[b][u][center]Breaking Simba’s Pride For MrDuHast By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] It was meant to be a single fight, one that his pride was more than capable of winning. They were fighting Outlanders, after all. Good fighters, yes, but starved and weak, driven only by rage and the possibility of breaking free of their lives of deprivation and death. Simba had expected to drive them back and kill their leader by sundown. Instead… The lion king growled as he shifted in his bonds, trying to find some weakness to them. He had been left on his knees, his hands tied behind him and his legs staked out. He couldn’t rise any higher than a kneeling position, and he doubted that he would be able to escape before Zira or one of her progeny came for him. But if he didn’t… [i]No. I have to get out of here. I have to get out and find Nala and Kiara. If they escaped –[/i] “Heh…” That one chuff of laughter pulled him out of his thoughts. Simba growled, pulling his head up slowly to glare at the approaching lioness. She wore little more than bodypaint, as most of the Outlanders did. Brown streaks of mud and wet clay painted tribal symbols along her chest and down her thighs, leaving her looking even more savage than his own people. Her waist was thin, her hips barely wide enough to be a mother, and her breasts were half the size of his wife’s. She had the leanness of age upon her, and yet, she walked with the confidence of a warrior queen over a prize. He supposed that should have been vaguely flattering, that she had that much respect for him. It wasn’t. Before he could spit an insult at her, he heard the footsteps of another. Thinking that it was one of Zira’s brood, he looked past the Outlander queen, only for his jaw to drop at what he saw. “Mom…” It was Sarabi. Though aged far more than Nala, the old Queen Mother of the pride was just as regal as his wife. She had larger breasts than Zira, by far, and her hips were wide and heavy, swaying with every step she took. For all her matronly softness, though, she had her claws out, shining in the low light of the cave. For a moment, he thought that she was here to rescue him. While that would have been as shameful as one could imagine, he would have taken it to be away from Zira. Instead, his mother embraced the Outlander from behind…and kissed her. Shocked into silence, Simba could only stare at his mother as she licked and kissed the other lioness, the pair of them soon embracing. Only then did he notice that his mother wore the same bodypaint that Zira did, not as a slave, but as an equal. [i]We lost so quickly…because…[/i] His mother had betrayed them. How, why, he didn’t know, but Sarabi had given up the pride to the Outlanders. Simba roared, throwing himself against the bindings again, just as uselessly as the first time. “Traitor! How could you? Mufasa –” “Mufasa died for you!” Sarabi roared back at him, his mother glaring down at him for the first time in his life. “He gave his life, and what happened? You ran away. You got him killed, and then you ran away, leaving us to be tortured. Do you know what it was like, living under Scar?” He stared at her, unable to believe just how angry she was, and at him. He had…he’d come back. He’d rescued her. Before he could say anything, Sarabi pulled the smirking Zira to her side, the lean, hungry-looking lioness’s head resting under the matron’s chin. “Zira was my only comfort. The only one that could satiate Scar and keep him from hurting me. And then you…you came back…And you banished her. You took the only good thing in my life from me.” “I…I did what I had to do.” Simba shook his head. “I did what I had to do!” Every lion that became an Outlander had been one of Scar’s lovers, one of his children, or one of his followers. They had all been too dangerous to keep at Pride Rock, knowing what they did. The royal line – The royal line didn’t seem to matter so much, not when his mother was glaring at him like that. She shook her head at him, turning back to Zira. “If you did what you had to do…then so did I. And so did the lionesses that decided I was right about you…” “What do you mean? What lionesses?” “The ones that realized that you weren’t the right leader for the pride…for any of us.” “I’m the only lion left! It has to be me.” “Right now…yes.” “But not forever,” Zira said, smiling as she cackled. “After all, a king must breed…and I have many daughters of Scar’s bloodline. As soon as one of them bears a son, then you will no longer be king. She can reign until he grows of age.” That meant that Kovu must have been dead, or gone. Zira wouldn’t have moved on without him if he was still a viable option. That was something; it meant that his daughter wouldn’t need to worry about that threat any longer. Instead, [i]he[/i] had to worry about being taken advantage of…and badly. It didn’t help that the two older women were still kissing, still touching and fondling each other. Seeing his mother touch Zira was…not so appealing, he had to admit. The old warrior was more of a battle-axe than anything else, like a walking weapon, and no matter how she flaunted herself, it was hard to see her as something sexual. His mother, however… Simba’s cheeks burned beneath his fur, his tail twisting in writhing fashion as he watched Zira fondle his mother. Seeing her curves, aged or not, reminded him of the many times that he had seen his father fuck his mother. The way that Sarabi writhed and moaned for the old king, the way that her pussy had squirted all over Pride Rock – all over, the way that those two had been – had given him one other motivation to return all those years ago. Nala had been…tempting…but the thought of being able to claim his mother back from Scar… The fantasies of a young lion were still with him, and his cock soon started growing up and out of his sheath, particularly as Zira spread his mother’s ass cheeks, showing off her pale fur between the cheeks and the soft pucker between them. He must have been staring, because Zira chuckled again. “Look at him. He’s staring at his own mother like his first lioness,” the old woman said. “Imagine how he’d feel if you backed up for him, Sarabi.” “I never thought that my own son would be this perverted. This much…less than his father…” “Heh, are you talking about his penis, or about wanting you, my Sarabi?” “Both.” Blushing? He was positively burning at that comment. It was bad enough to be considered less than his father, but to be seen as that much less… He shook his head. He needed to stop thinking about those comparisons and more about how to get free. If he could just get his arms loose, or even one leg, then he had a chance to get free. Strong as she was, Zira wouldn’t be able to stop him on her own, and he doubted that his mother would fight him. Not directly. As he yanked at the ropes again, though, Zira nudged his mom again. “Let him get a closer look.” “Do you really want to reward this sort of behavior?” “Sarabi, you’ve joined [i]my[/i] pride, now. Do what I say.” There was almost an affection there, one that Simba was rather startled to hear. Before he could ask for details, though, his mother, surprisingly, obeyed. She turned around, Zira’s narrow fingers on her ass, and the cheeks spread. Simba couldn’t help but stare, his cock fully hard and twitching out of its sheath, and he blushed as his mother backed up. The closer she got, the harder he felt, his dick bouncing up and down, his fantasies coming back. He remembered looking at his mother after Scar died, thinking of taking his rights as the first male of the pride. He could have claimed her as a partner then. He had the right, even though it would have been incest. He had wanted to, back then. Wanted to fuck his mother, use her ass…But not like this. Not with others to see. He tried to turn, but his mother shoved her ass back. Sarabi’s cheeks had enough weight and heft to knock him right off his feet, pinning him on his back. She followed him down, squatting over his head. “For everything that you took from me, Simba, your dignity is a small price to pay.” “I swear, mom, I didn’t mean to –” “Shut up, Simba,” Zira growled. He felt her drop one foot on his balls, pinning him in place, her claws teasing and pricking at them. “You lost the battle, and soon, you’ll lose the war. And if you don’t want to lose Nala and Kiara, too…” “You…you’re bluffing. You don’t have them.” “We do. But unless you want them to see how hard you are for your traitorous mother…” The thought of forcing Zira to call them in crossed his mind. That would make it three on two, odds that were far better than what he was currently facing. Even if other Outlanders came in, those starving lionesses would be no match for his daughter and his wife. Then again… He never thought Sarabi would betray him. What if his wife and daughter were just as deep, and were only being kept around as leverage? What if they really could be killed if he fought back? Zira must have guessed his thoughts, because she chuckled, pulling her foot away. Even without the pressure down there, though, he was still rock hard from staring up at his mother’s ass. It was surprisingly clean, almost as if Sarabi had come back from the river. Her rump was soft, plump over a warrior’s muscle. Wide and big as a mother’s should be, it wiggled over his head, her muscles spasming slightly as she shifted from one foot to the other. His cock continued to twitch, to throb, and he blushed in shame. It didn’t get any better as his mother spread her ass cheeks even further, making her pucker spread with it. Her pussy was just past that, barely in view, but she was forcing her ass down near his nose, near his lips. She wiggled her hips back and forth, almost like a lioness half her age, and he groaned as his cock throbbed all the harder. “Are you so shameless, my son? So weak for your mother?” She sat down before he could answer, smothering his words into her rump. His eyes went wide at the hot, slightly bitter taste of her clean flesh, feeling her hole open slightly against the end of his muzzle. His cock jumped so hard that it slapped against his belly. And that, of course, filled the cave with Zira’s laughter. “Look at him. Completely helpless before his own mother.” “And far more aroused than he should be. Disgusting…” “Take your time, Sarabi. There [i]is[/i] some pleasure to be gained from incest. I should know, after so long in the Outlands.” “Hmmph. I don’t understand how you can approve of it,” his mother grunted. “Well, sit down a bit more firmly, and find out. I’m [i]sure[/i] Simba had every reason to give you the worship a queen deserves,” the warrior lioness growled, her toes finding his balls and pressing down just enough to make her point clear. Serve Sarabi or lose his lionhood. He wished he could have held out, made them force him a bit more, but the fear and the shameful need in the back of his head made him all the more willing to commit this sin. He groaned as he slowly stuck his tongue out, dragging it between Sarabi’s ass cheeks. His mother squirmed over him, a little gasp escaping her lips, and he hoped that it meant that he was doing a good job. He started dragging his tongue up and down between the cheeks, thankful to find no sweat or anything foul back there, but still more than slightly humiliated at what he was being pushed to do. Simba groaned, trying to breathe through his nose, but his mother’s tail kept smacking against it, reminding him of where he was. It didn’t take long before his mother started to push back against his tongue, grinding her butt against his face, riding his nose between the cheeks and occasionally lifting her pucker from his lips. Every time that his tongue rubbed against her hole, she panted, and soon, she was actually moaning. “Mmmph…maybe…maybe you know what you’re talking about, Zira,” his mother said in her more gentle voice. “I…can’t condone this…but…” “Oh, trust me, Sarabi. We’ve only just begun. Hmm-hmm-hmm.” Those claw-like fingers grabbed his mother’s ass, pulling her up a bit from his face. Still in a squat, but no longer pressed so firmly against his cheeks and mouth. Simba gasped for breath, trying to think of something besides how…how shamefully sexy his mother’s ass was, but it was almost impossible. The only other thing that he could think of was how hard he was, how much his dick was throbbing, how he wanted to follow his body’s instincts and sheath it into a warm, wet hole. The fact that it was his mother was not enough to stop his desires. [i]Must…hold back…they want me…to break…[/i] “Vitani!” Zira’s shout echoed through the cave, going out and then coming back. When it faded, Simba was aware of a new set of footsteps coming his way, and he shivered, remembering Zira’s plans. Impregnate the daughters of the other clan, start a new royal line. Then he would be…obsolete… As long as they had another male, they would be able to perpetuate the line without him. Then they would be able to kill him off, or banish him. One or the other. And he had no chance to take back Pride Rock if they did that. He squirmed, trying to fight, but the only thing that changed was a slight shifting in the bonds on his legs. The lion king wasn’t even responsible for that. They did it, forcing a gap that – “Mmmmph!” Simba gasped as he felt a warm, wet mouth along his cock, sucking near the head. There was a raspiness to the tongue that he hadn’t expected, something rough and dominant that was forcing his cock to bend to it. He panted hard, his eyes rolling back in his head as he felt the sucker moving up and down, that mouth folding around his cock, cheeks pursing in to cup and rub along the head of his shaft. [i]No, no, no, don’t give in. Don’t give in.[/i] His face screwed up with effort, he managed to not think about his mother’s ass for nearly a minute…until Zira pushed Sarabi down again, almost smothering him between those rounded cheeks. “It’s obvious you want to fuck your mother, Simba,” Zira growled. “Don’t even try and hide that from me. You’re nothing. Nothing but the contents of your balls. And soon enough, you won’t even be worth that.” He groaned, shaking, shivering. “Say what you want, Simba. Say what you want. Tell us all how much you [i]love[/i] your mother.” “Mmmph…” He panted, thrusting his hips forward against his will, not wanting to fuck Vitani’s mouth, but unable to help himself. It was so warm, so welcoming. He needed something to distract him – And then it was pulled away. He groaned, his hips thrusting wildly, trying to find her mouth again, but failing. Instead, he felt his mother’s ass pushing down on his face again, cutting off his air from how hard she was sitting on him. “Say it, or you’ll just keep getting edged, ‘King’ Simba.” “Mmmmph…nnngh…” Sarabi sat up a little, giving him space to breathe, and he gasped for breath. “Say it,” Zira repeated. “I want…I want to…” “You want to play with your mommy’s ass?” “I want to play with my mommy’s ass,” he repeated, his cheeks burning as hot as they possibly could go. The fact that he was being treated like this, treated like nothing but a child when he had been the one to free the Pride Lands – “You want to be a good boy for your mommy.” “I’ll be a good boy! I promise!” “Heh…sit on his face again, my Sarabi.” His mother seemed to take some sort of perverted pleasure from the command, sitting down on his head once more. He gasped under her cheeks, feeling them pressing him firmly into the cave ground, and his tongue obediently flicked out, dragging up and down along the crack of her ass once more, teasing her hole, opening it up with little laps and licks. Sarabi squirmed over him, and he could feel her grinding back against his tongue, always trying to get it inside of her, always pulling at it and squeezing down on it. He barely had the chance to get used to her weight on his face before she pushed down on his lips, forcing him to stick his tongue into her hole. And as soon as he did, he felt her go stiff. She moaned, her ass cheeks squeezing down on his face, and he swore that something squirted over his chest. Had he… He had. He’d just made his mother cum with his tongue. She moaned as he worked his tongue in and out of her ass, and he couldn’t help but throb that much more in Vitani’s mouth as the other lioness came back into the game. He moaned into her hole, his tongue vibrating slowly as the lioness bobbed along his cock, sucking it right to the root before pulling back and licking along the head again. “Mmm, looked like you enjoyed that, Sarabi. Is he that good?” “I…I’ll admit…that is the one place…where he is better…than his father.” “Move. It’s my turn.” [i]Zira?![/i] Simba’s eyes went wide, trying to shake his head as his mother pulled away, his tongue falling from her ass. The wiry, slender warrior woman smirked at him as she walked over, straddling his face in barely more than a second. “Oh god, no. No, not you,” he begged. “Please, I’ll do anything. Don’t make me put my tongue back there.” “You’ll do whatever we tell you, Simba,” the Queen of the Outlanders told him, grabbing his cheeks with one firm hand. “And you know what will happen if you defy me…” Nala. Kiara. He growled under his breath, but slowly leaned his head back. Simba tried to tell himself that this might be the way to actually get out of this with everything intact. If he couldn’t cum into Vitani, then it meant that he won. If Zira was what he needed to keep from blowing his load, then maybe, just maybe, this was a blessing in disguise. Thankfully, she was as clean as his mother had been. As she sat down, her somewhat bony curves pressed against his face, but unlike his mother, who had been more tentative, she was more forceful. She knew what she wanted, and she ground against his face, smothering him beneath her ass until he stuck out his tongue. “That’s it, Simba. You know how to serve your queen…” [i]Not my queen…[/i] Sarabi sat by him, he knew. She had her hand on his shoulder as Zira rode his face, as Vitani sucked at his cock. He hadn’t gone soft yet, but he hadn’t lost any hardness, either. He was still throbbing, still twitching down there, and he groaned at the humiliation of being unable to go soft, at being so lost that they had this power over him. As he licked at Zira’s hole, his mother whispered to him. “These are your queens now, son. You have lost everything. They have taken it from you, and so they are the rulers. Not you.” He shivered, panting as he felt the mouth of the younger lioness leave his cock. Her slender legs stood on either side of his hips, and he could feel her heat lowering to his cock. His mother continued. “Whatever they ask, you will give. Whatever they command, you will do. There is nothing that you can deny them. And nothing that you will deny me.” Another shiver ran down his spine. He had half-hoped that his mother was merely broken, or driven insane by some form of grief, but no. This was something else. This was something far more powerful than that. This was devotion. Complete and utter devotion to Zira and everything that she wanted. There was no saving her from it. As the old lioness ground against his tongue, forcing him to shove it up her ass, he felt the warm folds of the younger one pressing down against his cock. She was in position. She was going to ride him until he came into her, until he bred her, he realized. He tried and failed to squirm, feeling Zira’s hand on the back of his head forcing him deeper into her ass. His tongue was deeper inside of her hot, musky hole than it had ever been inside of his mother, and he shivered as he realized just how hard his cock remained. It didn’t matter that he hated Zira, nor did it matter that he thought that she was ugly in her age. All that mattered, he realized, was their domination. There was something to the Outlanders, something to their control, that grabbed him by the balls and refused to let him go. All he could do was obey. And his body really, really wanted to obey. Simba gasped into Zira’s ass as Vitani finally slammed his cock into her, and his eyes just about bugged out of their sockets as he felt her pussy clenching around his cock. She was already riding him hard and fast, obviously not trying to get herself off, just trying to get him off, get his seed into her body. Zira was encouraging her, too. “That’s it, girl. Use him. He’s nothing but a baby-maker, now. Nothing but a seed-shooter. Use him. Use him!” And Vitani was, he felt. He could feel her hips rising and falling fast, bouncing on him the way that he had fucked Nala that first time, hard and fast. He groaned every time that he hilted inside of her, feeling his body tensing up, wanting to spill his seed. He groaned, trying to hold back, tensing up, even as his tongue was obviously no longer under his control. Every lick, every kiss, every thrust of his tongue seemed to happen without his entire consent. It followed Zira’s desires, and the old woman’s body directed him the way that it wanted this to go. In and out, in and out his tongue went, always finding something new to lick, always finding some new wall to tease. He groaned, panting, feeling his libido rise despite itself, his body burning up with heat and need. [i]Why couldn’t it be mom?[/i] he thought, only to blush worse as he realized how much he preferred the idea of incest to…this. It was as humiliating as it could get…and it only got worse when he finally lost control, merely three minutes later. He arched his back when he came, his balls pulling up tight, his shaft feeling like it was dancing and pulsing. Every single time he felt it strain and twitch, he was sure that he had emptied his balls, but then another one hit him. It was like one long, rolling orgasm, pleasure hitting him again and again and again, each time pushing him to go over the edge one more time. And he did. And did. And did… # When it was over, his mother had left the cavern. She was nowhere to be seen, and both Vitani and Zira were ‘cuddled’ against his sides. Cuddled in that they pressed against him, tracing their claws along his chest. “Heh, he had no stamina,” Vitani said. “Did you expect such a soft king to have any?” Zira asked. “No, but I was thinking it might be more fun than that. Hopefully I got pregnant already.” “If not, he has balls. He can cum again. And he can be trained.” “I hope so. This is pretty pathetic.” Simba groaned, rolling his head back. This was not what he expected when he had gone to battle. Not at all. Before he could try and plan a way out, Zira grabbed his cheeks, pinning his head in place. “You need to mark him. He will be the father of your cubs, and he should know his place.” [i]Mark?[/i] Vitani answered the unspoken question, getting up and squatting over his face. For a moment, he thought that she was going to present her ass for another licking, but…no…it was… As Zira squeezed, forcing his mouth open, a great golden shower started pouring from the younger lioness’s hole, a piss stream landing on his tongue and flowing down his throat. No matter how he tried to twist his head out of the way, it kept flowing, kept covering him, and his shame only climbed higher. The stink of it soaked into the fur on his face, and he knew that if any of his lionesses ever saw him again, they would know what had happened to him. The wild lioness glared down at him the whole time, the slightest of cruel smiles on her face as she put him in his place. There was nothing he could do against her, nothing that he could say that might stop her. All he could do was gasp, swallowing clumsily as she kept letting loose down his neck. Finally, she seemed to run out, letting it come to a drizzle that fell over his face and then down his chest. She stood up again, grabbing his tail and wiping her pussy dry. “He’s a pathetic king, isn’t he?” “Yes, but he’s got the bloodline we need,” Zira said. “Tolerate it until you bear a male, dear.” “You don’t have to have him cumming in you.” Zira narrowed her eyes, and Simba was not surprised to see Vitani’s arrogance deflate under the eyes of her mother. The younger lioness ran out of the room, leaving him alone with the warrior queen once more. He wanted to say something defiant. More than anything, he wanted to show that he was more than what she had reduced him to, but even thinking about trying to fight his way out was getting harder and harder. There was something about the Outlanders, and there was something more about their Queen. Zira… Zira was like Scar. She had power, and more than that, she had no fear about using it. His uncle had always been vaguely terrified of everyone around him, knowing that he was weaker than the lions that might oppose him. Zira had none of that. She had the confidence to order around everybody that came close, and the strength to make sure that they knew the consequences of defying her. Slowly, she stood up, standing with her foot on his balls again. He groaned as she put enough pressure down on his crotch and thighs to leverage him back up onto his knees, and then grimaced as she flexed her toes, fixing her claws into dangerous places down there. “I want you to understand, Simba. This is not just for me…” She leaned down, almost eye to eye with him, the insanity and the rage that he had seen many times in her eyes swirling to the front. “I’m doing this for the husband that you killed. I’m doing this for the King that you killed. Scar. Mufasa. They are dead because of you… “And now, you will help me make a new king…a better king…” She chuckled. “And then, maybe, if your mother likes you enough, you’ll live on as breeding stock. But if I have my way…you will die. So…I hope you get better with that tongue of yours, because your life may well depend on it.” [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]