All eyes were on Mufasa, waiting for the king to step up to his duty.

These initial moments were important. They set the tone for all lion’s watching, and gave them a sense of what “a measure greater” would mean. Mufasa made his cue by placing his paw on the back of young Kula’s head, holding her in place as his sheath swelled into her muzzle. The cub managed to stay calm at first but, as Mufasa grew, her panic grew with him. Her body strained against his grip. The king’s cock slid from its sheath, across her tongue and into the cub’s throat. With the slightest of releases, Mufasa let his paw drift back, until Kula’s muzzle could only grasp a fraction of his maleness. But he did not thrust, and kept the girl held in a place where she was, gagging audibly for all lions present to hear as his cock teased the entrance to her throat.

The tempo was set.

Kula’s sat, frozen. The scent of male—of her king—in such close proximity set off every “freeze” instinct in her body. But the member down her throat also triggered every “run and run fast” instinct. As a result, she sat right where Mufasa had grabbed her. Her mind screamed at her legs to run, but nothing obeyed; yet her tail felt like it was trying to escape all on its own, entirely beyond her control, whipping and writhing like a caught snake. She winced as Mufasa pushed on her head harder, triggering her gag reflex. Tears sprang to her eyes as she tried to catch her breath and failed. She tried again, but he was too deep. Something wet and warm ran down the back of her leg, and she realized she had wet herself. Only then, as shame and fear wrestled for control, did Mufasa slip back; allowing breath to gush into her lungs, along with the acrid scent of her own urine.

“That didn’t take long,” Sarafina commented from off to the side, her nose wrinkling. She looked at Chumvi under her paw. “Well. We have to start somewhere,” she commented to no one, lifting the cub by the nape and striding to Mufasa. She dropped Chumvi so near Kula he had to sprawl his legs to avoid the dark, spreading stain in the dirt. Kula tried to look behind herself, but she could only see Sarafina’s stern gaze above. Her eyes opened wider as she felt something hard and wet jammed under her tail, against her femininity. Pressed into the scent of her shame. 

It couldn’t be?

“Lick,” Sarafina ordered, and Kula’s ears hugged her skull. It was... it was Chumvi’s muzzle. Sarafina’s paw held him in place, grinding his fur into Kula’s. Hard enough that she had to spread her legs to accommodate the breadth of his muzzle. She could hear him sputter and spit. And then his nose slid down, slipping past her slit until his whole head was held under her body.

“Oh no!” she managed to gasp just before another gush escaped her, leaving Chumvi sputtering behind.

“I said lick!” Sarafina growled, and Chumvi’s nose pushed under her tail again. This time she could tell he was being held in place, because his position didn’t change, even though she could feel him straining to move. “Groom her, you little pissbush, or we’re going to be smelling that all sunup.”

A hard swat filled the air and Chumvi gasped into Kula’s crotch. Another followed, and Kula could imagine Sarafina’s paw rising and falling against Chumvi’s rump. The horror of being swatted like that by one of the most revered lionesses in the pride washed over her. The same paws that had so famously killed buffalo, wildebeest, and even hippo, were now being brought to bear against her friend. He gave in quickly, and she didn’t blame him. As Mufasa pushed her muzzle open wide once again, she felt Chumvi’s tongue licking through her fur. Cleaning her still-trickling rump with a vigor she knew was born of terror.

* * * * *

The passion among the adult lions was growing. The scent of it began to fill the air as they followed Mufasa’s lead. Bit by bit, they gave themselves over to the job that must be done; becoming less and less the cubs’ caregivers, more and more avatars of righteous depravity.

Scar watched Mufasa muzzle-fucking Kula with an expression Nala could not quite parse. His paw remained on her rump, stroking it in small motions. She watched him, a sick feeling deep in her stomach, even as he ignored her. When he leaned down, she flinched. But he did nothing but continue watching, his head near enough to hers that his breath stirred her whiskers. “I can do anything I want with you now, Nala,” his voice was softer than she had ever heard it. A light whisper against her ear. Almost a purr, his tone too kind for the words he spoke. She realized she was shaking all over. Scar’s paw was, in fact, the only thing keeping her stable.

“I can hold you down. Rip you in half,” he continued in the same lilting tone, without so much as looking at her. “Push myself into you as a lion takes his lioness, despite your age. Stir your insides until you’re just a lump of flesh. More useful than you are now, really. At least you’d make food for some scavenger.”

He sounded bored.

“I know,” Nala found herself saying. She glanced over at Simba, but his attention was on Sarabi and Tama now. His paw was curled in Malka’s headtuft. Malka’s head bobbed on his cock, but Malka didn’t appear upset or forced. Nala thought that was good.

Had she known all along? Her mind raced over the events of the last few days. Perhaps not. But she knew with certainty that she had chosen to not be suspicious of her friend. She was so ready to believe the worst in Simba, she had offered him up easily, friend or not. And in doing so, she must have lost both friends forever.

A tear cascaded down her muzzle and fell to the ground.

“I know,” she repeated, wiping at her nose. “Just do it. I deserve it.” A flash of anger arced through her like jagged lightning, and she turned, spitting on Scar’s cheek as he watched. “You perverted, old lion,” she added.

Scar turned to look at her at last, but he was smiling.

“Nala, Nala, Nala. Your mother’s spirit shines from you. As if Aiheu himself lives within your flesh. Always too much to keep within.” His gaze lingered for a long moment, and then he turned back to the others, not even bothering to wipe his cheek.

“You enjoyed our little play yesterday, did you not?” he asked in the same quiet whisper.

“That was before I knew you were a traitor!” Nala growled.

“That’s a yes,” Scar noted.

“What do you want?” Nala hissed back. “So what if I liked it? I’m hyena food anyway! I made my best friend hate me, and my other friend lied to me. All the cubs know I got them in trouble, and all my aunties will know… The whole pride will know! You might as well do what you want!” Nala sniffed, stealing another glance at Simba and quickly looking away.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Nala,” Scar said at last. Nala remained silent, as did Scar for another long moment. “I want to help you.”

“Why?” Nala asked, a squeak of surprise in her voice. Scar was silent, eyes focused ahead. She couldn’t tell if he was staring at Mufasa or her mother. When he looked back at her, his gaze was deep, as if mysteries she couldn't imagine sat just behind her reflection in his green eyes. He didn’t look angry. For a moment, she could have sworn he was just sad.

“I have my reasons. Someday I will come to you, and ask a great favor. I want you to tell me that you won’t hesitate to say, ‘Yes.’” He turned to her, green eyes flashing in the light. “Even if I ask you to leap from Priderock. Even if I ask you to tell me all of your friends’ secrets. Even if I ask you to be my mate and bear my cubs, you will say, ‘Yes.’”

Nala looked at him, mouth agape.

“And,” Scar continued, “in return, this punishment needn’t be an ordeal. You’ve already enjoyed my company, why not enjoy it again? And beyond that, I will see to it that you are cared for. And Simba, too. Better than your mother alone ever could. I can guide you and Simba back together, and nothing like this need ever happen again.” He smiled, his eyes distant for a moment. “I know what it feels like to lose a best friend. This time, I can help you get one back.”

“You do? Wait, you can?” Nala gasped, desperate to believe.

“I can.” His voice was pure confidence. “Simba will listen to me, when the time is right. I am his uncle, after all. Did I not defend him here, today? Yes, dear, I can bring him around. I will speak to my brother, even. Perhaps a betrothal, mmm? Then you will be bound by law, never to part.”

“Bee-truth-all?” Nala cocked her head.

“Indeed. A kind of pact to care for another lion. Always.”

“Oh.” Nala let her eyes flit around the clearing. Her mom still looked mad. She was scary when she was mad. “You won’t make me hurt Simba?” she probed, making what she imagined to be a stern face.

“Never,” Scar returned easily. Nala thought about it, watching Sarabi carry Tama off to the edge of the clearing. She shuddered. Her mother was often angry, but if Aunty Sarabi was this mad… what would Scar do?

“And you won’t hurt him either!” she added, face serious.

“I swear to never touch a hair on his pelt in anger,” Scar swore, crossing his heart with his pinky claw. “He’s been hurt quite enough already, wouldn’t you say?”

Nala’s ears and tail wilted. “Yeah,” she agreed. The thought of how Simba must feel made her want to cry. How would she ever make it up to him? She sniffed and looked at Scar, sitting with nothing but comfort in his expression.

Well, here was one way to start.

“I agree.” Nala said, stamping her paw. Scar lifted and lowered his paw after hers, though she noticed he did it with the paw facing away from everyone else. That was smart, she thought. The others shouldn’t know. Simba shouldn’t know. But her mind was made up; no matter what it took, from now on, she would watch out for her friend.

“What do I have to do?”

“Oh, you have to do very little,” Scar smiled. He leaned so close she thought he was actually going to nuzzle her, but he stopped short. “I’m afraid the onus falls on me.” He looked up, then back, as if making sure no one was watching. No one was. Nala steeled herself, and matched Scar’s gaze.

“Just tell me, why don’t you?” she growled. Then she thought better of it and tried to calm herself. “What do you have to do, then?” she asked with a little more deference.

“Why, I must rape you, little one,” Scar hissed back. “But—“ he cut off her angry retort before she could deliver it, “it will not be rape, of course. Isn’t that wonderful? It’s not rape, if we call it  justice,” he almost giggled, and for just a moment something like madness danced behind his eyes, then was gone like the reflection of a bird soaring across water. “No, no, no… They just need to think you have been properly punished.” His voice dropped even lower, becoming a husky purr. “And, dear Nala, can you tell me you haven’t at least thought about what it would feel like? Having an adult lion, like myself, inside you? What your friend experienced so… fully, during your last visit?”

Nala’s tail lashed. But what else had she expected? Of course this was what Scar needed to do. If she wasn’t punished along with all the others, how could she ever even hope to show her face again? She sighed. Why lie, at this point?

“A little,” she answered.

“But you know it must hurt, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I guess. So?”

“Well don’t you see? You have a great gift that your friends fail to grasp. They are being so viciously punished only because they believe that it is so… But you are strong. You know better. You have already found the pleasure of experience. You see? It will hurt when I enter you, of course. It will hurt when I withdraw. But I see in your eyes the part of you that is looking forward to those pains.”

Nala wasn’t at all sure that was true, but something about it sounded true. She tried to think of something to say, but Scar kept speaking.

“Pain is nothing but another experience. Strong lions, such as us, are free to take pleasure in it.” Scar’s paw started slipping around her haunches again, and this time she didn’t pull away. She watched his eyes as he poked at her tail hole with one of his claws. She drew in a breath as he pushed, poking her tail hard with his extended claw, intentionally missing her anus. A flush ran through her, and she found herself breathing more heavily. Something within fluttered and sprang into life.

“Yes….” Scar growled. “Yes, you understand.” His paw slipped lower, and she didn’t flinch. His paw found her slit and began applying an insistent pressure. 

It felt good. 

“I must do what I must. And you must, as well. Our fates are already decided, in the end.” Scar winked. “Shouldn’t we enjoy what is inevitable, anyway?”

“I-I guess so?” Nala found herself agreeing. Scar’s paw felt so nice. Even the spot where he had poked her tail burned with a feeling she didn’t fully understand, and her body wanted more.

“The last time we played, you licked my tailhole like the dirtiest pride slut. In truth, did you find it so distasteful?” Scar continued, “Or did you find yourself enjoying it?” Nala felt herself pushing back just the slightest bit and, as if he had read her desires, Scar pushed against her harder.

“I enjoyed it,” she admitted. “It was… I knew it was wrong. But it did feel good.” Scar smiled.

“I am going to do some very, very wrong things to you, Nala,” he winked. Her body shivered, and she found herself blushing, suddenly looking down and away. “One last chance,” he cooed in her ear. “This is your choice.”

Nala grunted as his finger slipped up, the claw pushing into her body. It didn’t jab as she had expected. It felt cool and nice.

“Let me make sure you are informed. I will tell tell you what experiences await you, and you make your decisions.” 

Nala mewled softly, eyes half-shut. Scar’s voice was all but hypnotic in her ear.

“You are going to lick my shaft. You are going to kiss and pleasure it from sheath to tip. Understood?”

Nala nodded almost before she realized what she was agreeing to. But then she nodded again.

“I am going to mark you, while your friends watch. You will drink my piss from my cock and be marked inside and out.”

Nala shuddered, a whine escaping her throat. The thought of it was shameful, but… What was shame now? She processed it and found pleasure. She nodded. “Yes,” she agreed.

“I am going to spread your pussy with my paws. I will fuck your cubcunt wider than you’ve ever experienced with your little cub friends. I will test your limits, but you will not be torn, understand?”

Nala bit her lip. That didn’t sound nearly so nice. But… She tipped her head, imagining the feeling of being so full that nothing else could fit inside her. The dirtiness of her mother seeing and… was that pride? Yes, the pride of the punishments she would endure for her friend. Let them all see that she could take the punishment as well as any other lion! A ripple of warmth ran through her fur, and she nodded. “Yes,” she agreed.

“And at last, I am going to mount you like a mate, drive my cock into your ass little by little, and then I am going to mate you full of my seed, Nala.”

“Yes!” Nala responded in a breathless hiss. “Yes, I agree!”

Scar smiled a feral, toothed smile that would have made her draw back in any other circumstance. “You must remember to cry out so that the others know you have been punished, you understand?” Nala nodded.

“I can do that,” she responded. “B-but what about… You know. My pussy?”

Scar chuckled. “Do you want me to fuck your pussy, little Nala? Properly?”

“K-kinda,” she blushed.

“Mmmm. Well. I’m afraid that can’t be managed just yet without doing more damage than it’s worth,” he said. She made a sound of displeasure. “But, I will make you two more promises for free, Nala,” he whispered to her. “One, I will pleasure that horny slut cunt of yours today. With my cock, even. You will feel me over and in you, even if not all the way. Yet.” He pushed against her and she whimpered as his claw touched something deep within.

“O-okay,” she whispered back.

“And secondly, you must come visit me after all this, hmm?” His teeth closed on her ear ever so gently, and suddenly Nala’s whole body shuddered. She clamped her teeth down and swallowed a squeak of shocked pleasure as it careened through her whole body. “And when you do, I promise before long I will fuck your needy quim like you were made for.” Scar’s breath washed over her, and she felt her body reacting beyond her understanding, as if he controlled the flames in her belly with his voice alone. “I will breed you like a heated bitch until you lay gaping and stupid in a puddle of my seed.”

“Eeeeunggghh,” Nala responded through gritted teeth. Scar smiled, waited, and watched. 

He watched his brother making the little girl brat gag repeatedly. If it were him, he’d have choked her to death by now, simply to keep her quiet. 

He watched Sarafina snarling something to the little boy cub. Grinding him under the girl’s tail for Kings-knew-what reason. He could see his nephew and the black-earred cub off to the side. 

And, finally, he watched Sarabi stalking off into the brush with Tama clutched in her jaws. His eyes narrowed as she stepped away from the rest of the group, off into the reeds towards a distant fallen log.

What he wouldn’t do to be able to see what she had in mind.