[b][u][center]The Pleasure of the Queen Mother’s Feet
For ArsNovaGod
By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]
 
 
 
 
 



There wasn’t a lot to do around Pride Rock. Simba was busy fulfilling his new duties as king, Nala was right there with him, and Pumbaa…well, Pumbaa had been snared by a number of the lionesses and dragged off to the nearest watering hole to get a bath. Timon couldn’t really blame them for it, either; his friend reeked, and there was no getting around it.

Unfortunately, it left him a bit at odds with himself, because there was very little to do. Couldn’t do much about the whole governing thing, since he was just the king’s friend rather than some sort of expert, and he couldn’t do anything with the other lionesses, since they were either going to see him as food or they were going to chase him around for sport. So, that left finding a place to hole up and just wait for Pumbaa to get back.

Timon found one around the back of Pride Rock, kicking his feet up and putting his hands behind his head. Not the most comfortable of places, what with all the bones that had been scattered all over the place, but it was quiet enough, and well away from all the other lions.

“Heh, bet you that nobody comes back here,” Timon said, looking around in the dim lighting. “But man, what a view…”

It certainly had that. He chuckled as he looked over his feet at the spread-out stretch of the kingdom from the back of the Rock. It looked like one could see for miles up here, and nobody would ever know that he was looking. It was the perfect hiding spot for someone that didn’t want to be seen.

He was just starting to reach around his loincloth – well, what else was he going to do with his privacy – when the soft sound of someone clearing their throat caught his ear. He paused, slowly looking over his shoulder.

An older lioness looked down at him. Dressed in a loincloth and wearing a zebra pelt across her check, she looked every inch the predatory warrior that all the other lionesses did, but she was a little bit different. Older, yes, with a few little droops along her cheeks, but with a wisdom in her eyes that Timon usually didn’t see in anyone else around Simba’s age. The way that she carried herself made him remember the confrontation just before the fight with Scar, and he winced.

“Uh, hi, Sarabi,” he said, finally recognizing Simba’s mother. “I, uh, don’t suppose that this is your place?”

“No. It is not.”

“Oh, thank heavens.”

“It’s Scar’s.”

“…Well, this is awkward.”

He started to stand up, only for the lioness to rest one hand on his shoulder and force him right back down. Easily enough done, as well; she was seven-foot-three compared to his meager four-foot-six. The giant of a woman loomed over him, walking around to stand in front of him as she put her hands on her hips.

“And what are you doing back here?”

“Well, uh, I was just – you know – looking for a place to stay out of the way, heh…”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“What, you don’t believe me?”

“Considering what I was seeing you reaching for, no.”

Timon winced again. So much for that little lie. The meerkat considered trying to run, but with the way that the older woman was looking at him, he knew that he’d get maybe three feet before he was pounced and pinned. What would happen after that? No idea, but Simba wasn’t here to speak up for him.

“So, uh…what’s gonna happen now?”

“The way I see it, you have two choices,” the queen mother said, and her lips turned up in a small chuckle. “Either I can tell the rest of the Pride that we have a problem creature in our midst…or…you stay right where you are and let me have a little bit of fun with a pervert.”

“A little – oh. Oooooooh.”

She stood on one foot now, the other almost right in his face. A few droplets of sweat ran along the underside, reaching her toes and dangling from them as she wiggled her digits in his face. His cock twitched beneath his loincloth, rising a little higher at the display.

“I see that we understand each other, meerkat.”

“You got that right, toots.”

“Kiss.”

Timon was more than happy to follow that order. He cupped the older female’s foot by the ankle and heel, feeling how wet it was. She must have been sweating like a pig for her to be this damp already. Not that he was complaining in the slightest; the soft sole-scent that came through with all that sweat was one of his favorite things in the world, and he groaned as he kissed his way from her big toe all the way down. It kept sending little thrills down his spine, and they ran all the way to his dick, leaving it happily throbbing for her.

As he reached her smallest toe, she pulled her foot back, then shoved it against his chest. The meerkat grunted as he slammed back against the rock wall, huffing as she stepped the air right out of him. Her toes, damp and slick, left a faint footprint of sweat on his chest as she looked down at him.

“Mmm, I think you’ll be fun.”

“Heh, well, toots, I’ll give it my best.”

“Take that thing off.”

“Well, uh, if you say so.”

Timon reached down and pulled the loincloth to the side. As a smaller guy, he wasn’t [i]that[/i] big down there, but he thought he did reasonably well. Six inches? Some guys another foot taller than him couldn’t say that they had that much to offer a partner. He chuckled nervously as it bobbed up and down as the lioness pressed her foot more firmly against his chest, his cheeks burning a bright red as he throbbed right out in the open for her.

“Mmmm, look at that. Nice and hard for me. And here I thought that you would just be a runaway snack here at the Rock.”

“Mmmph…”

“But play your cards right, little meerkat, and you might just have the chance to do this more than once.”

She lowered her foot to his shaft, gently pushing down on the head. Her toes spread around it, trapping his shaft between her big and second toe, and slowly kept pushing down, down, down, until the whole thing was pointed toward the floor. He groaned, biting his lips as she kept sliding her foot against it, grinding it between the ball of her foot and the stone floor. Press, step, grind. Press, step, grind –

Throb.

Sarabi pulled her foot back, and he cock leaped back into the air, twitching like mad and spitting pre-cum. She chuckled, flicking it with her big toe and watching it bounce.

“Look at that. So much for so little.”

“Mmmph…gimme a break…it’s been a while.”

“How long?”

“Mmmph…four days?”

“Well, then. How about I give you a little…reward…for all the help that you’ve given my son?”

“Well, uh, you don’t have to -”

“But I insist…”

The lioness walked over his head – gods, she was tall – and sat on an outcropping just over his head. Her feet felt so much bigger as she rested them over his crotch, her toes teasing around the base of his shaft and tugging it left, right, left, right. His breath caught in his throat as she pushed with the toes of one foot, grinding his cock against the sole of the other and –

“Mmmph…”

Timon bit his lips as she teased him, stroking, grinding his cock right against her foot, pushing him to get over the edge already. She milked him hard with those teasing toes, pushing her other foot down and sliding his already slick tip against her wrinkled sole.

The Queen Mother really knew her stuff. He had barely started getting a footjob before he felt ready to blow. He squirted and oozed, and the older lioness chuckled overhead, resting her hands on his shoulders.

“Don’t you let loose just yet…or I might just keep going…and going…and going. I plan to wring you dry, little meerkat…”

That did not help in the slightest. His cheeks burned hotter as he realized just how deep in a predator’s snare he actually was. There was no getting away from her or her spectacularly talented feet, and as she shifted positions, sliding his cock between her toes and jerking him with them good and hard, he knew that there was no way that he was going to be able to hold out for much longer. And once he came the first time –

“Go on…give in. Let me show you my…appreciation…”

She curled her toes at just the right moment to emphasize her words, and it was too much for the smaller meerkat. Timon moaned as he came, and he came hard, shooting ropes of pre-cum between her toes and across the rock floor. His own toes curled in pure pleasure as he huffed and whimpered as she kept pumping him, forcing him to keep going, and going, and going, and even when his cock stopped shooting and went to the sensitive post-orgasm phase, she didn’t stop.

“Heh, you think that’s going to be enough?” she whispered in his ear. “Oh, you’re not even close to done. Not yet…”

Timon wheezed, his eyes going wider as she pinched his cock between her big and second toe of one foot while bringing her other foot down. Her heel ground right against the head, sliding the slippery, slimy mess along the bottom of her foot, as if she was wiping his seed into her soles like some sort of lotion.

“You’re going to keep cumming until those balls are dry. I told you…I’m going to get everything out of you. Everything that has you so pent up. So I hope that you’re ready to stay right there for a very, very long time…because you’re not the only one pent-up right now, little man…”

 

 

 



[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]
 
Summary: Timon goes off on his own, and just as he’s about to rub one out, Sarabi finds him and takes charge.
 
Tags: M/F, Femdom, Lion King, The Lion King, Timon, Sarabi, Size Difference, Lioness, Lion, Meerkat, Footjob, Foot Fetish, Domination, Orgasm, Cum,