The image of the waist of a semi-crouched lion blocks a large group of ants from the sight of the sunlight. The light golden-furred hind legs rise from two paler-golden hind paws well-established on the ground; under his crotch, which is mainly coated by a paler-golden patch of fur that spreads through the lower side of his thighs, his scrotum, which seems to be covered by a minor patch of a fuzzy-kind of fur, hangs back and forth in a pendulum-like movement; Right above the pair of balls within a sack, a barbed-shafted penis throbs vividly, exposing it's violent and intimidating nature as it’s basis bounces and it’s surface end up mainly dominated by a notorious pattern of vessels. 


“Finally! I was waiting for you.” Whispers the semi-crouched lion, whom those ants never managed to see his face. 


“Sorry, I was busy… “ Replies a mysterious voice that echoes from the opposite direction of where the crouched lion stands. Suddenly, a beige-colored furred pair of front paws of another lion appears from behind the waist of the crouched lion, following the perspective of the ants. 


“Well, it doesn't matter now… Just give me a good pounding, I am in such a need.. .” The crouched lion answers in a seductive tone, visibly provoking the other male, who stands right behind, watching the submissive side of the relationship twerking timidly, keeping his legs semi-crouched. 


The group of ants watches how the front paws of the other lion disappear from their frontal sight, but they quickly appear on the opposite side, laterally, standing along with the front paws of the semi-crouched lion.


Suddenly, a succulent noise emerges from behind the semi-crouched lion, his penis bounces along with his scrotum, reacting as if there was some kind of impact somewhere behind his waist, out of the sight of those curious ants that are watching carefully the way that the crouched lion’s penis throbs up and down as a musky scent flows through the ether, invading the smell of the group of insects. The other lion has placed his hind paws right behind the semi-crouched lion’s, you can see his toes curling as the semi-crouched lion begs: “Please! Wait! Let it marinate for a few seconds! I like how it feels”.


The other lion, however, even trying his best to resist the will, cannot stand much longer. The ants watch how fast his hind paws move, erratically, following no pattern, exposing his leonine beans each time it moves more aggressively; the succulent noise that had given the start to this particular and anomalous occurrence is back, but this time it's louder and repetitive, comparable to the sound of the shock between two bodies. The semi-crouched lion growls as his erect penis bounces in a circular pattern, throbbing regularly as a small amount of a pale substance starts to agglutinate on its tip.


“What a tight boy! I must loosen it up…” Claims the voice of the other lion. You can perceive traces of joy masquerading within the malicious tone of his voice.
The crouched lion, on the opposite approach, seems to be extremely sensitive toward whatever is happening back there; his aggressive growl has given space to tamed moans that seem to carry a wet and edgy nature from the core of the light golden-furred lion. The ants watch how the semi-crouched lion raises his left front paw, which once served as some kind of basis for him, and retracts it toward his crotch, where his penis bounces erratically in a fast rhythm, accompanying the rhythm of the other male's hind paws, working as a companion for the ball sack that trembles violently. The intense shaking of the semi-crouched lion's scrotum has revealed a visitor that is naturally eclipsed by its size in the perspective of the ants. 
Sporadically, each time the light golden-furred scrotum is violently thrown forward, the ants can see a second leonine scrotum bouncing behind and above the first ball sack. The hue of the fur of that foreign ball sack matches the color of the fur of the other lion (Beige. However, both his front and hind paws have a brown patch of fur that circulates from each ankle to the tip of his soles), which seems to be interacting intensely with the semi-crouched lion.


“Y-Yes! This is the spot! Keep it there!” Advises the semi-crouched lion, which seems to be fighting against his own will to touch his penile mast. Each time he approaches his shaft with his left front paw toes, something forbids a further approach that would lead to profound masturbation.


“I have to do this…” The semi-crouched lion whispers as his out-of-the-breath voice, weakened by the lack of oxygen, gives away what he is about to do; he can a few errant furs of his paw touching the overstimulated triangular tip of his penis, however, the voice of the other lion prevails: “No! Don't do it!” 


The crouched lion moves his paw away from his erect sexual organ; in the opposite movement, the other lion moves his front paws toward the waist of the semi-crouched lion.


“I am going to do exactly what you want…” Whispers the other lion, hugging the light golden-furred underbelly of the crouched lion using his left front paw, he maintains his right front paw as a basis for his body.


“Just let me do it naturally…. Without any extra input coming from your side… Kion” The ants finally know to whom those hind legs, underbelly, and crotch belong, they belong to the Prince of the Pridelands: Kion. 
The little beings, always part of the great circle of life, watch how fast the whole scene seems to be unfolding: Kion's penis and ball sack bounce violently; his ball sack trembles vigorously each time the other lion seems to slam part of his body against the backward of the prince of the Pridelands; his penis squirts a thin load of that slimy substance that was once viscously hanging from the tip of his penis.


Both lions growl and moan actively as a timid amount of fluid drops from behind Kion’s scrotum as if the origins of that fluid were somehow attached to that other scrotum that was trembling behind the ball sack of the Prince of the Pridelands. 


“Y-Yes! Feel your body talking to you… Feel your blood flowing through your prostate as my cock stimulates it…. Just right in the right spot!” Both Kion and his partner seem to be on their respective edge. The succulent noise that was once timid has now escalated frighteningly, easily comparable to a clapping; Kion's sack seems to be overloaded with something dense, ready to be dispatched, whatever the substance. On the opposite side of the story, the other lion seems to be about to reach its peak, whatever it must be, he growls and moans louder in comparison to the beginning of the whole process. 


Both of them are ready to reach their goal; however, to the other lion's distress, his penis slides through the light division that places the physiological boundaries between Kion’s balls. The ants can finally see less than half of the leonine penis of the other lion, having its tip covered by a thin layer of a translucent fluid, while its barbs have alloys made of the same translucent fluid creating bonds between each one of them. 


“Fuck! No!” Yells the other lion. Kion, however, is extremely overstimulated by the whole situation.
“H-Hevi Kabisa! Yes!” Immediately, the lion roars! Not an average roar! The Roar of the Elders breaks through the skies, wiping the lands in front of his snout with the strong energy of the wind; accompanying his iconic roar, a thick load of mixed textured fluid, accompanied by web-like substance, which seems to be the same fluid but saturated to the point of being ooze, gushes from his once bouncing penis. The group of ants can watch the toes of Kion's left front paw, raised above their heads, curling as a second load of sperm gushes out of the submissive, but powerful lion’s penis. 


The group of ants, afraid of being killed by The Prince of the Pridelands stomp, decide to move as a united being towards his backward; one by one, the ants find a pass under Kion’s furred ball sack, they realize a trail of a glistening substance that draws a crooked line under the lion’s paler-golden scrotum, watching its erratic behavior as his penis withdraws another load which is thinner than the previous one, trying to prevent a massive amount of deaths by crushing. As they walk from the perimeter of Kion's half-laid perineum, all the ants can see the anus of the Prince of The Pridelands, visually different than the average looks of an anus; once extremely tight, its muscular wrinkled border is stretched, eventually leaking timid drops of the same substance that Kion's penis was releasing until seconds ago each time it winks, as if it's spelling that substance out of its inwards. 


“Hehe, did you have fun?” Asks the other lion, which timidly aligns his still erect penis close to Kion's unusually stretched ass. 


Kion pants, supposedly satisfied by the task he faced along with that still unknown male lion; the group of ants can't look at his face due to his height. 
“Wow! Of course, I had fun! I can still feel my perineum retracting…” Kion giggles. 


“Too bad I didn't manage to cum… I was ready to give you some of my cream…” Admits the other lion, adopting the sorrow within his spirit and adapting it to echo through his voice. 


Kion giggles as he lies over his belly, spreading both his front and hind legs, adopting a pose that earns the resemblance of a Sphinx; his hind legs spread widely while the soles of his hind paws are exposed for the ants, presenting its black beans and his characteristic beige dots on his ‘heels’ to the whispering wind that veils the Pride Lands; his penis is cautiously placed under his ball sack, pointed towards the opposite direction of his body.
“...Who told you we are done yet?” 


The group of ants watches how Kion submissively allows the other lion to mount his back and thrusts the whole length of the penis into the leader of The Lion Guard’s anus. Each thrust goes further, each thrust goes faster, each thrust eclipses the penetration as the dominant male’s scrotum blocks the view due to its size, each thrust fills both lions with pleasure.


“Hmph! I am gonna….” The dominant lion growls in excitement while Kion can do nothing, except slide his tongue between his lips and close his eyes. Meanwhile, the group of ants watches the perfectly balanced image of a penis fitting perfectly inside another male's anus, as if they were created for each other.


The dominant male lion adopts a tense posture, biting Kion's nape with substantial force; the submissive prince inadvertently, or not, allows his limp penis to release his penile pressure by peeing a yellow-colored liquid that flows through the dried ground gifted by few dead, dry leaves of trees that were living in that same area in the past.
The group of ants, scared by the urine, decides to leave the area in a rush, afraid of dying by drowning in the liquid that flushes the area. 


Unluckily, the ants who left early missed the pleasant view of the dominant male's sperm leaking from the penetration and flowing down Kion's perineum; that same sperm reaches the circumference of the prince's empty ball sack and follows it's circular shape faithfully, finding a dead end by the moment it reaches the bottom of the scrotum and then falling onto the ground beneath the two lions. 


“Ah…” The dominant lion delicately starts pulling his shaft out of Kion's asshole; revealing it's barbed surface to be covered by a thick layer of sperm that extends from the bottom of its shaft to the tip of his dick; once he pulls it out, ropes of sperm starts to melt down and hangs from the circumference of the penis. 


“Are we good?” Asks the dominant lion, who is still mounted over Kion’s back. The submissive prince giggles as he feels his dominant partner rubbing the chest against his back.


“Of course! We are always good, Thamani.” Replies Kion, enjoying the warm bodily fluid that leaks from his stretched asshole each time it blinks.