Morning Duties

Written by: Seliron (Sel)
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The chirping of birds echoed through the air as a feral leopard cub awoke, his eyes blinking as they adjusted to the bright sun warming his spotted fur. A groan escaped Meo’s muzzle and, after his eyes had finally focused enough, he carefully raised his head just enough to look around. He didn’t want to stir up any unwanted attention.

The quick glance made his heart jump a little – he was surrounded by lions, but that much he knew and had already expected. What made his young mind almost squeal in excitement was the fact that every single one of them had their eyes shut tight. The whole pride still slumbered peacefully, blissfully unaware of the cub’s early rising.

He rolled onto his feet, careful not to stir up any dust and sand that could tickle a sensitive lion nose. After another look confirmed his chance, he slowly trotted off, meandering his way through the labyrinth of sleeping felines. He hesitated for a moment as he passed an adult, female leopard – but eventually, he left his mother behind and kept going on his quest.

He passed the last members of the sleeping pride, and his heart leapt as he finally reached the vast steppe sprawling out in front of him. It seemed like freedom was just in front of him, and if he had any fight left in him, he might have tried to escape; simply run off and hide from the lions that surely would give chase to get him back into their big, strong paws.

But Meo wasn’t a fighter, the last traces of that having been eradicated a long time ago. And so, his cowardly brain could only muster a slight bit of disobedience - he wanted to be the first one at the watering hole today, only that one time! Just the thought of some undisturbed minutes made him smile slightly, but as the fur on his face stretched, he flinched; his fur being all stiff from feline seed baked into his fur by the relentless sun, a stark reminder of what his purpose in the pride was.

As pride rock got out of sight, the cub sped up until he was running through the steppe; his little legs carrying him onward, stirring up clouds of dust. Soon, his destination came in sight – right around the next corner, it laid before him: A pond, fed by a small stream of fresh, cool water. He walked up to the flat shore and almost jumped back as his own reflection stared back at him – battered, messy, his green eyes weak and tired.

He shook his head and tried to forget that picture, but it stuck for a good minute. He dipped his face into the cool water, letting his fur soak for a moment, then pulled it out, sending little droplets of water everywhere. The cub splashed more onto his face, until it dripped off his wet chin and whiskers, and scrubbed all the dried-up feline seed out of his fur as best as he could.

He let the milky water flow away and dissolve for a moment until he deemed it to be clean enough, then he lowered his head again. The cub stuck his tongue out and lapped the cool water into his mouth, gulping it down eagerly - but he only got to quench his thirst for a few moments, though. The cub’s ears suddenly perked, and his head shot up, but it was too late. Barely audible at first, the sound of amused chuckling got louder and louder quickly, approaching from behind.

“Did you really think you’d get away that easily?”

Meo froze in place, the cub knowing full well who that deep, rumbling voice belonged to. Mufasa approached him from behind, and eventually, the king of the lions appeared in the cub’s eyesight. He walked up to the little kitten with a wide smirk on his face, his steps slow and calm. Meo backed away from the watering hole with trembling legs, his ears folding and his tail twitching in fear as the adult started to circle him.

“I don’t appreciate you trying to skip your morning duty, Meo.” the lion growled. “You know how pent up the pride gets without your service, kitten.”

The leopard whimpered, knowing full well what every single word meant - and the consequences his actions would most likely entail. He had always known that, of course, but his little bubble brain just had to act up; betraying the cub with hope, hope that things would maybe, just maybe turn out different this time.

“You know what that means, don’t you?” Mufasa calmly asked. “That toppled tree over there – lay down on it. And lift your tail like the little bitch you are.”

Another weak whimper came out of Meo’s muzzle, but he eventually gave a small nod. Slowly, his trembling legs carried him over to the fallen tree Mufasa had pointed out. He climbed onto the trunk and laid down on it, his feet dangling off either side. Mufasa followed him closely, licking his lips as the cub’s tail hesitantly went up, twitching and shivering as it revealed the boy’s firm behind.

Meo closed his eyes, tears already welling up even before Mufasa had done anything. He waited and waited, his ears pressed against his head as he heard the large lion move around behind him – but what the cub expected didn’t come, and for a split second, Meo thought that he had gotten off with a warning.

That was, of course, until a loud smack echoed through the pride lands. It was accompanied by a high-pitched shriek coming from the boy’s muzzle, as Mufasa’s paw had struck him right across the butt cheeks. The cub immediately started to bawl, tears running down to mess up his freshly washed face. It burned, burned so much, and just as the cub thought it might fade, another smack followed.

“Mmmnnnngh… p-please…!!” the young cub pleaded. “Sto… staaahhhp…!”

“No. You need to learn your lesson as the pride’s fucktoy, twerp.”

Meo whimpered, his butt cheeks burning hotter with every smack the adult lion dealt. Harder and faster the spanking got, again and again that huge paw came down, until the cub could only sob, his brain fried from the pain shooting through his small body. Mufasa’s paw left reddish paw prints on the boy’s cheeks, another one added with every hard smack.

The whole ordeal stretched out longer and longer as time warped for the young cub’s strained mind. The pain overshadowed everything until every single nerve in his body was on fire, and he could only let out weak whimpers and yelps. But eventually, just as Meo felt like he would pass out any second, the smacks suddenly stopped, leaving behind only a pulsing pain in his behind.

“That should do.” Mufasa said after inspecting the cub’s burning red ass cheeks.

Meo couldn’t do much more than whimper and sniffle for a few moments. Eventually, he yelped and froze as he felt Mufasa’s paw on his cheeks again, rubbing over it and spreading them to reveal his tailhole.

“Hmm…” the lion pondered. “All nice and tender now, just how it’s supposed to be.”

The adult pulled his paw off Meo’s ass, but the cub couldn’t relax – he knew what would come next. Mufasa walked around behind him, but he didn’t dare to look – not that he needed to, anyway. Only a second later, the lion mounted the young cub, his huge body towering over the tiny boy below him. Meo felt a familiar prod against his tailhole, but he didn’t even get the chance to protest before another girly shriek was forced out of his muzzle; Mufasa had slammed his hips down and impaled the young cub on his tapered shaft with a loud groan.

“Time to start your morning duties, kitten.” the lion snarled.

He made his cock throb a few times, stretching the cub’s insides even further every time he did so. Meo sobbed and whimpered, his tiny claws digging into the bark of the tree he was trapped on. His hole clenched repeatedly, trying to push the invading cone out again, but he only managed to make Mufasa moan out in pleasure.

After a short pause, no longer than a few seconds, the adult yanked his hips back. The barbed shaft slid out of Meo almost completely, only to reverse direction again immediately after. Mufasa’s hips thrust even harder and faster, and he quickly built up a rhythm of sliding back and forth along the cub’s gaped hole.

The small leopard wailed under the adult as his tailhole now burned as well, mixing in with his still glowing ass cheeks. Every time Mufasa bottomed out in him, every time the lion’s hips smacked against him, the cub cried out from spikes of pain shooting through his body. He squirmed and shivered, his back arching repeatedly; all in a vain effort to get away from the mighty lion’s spike.

Faster and faster the lion went, leveraging all the power in his hind legs to pound into the cub below mercilessly. Deep in his little heart, Meo knew that this was the way he was supposed to be treated, but his brain couldn’t help but struggle against it again and again. Minute after minute passed, and it felt like an eternity for the young cub, an eternity of pain and humiliation.

The pain slowly numbed Meo’s feelings, and he shut his eyes tight, simply resorting to quiet sobbing and whimpering as the adult’s thrusts rocked his whole body against the rough tree bark. Mufasa moaned and panted, increasingly labored, and his thrusts got harder and more frantic over time as the cub’s tailhole squeezed him over and over like a vice.

Suddenly, the lion’s hips tensed and thrust down especially hard; the small cub would have been sent off the tree trunk if it weren’t for Mufasa’s front legs trapping him. Buried deep in his behind, the adult’s shaft throbbed hard, and after a few dry pulses it erupted deep in him, coating the boy’s inner walls with hot feline seed.

More and more cum flooded Meo’s insides, and it soon started to leak out from the boy’s abused ass. Mufasa yanked himself out with a loud roar, leaving the twitching hole gaped and messy. He fired a large spurt across the boy’s reddened cheeks, one across the tiny balls nestled in between the trembling legs, and the rest across the boy’s back almost up to his neck.

As soon as Mufasa had drained his balls sufficiently, he elegantly climbed off the cub. With a satisfied grunt, he walked around the tree and plopped down in front of Meo, rolling slightly on his side to present his crotch to the cub. His still hard shaft glistened from his own cum.

“Do your job and clean me up now.” he commanded.

Meo squinted, his fogged mind only slowly grasping what he was seeing. He whimpered again as he eventually realized what he was looking at, but he still couldn’t form a clear thought. He gave a mindless nod, and with a strained groan, he lifted himself off the tree trunk. He flinched and whimpered as his hind legs stretched, and he almost toppled over as he clumsily climbed off the log.

The cub was shaking all over as he raised himself to his feet again, and he slowly waddled over to where Mufasa was lounging. As soon as he was close enough, his legs gave up and he dropped flat into the dirt below. He used his remaining strength to lift his head and stick his tongue out, and without even really realizing it, he started to lick Mufasa’s shaft clean.

The lion groaned as the tiny tongue lapped over his barbed shaft, inch by inch cleaning the sticky spunk off. He smirked as he saw the cub’s throat contract from swallowing the slimy seed down repeatedly, gagging here and there as the lion’s musk tickled his young nose.

“That’s it.” Mufasa snickered. “Lick it all up, worthless cock warmer.”

As soon as the adult deemed his cock to be clean enough, he swatted the cub’s head away like an annoying fly. The mighty lion rolled back onto his feet and lowered his head to grab the tiny leopard by the scruff with his muzzle, then he yanked Meo off the ground and walked off with him.

A few minutes later, Mufasa and his little prey had returned to pride rock. Meo opened his eyes as he heard excited chatter and giggling, and his jaw immediately dropped. Sitting in a semi-circle in front of him was the whole pride, from cubs to adults, from males to females. The cub knew the look in their eyes, and his worst fears quickly got confirmed as his eyes wandered over their crotches – he saw some sheaths already bulging noticeably, and even a few females rubbing their crotches sneakily in anticipation.

Mufasa walked forward and casually dropped Meo onto the dusty ground right in front of the other lions. The cub used the last of his strength to raise his head, and he was greeted by the smirking faces of Simba and Nala towering over him.

“You didn’t think you’d get out of your morning duties, did you?” Simba chuckled, his rock-hard cocklet twitching.