Scar and Nala were all but forgotten on their side of the clearing, but Scar’s eyes followed every motion as his paw worked inside Nala. He hadn’t even stopped when Simba interrupted the proceedings, and Nala’s panting rewarded his efforts.

“Louder, little Nala,” Scar grunted down at the girl, lecherously gazing at Mufasa spraying his full load over Kula’s small body. “You sound as if you’re enjoying this! This is a punishment, remember?” The big lion twisted his paw, and this time Nala shrieked, then grit her teeth as the rough toepad twisted her insides. “Of course, if you enjoy punishment, well… I suppose I can’t be blamed, can I?” Scar leered at Nala and twisted again to an inhaled gasp. His toepad slipped at last, the sensation of pain lessening, then spiking as Scar adjusted his position the slightest amount, claw poking her insides.

“Argghhhhh,” the cub groaned insensately, dragging her claws through the ground.

“What say you, Nala? Are you enjoying your punishment? A little too much, perhaps?”

“Yes!” Nala gasped without further prompting, her rump still raised, eyes closed tight, claws extended.

“Then you win, and no lion can ever harm you,” Scar hissed, pushing his claw just a little harder. Nala’s squeal could have been pain or pleasure to a listener, but they both knew the truth. Both felt her grip down tight on his paw with the force of a crocodile’s closing jaws. Felt the shudder that ran through her, repeating itself when he eased the pressure of his claw. Repeating again as he wriggled his pawtoe out of her.

“Y-you’re really weird,” were Nala’s first words when she regained her breath.

“You’re welcome,” Scar replied, caressing the cub’s pulsating cunny. “Flattered, I’m sure.” Nala laughed a gasping wheeze of a laugh as she caught her breath.

“That was the best one yet,” she said aloud, and Scar felt his cock twitch a little. He only now realized it was fully out of its sheath, dripping into the dirt.

Scar licked his lips. “There’s more where that came from,” he teased Nala, giving her undertail a solid pat. “But first, we need to put on a bit of a show for the others. Think of it as a warmup if you will. For the real show.” Scar’s leering grin returned and Nala blushed as he pushed his pawtoe to her asshole. Nala’s eyes lidded again.

“Are you really gonna… Y’know. Put it in there?”

“Oh I really am,” Scar purred, pushing more. Feeling the texture of her asshole glide about his paw. “But not just yet, dearest. No, no, no, no. For one, we’re just getting started. For two, I never waste an opportunity. And this is a most delicious opportunity.” Scar turned Nala’s head to look along his body as he rolled to the side, lifting his leg a little so his full erection was in view.

“Oh gosh,” Nala responded, blushing.

“I don’t need to tell you what to do with that, mmm?” Scar huffed in a small laugh. “Do you still remember my taste, Nala?” The cub blushed harder. “Answer,” Scar coaxed.

“Yeah,” Nala said in a quiet voice.

“And would you enjoy another taste, or no?” Scar lifted his leg just a bit higher. The muscles in Nala’s jaw worked, as if tasting the spread of the lion prince’s seed over her tongue once again.

The cub recalled the scent of his musk. The earthy, masculine odor of sweat and urine, mixed with the lustful spice of adult precum; so different from the taste of her cub friends. Though she had no name for the scent or its sensation, it was like a perfume in her memory. Something inside her told her the attraction was unbecoming. Dirty. But that just made rushes of warmth flood her body.

Scar began to lower his leg, snapping Nala back to reality. “No!” she cried out, then lowered her head and ears, realizing how loud she’d said it. “I wanna. I mean— I do,” she added more softly.

“Ah, well then,” Scar’s leg lifted again. He looked out over the other lions present. What a world, where he could show himself, hard and erect, to this little cub—the daughter of the lion he hated most, no less—and none of the more than half-dozen other lions even took notice. What a victory.

Nala began to step forward, and he cut her off with a forepaw. “Now, now, now one moment,” he chastised. “I can’t just have you suckling me of your own accord. Where’s the punishment in that? There might be questions! No, no, no… Remember, our little show?” Scar’s clawed paw stroked her fur. Even in her aroused state, something about it felt very creepy to the young lioness, and she stiffened just a little. Scar seemed not to notice.

“I will roll over, and you will climb on my stomach, understand? Your rump will be facing me. You are going to clean every inch of my cock, sheath included, and while you do that, I am going to prepare you to be fucked. Understand?”

At Scar’s words, the heat returned, and Nala nodded. “Good slut,” Scar encourage. “And lastly, when I tell you, you will lay down and rub me on your cunt and belly. And when I have finished, you will bathe in it.” Scar’s smile had turned nasty, and Nala found herself breathing harder without realizing it. “It will be fun.” The lion winked and, just like that, rolled onto his back. “Up!”

Nala hesitated a scant second, then leapt onto Scar’s chest and spread her legs out a little. Lying in his fur and pulling herself towards the object of her desire. The thought of who she was about to suckle slipped from her mind, as the masculine scent grew in her nostrils.

“Mmm, tail up,” Scar grinned, and Nala lifted her tail without even thinking about it. She could feel Scar’s rumble of pleasure through her whole body, and mewled aloud with real anticipation when his paw touched her. All hesitation vanished, and she opened her muzzle to suckle in the tip of his cock. She felt it jerk in her muzzle at the touch, thick and muscular, pressing into the roof of her mouth and leaving a salty smear against it. The smell and taste of his masculinity met in her senses, and she shivered, thrusting back against Scar’s paw. The cub began to lick along his shaft. Exploring it as she hadn’t been able to do in the cave.

His barbs were so much bigger than the comparatively vestigial nubs on her friends. She could feel them pull on her tongue. Taste the musk gathered beneath which, as she got closer, she began to realize must have come from within his sheath. She had never really payed much attention to a boy’s sheath, but with Scar’s right in front of her, she found herself drawn towards it. Her bellyfur slid along Scar’s cock as she stepped over his hard erection, letting it bounce between her legs. Nala leaned forward, nuzzling her nose against the fuzzy flesh that usually contained the adult lion cock now tickling her young teats.

The smell was nearly overwhelming, but she felt Scar’s cock leap against her when she touched her nose to it. He likes it, she thought. And something about that knowledge excited her. She began to lick, teasing around the outside. Tasting the base of the liondick. It was a little more earthy, and less flavored with the sweet, salty precum at the tip. But whenever her nose pushed on Scar’s sheath, she felt a new shudder run through his body.

Then she felt his paw leave her, only to return a moment later. She gasped as it touched her. Not on her lioness this time. On her ass. His paw was wet, and warm. She felt the sensitive flesh there compress and move against his paw. Before she realized she was reacting to the touch, she let her tongue push out, lifting Scar’s sheathflesh, running her tongue beneath. And explosion of flavors—earthy, salty, musky, acrid—assaulted her tongue.

“Talented little slut,” Scar huffed behind her, and Nala blushed, tongue sliding a small arc under Scar’s. His paw pressed against her haunches, and she fought an urge to swing her tail between her legs. Instead, she kept it lifted. It felt so wrong, but something inside responded viscerally, and when Scar’s pawtoe caressed under her young tail she moaned out loud into his sheath.

“Suckle me,” Scar demanded, and the cub did. Without thinking, she lifted her head, guiding Scar’s cock to her muzzle. She lapped at the tip, that strange, newly familiar tang of his male scent flowing over her tongue.

”He’s leaking already,” she thought to herself, feeling a hint of pride.

“Good girl,” Scar purred behind her. His paw slid a small circle around her ass, disappeared for a moment, then reappeared, now wet with what she assumed was Scar’s saliva. Rubbing it from his mouth onto her exposed asshole. The cub shuddered, and licked again, opening her muzzle a bit wider to let more of Scar’s maleness into her mouth.

“I’m going to enter you,” Scar said, his voice soft but firm. Nala nodded, unsure if Scar could see it. The feeling of his cock jerking in her muzzle told him he felt it, and she continued nodding, more slowly, listening to the faint sound of his heartbeat increasing. “I’m going to enter your ass,” Scar repeated, his pawtoe pushing a little now. Making Nala mew as the pressure increased. She could feel his claw, carefully angled into her, making her stretch for it. At first so little, but after a moment… “First with my paw. Then with my cock. Spread your legs, Nala. Pretend I am covering you now. Imagine.”

Nala was, and what she saw in her mind’s eye made her shiver from nape to haunches. She lifted her tail and spread her legs, bracing against the pressure of Scar pushing… pushing…”

“Ah!” the cub exclaimed at last, as the tip of Scar’s pawtoe entered her at last. Spreading her wide enough for just the beginning of his digit to join his claw inside her.

“Take your muzzle from my cock.” Nala did, and turned in confusion a second before Scar grabbed her haunches and pushed. The cub screamed, instinctively trying to jump away, but Scar held her easily against his belly.

“Ah! Owwwwww!” Nala cried, claws clutching at Scar’s belly. That hurt!! It really really hurt! She shover her face into Scar’s sweat-scented bellyfur and screamed again, muffling it and bracing herself. Trying to be strong.

Was this how Simba had felt when they forced themselves on him?

“Remember, remember, Nala,” Scar’s voice came as if from a distance, and it took a moment for her ears to register it as words. “Remember the value in pain. Remember, little one.”

Nala drew in a shaking gasp, her body quaking as if she were lifting a hippo instead of breathing. Yes… Pain. Pain could be…”

“Ahhh!” she gasped in a rush, ass relaxing and then clenching. Her ears fluttered in their low position, and then rose. Up and down, finally resting to her skull in a position of pleasure.

“Yesssss,” Scar hummed in approval that rumbled through his chest and through her body. “Astounding.” His paw moved, pushing upwards a little, and Nala moaned, finding more of the pleasure in the pain this time. Her muscles relaxed just a little, and she took a deep breath again. It had been there all the while, after all. She just had to find it.

She turned her head and looked back at Scar, her emerald eyes defiant. “You like that, don’t you, dirty old lion?” she mock-hissed at him. Scar made a sound, his body shook for a moment, and then he laughed. It was the first genuine laugh Nala could ever remember hearing from her taciturn “uncle”, and after a moment, she found herself smiling with him.

“Indeed,” Scar responded, his eyes mischievous. “I do.” His paw slid back and Nala “eep!”ed as he entered her again. Even being prepared for it, it stung, but the cub closed her eyes and took it, focusing on the parts that felt good. The way it made her feel full. How it felt so wrong. The odd sensations it caused lower, in her lioness. “But I wonder if you will acclimate so well to more than my paw, hmm? When I am rutting in and out of you. Roughly, without stop. Will you be so cocky then, slut?”

“Yes!” Nala grunted, though she was gritting her teeth and felt like one eye was more open than the other. Scar chuckled, and she knew she hadn’t sold her brag, but she let it go, focusing on adapting to Scar’s paw.

“Oh how delightful.” Scar licked his lips, sliding his pawtoe in a slow circle that pressed against Nala’s insides in strange ways.

“If… If you keep… keep doing that… I feel like I’m gonna poop on you!” Nala grunted, still dealing with the odd sensations.

“You say that as if I would care,” Scar winked and Nala blushed. “You have much to learn of we wicked lions,” he huffed with a laugh in his tone. “But don’t worry. We will find time for your education. And now, we have better things to do. Other messes to make. Suckle me again Nala. Hard.”

Nala licked her lips and turned, feeling like she had to brace herself with all four legs just to turn, with Scar so deep in her tail. She took a deep breath and opened wide, suckling Scar into her muzzle until she dared take no more.

“Ahhh. Yes. Like that,” Scar commended. Then Nala felt something odd. Felt his paw moving her body from within. Pushing her forward. Pulling her back. And with every pull and push came a spark of pain, pressure, and pleasure, mixed together and firing through her body. “You look like you could handle two males, you know. One for your muzzle. One for your little ass.” Nala moaned at that, clenching as visuals of big lions surrounding her flew through her head. While she was distracted, Scar pushed her forward, and she gagged, but let him control her body for the moment, sliding back and forth while Scar fucked himself with her muzzle.

The scent, the warmth… the tastes. She transferred them all to an endless stream of imaginary males, their attention all on her. Their cocks hard, then breathing growing louder and louder….

“Roll over,” Scar suddenly gruffed. Nala pulled herself back, and then let out a “Ahhhhhhhh” of mixed sensations when Scar withdrew his paw, carefully sliding his claw out of her. Her did tail clamp down this time, as the overwhelming urge to squat fluttered through her stomach. “Rub my cock on your cunt,” Scar growled, ignoring the awkward stance of the young female.

Nala rolled onto her back quickly, hoping it would alleviate her discomfort. It was only modestly effective, but she found moving in general helped. Keeping herself distracted, the cub slid herself down Scar’s belly until his cock jutted between her legs like a spined, pink tree. With a little huff of breath, she reached down, drawing his maleness to her feminity. Touch herself with an adult male for the first time. She moaned a little as his flesh ground against hers, hot and firm. Pleasurable.

“How does that feel on your cunt, little Nala?” Scar growled.

“Good,” she answered softly.

“‘It feels good on my cunt, Your Highness,’” the lion responded.

Nala blushed, but she gave the dark lion what he wanted. “It feels good on my cunt, Your Highness” she swore.

“Faster,” Scar demanded, his breaths coming quick now. Hard, just like the lions Nala had imagined. She closed her eyes, imagining them again. She replaced the cock in her paw with vignettes of a grown Simba… Malka… Mufasa… then Scar, again, and her mind lingered, her own breathing growing faster along with the adult’s.

“Are you ready for your bath, fuckpet?” Scar hissed to her, his words husky and strained.

“Yes!” she answered, eyes closed. The Scar in her imagination was kind, his mane sleek, his touch gentle, and she pushed harder, imagining that Scar gliding himself over her pussy. Seeking to enter it. Her strokes increased.

“Grrrr… in your fur… Hug it to your chest, slut!” Scar hissed, and Nala wrapped her paws around Scar’s cock. Hugging it like a wrestling partner to her chest. In the next moment, many things happened at once.

She sensed, rather than felt, a change in the lion’s cock. The barbs extending? A swelling? An increase in heat? Before she could process the change consciously, something tugged at her mouth. The cub opened her eyes wide and gasped as Scar’s pawtoe slid into her open muzzle, tugging her head to the side. One taste was all she needed to know it was the paw that had been in her ass moments ago.

And as the surprise, shock, horror, and confusion of that realization filled her, Scar came. His cock let in her grasp and he groaned a groan that thundered through her body. His cum sprayed through her chestfur and hit her chin, geysering into the air like water from a steam vent. She could see it, rising high into the air and falling onto her, plopping like rain. It all mingled: the scents, the taste of her own ass on Scar’s paw, the feeling of his muscles contracting, propelling his seed onto her body in hot, sticky gushes. Over her face and into her mouth.

A shudder ran through her body. Not an orgasm. Not truly, but something like it. A ghost of pleasure, whispering of delights her mind couldn’t process. She held Scar’s cock tightly, and felt his seed splashing along her arm, each spurt leaving a warm remnant on her paw.

She closed her eyes and drifted on that ephemeral sensation. Closing her muzzle and suckling on Scar’s paw. The taste wasn’t bad, after all. It was part of it. Of the everything happening to her all at once. And she wanted it.

An intangibly infinite time later, Nala found herself on the ground, laying on her back. Her eyes tracked a cloud floating by overhead. It looked like Pride Rock, she thought.

“Back with us?” Came a drawl from next to her. The cub turned, looking directly into Scar’s leering face.

“Wha?” Nala muttered, looking down at herself. She was a mess! The cub ran a paw down her belly, and Scar’s cum moved along with her paw in thick streams, leaving matted, clumpy tufts of fur all over.

“I’m afraid my virility quite overset you, my dear,” Scar licked a paw, his tone back to being bored. But Nala could see something dancing in his eyes.

“You’re gonna clean this out. Right?” Nala whined, realizing her task was hopeless. She held her paws out to the sides, arms dripping with cum. She reeked of the stuff.

“Kings, no!” Scar gave a theatrical shudder.

“Aww, man,” Nala groaned. “This is gonna take a week to get out…”

“Do you know what I’d much rather do, than listen to you complain?” Scar interrupted.

“What?” Nala answered, realizing a moment later that she should probably have held silence.

“Almost anything, truly,” Scar started, and Nala sighed at the barb, knowing she had walked right into it. “But for now, I think I would prefer to fuck your tailhole. Hard. How do you feel about that?”

Nala froze. She had no idea how she felt about that. No, she realized, that was a lie. Her body knew. The young lioness bit her lip, looking down at herself. She hadn’t imagined she’d be looking like this for her first time with an adult. But how it would feel… She knew it would be unlike anything else she’d ever felt. Even after Scar’s probing exploration of her rump earlier.

She nodded.

“I thought you might feel that way.” Scar reached forward, and Nala almost went to push him away. But she caught herself and held, as his paw slid from her chest to her lower belly. He didn’t seem to mind her current state. He seemed to be enjoying it. But then, that made sense, she thought. He was a pervert. And she told him so.

“Only for the lions I truly enjoy,” Scar smirked at her. He brought his head over her, running his nose through her chestfur, lifting it with a smile, some of his own cum smeared across his nose. She had to stifle a laugh, it looked so goofy.

“Now, there are a few things we must go over first,” Scar said in a conspiratorial tone, ducking his head to whisper, even though the other lions were well out of hearing range. “Listen carefully, Nala. There are things I need you to do, now.”

* * * * *

Some moments later, a clearly trepidatious Nala stepped a few paces forward, and crouched, placing her still drying chestfur on the ground and lifting her rump into the air. Scar followed behind, like any lion scenting a lioness in heat. Like she was his, he stalked above her, placing his forelegs on either side of her body. He looked huge behind her.

The motions were enough to catch the attention of the other lions. Sarafina looked up from Chumvi, processing what she was seeing for one scant second of hesitation before she left to her paws, all else forgotten.

“No….. NO!” Sarafina snarled, turning towards Scar in a blur.

“Sarafina!” Mufasa warned, breaking his own focus, paws coming off of Kula entirely, ready to intercept if needed.

“He-he can’t. He can’t…. He can’t.” Sarafina repeated, her voice hoarse. “Mufasa…”

“Sarafina! I’m shocked! Appalled!” Scar responded, his voice cool, his eyes burning with green fire. “Was it not this cub, this very cub, who convinced her friends to rape our poor prince? Is she not the heart of why we are here?”

“Not she alone,” Sarafina’s voice was barely audible.

“She alone,” Scar countered. “She is the ring-leader, is she not? When they came to me, these cubs, they all listened as if she were the voice of Aiheu himself. But I suppose knowing the cubs is lioness work after all; tell me, Sarafina, who do the cubs listen to most? Your daughter, or that scruffy pissant? Speak, before the law.”

Sarafina glared at Scar, her whole frame trembling with explosive rage. “My daughter,” she said at last.

Scar’s grin made Mufasa sit up a little, ready to dash between the two, but Sarafina held herself in place. How, he couldn’t imagine. His own anger rose. Scar and Sarafina’s history was what it was, but still his brother insisted on being cruel to her. It was cubbish and unseemly.

“Well, then. Don’t take my word for the law,” Scar pushed with his hips, prompting a gulp from Nala, who looked up at her mother as if flames might leap from Sarafina’s eyes and consume her.

“The… The…” Nala took a deep breath, quailing in the heat of her mother’s fury. “The punishment must be a measure greater than the crime,” Nala squeaked.

Scar’s paw pushed Nala’s head down into the earth, stroking over her cum-drenched fur, and spread his legs just a little wider. “Do you disagree, Sarafina?” he asked casually. Letting Sarafina sit in the reality of his trap closing. All her options were gone. He had won. “In fact, let me ask the question properly: ‘Is it not one measure greater than the crime for me to fuck this cub’s ass?’”

Sarafina sat still. Terribly still. Tears of rage dripped from her eyes. “I loved you, once, Taka. Please don’t do this. Please... Please….”

“Answer! The question!” Scar roared, bringing the clearing to a moment of stillness, not bothering to hide the malice in his gaze.

Sarafina remained still, eyes searching for any sign of weakness. She found none.

“It is one measure greater than the crime… that you fuck the cub’s ass,” she said at last, her voice quavering. “And to the Makei with you!” She glanced once more at Nala and then grabbed Chumvi by his entire head, turning and striding towards Sarabi without a look back.

* * * * *

“Well, that was fun, wasn’t it? I think you’ve well earned your reward, little one,” Scar purred into Nala’s ear once Sarafina had placed herself on the opposite side of the clearing, her back pointedly turned.

“I wish you hadn’t made me say that,” the girl pouted.

“Oh there, there, it was the truth after all, wasn’t it? And think, this way your mother doesn’t have to watch how much you’re going to enjoy having your ass fucked hard and deep by her enemy, mm? Really, Nala, I’m only looking out for you!”

Nala was still upset, but her anger was quickly losing to her horniness. “Yeah,” she agreed at last. “I guess.”

“Fools guess, dear,” Scar growled, grinding his cock against her tailhole until she gasped. “Don’t be a fool.”

* * * * *

Mufasa growled, watching Sarafina walk away. If it were any other day, he might feel the need to intervene but, now, he could do nothing.

Why did Scar insist on such puerile antagonism, he wondered to himself for the millionth time. Especially in such a serious time, it was offensive. But, he knew, Scar was not a fool. He had chosen his antagonism well. It was Sarafina who was out of line, with regards to the law. But, though Mufasa would never say so, sometimes the law simply didn’t feel right.

The king sighed, and brought himself back to the sniveling task at hand. She was trying to groom herself clean between his legs, but Mufasa knew that was a pointless errand. And apparently, from the look of Nala, Scar had taken a much similar approach.

Mufasa turned Kula, who whimpered, and stepped forward, grinding his sheath on her rump as he watched Scar toying with Nala. He often though of Scar as a small lion but he did look massive straddling the young cub, and there was something about that… Something arousing. He felt his sheath stirring again. Hardening until his cocktip poked across Kula’s rump fur.

Mufasa turned and his eyes met Scar’s. His brother’s expression hardened into defiance, anticipating a challenge. Mufasa held his gaze. Taka had changed so much since they were young, but that proud defiance… Mufasa remembered it from the beginning. From their first steps, to driving their mother to distraction, to when his little brother had stood up to their father’s traditionalist rulings time and time again.

Mufasa nodded, and Scar’s expression softened just the slightest amount. Mufasa could imagine he saw surprise on Scar’s face, but the other lion was far too good at concealing his emotions these days for Mufasa to be sure. Then he felt Kula wriggle against his hard shaft and realized it was time. He turned his gaze to her.

“This is for what you did to my son,” Mufasa spoke aloud, positioning himself under Kula’s tail. Poking her too-young tailhole. The cub whimpered and wriggled in his paw. He had a sudden, mean-spirited urge to thrust into the cub, hard. To see her shriek and cry. To hurt her as she had hurt his cub. But he swallowed that thought. “_A wise king knows the difference between justice and revenge”_ his father, Ahadi, had taught him again and again when Mufasa struggled against his worst impulses. Though his paws tightened around Kula’s small body, he restrained himself to the justice he knew was true.

Mufasa looked again to Scar, seeing him in such a similar position, little Nala tucked between his legs, looking like she’d been racing cheetahs. Panting for breath, and covered from nose to tailtip with ropes of drying cum. Scar’s eyes narrowed the slightest bit, but dropped to look where Mufasa held his shaft under Kula’s small tail. Then, as Mufasa watched, Scar thrust forward. A slow, controlled push that made Nala’s eyes shoot open. The tawny cub’s pawtoes spread wide, grasping at the ground.

Mufasa knew he had just witnessed the moment in which Nala felt her father—her unknown father—enter her ass. Scar was fucking his own daughter. A cub who, Mufasa now suspected, was not even a virgin herself. Was this the loss of her anal virginity? Or had she already given that to another as well?

The king closed his eyes and, after a breath, followed suite. He could feel Scar’s eyes following as he pushed against Kula’s tail hole. Tight, so tight, even after all of her licking! She was not stoic like Nala. The cub screamed as soon as he began to apply pressure, her tone rising in pitch as he forced the tight sphincter open. Forced it to spread around his thick tip, until he knew for certain he was inside the squealing cub. All possessive instincts flared to life, and his haunches quivered, fighting the urge to thrust. To take ownership of the too-small body between his legs.

“T-too… big!” Kula shrieked, her body twitching and trying to twist in his paws.

“Did you ask Simba what was too big?” Mufasa growled at her, feeling his blood rising. Empathy faded, and he allowed lust to replace it. The cub was so _tight_….

“I… I didn’t…. do anything with his tail!” Kula cried. “I didn’t!”

Mufasa lifted a paw and smacked the cub across the ass, grabbing her by the tail and pulling her towards himself. Pushing another inch inside of her. Her protests cut off into a guttural gasp.

“I didn’t ask you what you did to my son’s tail,” Mufasa snarled, “I asked you if you asked Simba what was too big! Well? Did you lift a paw to ease his torment or did you cheer and enjoy his pain?”

Kula’s response devolved into a series of gasps and squeaks. Mufasa growled and pulled back, giving the cub a moment to recover before flipping her roughly onto her back.

“I asked you a question, cub,” he snarled down at her, his teeth bared.

“No!” the cub cried, sobs wracking her plump body. “I- I didn’t. I didn’t know!”

Mufasa spat on his paw, then pushed that paw into Kula’s muzzle. She bit on it by instinct, tongue trapped under his pads.

“Then tell me again that it’s too big!” The king spat again, this time right between her eyes, and stepped forward until his cock slapped between the cub’s spread hindlegs. He spat yet again, this time onto his own cock and the cub’s upturned pussy. “You violated a member of your pride. You and your friends took from him something that was his alone to give, Kula.” She looked at him, tears streaming from her eyes, and he had to fight back his own sense of sympathy.

He entered her without another word. The cub’s eyes went wide, pupils contracting to pinpoints and, even despite the paw in her muzzle holding down her tongue, he heard her scream. Unlike her tailhole, he didn’t push farther once he encountered resistance. There was no need. He felt her virginity give way to his thrust, and he held there, ignoring the pinprick pain of her teeth on his pawtoes.

“Look at that!” Scar leaned down as best he could with Nala between his legs. Nala looked up, and Scar’s paw steered her blurry vision to the king and her friend. The king held her down, a big paw in her muzzle,

“Your friend doesn’t understand our secret,” Scar said matter-of-factly. “That’s no easy punishment for her. But for you…, Why, I can imagine you wish I might slide myself down into that cub quim of yours.” Scar smiled and pulled back to a gasp from Nala. His cock slid down her tailfur to press against her pussy, and she let out a keening moan. “Ah, I thought so,” Scar purred and pushed, the gentlest motion, making Nala’s voice rise in pitch as the tip of his cock spread her just enough for his shaft to touch her insides. “Shall I stretch you as none of those little cub friends of yours could, Nala? Shall I—“

“Yes!” Nala barked, cutting him off.

Scar pressed again, and Nala’s paws curled into the grass as the tip of his cock explored around the inside of her entrance. “I probably could,” Scar admitted, “but the law is unclear in this area, and my brother is much too cautious when it comes to the old ways. No, no, I’m afraid it’s out of the question. Your womb, and the cunt it’s attached to, belongs to your betrothed. I could be called a thief for taking it, even now. You can blame the Great Kings of the Past, if you wish. Isn’t it funny, how stupid lions whose bones are now dust control us even now? Ah, well… Never fear, Nala. I am a lion of my word…”

Scar lifted himself, and his cock slid back, nestling under Nala’s tail. The cub had little time to register her disappointment before he pushed into her a second time. Slower, this time. Pushing until the first row of his barbs flattened and pressed inside of her. Nala moaned, her tailhole visibly clenching on his shaft, tail fluttering high into the air. Waving like a flag.

“Mmm… Let me show you a secret.” Scar grabbed Nala’s paws and yanked them under her belly. The cub gasped and collapsed onto her chest. “Just making it look good, dear,” he chuckled, grabbing her other arm and twisting it in the same way. “No one can see your paws now. See, the thing is, I can’t pleasure you. But you can. Go on. Can you reach your own cunny, hmm?”

Scar’s held his position as Nala reached under herself, turning a little in the unfamiliar position. Her eyes opened a little wider when her paws found themselves in the right spot. “Oh!” she whispered.

“There you are. And to all those watching, why, it looks like I’ve simply trapped you. Pinned you to use as a good little fuck toy.” Scar was still smiling as he thrust, slipping two more rows of barbs into Nala. The cub grit her teeth, but he could feel her paw starting to move between her legs. “Oh, perhaps they’d be right, then. Let me hear what you are, Nala.”

“I’m a good little fuck toy,” Nala groaned, blushing even as her paw sped up. Scar met her gusto with his own. His gaze moved to his brother and the little cub he was busy molesting. He pushed a little deeper, watching his brother’s hips flexing with each thrust in the little whore he had so tightly pinned. Scar felt his own haunches matching Mufasa’s, slipping back only to thrust twice as much inward. Making Nala gasp loudly, but Scar was no longer paying attention to that. He was admiring Mufasa’s body. He might despise the lion his brother had chosen to be, but there was no questioning he was a specimen of lionhood.

Scar’s paws curled around Nala’s body. Holding her into the earth until she grunted and his weight drove some of the breath from her lungs. Clutching in her cummy fur and using it to pull her back against his shaft. Forcing her to stretch for him.

“Owww! Owww! Ohhhhh!” Nala cried under him, and he felt her body spasm around him, cumming with his cock halfway inside of her.

“Keep pawing” Scar grunted. “If you want the rest of my cock, I want to hear it. Tell everyone. Cry out so that we all know what a slut you were born to be.” Scar’s paw scratched down her back until it came to her rump. Gripping it tightly and pushing her onto his shaft. Deeper… Deeper… “Tell your pride you’ll be good…. A good little bitch!”

“I”ll be good!” she shrieked, gasping for air. Writhing as if in agony as Scar gave her more than she had ever dreamt. The pain and pleasure twisted into one force, and Scar’s cock inside of her was its avatar. “I’ll be good! I’ll be a good little bitch!” she cried, repeating herself breathlessly, eyes rolling back a little. “I’ll be good…”

Scar saw Sarafina’s ears rise and her shoulders hunch from across the clearing, and pushed harder…. Harder… The tightness pressed on him on all sides, but he wanted it all, and he would have it. Scar gasped as he slipped the last of himself inside of Nala, and her ass pressed to his sheath. He had to close his eyes, taking deep breaths to contain himself.

“I’ll be a good bitch,” Nala moaned under him, her mouth working as if repeating the words over and over, even though little sound came out.

“Yes you are,” Scar agreed above her in a hoarse whisper. “Yes you are.”

* * * * *

Mufasa needed more. He’d stretched the cub’s pussy, but she was too tight, and he knew pushing more might cause injury. Another king might rule it just, but he could not, even in his haze of pleasure. And so he slipped the tip of his cock back, leaving Kula’s vagina open, red, and sore, and slide it back to her ass. Joining his brother in sodomizing his prisoner.

He could see Scar muttering to Nala, but only pieces reached his ears. Mostly he could hear Nala’s gasps and squeals. Her cries that she would be good did not seem to abate his brother’s lust, much. Where she learned the word ‘bitch’ he couldn’t imagine, but his attention was focused on the way Scar’s cock was disappearing bit by bit under the cub’s tail. He matched himself with his broth. Kula was still whining around his paw, but her screams had become whimpers. She clung to his paw, biting on it, and allowed him to take her. And he did. Looking down, he could see half of his cock stretching the cub wider than he would have thought possible, her small open pussy twitching above it with sensations he couldn’t imagine. If he didn’t know better, he might think she was in pleasure.

“You’ve had sex like this before, haven’t you?” he grunted at the cub, slipping his paw back, wet and dripping with her spit. Kula nodded, gritting her teeth, but no longer crying out. “I suppose he wasn’t as big as me,” Mufasa ventured, glibly. Kula shook her head.

Mufasa licked his lips, looking left and right. No one was paying much attention to them. Simba was now on top of Malka, who had apparently decided to stay. Good, it showed progress among those two. Perhaps that could lead to some healing. Sarafina and Sarabi were engrossed in their punishments, of which he could only see glimpses through the tangle of lionesses and cubs. Scar’s eyes were almost closed now, his hips twitching with an effort Mufasa could well appreciate. He took a swallow. It was unseemly—borderline unnatural even—for him to consider the cub in any light except that of justice, but… The knowledge of the cub’s previous escapades aroused him, and he couldn’t shake it.

“Does it hurt?” he asked at last.

Kula sniffed and looked up. “Not as much as before,” she said in a soft, hesitant voice. Mufasa sighed, realizing she probably thought she was condemning herself to more pain by saying so. Perhaps she was trying to be brave.

“You know what you did was wrong, don’t you?”

“I know,” she cried, her lip quivering. “I know, especially since Tama lied. But even if she hadn’t, we were so mean!” She tucked her paws on her chest, looking off to the side a little. “I know you gotta hurt me,” she mewed.

Mufasa moved his hips. Gently this time, and Kula scrunched up a bit, ready for pain that didn’t come. “That doesn’t hurt so much, does it?”

“N-No?” Kula responded. She bit her lip, her eyes fearful. “It feels kind of good!” she blurted in a rushed whisper, reaching up to pull on her own ears in shame. “I’m sorry, King Mufasa! I know it shouldn’t!”

And he knew it shouldn’t as well. But he found his strength had fled.

The king pressed a little harder, watching Kula’s expression tighten as he slipped a little more inside of her. “And that?”

The cub paused, then nodded. “Uh-Huh”. Her whisper had become breathy, and her eyes met his. Her head cocked, trying to figure out why her king’s face was so calm, now. “W-what… what should I do, your majesty?”

“You should keep calling me ‘your majesty’, Mufasa growled. He moved his paws forward, putting them on Kula’s. Pinning them above her head. A sudden, inexplicable desire to kiss her flitted through him, be he contained that, at least. He slid out his claws into the earth, as if their presence would restore his fierceness.

“Yes, your majesty,” Kula replied.

“I’m still going to mate you, Kula,” Mufasa tried to put on a stern face, and thrust himself forward again. Another row of barbs slipped into the cub’s stretched ass. This time her eyes merely hooded.

“Yes, your majesty,” was her only response.

“In your ass,” he added, unnecessarily. He pushed again, and he slipped in further. Her eyes closed and her muzzle lifted. She sucked in a breath. “Until I cum in it.”

Kula nodded, her little paws flexing against his pads. He could feel her claws prickling at them. “Yes, your majesty!”

“And you will tell no one of this,” Mufasa grunted. He pulled back for the first time, and his barbs tugged on Kula’s insides. Her eyes shot open, and her muzzle with it.

“T-that felt… felt good!” she gasped. “R-really really good!”

Mufasa flexed his haunches and Kula grit her teeth as he stretched her once again. Harder this time. “More?” he asked.

“Yes…”

He pushed, and she stretched for him. How big could the other males she had been with have been? He was more than halfway inside her already, and he’d known grown lionesses who had tapped out before this! “More?” he growled deep in his chest.

“Yes!” the cub insisted. Her legs had risen, lifting her rump to meet his hips. Mufasa turned his head towards Scar and Nala, and caught Scar looking back at him.