\n\n\"You will go to Simba,\" Mufasa rumbled. \"You will submit to him in every way. Do you understand?\"\n\nMalka blinked. He did not at all understand. A glance at Simba's face made it obvious the other boy didn't understand either. \"Y-You're not going to punish me, King Mufasa?\"\n\n\"No. Your punishment will be the same as your crimes.\" Mufasa's red eyes bore into Malka's. \"I will leave it to my son to determine what is adequate. You are his creature until I say otherwise. Is that clear?\"\n\n\"Y-yes, sir,\" Malka stumbled. \"I... I treated him like a lioness and... and you want him to... to do the same to me?\"\n\n\"You will do anything my son tells you too,\" was all the clarification Mufasa offered. \"Do not look at me anymore, Prideson. Attend to your prince. Do not think your crimes are less because your punishment is less.\"\n\n\"No, sir.\" Malka dropped his gaze immediately, walking towards Simba, his head still low.\n\nMufasa watched him for a moment and then reached down, grasping Kula by the nape without a word. Then, almost as soon as he had lifted her, he spat her back out. She landed abruptly on all fours, eyes wide. As if by signal, the other adults dropped their cubs as well.\n\n\"The right of private punishment has been considered and revoked,\" Mufasa growled to them all. \"Your crimes were shared, and so your punishment will be witnessed by yourselves and more.” He sighed, but then steeled himself, his gaze growing hard. “Pride, are you ready?\"\n\n\"Yes, King,\" said Sarafina, Sarabi, and Scar in unison, each stamping one paw, as tradition called for.\n\n\"Present them. Let you each know the heat of their shame before we begin.\" Mufasa put a paw on Kula's back, spinning her in a half circle before pinning her to the earth and grabbing her tail, lifting it high in Simba's direction. Scar, Sarafina, and Sarabi followed immediately. Sarafina gripped Chumvi's tail hard towards its base. Scar pulled Nala's tail straight upwards, tugging it until she could feel it stretching her little asshole. Sarabi grabbed Tama's tail in her teeth, yanking her so far upwards the cub's hindpaws nearly left the ground. Each held their cub in that position.\n\nTama was the only one who wriggled as if to escape. The others merely squirmed, ears low in abject humiliation. Though physical exposure was no shame to lions, being forced to bear oneself like this was utter humiliation. To be proven weak, unbearable. Kula began to cry as the exposure lingered.\n\nSimba stared at each of his friends in turn, squirming a little with empathy, but drawn towards the spectacle nonetheless. Something primal in him pulled his gaze towards it. Telling him deep inside that each of these cubs, at this moment, held no power. Over him, or anyone else. They were beneath him. It made him sit a little taller, his breath growing even for the first time in what felt like weeks. He had the sensation that he had just remembered who he was.\n\nHis thoughts were interrupted by a meek voice from besides him.\n\n\"You should do it, Simba,\" Malka spoke up.\n\n\"I should do what?\" Simba questioned, turning his head. He had been so intent on trying to figure out what he was feeling that he had paid no attention to Malka's approach.\n\nMalka paused, eyes roaming over the ground in front of him in thoughtfulness. \"I think... I think you should. You know. Get on top of me.\n\n\"You want me to mount you?\" Simba exclaimed in surprise.\n\n\"Well. No. Not at all, really.\" Malka took a deep breath. \"But I think they're right. What I did to you was wrong, even though I thought it was right at the time. And you didn't want it, either. So, it's fair, isn't it?\" He paused, considering. \"Mufasa said my punishment should be the same as my... my crime, so... I dunno. I don't think you want to do anything, but I think that's my fault. We should have listened to you, and we didn't. I guess I felt like I needed to tell you... you can do whatever, you know?\"\n\n\"Yeah, I guess,\" Simba sighed, looking over at the adults again. \"But I don't really feel like it, still.\"\n\n\"I mean... Maybe I can help? It looks like you're kind of on your way.\"\n\nSimba looked down, noticing with surprise that his cock was indeed poking half out of his sheath already.\n\n\"Oh.\" He commented, staring at his own penis.\n\nMalka lowered himself in a bow, putting his head on level with Simba's maleness, but keeping his eyes raised towards Simba's. Simba looked over to his father, who was already looking towards him. The big lion nodded once, and Simba looked back towards Malka.\n\n\"You sure?\" He wondered aloud, almost as if asking himself.\n\n\"Yes,\" Malka took two small steps forward, chin still brushing the ground. \"Fair is fair. I wanna help and, well...\" His eyes drifted down to Simba's cock.\n\n\"Well. Okay.\" At Simba's word, Malka closed the remaining distance and, without another word, wrapped his lips around Simba's cock. Simba sat up straight, claws slipping from their sheaths at the sensation. He wasn't at all sure what he had expected. A dull, anesthetic sense of numbness he hadn't realized was present slipped a little, and pleasure arced its way through the cracks.\n\n\"Oh!\" He gasped, lifting a paw to the back of Malka's head. Entwining it in the cub's black headfluff. When he looked up, it was like his vision had cleared. Though a part of him still winced at the forced exposure of his friends, he simply took it for what it was, and let his eyes cross intentionally from one lifted rump to the next. He could feel his shaft growing to full stiffness in no time within Malka's muzzle, who moved his head gently up and down, allowing Simba to control his pace.\n\nSimba almost lost the sensation when his eyes slid to Tama's exposed undertail, then lifted to meet his mother's gaze. His ears flipped down at the realization his mother was watching him being suckled in this way, but Sarabi nodded her head, just as his father had, without a hint of reproach in her amber gaze. He nodded back, and then let his gaze slip, landing on Nala. He stared, and the numbness slipped again.\n\n\"I-I guess that does feel pretty good,\" he admitted at last, to a perk of Malka's ears.\n\nNoticing his nephew's gaze, Scar lifted his free paw to Nala's rump. Nala flinched at his touch. At the brush of his pawpads catching on her small folds and pulling them open. It felt so wrong. So much different from the other day. Though the actions had been more illicit, then. Scar's light, but forceful touch under her tail made her shudder for reasons she couldn't put a name to. Like a thousand baths would never wash away the shame. Was this how Simba had felt?\n\nMalka had noticed the view as well, and his eyes grew a little wider. He felt his sheath stir, and could taste Simba's reaction on his tongue.\n\nWith an effort Malka tore his gaze away, staring at the earth instead. \"Is that... Should I not look?\" he whispered to Simba. \"I'm getting a stiffy. I can't help it. I probably shouldn't feel good, right? I shouldn't!\"\n\n\"I... uh...\" Simba licked his lips, stopping himself from agreeing with Malka by rote. After a moment's thought, he realized it was kind of nice to share the experience in a way, but was he supposed to punish Malka? Well, no one had said that he was, just that Malka should do as he said. \"I don't mind,\" he answered at last. \"You can look. Just keep sucking me, ‘k?”\n\n[hugethumb]2396016[/hugethumb]\n\n\"Oh! Uh, okay,\" Malka agreed. He didn't sound sure, but he put his lips back around Simba's cock, rocking his head up and down around the tip, tilting his head to see the lifted tails of his friends, especially Nala. A part of him felt jealous of having another male look at her like that, but he was in no position to complain. Besides, the adults were in charge now. He put those thoughts out of his mind, pushing a little farther down to test Simba's reaction, closing his eyes for a moment as Simba put a paw on his head and made a small whimpering sound.\n\nWith his eyes closed, Malka didn't see Scar wink at Simba, running a claw along Nala's entrance and poking it inside her for just a moment.\n\nSimba gulped, not at all sure what to think, but feeling terribly turned on.\n\n\"Stop it!\" Sarafina snarled at Scar from across the clearing. He lolled his head in her direction, laconically meeting her gaze.\n\n[hugethumb]2396020[/hugethumb]\n\n\"No.\" Mufasa ordered, cutting off Scar before the sneering lion could say anything. His gaze swung to Sarafina as well. \"Are you able to do your duty, pridesister?\" He asked, his tone quiet yet firm.\n\nSarafina's eyes blazed at Scar, but she tore them free with an effort, and looked at Mufasa. Her ears wilted to her skull, and her fierceness melted away, thawing to nothingness under her king's reproach. Pride, duty, and love fought a miserable war in her eyes and, at last, pride allied with duty and the battle was won.\n\n\"Yes,\" she nodded. \"I am sorry, my King. I spoke out of turn. The Prince may enact justice as he de... as is fit, of course.\" She did not look back to either Scar or Nala, but sat up straighter, the lioness who put Pride over all else coming to the fore.\n\nMufasa held her gaze a few moments longer, and at last she dropped them to Nala, meeting her daughter's frightened eyes with stern equanimity. \"It is not my place to tell the Prince what justice looks like in your presence,\" she added, looking back to Mufasa, who nodded, satisfied.\n\n\"The Prince will do what is just. And no more.\" He emphasized the last part, turning towards Scar, whose green-eyed gaze was inscrutable.\n\n\"You are the king,\" he replied simply. Nala let out a little squeak as Scar's claw poked inside her body a little, but his eyes never left Mufasa's.\n\nMufasa nodded, acknowledging Scar was within his rights, his warning delivered.\n\n\"Justice will be done. A measure greater than the crime.\" The other adults stamped their paws.\n\nWith a swift motion, Mufasa turned Kula. She yipped as she spun in place, coming to face the king for one brief moment before his paw grasped the back of her head, pulling her nose-first into his groin fur. Pushing his sheath to her muzzle until it was forced open. Kula's paws pushed on the earth, straining uselessly against Mufasa's strength. The musk of his sheath filled her mouth, the scent of his sweat flooding her nose as she scrabbled powerlessly between her king's legs.\n\nMufasa nodded in turn to each of the other lions. As king, it was up to him to enact the first step. He pushed a little harder, and Kula gagged audibly beneath him. The others watched the display dispassionately, except for Scar, who smiled, and subtly made sure Nala was watching.\n\nMufasa grunted, the first faint sparks of pleasure rising in him. It was slow. Obdurate. He didn't want to do this, and his body was slow to respond, but respond it did. Claws poked out, barely clearing their sheaths, in rhythm with his maleness. He let passion rise, igniting. Visions of what his son must have endured flashed through his mind. He would do what had to be done.\n\nMufasa let a snarl grow in his chest, showing his Pride that their king was prepared to do his duty.\n\n\"Let it begin.\"", "writing_bbcode_parsed": ""This is so crazy."

Chumvi spoke for the whole group of cubs, each now keeping lookout through the grasslands as if Mufasa himself might appear from any direction. They walked in a circle formation, Simba in the middle, trudging between them.

Tama and Nala had taken the lead. At first, Tama tried to get a rise from Simba. She would lift her tail and say, "Enjoy the view, princess. It's the last time you'll catch a glimpse!" or tease that he was staring at Nala's butt the whole way. The cubs had all laughed at first, but the jokes grew old as Simba refused to respond. He just looked at his paws and gave one-word answers, when required. As they strayed farther and farther from Pride Rock, everything felt like less and less of a joke. The small talk faded, leaving each cub to their own thoughts. Even Kula, having recently completed a long monologue regarding the merits of her favorite foods, had fallen silent.

"It's not crazy, it's justice," Nala chided from the front, glaring back at Chumvi. She looked at Simba and quickly looked away. "Simba won't ever try something like this again, and things will go back to normal. And we're almost there."

"Normal is an illusion, dears. Clung to by small minds with need of an equally small world to feel safe in." Scar's voice made the cubs jump. Even Simba looked up, eyes wide. He wasn't there, then he was, slipping through the grass and rising over them before they were sure where the voice was coming from.

"My, my, my... I do hope the lionesses improve their stalking lessons," he growled through a smile. "I should still like to hope for something to eat when your generation takes to the hunt. Faint hope that it is."

The cubs quailed. Only Simba stood fast, barely looking up.

"Ah, there you are, nephew. I've heard such things. You've been quite the naughty boy, mm?" Scar addressed him, stepping forward, the cubs parting to let him through.

"I didn't do it," Simba muttered, eyes low.

"Your friends say you did."

Simba opened his mouth as if to retort and then closed it, remaining silent and looking back to his paws.

"And your friends have determined your penalty." Scar drawled, turning towards the others. "Speak it aloud, as tradition dictates."

"You have to mount him like a lioness," Nala said, her voice betraying hints of doubt.

"Hard, like he did to me," Tama agreed.

"Till he cries and never thinks about forcing a lioness again!" Kula joined with Tama.

"It's payback," Chumvi growled, pounding one paw into the other.

"Very well, all cubs who wish me to rape the misbehavior out of this little menace, raise a paw."

Tama's paw shot up with Kula and Chumvi. Nala's paw followed slowly. She shot a glance at Malka, who was looking at them all with agitation. She lifted her paw higher, making a face at him.

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"No!" Malka blurted, stamping a paw and stepping forward. "No, I don't!" The cub dashed forward, standing between Scar and Simba, who looked up in surprise. "You shouldn't do this, Sir," he growled at Scar, daring to show his teeth. "I know what he did was wrong, and you're an adult, and you know the law and... but... Don't! Let king Mufasa punish him some other way. This isn't right! This isn't 'a measure greater' this is... is... Lots greater!" The cub looked terrified, but he spread his paws in an aggressive stance, glaring at Scar through oncoming tears, claws extended.

"Fascinating," Scar intoned, meeting the dark cub's gaze. "Truly."

Then he lunged, his roar filling the air with concussive force in the space between heartbeats. All the cubs ducked, closing their eyes tight as doom thundered about them. Malka went from fighting posture to covering his head with his paws with all the others. Only Simba stood, ears low.

It took a few moments before anyone dared open their eyes. Malka was first, uncurling his paws and looking at them as if surprised to find them still there.

Scar burst into laughter, as if he hadn't been in a killing posture moments before.

The cubs were so shocked they didn't notice the other lions slipping from the grasses until the other adults were right on top of them. Cries of dismay and shock sounded from the startled cubs amidst Scar's laughter. Tama, Nala, Chumvi, and Kula clumped together for protection, while Malka shrank to a low stance of utter obeisance. Simba whirled around, eyes wide.

They were betrayed.

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"M-mom!!" Nala whimpered, meeting her mother's emerald gaze.

The other cubs' eyes were all on Mufasa. They each pressed themselves to the ground, as if his stern gaze bore physical weight.

Sarabi and Sarafina watched on, gazes grim. Nala took one step towards her mother, but stopped at Sarafina's gaze, slipping back to huddle with the other cubs.

"Most of your parents are not with us any longer", Mufasa boomed. "We have given you home, shelter, and honored their memories through your care. Is this, cubs, how you honor your fallen parents?"

A sob escaped Kula.

"Is this how you honor your pride?"

"It was Simba..." Tama swallowed her words under the king's gaze.

"Was it, Tama?" he asked. He stared at her, unblinking. She looked to her friends, who looked back to her with expectation and hope. She looked to Simba, but he refused to meet her gaze. Tama wished he was being his usual stuck-up self. "I know your claim," Mufasa continued. "That my son forced himself on you. That is a serious crime, in my pride. And now I am asking you, alone: is it true?"

"He... he tried...."

A growl burst from Mufasa, and all the cubs cowered back, into a tight little huddle. The king's face held more anger than they had ever seen. He stared down the tawny cub, eyes unblinking, giving every impression that he was gazing right through her soul.

"Did. You. Tell. The. Truth." Mufasa's growl broke into words, delivered from between bare teeth the size of Tama's skull.

"No," she whimpered, hearing a gasp from the cubs besides her.

"Tama!" Nala cried, but the young cub just hung her head, even as Simba looked up for the first time. Nala stared at her friend in horror, then turned to her mother when Tama kept her gaze low. "Mom, I didn't know..."

"Be silent, Nala!" Sarafina growled, and Nala obeyed.

"Oh no, no, no..." Chumvi gasped from behind her.

"Oh my, this is simply shocking," Scar laughed as the lionesses fanned out, circling the cubs. Sarabi strode past them without so much as a glance, picking Simba up in her jaws and carrying him with her.

"You fooled us!" Chumvi blurted, wheeling towards Scar's voice.

"You are quite fool enough on your own," Scar retorted, eyes narrow. "Did you really think I would fall for your little charade? Well, of course you did. You fell for it yourself." Scar snorted his derision. "Allow me to fill some of the ludicrous gaps in your sexual education, cubs. In brief, when a lion takes a lioness, there are signs. Especially if the lioness is unwilling. I knew that cub was a liar from my first glance under her tail." He glared at Tama, who tucked her tail between her legs, ears flat to her skull. "But don't take my word for it," he purred through a toothy sneer.

At a nod from Mufasa, Sarafina stepped forward. "On your back," she commanded. Tama was shivering, too shocked to move, but Sarafina was already reaching to roll her over by force, pinning her to the ground with a heavy paw on her chest. Mufasa dropped his eyes, averting his gaze in instinctual decorum to one forced to bare their belly. So did Malka and Chumvi. Scar simply leered.

"Spread your legs." Sarafina growled. Hesitantly, Tama spread her legs. The lioness ducked between them, shoving them wider with her muzzle. She pressed on Tama's slit with her nose, lifting the girl's legs forcibly to explore her nethers in detail. The young girl clawed at the earth, enduring the examination in silence, eyes closed tight.

"Unmarked." Sarafina finally bit out. Lifting her head and stalking away from the cub, without a second glance. "No scent of seed within her sheath. Minor injury of the anus, not caused by a male member; too smooth. There is a scent of seed in there, though. If I had to guess, I'd say the injury is by paw, and the scent came after from someone much smaller." The lioness gave Scar the merest glance, then turned to Mufasa.

"The seed is from a cub?" Mufasa questioned. The tension in his voice thrummed with frustrated incredulity.

"The scent is fresh. Last day at most. Who else? Scar?"

"I assure you, my cock detests these cubs as much as the rest of me does,” Scar rolled his eyes. "You know your scents, Sarafina. Is the seed mine?"

Sarafina's lips rose in a snarl at Scar's presumption, her fur standing on end. "No," she growled at last, her voice an angry hiss. "A far different stench.”

"So one of these. Or Simba," Mufasa allowed, his eyes on Sarafina and Scar as they stared each other down."

"It was me," Chumvi said softly, his voice quaking. "It wasn't Simba. Not yesterday. I... It was me." He held himself low to the ground.

"Only because--" Tama blurted, only to be cut off by a snarl from Sarafina.

"You. Do. Not. Speak."

"Who else saw this?" Mufasa asked the other cubs. In a staggered motion, each of their heads nodded. Mufasa lowered his head, eyes closed.

"By my pride as a lioness, and my honor as mistress of the hunt, I say she is lying. Simba certainly did not rape her," Sarafina stomped her foot.

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Mufasa snarled, looking off to the side, claws tearing at the soil in his anger. It took a while before he lifted his head, slowly, as if a great weight hung around his neck. But his eyes blazed.

"Tama, Pridesdaughter... Chumvi, Prideson... Kula, Pridesdaughter... and Nala, of Sarafina, I find you guilty of crimes against your Pride, and the royal family of the Pridelands. Malka, Prideson, you are guilty of the same. But I have seen your courage in defense of my son, and admission of your mistakes, even if it has come late. I see you have become more since your crime. What does the pride see?"

"I see more," Sarabi said, her voice soft.

"I see more," Sarafina answered, after a pause.

Scar rolled his eyes and remained silent.

Mufasa turned his gaze to the dark cub. "The pride sees you, Malka. Your punishment will be a measure less because you are now more." The big lion took a deep breath, which he let go as a sigh. "But the crimes you have all committed are great. Greater than I believe you can know. Rape of a pride member... Laying claim to that which is not yours... Encouraging betrayal of the pride... Cubs, I am severely disappointed in you. These are crimes for which lions have been put to death."

A small squeak escaped Kula. The cubs shivered against each other, except for Tama, who lay by herself, eyes closed and prostrate.

"You are cubs, but the law still demands punishment.

"I should say it does." Scar interjected, voice dark. "Don't worry yourself, brother. I will handle the little betrayer. I'm sure you'll agree that this particular justice falls well within my talents. My nephew's peace rests best in my paws, this once."

Tama cringed.

"It is Simba's right," Mufasa returned.

"Not yet. But I know where you are heading with that, brother. Very well."

Mufasa turned to Simba, his voice grim. "You are the wronged here, my son. If you were of age, the responsibility to take punishment would fall to you. Since you are not, you may choose who executes punishment on your behalf.

Simba looked up, eyes dancing over the other cubs. "Do I gotta?" he whispered.

Mufasa sighed. "Son, justice is part of the Circle of Life. It is the duty of a king, and of a pride, to uphold it. Always. Even when we want to least. Yes. You must."

Simba thought about it, then looked up with determination in his face. "I choose mom," he said.

Scar made a sound and rolled his eyes.

"Sarabi, do you accept your appointment?" Mufasa asked.

"I do," Sarabi said, her tone sharp. Tama ducked her head, ears low, turning to look back at Scar, as if gauging whether Simba's choice were a reprieve or a condemnation.

Scar just leered at her. "Next time, dear Whatever-your-name-is," he winked.

"And I will punish my daughter," Sarafina sighed.

"You can't," Mufasa replied. "She is your blood. It isn't proper, by law."

"Are you suggesting I cannot do what is right?" Sarafina growled at him.

"You would try," Mufasa assured her. "But whatever you do will always be as a mother, not a lioness. Scar?"

"That's the law," the dark lion shrugged.

"Nor can it be Sarabi or I, parents of the wronged,” Mufasa concluded. He sighed, looking towards Scar.

"Oh, I will do my duty, dear brother," Scar grinned.

"If you so much as--" Sarafina snarled and took a step towards Scar, but Mufasa blocked her with his bulk.

"She has made her den," he whispered to the lioness.

"You know what he is. Mufasa, please...."

"He has never acted as her father, and he won't in this," Mufasa hissed. "It is your secret, Sarafina. I have borne it out of love for you, but don't think I do not feel its weight after all these years. You know what it has cost me! What would you have me do?"

Sarafina gazed at her daughter, conflict shaking through her, until she lowered her head at last.

"Do you challenge your king's ruling?" Mufasa said loudly enough for everyone to hear.

"No, sire," Sarafina spoke clearly, though she turned her head away. "Your rule is just."

"Momma, please!" Nala cried. Sarafina's whole body shook, but she lowered her ears, and kept her gaze firm. "Do not speak, Nala," she hissed through clenched teeth. "You are a lioness of this pride. How could you do this to Simba? He's your best friend!" She cut off as her tone slipped into motherly scolding, closed her eyes and recovered. But not before a tear stained her cheeks. "Do not speak," she concluded. "Go to Prince Scar. Now."

Nala hung her head, and began to walk towards Scar. Away from her friends she felt so exposed. Her fur began to rise a little as panic threatened to overwhelm. As she passed Sarabi and Simba, though, she did lift her head, barely catching Simba's eye. "I am sorry," she said, unsure if he could hear her. Unsure he could believe her if he did. Simba blinked, once, and then she turned her gaze back towards Scar. The look on his face amplified the shivers under her fur. Suddenly, her muscles shook so badly she thought she might fall over, and she found herself bowing to the ground, crawling towards the Prince in primal, instinctive submission. Her breath was already coming in gasps, like she was breathing through heavy grass. Heat flushed through her from ears to tail and wouldn't leave; swirling through her flesh only to resolve into pin-prick spikes along her pelt, as if the roots of her fur had become pointed as porcupine quills. Scar’s breath slid over her, hot and fetid. Reeking of their last meal. The flat of his tongue slid across the top of her head in a gentle kiss, and she heard her mother's snarl in the distance. Then his teeth on her nape, lifting and spinning her, so she was facing her friends and her pride, dangling limp as a newborn. She had never seen the look on her mother's face before. Terror and fury warred across her features, and Nala tucked her paws in miserably. She had caused this.

Sarabi sighed, leaning down to nuzzle her son. "Will you be okay by yourself for now, dear?"

"Yes, momma," Simba responded without his usual vigor as she groomed around his ears. "But do I hafta watch? Can I... Go someplace?"

"No, dear," Sarabi nudged him, just enough to make him sit up to keep from tipping over. "As your father said, you must make sure that justice is done. You must see it with your own eyes. Hear it with your own ears, and know that your pride has done what is right. Someday, when you stand with the kings and queens who have gone to The Circle, you will tell them that your pride ruled justly, with your heart full of truth. I will do the same. I know you may not understand today, but you will. Be strong, my little prince. What you see here today may not be pleasant, but it is our duty. Your father and I’s duty as King and Queen. Your Uncle and Auntie Sarafina's duty as members of your pride. And your duty, too, as future king." Simba wiped his nose with a paw, sniffling a little. "I guess," he mewled.

Sarabi shut her eyes, then looked to the other cubs, searching for better words to give to her cub. Then her gaze drifted to Scar and lingered for just a moment. "Pain does not always stop when it should," she sighed. "It continues, after the cause is removed. You are hungry to get away from it, I know, but you can't run from a wound. Do you remember when Tojo stepped on those thorns?"

Simba nodded. "He could barely walk. N-Nala and I had to carry him home." Nala's name stuck a bit in his mouth, but he looked up at his mother, "And he couldn't walk for a few days after Rafiki pulled the thorns out. Is that what you mean, mom?"

Sarabi nuzzled her son with pride. "Exactly, Simba. We must pull these thorns out today. And after, what they have done will still hurt. But it will get better every day. And if you ran away, the thorns would only hurt forever, and never stop."

"Okay," Simba said, pushing back into his mother's nuzzle. Drawing strength from her closeness.

Sarabi held her muzzle to her son's for a few moments longer, then broke the hug. She strode into the clearing, transforming from a mother to a queen with each step. By the time she stood over Tama, her gaze had grown hard, the hint of tear stains on her cheeks the only hint that she was even capable of emotion. Without a word, she grasped Tama, lifting her by the head instead of by the scruff. Tama kicked a little, but not much, as the Queen's sharp teeth poked against her cheeks.

"Take the male, Sarafina," Mufasa growled. Sarafina did as she was told, stepping forward and plucking Chumvi from next to Kula, striding back to her place in the circle with the male curled in her muzzle.

Mufasa stepped forward, looming over Kula, but ignoring her for the moment as she cringed beneath him.

"Malka," the king spoke directly to the dark cub standing apart from everyone else. Malka gulped, but sat up tall, pressing his eyes closed.

"Yes, King Mufasa," he said, voice cracking, imagining being punished by the King himself. Malka lowered his head in submission.

"You will go to Simba," Mufasa rumbled. "You will submit to him in every way. Do you understand?"

Malka blinked. He did not at all understand. A glance at Simba's face made it obvious the other boy didn't understand either. "Y-You're not going to punish me, King Mufasa?"

"No. Your punishment will be the same as your crimes." Mufasa's red eyes bore into Malka's. "I will leave it to my son to determine what is adequate. You are his creature until I say otherwise. Is that clear?"

"Y-yes, sir," Malka stumbled. "I... I treated him like a lioness and... and you want him to... to do the same to me?"

"You will do anything my son tells you too," was all the clarification Mufasa offered. "Do not look at me anymore, Prideson. Attend to your prince. Do not think your crimes are less because your punishment is less."

"No, sir." Malka dropped his gaze immediately, walking towards Simba, his head still low.

Mufasa watched him for a moment and then reached down, grasping Kula by the nape without a word. Then, almost as soon as he had lifted her, he spat her back out. She landed abruptly on all fours, eyes wide. As if by signal, the other adults dropped their cubs as well.

"The right of private punishment has been considered and revoked," Mufasa growled to them all. "Your crimes were shared, and so your punishment will be witnessed by yourselves and more.” He sighed, but then steeled himself, his gaze growing hard. “Pride, are you ready?"

"Yes, King," said Sarafina, Sarabi, and Scar in unison, each stamping one paw, as tradition called for.

"Present them. Let you each know the heat of their shame before we begin." Mufasa put a paw on Kula's back, spinning her in a half circle before pinning her to the earth and grabbing her tail, lifting it high in Simba's direction. Scar, Sarafina, and Sarabi followed immediately. Sarafina gripped Chumvi's tail hard towards its base. Scar pulled Nala's tail straight upwards, tugging it until she could feel it stretching her little asshole. Sarabi grabbed Tama's tail in her teeth, yanking her so far upwards the cub's hindpaws nearly left the ground. Each held their cub in that position.

Tama was the only one who wriggled as if to escape. The others merely squirmed, ears low in abject humiliation. Though physical exposure was no shame to lions, being forced to bear oneself like this was utter humiliation. To be proven weak, unbearable. Kula began to cry as the exposure lingered.

Simba stared at each of his friends in turn, squirming a little with empathy, but drawn towards the spectacle nonetheless. Something primal in him pulled his gaze towards it. Telling him deep inside that each of these cubs, at this moment, held no power. Over him, or anyone else. They were beneath him. It made him sit a little taller, his breath growing even for the first time in what felt like weeks. He had the sensation that he had just remembered who he was.

His thoughts were interrupted by a meek voice from besides him.

"You should do it, Simba," Malka spoke up.

"I should do what?" Simba questioned, turning his head. He had been so intent on trying to figure out what he was feeling that he had paid no attention to Malka's approach.

Malka paused, eyes roaming over the ground in front of him in thoughtfulness. "I think... I think you should. You know. Get on top of me.

"You want me to mount you?" Simba exclaimed in surprise.

"Well. No. Not at all, really." Malka took a deep breath. "But I think they're right. What I did to you was wrong, even though I thought it was right at the time. And you didn't want it, either. So, it's fair, isn't it?" He paused, considering. "Mufasa said my punishment should be the same as my... my crime, so... I dunno. I don't think you want to do anything, but I think that's my fault. We should have listened to you, and we didn't. I guess I felt like I needed to tell you... you can do whatever, you know?"

"Yeah, I guess," Simba sighed, looking over at the adults again. "But I don't really feel like it, still."

"I mean... Maybe I can help? It looks like you're kind of on your way."

Simba looked down, noticing with surprise that his cock was indeed poking half out of his sheath already.

"Oh." He commented, staring at his own penis.

Malka lowered himself in a bow, putting his head on level with Simba's maleness, but keeping his eyes raised towards Simba's. Simba looked over to his father, who was already looking towards him. The big lion nodded once, and Simba looked back towards Malka.

"You sure?" He wondered aloud, almost as if asking himself.

"Yes," Malka took two small steps forward, chin still brushing the ground. "Fair is fair. I wanna help and, well..." His eyes drifted down to Simba's cock.

"Well. Okay." At Simba's word, Malka closed the remaining distance and, without another word, wrapped his lips around Simba's cock. Simba sat up straight, claws slipping from their sheaths at the sensation. He wasn't at all sure what he had expected. A dull, anesthetic sense of numbness he hadn't realized was present slipped a little, and pleasure arced its way through the cracks.

"Oh!" He gasped, lifting a paw to the back of Malka's head. Entwining it in the cub's black headfluff. When he looked up, it was like his vision had cleared. Though a part of him still winced at the forced exposure of his friends, he simply took it for what it was, and let his eyes cross intentionally from one lifted rump to the next. He could feel his shaft growing to full stiffness in no time within Malka's muzzle, who moved his head gently up and down, allowing Simba to control his pace.

Simba almost lost the sensation when his eyes slid to Tama's exposed undertail, then lifted to meet his mother's gaze. His ears flipped down at the realization his mother was watching him being suckled in this way, but Sarabi nodded her head, just as his father had, without a hint of reproach in her amber gaze. He nodded back, and then let his gaze slip, landing on Nala. He stared, and the numbness slipped again.

"I-I guess that does feel pretty good," he admitted at last, to a perk of Malka's ears.

Noticing his nephew's gaze, Scar lifted his free paw to Nala's rump. Nala flinched at his touch. At the brush of his pawpads catching on her small folds and pulling them open. It felt so wrong. So much different from the other day. Though the actions had been more illicit, then. Scar's light, but forceful touch under her tail made her shudder for reasons she couldn't put a name to. Like a thousand baths would never wash away the shame. Was this how Simba had felt?

Malka had noticed the view as well, and his eyes grew a little wider. He felt his sheath stir, and could taste Simba's reaction on his tongue.

With an effort Malka tore his gaze away, staring at the earth instead. "Is that... Should I not look?" he whispered to Simba. "I'm getting a stiffy. I can't help it. I probably shouldn't feel good, right? I shouldn't!"

"I... uh..." Simba licked his lips, stopping himself from agreeing with Malka by rote. After a moment's thought, he realized it was kind of nice to share the experience in a way, but was he supposed to punish Malka? Well, no one had said that he was, just that Malka should do as he said. "I don't mind," he answered at last. "You can look. Just keep sucking me, ‘k?”

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"Oh! Uh, okay," Malka agreed. He didn't sound sure, but he put his lips back around Simba's cock, rocking his head up and down around the tip, tilting his head to see the lifted tails of his friends, especially Nala. A part of him felt jealous of having another male look at her like that, but he was in no position to complain. Besides, the adults were in charge now. He put those thoughts out of his mind, pushing a little farther down to test Simba's reaction, closing his eyes for a moment as Simba put a paw on his head and made a small whimpering sound.

With his eyes closed, Malka didn't see Scar wink at Simba, running a claw along Nala's entrance and poking it inside her for just a moment.

Simba gulped, not at all sure what to think, but feeling terribly turned on.

"Stop it!" Sarafina snarled at Scar from across the clearing. He lolled his head in her direction, laconically meeting her gaze.

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"No." Mufasa ordered, cutting off Scar before the sneering lion could say anything. His gaze swung to Sarafina as well. "Are you able to do your duty, pridesister?" He asked, his tone quiet yet firm.

Sarafina's eyes blazed at Scar, but she tore them free with an effort, and looked at Mufasa. Her ears wilted to her skull, and her fierceness melted away, thawing to nothingness under her king's reproach. Pride, duty, and love fought a miserable war in her eyes and, at last, pride allied with duty and the battle was won.

"Yes," she nodded. "I am sorry, my King. I spoke out of turn. The Prince may enact justice as he de... as is fit, of course." She did not look back to either Scar or Nala, but sat up straighter, the lioness who put Pride over all else coming to the fore.

Mufasa held her gaze a few moments longer, and at last she dropped them to Nala, meeting her daughter's frightened eyes with stern equanimity. "It is not my place to tell the Prince what justice looks like in your presence," she added, looking back to Mufasa, who nodded, satisfied.

"The Prince will do what is just. And no more." He emphasized the last part, turning towards Scar, whose green-eyed gaze was inscrutable.

"You are the king," he replied simply. Nala let out a little squeak as Scar's claw poked inside her body a little, but his eyes never left Mufasa's.

Mufasa nodded, acknowledging Scar was within his rights, his warning delivered.

"Justice will be done. A measure greater than the crime." The other adults stamped their paws.

With a swift motion, Mufasa turned Kula. She yipped as she spun in place, coming to face the king for one brief moment before his paw grasped the back of her head, pulling her nose-first into his groin fur. Pushing his sheath to her muzzle until it was forced open. Kula's paws pushed on the earth, straining uselessly against Mufasa's strength. The musk of his sheath filled her mouth, the scent of his sweat flooding her nose as she scrabbled powerlessly between her king's legs.

Mufasa nodded in turn to each of the other lions. As king, it was up to him to enact the first step. He pushed a little harder, and Kula gagged audibly beneath him. The others watched the display dispassionately, except for Scar, who smiled, and subtly made sure Nala was watching.

Mufasa grunted, the first faint sparks of pleasure rising in him. It was slow. Obdurate. He didn't want to do this, and his body was slow to respond, but respond it did. Claws poked out, barely clearing their sheaths, in rhythm with his maleness. He let passion rise, igniting. Visions of what his son must have endured flashed through his mind. He would do what had to be done.

Mufasa let a snarl grow in his chest, showing his Pride that their king was prepared to do his duty.

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