Across the clearing, Scar pulled back, and Nala gasped, arching her spine. Halfway out of her, he pushed on her rump with his paw, driving himself back into her to the hilt, her gasp turning into a cry.

As Scar watched, Mufasa did the same, pulling back enough to show his cock, shining a little in the afternoon light, before he drove himself into his own cub. He could hear her squeal from where he stood, but Mufasa held himself within her. Scar could easily imagine how his brother was feeling. He pushed himself into Nala and heard her moan, her assflesh pushing his sheath back until he could go no further and withdrew. He was sure Mufasa was watching as he thrust, harder this time, Nala crying out in earnest.

Then, of all things, Mufasa smiled. Smiled at Scar for a brief moment before turning his attention back to the cub between his legs. Scar stared for one long moment as Mufasa said something, and then began rocking himself back and forth in the cub’s ass. Truly fucking her now, if perhaps a little gently, Scar thought. 

What was Mufasa up to? Leniency and mercy weren’t like his brother. Not when it came to litigious matters. But his attention was pulled away by Nala whimpering “K-keep going!” He grinned, and put thoughts of Mufasa away.

“Such a good slut, aren’t you?” he cooed, pulling on Nala’s rump to force more of himself inside of her.

“Yessssssss,” she hissed back. He could feel her little paw moving again. Feel it brush against the fur of his balls every so often as she moved her paw around her own cunt in search of pleasure. He pulled himself back just a little and thrust hard, feeling the cub tense in his paw.

“You’re a whore,” he snarled, pulling back farther and thrusting again, just as hard. Nala’s paw continued, her eyes rolling back a little.

“I’m a whore!” she answered. Slap! Another thrust.

“I’m going to cum in your ass. I’m going to fill your filthy cub shithole until you’re leaking my seed for days!” Scar hissed, realizing just how close he was to losing control. His hips moved fast now. Too fast, but Nala didn’t seem to mind. He pulled back until he was barely within her before pulling her back, fully impaling her on his cock each time. Feeling himself tipping towards the brink of no return.

“Yes!” Nala responded, “Yes! Gon’…. gonna… cum... in ass!”

“You need it, little whore, don’t you?” Scar gasped.

“Yes! I’m a whore!” she responded in a near-breathless gasp.

“Louder!” Scar gasped, pushing himself. Fucking the cub hard. Rocking her body and basking in the feeling of her body beginning to tighten around him as she came closer to orgasm. The orgasm he was going to give her and, though her pleasure should have been meaningless to him, it was not. He grit his teeth and pulled on Nala’s nape with his paw like a breeding bite, triggering instincts she likely didn’t know she had. The cub gasped, eyes suddenly opening wide. “Let them hear you!” Scar ordered.

“I’M A WHOREEEEEEEEEAHHHHHH!” Nala shrieked, and came. This time Sarafina whipped around, and, for one split second, Scar delighted in the horror on her face. Basked in her revulsion as she took in the fullness of the scene: her daughter screaming self-deprecations between the legs of the lioness’ ex-lover. She would not know, from that distance, if it were pain or pleasure that made the cub quiver. But it didn’t matter. Scar knew the sight of himself balls-deep in her cub would haunt her the rest of her days.

It was too much. Far too much. With a roar of victory masked in pleasure, he pulled Nala to his sheath and came with a force he couldn’t remember in years. Nala’s ass had clenched tight around him like a vise, and the breath rushed from him, leaving him in a dizzying high as his whole body tensed and contracted, pleasure shooting through every strand of fur across his body. He couldn’t breathe, and didn’t want to.

And then he came, the wave cresting and crashing. He felt his balls tense and contract, and the first splashes of his seed filling Nala’s ass. Splashing into her body and collecting around his shaft, multiplying her inner warmth. By mere fortune, Nala’s orgasm found a rhythm opposite his own, and the cub’s ass tightened and pulled on his cock with each splash of his own cum, pulling on him and extending their pleasure into what felt like infinity.

When Nala’s orgasm ended, she merely flopped onto the ground, hanging from Scar’s shaft, face into the ground, eyes closed. He would have been worried, if not for her huge, panting breaths. Instead, he let his paw fall from her ass to the ground, catching his own breath. When he looked up, Sarafina had turned away again. But he knew she had seen plenty. He kept his eyes on her back, willing the image of her daughter, dangling limp and satisfied from the cock half-buried in her ass, straight into Sarafina’s mind.

“I’ve only just begun,” he growled aloud to himself, gaze unblinking… until Nala slipped from his cock with a wet “plop”, falling onto the earth and into a puddle of his cum and the faintest “unf".

His attention broken from Sarafina, Scar turned towards Mufasa, just as the big lion unleashed a roar of his own. The great king shuddered over the tiny, pinned cub between his legs, muscles showing under his pelt as he pumped royal cum into the small convict. Then, after a few moments, Mufasa pulled himself back, letting his cum arc and splash onto the cub’s belly fur.

“My, my, brother…,” Scar purred, turning Nala and raising her muzzle to his cock. She licked at it as if by instant reflex, suckling its length while Scar pawed at the base of his sheath. “Yesss, that’s it. Good girls clean their messes, don’t they?” he murred at Nala, still watching his brother cum explosively over Kula’s belly, marking her for the second time that day. “Under the barbs, dear. Yes, that’s it. Taste your filth like a good whore. I want your mother to smell your ass on your breath when she kisses you goodnight from now on.”

Nala made a muffled sound that might have been disgust, but continued suckling, her rough tongue tugging at Scar’s barbs lackadaisically. Scar patted her with the paw that had been around his sheath, smearing a musky mix into her headfur.

“Very good,” he murmured, cock slowly retreating into its sheath even as he watched Mufasa finish emptying his load at last. “Very good indeed.”

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In the end, it wasn’t nearly as hard as Simba had expected to enter his friend. His “brother”. Whether it was lucky placement, the copious licking they had shared, or any other cause, Simba found himself buried in Malka’s asshole on his first thrust.

“Ah! Ah, ah ah!” Malka hissed in response, and Simba held himself still for a moment, looking around to try to see Malka’s face.

“Too much?” Simba asked, unsure what to say.

“N-no? Maybe?” Malka turned and looked up at Simba with one eye, a small smile on his face. “Not that bad, just, uh… I dunno. Weird.”

“You’re telling me,” Simba huffed back with a smile of his own. Malka’s ears twitched down, but he held his instinctive apology. “Try jerking yourself,” Simba offered to distract from the awkwardness.

“Oh yeah…” Malka huffed as he moved his right forepaw backwards, tipping his weight onto his chest. “Uff, okay, just… one sec….” Simba giggled, watching Malka’s expressions as he awkwardly reached beneath himself, balancing his weight between his free foreleg and his right shoulder. “Okay, got it!” Malka spread his legs a bit, and Simba was able to watch as his expression drifted from intense concentration to something else entirely. Something distant and delicate. “Oh….. huh….” Malka said almost absently.

“Good?” Simba asked, shifting his legs a little bit back and forth from paw to paw. Even standing still he was beginning to feel the small reactions inside Malka’s body. A clench here, a shudder there… It was more arousing than he would have expected.

“Good,” Malka grinned upward. “C-can you move a little?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” Simba grinned. He started to pump his hips back and forth. Malka’s eyes opened wide and a hiss escaped his lips, but Simba could see by the motion of his arm that his paw hadn’t stopped. Simba licked his lips, feeling a fuzzy sensation building up inside of him. This was good!

“Yeah… oh… oh… I think… I think I like that? Simba?” Malka’s eyes had become hooded, and Simba’s confidence grew, leading him to wrap his arms around Malka’s haunches and thrust just a little faster. Testing the sensations of Malka’s tight boy ass as it clenched along his cub cock from tip to sheath.

“I—I told you we just had to get it wet,” Simba groaned from above.

“When you push all the way, it… I dunno. Your fur feels real good on mine. Like… Like…” Malka groaned, fur rising a little as pleasure swelled through him. “Is this what the girls feel?” he gasped out loud.

“I dunno. It feels different to me,” Simba said from above. “More open, but more tight too?” The cub pulled back, his tip slipping from Malka before sliding back inside, feeling Malka’s sphincter tense and squeeze tightly over each of his barbs.

“You gotta try this,” Malka insisted.

“Maybe later, huh?” Simba said, with a small chuckle, leaning forward to look down at his partner again. “I don’t think I’m ready for that again…, even if it is different.”

“Oh, right. Sorry,” Malka gave a sheepish smile to Simba. “It does feel good, though.”

“I believe you,” Simba bumped one of Malka’s ears affectionately, making it clear there were no hard feelings. “And this is good, anyway.”

“Unf… when you push in all the way... I can… I can feel your balls touching mine,” Malka blushed, his paw speeding up. “That’s kind of… kinda hot.”

Simba huffed and leaned down, resting his chin on the back of Malka’s neck, grinding himself sheath-deep in the other cub. He could feel it too. His balls rested on top of Malka’s in this position, slipping against them. Little bits of pressure under his tail, adding to the torrent of pleasures across his body. There was something intimate about it… Something that cut through Simba’s trauma. 

It felt like how things should be. He reached forward, putting a paw on Malka’s braced paw, and Malka turned, giving it a little lick in his pleasure.

“Whoa, look at that!” Malka suddenly turned, pointing with his nose towards Scar and Nala. Simba looked up and gasped. He had never seen such a thing. Never imagined such a thing. All of his fur stood on end as he tried to process the sight of Scar vigorously hunched over Nala.

He twisted, looking to his side and realizing his father was doing the same with Kula. He looked back to Scar and Nala, processing the difference in the scenes. Kula was clearly upset, eyes wincing, lips contorting, and it disquieted something deep inside him. But Nala… Her mouth was open, her ears back. He thought she was saying something. But she wasn’t upset like Kula was.

“Is he… Is he inside her, you think?” Malka breathed, his attention all on the pair now.

“I think so,” Simba gaped. “I think he’s…. he’s mating her, for sure.”

Simba felt Malka’s claws slide out. “I feel like… like I shouldn’t be watching, but… Holy kings…”

“Yeah…” Simba felt his thrusts starting again. Slowly, now. Watching his uncle as the big lion spoke something to Nala and she responded, too quietly for him to hear. Scar looked so huge over her little body. His form, massive, framing her small body between his legs.

“Oh… I can see his cock going in and out!” Malka groaned. Simba saw it too. Scar had started pulling back farther. Enough for both boys to see his pink shaft appear over Nala’s lifted rump, before sliding back inside of her. “He’s in her ass. Like you’re in mine,” the orange cub groaned.

As if by agreement, Malka’s paw started jerking again at the same moment Simba hunched into his friend, full force. Neither spoke, both of their eyes on Scar and Nala.

“What do you think she’s saying?” Malka finally managed to moan.

“‘No more,’ I think,” Simba guessed. “Or… or… ‘give me more’?”

“I hope it’s the second one…. Ohhh. Simba, I’m… I’m so close.”

“Me too!” Simba’s paws slide along Malka’s body. Pressing close to the other boy’s ribs. Holding him tight in instinctive possession, his muzzle opening, starting to pull on Malka’s nape. Every time he did, Malka opened his mouth as if to gasp. A silent, gaping testament to his pleasure.

His ears perked as Nala’s clear voice cut across the clearing, suddenly more loudly. He looked up, watching as Scar mouthed something.

“I’m a whore!” he heard clearly.

“Ohhhhhhhh,” both boys breathed at once.

“W-what’s a whore?” Simba managed to gasp without slowing down.

“L-like a slut? I think?” Malka moaned back. “A lioness who likes sex? I-Is she saying she likes it??”

“Urrrgghhh… C-can’t….” Simba gritted through his teeth. “G-gonna…”

“M-me too!” Malka joined in. “D-do it, Simba. Cum with me!”

Simba’s teeth closed into Malka’s neck, at the precise moment Nala lifted her voice so all could hear without ambiguity: “I’M A WHORE!” and both boys watched as Scar hunched over her, eyes shut, clearly emptying himself into the screaming cub.

And both boys joined him in the moment, their fur ruffling along their spines and tails, their muscles quivering in uncontrolled pleasure as they crossed the point of no return and the roars of adults in pleasure began to echo around them as if in response.

Simba’s paws tightened around Malka, biting down hard on the other boy’s nape as if the torrent of pleasure might physically bear him away if he didn’t hold on. The pleasure raced down his spine to his haunches, and he came like he could never remember. His balls leapt with Malka’s and the warmth of his own cum began to spread about his cock within Malka’s ass.

At the same time, he could feel Malka hunching into his own paw. Simba could imagine he could hear the other cub’s spurts landing in the grass beneath them. He could feel Malka's body trembling, energy passing between both of them in rhythm with a humming tingle as if standing against strong winds…  And all either cub could do was hold on, arrested within the sublime.

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It was a while before the clearing turned to peace. The sun had drifted from its fullest height to the horizon, and hung there as silence filled the air for the first time since the morning, as if taking the events of the day with it in real time.

Though a sniffle sounded here and there, all the lions had turned to cleaning themselves; from adult to cub, each within their own thoughts. There was little left to say, and lions did not waste words.

At last, Sarafina and Sarabi parted with a bump of their muzzles, and Sarabi approached Mufasa, sparing Kula a small glance, Chumvi following behind. Sarafina strode towards Pride Rock, waiting at the edge of the clearing and leaving Tama a wet little bundle on the ground, her back to the pride.

“She’ll be alright?” Mufasa wondered, eyes glancing behind Sarabi.

“With time,” Sarabi answered. “But I am going to stay and speak with Scar for a moment.”

Mufasa met her gaze, and nodded. It was uncommon for a female to confront a male, especially alone, but he had learned to trust his queen long ago. When he was young, he would have demanded she take care, or asked what she intended to do. But he was not young any more, and so he held his questions and dipped his head with respect. Sarabi knew everything he had to say, anyway.

“Please take Nala home,” Sarabi said, looking towards Scar and Nala, who seemed to be pointedly ignoring each other now, lost in their respective grooming tasks. “I’d like Yamala to watch her tonight. I think Sarafina will need some time.”

Mufasa nodded again, and shook his mane with a yawn. It had been a long day. “Come along, Kula,” he ordered, making sure to soften his voice. “You can walk?” he asked. Kula sniffed and nodded, standing up and wobbling a little. 

“That won’t do. I will carry you,” Mufasa offered, and Kula nodded again.

“Thank you, King Mufasa.”

“Simba! Malka! Nala! Chumvi! To me.”

At the sound of their names, the cubs’ ears all perked upwards, and Scar rose to his feet.

“To me, whatever-your-name-is”, he said in Tama’s direction.

Mufasa nodded at him, and Scar nodded back. Tama would need to be separated from the other cubs, for a time, and Scar would see her to one of the other lionesses. Tama rolled over, but when she tried to rise she collapsed back to the ground. “Oh for the Kings’ sake,” Scar groused, sitting and tapping a claw impatiently. “Did you kill her after all, then, Sarabi?” he wondered.

“She will be fine.” Sarabi answered coolly. “Considering.”

“Pity,” Scar shrugged, watching Sarafina as if judging if there was enough distance between them for him to safely cross the clearing.

Mufasa kept his eyes on Nala as she limped in his direction, ears and tail low, fur matted. He sighed. It was already late, but she would certainly need to be taken to the watering hole first. He couldn’t ask a lioness to clean a mess like that.

“Can you walk as far as the watering hole?” he asked, when Nala drew into speaking range.

“Yes, King Mufasa,” Nala said, her voice barely audible. She was in shock, but not as badly as Kula, Mufasa decided. She was a tough cub, like her mother. He looked up as Malka and Simba drew near. He could see the confidence in his son’s stride, but it weakened as he came closer to the other cubs, tail and ears drooping, gate slowing until he fell behind Malka.

“I’m really sorry, Simba,” Nala said first, before Mufasa could address the tension. She looked right at Simba, green eyes red-rimmed. “I’ll never, ever believe lies about you again.”

“Yeah. Me either,” Chumvi spoke up from the side, as he joined the group.

“S-s-sorry!” Kula sniffled, beginning to cry a little.

“We made a big mistake,” Malka added, looking aside to Simba. “And I don’t know if Simba will really forgive us, but… He said some things to me. Things that made a lot of sense. We should be looking out for each other and trying to be better lions. And I’m gonna look out for Simba, like we were real brothers.”

Mufasa allowed himself a soft smile. Justice was always hard, especially when cubs were involved. The severity of what had been done would leave an impression on everyone involved. It was his job, as king, to see that the impression benefited the pride. 

He had learned early in his reign that one could never really know the effect of justice until long after it occurred, even if lions liked to pretend the benefit of a king’s decisions was a sure thing. The anxiety of his rulings lay heavy on his heart at all times, but seeing the cubs coming back together, even if slowly, lifted the weight a fraction.

And, at last, Simba stepped forward to stand beside Malka, now holding his head up high.

“I know you guys got tricked,” he said, the words coming in pieces as he thought them through carefully. “And I’m still mad. But not as much. I want to forgive you, someday.” Simba looked at his feet for a moment, choosing his words. “For now, I just want to go home. I know you’re sorry. Can we just… Not talk about it? For now?”

All the cubs nodded, and Mufasa looked to Sarabi, who was watching Scar cross over the clearing towards Tama, his eyes turned towards Sarafina, who kept her back to them all.

“Come along,” Mufasa addressed the cubs, who fell in besides him in a morose silence. He gave another look to Sarabi, who nodded a silent “All is well”, and he stepped towards Sarafina. The cubs all gathered behind him as he approached her, and she looked up at him with an unreadable expression that was terrible in its own way.

“I can have Afina lead the hunt tonight,” Mufasa offered.

“No. I will do my duty,” Sarafina said, her tone soft in contrast to the fury visibly roiling through her body. Mufasa held her gaze, and she didn’t look away. She stood before him as a lioness who had been asked to do too much in the name of duty. He had seen it before during his father’s reign, but he knew of no cure. No respite, only more duty. If he pulled her away from that, he risked her destroying herself.

“Very well,” he relented at last. “Nala will be taken care of by Yamala tonight. I will see her safely home.”

Sarafina did not look down to her daughter, though he saw the muscles in her neck twitch with the effort. “Understood, my king,” she answered, eyes forward like a soldier.

Mufasa held himself for a moment, trying to think of something to say. Something to add. But there was nothing, and so he simply said, “Come to me, if you have need, Sarafina,” and left it at that. For a moment her eyes hardened, but then she nodded and turned to take her own path home. He let her go ahead, then at last said “Come along, cubs.”

He took one last look behind as Sarabi intercepted Scar, who was heading into the grass with Tama dangling in his teeth. Again he considered waiting for her, but he knew he was unneeded. This was a matter best dealt with between herself and Scar, no matter what the results would be. And so, with one last look, he turned and started the journey towards the watering hole with five small lions trailing behind; and as they walked in silence, he joined them in pondering what they had learned that day.

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Scar brought himself up short as Sarabi moved towards him. With deliberate calm, he set Tama down. His oldest friend drew up before him with fire in her eyes so hot that he almost allowed himself to wince. Almost.

...Almost, but he knew the bones had already been cast, and so he met her gaze, showing only mild inquisitiveness.

"I don't know who you've become, Scar," Sarabi spat the name like a slur. "A cub? Do you take me for a fool?" she hissed. "I, who still knows you best? You planned this. I don't know how or when, but I saw it written on you as clear as cave paintings. You used Nala to get at Sarafina!”

For just a moment, Scar stepped back. Fear and confusion flared in his eyes, and she saw Taka for the slightest instant. For just a flash. But this time, her gaze didn't waver for a moment.

"I would be a fool to accuse my queen of making a mistake," Scar spoke carefully, his tone even. Then, slowly, almost shyly, a smile spread over his muzzle and he executed a perfect, deferential bow. "I await your justice, my Queen." 

As he rose from the bow, his eyes met hers, unblinking. They held each other's gaze for a few moments until Scar let his attention drift to the limp Tama, and he sighed. "I just hope you don't take it as easy on me as you did on this one," he purred. And smiled. With one last look at Sarabi, he lifted the cub by the nape and strode off, leaving her in her thoughts.
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"Scar!" the queen called after a moment. He stopped and turned.

"If I discover that anything you have done caused Simba harm, I will kill you. Personally."

Scar stood for a moment, and something flashed in his eyes. Something cruel. Something sad.

Then he sketched another quick bow, eyes closed, and turned towards Pride Rock.