“What do you mean ‘serve the King’?” Nala asked, her little legs trotting busily to keep up with her mother’s long stride. “Service dear, not serve.” The older of the two lionesses corrected the cub. She was being vague on purpose, giving her daughter only enough details to spur on her natural feline curiosity. “It’s a tradition for a few well-behaved young lionesses to do something special for the male ruling the pride.” She added, smiling at the way the way her statement made her cub’s chest swell and her chin rise. On one side, Nala was frustrated by the fact her mother was obviously being tight-lipped just to tease her, but it was looking like this would make up for the fact that her play-time had been interrupted. She’d been successfully stalking Simba who was doing the same to an unsuspecting Zazu and was just about to pounce when she felt teeth on the scruff of her neck just before she was plucked away by someone stealthier than herself. By the time they’d reached Pride Rock she saw Mufasa lounging on a stony ledge and as always Nala was struck by the sheer size of the majestic lion as he rose and greeted them. She hadn’t told this to anyone but lately the presence of the towering male tended to make her feel a little… funny. She caught herself admiring the play of powerful muscles under the sleek fur, her eyes sliding along the male’s body until they reached a part she sort of wanted a better look at but definitely didn’t want to be caught staring at. The two adult felines nuzzled each other affectionately, which the lioness didn’t think was strange since she knew that her mother was Mufasa’s mate along with the other lionesses of the pride. But then they started whispering about something, and that was strange to the cub trying desperately to overhear what was being discussed. “Well I’ll leave you two to it then, at least for the time being.” Sarafina said, a strange smile gracing her muzzle as she turned and walked away. “Nala, be a good girl and do whatever you’re told!” she called back before bounding off, making the young lioness sulk. She always did what she was told. It was only when she was with Simba that she ever got in any real trouble. “So Nala, I take it your mother hasn’t told you just why you’re here?” Mufasa asked, his deep voice making the cub’s tail twitch. He even sounded strong! “No, she just told me I was to be of service to the k… well, to you…” she said, fighting a sudden bashful urge to look away. Mufasa seemed to be looking at her the same way he’d just been looking at her mother, and the cub caught herself having mixed feelings about it. “Did she tell you how to present for a male?” “No…” the cub answered. She felt a bit confused and filled with a strange sort of anxiety that she couldn’t really explain. “All right then, just turn around, lay your chest on the ground and keep your rear and tail up.” The cub was puzzled by the request but she was nothing if not obedient, so a second or two later she had her front paws stretched out in front of her and her furry rump on full display for her king for some reason. She wasn’t sure why she was doing this and she was beginning to feel silly before she felt a puff of breath against parts of her that were quite sensitive and now fully exposed. She felt a huge nose-pad briefly brush against her privates before a large, raspy tongue did the same, drawing an embarrassing squeak from her muzzle before she managed to stifle it. Why was Mufasa cleaning her back there? And why did it feel so different than when her mother did it? Unlike Simba, Nala never had problems behaving during a grooming session, enjoying both the feeling of her fur being clean and the sensation of her mother’s nimble tongue flicking over her body. But that felt merely nice. The motion of Mufasa’s tongue felt strangely tingly, and the next time the broad appendage swiped across her little muff she found her rear legs quivering. Normally one or two licks would satisfy her mother that that particular part of her daughter was clean enough, but the large male behind her didn’t seem ready to move on. It was only when his next swipe pushed a tad harder and the tip of the tongue slipped just a little bit past her lips that she realized this wasn’t grooming. This was… this was the sort of things a male and a female did together! Some time ago she and Simba had accidentally come across Mufasa doing something strange with Sarabi. The two were making quite peculiar noises as the hulking male sort of bent over the lioness lying under him, but the tall grasses obscured what Nala suspected were important details. The two seemed to enjoy themselves immensely, but when she and Simba tried having him crouch above her and occasionally nip her scruff all they felt was silly. Any eagerness Nala might have felt at the thought of being in Sarabi’s role was gone when she realized it wouldn’t be Simba above her. Mufasa had looked massive on top of his mate, and her best friend’s mother was a grown lioness after all. As her king’s next lick dipped further in, she could feel her femininity stretching and wondered just how much it would need to stretch. To her relief Mufasa proved gentle and the sensation of his tongue pushing inside her was definitely pleasant, although it was a pleasure the cub had never felt before. She was doing her best to keep her muzzle shut, aware that that she was making strange little mewling noises every time her young sex was invaded. The male behind her had settled into a rhythm – lick after lick, each one stretching her just a little more, the raspy surface making her whole rear tingle when it bushed against the softness of her young sex. She only realized how used she’d gotten to the treatment when Mufasa’s next lick never landed and she turned her head to see why not. “Now it’s your turn to get me ready…” the older lion said, and just when the panting cub was about to ask either what she was supposed to help him get ready for (or how) he’d rolled on to his back and given her an idea. There was a flash of rosy-pink between the lounging male’s legs and the sight of it wasn’t helping the young feline get her breath back. She was surprised by her reaction to what she knew were simply Mufasa’s boy-parts. After all, she’d seen Simba’s plenty of times. Her friend never had something this massive sticking out from his sheath though, although lately whenever she pinned him under her he did seem to have a tiny bit of pink poking out, which for some reason he found embarrassing. The lion in front of her was anything but embarassed, and Nala found herself padding slowly towards him, as if something inside her was pushing her towards the twitching length. Her nostrils were flaring and she found herself getting more and more curious as she inhaled the scent of a male. She wasn’t sure exactly what she was supposed to do, but Mufasa had been licking between her legs before announcing it was ‘her turn’ so she guessed she’d try returning the favor. The difference in size between them meant she had to place her forepaws on the male’s hard stomach until she could reach the tip, her eyes crossing as she focused on the length and the tiny barbs covering it. She flicked her tongue against the pointed tip and could feel the rumble of approval through the paws pressed against her King’s body. Emboldened by her good guess and wanting to avoid looking like a clueless cub she began to lick more fervently, running her tongue from the thick base of the leonine member up towards the tip. After a few swipes her efforts were rewarded with a squirt of something clear that carried that same masculine scent she found herself responding to, and acting on a hunch Nala opened her muzzle and allowed the tip to slide across her tongue and into her mouth. That got another rumble from the male under her and she was rewarded with another squirt, one she found herself eagerly gulping down. She slid slowly along the length until she realized her position wouldn’t do if she wanted to try and take Mufasa’s entire maleness. With a quick hop she’d jumped on top of the prone male and without realizing it she’d assumed the same position she’d been in minutes earlier. Her front paws were now on either side of Mufasa’s well-filled sheath while her rear legs were planted just under his barrel chest, her behind up high and her tail instinctively flagging to show the male her well-tongued sex. She had to fight the urge to gag when the tip of Mufasa’s shaft began to poke at the back of her throat, but she smiled triumphantly around the leonine length as her lips reached Mufasa’s sheath. The feeling of triumph was replaced by awkwardness once she realized she had no idea what to do next. Feeling a bit silly, she began to slide her mouth off the thick length in order to ask her King, but she wasn’t even half-way of it when the powerful male let out something between a purr and a growl. With her young body resting on top of his she could feel as well as hear the sound, and it had filled her with an urge to reply in kind. But more importantly it told her what to do, and soon Nala was purring away as she slid her muzzle up and down the length leaking a steady stream of leonine juices down her throat. As she slid her muzzle up and down the grown male’s length her eyes caught the sight of the two yellow-furred orbs just under his sheath. She knew Simba had a pair, bit his were tiny while the one in front of her looked heavy and swollen. She couldn’t explain why, but the sight of the bulging sack only made her more and more curious until she finally gave in and reached out to touch them with one paw. When she heard Mufasa grunt and saw the bulging sack pull up and away from her touch she was worried she’d done something wrong, but once the cock in her muzzle began to throb and spray gush after gush of warm leonine seed down her throat she had more important things to worry about. As a torrent of something thick and gooey rushed down her gullet her first instinct was to pull off the spraying shaft, but a heavy paw pushing her upturned rump forward told her she was supposed to stay where she was. Not wanting to embarrass herself, the cub did her best to swallow the older male’s load but the barbed shaft twitching in her muzzle was shooting too much of the stuff for her to keep up and soon the cub could feel the warm goo oozing from the sides of her mouth and down her chin. She’d swallowed so much of… whatever it was… that she was starting to feel bloated, and if it wasn’t for the leonine member in her mouth she would have sighed in relief when the torrent slowed down to a mere trickle. When she pulled her mouth off the barbed length she saw the rosy surface now glistening under something thick and milky-white. It looked familiar and it took the cub a few seconds to remember where she’d seen the stuff. Every now and again she’d caught a glimpse of a grown lioness (her mother included) with something very much like this oozing slowly from her sex, but it had never occurred to her that it had come from a male! Her rounded ears swiveled as the sounds of her panting were drowned out by leonine voices, and looking around she saw several lionesses lounging around on the various ledges and outcrops on the rocky wall behind her. In the morning those were choice spots for a feline wanting to catch some sun, but it was in a deep shade now and the females lounging on them seemed more interested in watching her. They were speaking softly among each other and even with the way the bare rock carried sound it was hard for the cub to make out what they were saying. But there was something in the intimate yet amused tone that filled her with a sort of pride. Let them see how well she served her King! “You did very well Nala…” “Thanks. But what is this stuff?” she asked, licking her muzzle clean as best she could. Some of the goo had ran down her chin and soaked into the fur of her neck, but that would have to wait for a proper bath. “It’s my seed. It’s what a male puts in a female to make cubs.” The older male replied, getting back on his feet and failing to hide a smile at the expression of shock on the young lioness’ face. “Don’t worry. You need to be in heat for it to take, and it’s still too early for your first one. And you need to be properly mated…” Nala sighed in relief at Mufasa’s words. A part of her was almost disappointed, since having cubs would definitely mean she was an adult lioness, but she was hoping Simba would be the one to give her one. But the last thing the towering male had said was like a spark that had landed in the dry tinder of the cub’s feline curiosity, and it took only a few seconds for it to catch flame. “Well what’s mating?” she asked, knowing for a fact it would drive her crazy if the day ended without her finding out. “Well it’s hard to explain…” “Show me!” she demanded urgently, only to fold her ears and bow her head once she realized she was giving commands to her King. Mufasa couldn’t help but smile at the girl’s eagerness. He had no intention of pushing her, and in truth she’d done such a good job with her muzzle that if she hadn’t shown interest he would have let her run along. But he’d never left a female unsatisfied and he certainly wasn’t about to start now. Although her size meant that the traditional position wouldn’t do. “Very well. Get on your back and grab your hind legs with your paws.” The moment the words had left his muzzle, Nala scrambled to obey, and in a few seconds the limber cub was on her back with her behind raised up in the air. She could hear excited coos coming from the spectating lionesses, the voices tinged with just a touch of envy but enough for Nala’s little chest to swell with pride. The pride that was gone when a sweep of a broad, raspy tongue across her sex made her squeak loud enough for it to echo around them all. I sound like a meerkat! After a few more swipes she could once again feel Mufasa’s tongue slip inside her, but this time it seemed to go just a little bit deeper. It was sort of painful to have her young lips splayed like that but Nala knew that if the large male had stopped she’d have begged him to continue. There was something building up in her young body with every dip of the leonine tongue in her little honeypot and she was desperate to find out what it was. Too soon for her liking the massive male did stop, but her whimper was cut short when he stood up and she caught sight of his barbed length once again fully hard and bobbing between his legs. Nala instinctively knew that her well-tongued slit would not remain empty for long. She could feel her heart beating faster as Mufasa positioned himself over her, the tip of his shaft weaving in the air as he hunched over. It soon disappeared from view, but a poke against one of her soft cheeks was enough to tell her where it was and where it was going. The larger male’s next probing thrust landed just short of the center of her little quim, and Nala found herself holding her breath, certain that the next one would hit the mark. She was proven right when Mufasa’s next poke drove the tip of his shaft about an inch past her lips. His tongue had been forcing her sex to spread and strain around it but it was soft where the tip of the cock squirting into her was anything but. It felt simply snug inside her but it was the narrowest part of the monster that Nala was sure she would soon be hilted between her legs. The thought frightened her since the large male’s member seemed far too big for her body, but at the same part the idea of having it push deeper in thrilled her in a way nothing ever had in her life. Nala was not by any stretch of the imagination Mufasa’s first virgin and he knew that what was to come was always best done as quickly as possible. He gave one sharp buck and felt the tip of his cock tear through the squealing cub’s maidenhead, her pained noise failing to drown out the congratulatory cries of the lionesses watching them. There had been a sharp pain when Mufasa shoved a few more inches of himself into her, but Nala forced herself to calm down. She was sure her King wouldn’t do anything to harm her, and equally certain the spectating lionesses would stand idly by if he did. The sight of them was comforting even though they were upside down, and the impatient flicking of some of the tails made Nala wonder if their owners were envious of her predicament. It had been some time since he’d last claimed a cub like this and Mufasa had forgotten just how tight a lioness was at this age. Despite the fact that Nala had quite eagerly drained him only a short while ago he knew he wouldn’t last long in that recently virginal slit. He kept rocking his hips back and forth, the movements powerful enough to raise the smaller feline’s rump off the ground every time he pushed into her, getting a little further each time until he finally felt himself bottom out in the cub’s quivering sex. Nala felt the sharp prod as the tip of Mufasa’s cock pressed against something deep inside her and wondered if the large male would buck again and drive himself past this barrier as he had the last one. But to her relief and a little bit of disappointment the powerful male began to withdraw, the rubbing of his barbs against the silken walls of her young sex drawing strange whimper from her muzzle that turned into an embarrassing squeal once the length was pushed back in. She couldn’t help but pout at the sight of an inch or so of Mufasa’s shaft that she couldn’t seem to take, but considering how full she already felt she figured the older male was right in thinking she was too small for it. At least for now. “Well, you two seem to be having fun…” The voice was almost a purr and Nala whipped her head to one side in time to see Sarabi padding towards them. Her best friend’s mother had a strange smile on her face as she took in the sight of them without any trace of embarrassment, despite the fact that Nala’s cheeks were burning almost as much as the splayed lips of her cunny. Mufasa simply nodded towards his mate, letting out a purr so deep Nala could feel it in her bones. Sarabi laid herself down gracefully, obviously intent on enjoying the show form a closer seat than the lionesses lounging on the side of Pride Rock. As embarrassing as it was for the young feline, she couldn’t help but feel thrilled – cubs were shooed away when something like this was taking place but she knew for a fact that lionesses enjoyed watching. She felt a strange thrill and was sure it was merely her pride swelling at the fact that she wasn’t a little cub anymore, but as the big male above her kept pumping away at her sex she realized it was something else. It was the same feeling she experienced while Mufasa had been licking her back there, but now it seemed to grow more intense with the male’s every thrust. The watching lionesses seemed to know what was happening to her but as her brain grew more and more foggy she couldn’t understand the eager coos coming from the older felines. The feeling got stronger and stronger until she was sure she would go crazy and then with one sharp push into her something in her mind seemed to break. Strange grunts and growls filled her ears and it took Nala a few seconds to realize they were coming from her muzzle. She could feel her toes curling and her claws flexing but more than anything she could feel Mufasa inside her, holding still as her tight little tunnel seemed to shrink around the monster buried as deep within it as it could go. She was still riding that feeling when Mufasa’s purr turned into a low growl, a noise that sounded like the rumble of distant thunder but that felt like it was coming from inside her. With her sex griping it she could feel the twitching of her King’s shaft, and even though she knew what was coming she was still unprepared for the sensation of that warm white spunk surging along the leonine length and into her quivering body. Her vision dimmed and it was a struggle just to remain conscious as her body accepted pulse after pulse of the virile male’s load. Nala was sure that her stomach must look bloated by the time Mufasa’s shaft finally slid out of her, her leonine rump landing on the ground as the tip slipped out and warm seed began to ooze from her well-bred sex. But looking down her creamy belly looked the same as it always did despite the warm seed she could still feel inside her as well as the excess dripping past her tender lips. “Poor thing looks a bit overwhelmed. Bring her over here…” No sooner did Nala hear the words than she found herself being picked up by the scruff and carried over to Sarabi. The lioness had a coy smile on her face as she lay on her back, her legs spread and her tail on the ground, giving Nala a glimpse of the lioness’ sex before she found herself being draped over the older feline’s creamy belly. The matronly lioness immediately began to purr and Nala found herself answering in kind, enjoying the somewhat intimate closeness with the other female. She was aware of Sarabi shifting her hips a little and wondered what the older feline was doing when she suddenly felt the heat of what she knew must be the lioness’ slit press against her own messy sex. Her lips were still tender after their rutting but the softness of Sarabi’s femininity rubbing gently against her own felt amazing and the cub found herself clumsily humping the larger female’s mound. The warm muff she was grinding against felt softer and smoother than anything that had ever touched her sex and soon Nala’s rear was squirming as she rubbed herself against the purring lioness under her. She was aware she was making a mess as her sex leaked warm leonine seed but the lithe huntress under her didn’t seem to mind. A now familiar tingle had begun to spread from between her legs when Nala saw a shadow all over her and realized that their little display had apparently aroused the male watching them. “Can’t leave the poor girl alone, can you?” she heard Sarabi ask sweetly “Well go ahead, but try not to get between two females having their fun…” Nala wasn’t sure what her friend’s mother had meant by that, and a part of her was eager to find out how she could have this sort of intimate fun with both her and Mufasa. The answer was supplied when she felt a familiar poke, but this time against the little pink ring under her tail. The cub held her breath at the thought of losing yet another virginity in so short a time and couldn’t help but wince when the tip of the leonine cock pushed past her sphincter and began to pry her open. Quite a lot of Mufasa’s seed had drooled on to her little rosebud and the huge male’s member was still slick with both her juices and his own, but she still felt her tail-hole straining far more than her sex had. There was no sting like last time, just the feeling of her ring stretching wider and wider and a familiar yet novel sensation of fullness. Her King was making slow progress and the cub’s eyes opened wide in surprise when she felt the tickle of fur against her speared pucker, realizing that she’d managed to take the grown lion’s entire length under her tail. Mufasa remained still with his cock buried in her, obviously giving her body time to adjust to the mammoth intruder and soon Nala found herself once again grinding against Sarai’s slit. But now every time she did she pushed back a little against the powerful male’s crotch, the throbbing cock within her shifting inside her and rubbing her in ways that had the cub purring steadily once again. Mufasa must have taken that as a cue to start moving, and soon Nala fund herself being rutted again, although the leonine male’s pace was more gentle this time. He was only pulling out an inch or two before pushing the entire length back under the cub’s twitching tail and every time he did Nala could feel her rump being raised just enough for her slit to leave Sarabi’s before she was dropped back onto the feline sex when the shaft withdrew. She was aware of the strings of leonine spunk connecting her to the sultry lioness every time her mate lifted her off her, as well as both the cheers of the spectating females and the occasional sympathetic wince when Mufasa gave a slightly sharper buck. The urgency of the male’s rutting and the deep purring of the motherly female under her were getting Nala excited again, and despite the fact that it was being pushed to the limits she once again felt her body craving even more. When the cock buried under her tail began to throb and fill her with her King’s seed for the third time that day she was teetering on the brink of an orgasm, and the twitch of Sarabi’s body under hers combined with the warm gushing of the feline sex her own muff was pressed against were enough to push her over. As she rode out her orgasm her body finally gave in to the exhaustion of the day’s events and before Mufasa’s cock had even slipped out of her freshly-bred tail-hole the cub’s purrs were fading into soft snores.