[b]Zebra sex-ed for Simba[/b]

[i]by AutoSnep[/i]

Simba's nose twitched at a new scent - not the usual tang of antelope or wild greens, but something richer and muskier. Simba peered around a baobab tree and blinked in surprise. A male zebra was lounging in the shade, black and white stripes dappled by sunlight filtering through the leaves.

More surprising was what swung between the zebra's hind legs. Simba had only seen the male lions of the pride, and none boasted such an appendage. His eyes widened, unable to look away from the zebra's huge member. It had to be ten times the size of Simba's boyhood, and his face heated with a mix of fascination and embarrassment.

The zebra glanced up, catching Simba staring. "Like what you see, little lion?" His voice was a husky rumble, smug amusement etched into his tone.

Simba squeaked. "I - I didn't mean to stare. I've just never seen..." He trailed off with a nervous swallow. "Do the lionesses like that?"

A wicked grin split the zebra's face. "They line up to take a ride. But you seem more interested than any lioness I've met."

"I want to learn," Simba blurted before he could think better of it. "How to please girls. But I don't know where to start."

"Do you now?" The zebra's eyes gleamed. "Well aren't you an eager little cub. The name's Zuberi." His striped tail swished in the grass. "Come here and tell Zuberi what's got you so curious."

Simba padded closer, still shy under the zebra's assessing gaze. "My parents don't want to talk about this stuff," he said. "But I saw them once, my dad mating with my mom. It looked... really nice." A blush heated his cheeks at the memory. "I wish I could have watched closer, to see how to make a girl feel good. All I know is it involves that thing between your legs."

He risked another glance at Zuberi's member, fascinated by how it seemed to swell and lengthen under his gaze. Simba squirmed, embarrassed by his own curiosity.

Zuberi purred with delight, his stripey tail swooping in a lazy arc. "Well aren't you observant. Most cubs wouldn't know their tail from their cock at your age." His praise eased some of Simba's embarrassment, the cub relaxing under the zebra's approving gaze.

"I saw my dad get on top of my mom," Simba said, emboldened by Zuberi's interest. "His thing got really big, and he put it in my mom. She made these noises, like she was in pain but also happy. I don't understand."

"Your dad was giving your mom a right proper fucking," Zuberi said bluntly. Simba's eyes widened at the coarse language, but the zebra only chuckled. "No need to blush, cub. We're talking about sex, aren't we? Your mom was feeling pleasure, and if the coupling didn't hurt a bit, she wouldn't appreciate the pleasure near as much."

His words made a strange heat coil in Simba's belly. He licked his lips, struggling not to stare as Zuberi's member twitched and emerged from its sheath further.

"Does it always get bigger like that?" Simba asked before he could stop himself. He looked away, embarrassed by his curiosity. "Sorry, I didnt't mean to stare."

"No need to apologize." Zuberi shifted, thick cock swinging heavily. "Arousal makes it hard and eager, just like it's making your little nub stiff in your fur."

Simba squeaked in alarm, pressing his thighs together. "I'm not... it's not like that! I don't want males. I just want to please girls, like my dad pleases my mom."

"Of course, of course." Zuberi looked far too smug for Simba's liking. "My apologies, cub. Why don't you come closer and get a better look? Maybe if I show you how it works up close, you'll learn a thing or two about pleasing your future lionesses."

Heart pounding, Simba crept close enough to smell the rich musk radiating from Zuberi's maleness. He couldn't resist peering between the zebra's hind legs, eyes widening as he took in the full size and girth of that impressive member.

"Go on, have a feel if you like," Zuberi purred. "Can't learn without a bit of practical experience."

Simba hesitated, but his curiosity won out. He reached with a tentative paw, softly stroking down the zebra's cock. The shaft was alarmingly thick, and hot to the touch. He explored the blunt tip, slippery fluid beading from the slit.

"Keep going," Zuberi groaned. "Think of it as a lesson, cub. Get familiar with how it works so you can pleasure your lioness the same."

Reasoning that Zuberi was only trying to teach him, Simba stroked down the full length in fascination. The zebra's breath hitched, hips rolling to push into the contact.

"Males like a firm touch," Zuberi said, voice strained with arousal. "But save the real roughness for when you're inside a hot, wet pussy. Nothing compares to the feel of a female clenching around your cock, pulling you deeper until your balls swell up and you pump her so full of cum it overflows."

A confusing heat bloomed in Simba's belly at the crude imagery, his own cock twitching as if in sympathy. He shook off the reaction, embarrassed by his body's response. "Will I really be able to do that someday?" he asked, glancing up at Zuberi.

The zebra loomed over him, striped body radiating masculine musk and strength. "Oh yes, little lion." Zuberi stroked down Simba's back, guiding him to take a firmer grip. "Once you grow and that mane comes in, the lionesses will be lining up to take their prince's cock. You'll have your pick of eager, writhing females to sink into."

The images made Simba squirm, a strange ache building in his loins. Zuberi gathered him close with a hand, urging the cub to nuzzle against his musky flesh. "The scent of male arousal drives females wild with lust," he purred. "Why don't you get familiar with that musk, little prince? When your cock is as big as mine, lionesses will go mad to rut the moment they catch your scent."

Dizzy with curiosity and confusion, Simba breathed deep of Zuberi's maleness and the thick musk flooded his senses.

"That's it," Zuberi crooned. "Get soaked in my scent, learn what drives all those wet cunts dripping for your fat cock." The coarse language made Simba whimper, arousal burning through his veins. He nuzzled closer, guided by the zebra's insistent hand to the throbbing shaft bobbing before him. "Taste it," Zuberi said. "Feel your mouth flood as you explore every inch. Think of the honey your lionesses will weep for you while sucking out your seed."

Trembling, Simba extended his little pink tongue. He ignored the male in front of him, focusing only on those images of faceless lionesses spreading their legs in invitation, wet and ready to take his cubhood. He lapped at the tapered tip, salty fluid bursting across his tongue. The taste and scent overwhelmed him, dragging a needy moan from his throat. He suckled clumsily at the blunt tip of the shaft, driven by a strange hunger and the ache in his loins.

Simba nursed eagerly at the slit in Zuberi's flare, soft pink tongue lapping up the beads of precum that welled from the zebra's arousal. Each burst of salt on his tongue made his cubhood throb, a desperate sort of ache that he didn't understand.

"Just like that," Zuberi groaned, stroking Simba's head. His hand tightened, enforcing a rhythm that had Simba swallowing each spill of fluid. "Drink it all down, little prince, and think of your lioness's nectar dripping down your chin."

The images made Simba squirm, grinding instinctively against the grass. He panted through his nose, drowned in the thick musk of Zuberi's maleness.

"Eager little cub, aren't you?" Zuberi rasped, hooves kneading Simba's back. "You really are desperate to learn how to please, aren't you?"

Panting, Simba peered up at him with hazy eyes. He rutted against Zuberi's leg without realizing it, chasing the friction that did little to ease the hot ache in his loins.

"Yes," he whimpered, darting out his tongue to lap at another bead of precum. "Tell me, please Zuberi."

The zebra grinned, white teeth flashing. "No better way to learn what gives females pleasure than to experience it for yourself."

Simba frowned, pausing with Zuberi's tip caught between his lips. "But I can't be a girl."

"Not literally, no," Zuberi conceded. "But there are ways to make you feel what they feel, to open yourself up and take a thick cock until you're sobbing for release." His eyes gleamed, hungry gaze pinning Simba in place. "Would you like to feel that, little cub? To be filled and mounted until you understand the deepest pleasures of femaleness?"

A riot of confusing lust and shame churned in Simba's belly. He didn't understand, but the images made his cubhood throb and soak his fur with arousal.

"Will I really understand?" Simba licked his lips, hesitant but eager. "So I can be the best mate for my lionesses?"

"You'll understand better than any male," Zuberi promised, nudging Simba's hindquarters. "You'll know the joy of being penetrated, mounted and bred. Once I've seeded your tight little hole, the lionesses will never want another."

Shivering at the raunchy promise, Simba nodded. His throat was tight with nerves and desire, fueled by the musky scent of Zuberi's arousal and the molten heat in his own loins.

"Teach me," Simba rasped, trembling as he offered himself. "Please."

"On your hands and knees like a good girl," Zuberi purred. "Let the zebra mount and claim you."

Heart racing, Simba obeyed. He slunk low to the ground, a confused mix of anticipation and trepidation twisting in his belly. This wasn't right - he wasn't meant to present like a female, wasn't meant to -

A hand gripped his hip firmly, urging him to arch his back and raise his hindquarters. "That's it," Zuberi rasped, tracing down Simba's spine with a feather-light touch. "Present your pretty little pussy like a queen offering herself to a king."

"It's not -" Simba's protest caught in his throat as Zuberi pulled his tail up to expose the pink pucker nestled between his cheeks.

"Your tight pussy, soaked and aching for my cock." Zuberi's palm pressed gently at the furled ring of muscle, enough pressure to make Simba gasp. "I can smell your arousal, princess. You're ready to take my seed, aren't you?"

Simba whimpered, trembling under the zebra's caresses and weird praise. "It's not - it's my tailhole," he whispered, beyond embarrassed but helpless to pull away from Zuberi's questing touches. "Not a... not a pussy."

"Shhh, it's your pussy now," Zuberi crooned, tracing gentle circles that made Simba's entire body clench with confused pleasure. "Be my sweet girl and open this pretty hole for me. I won't mount you until I've ensured my princess is wet and ready."

Swallowing hard, Simba forced himself to relax into the zebra's gentle petting. "Okay," he rasped, trembling.

Zuberi purred his approval. "That's my sweet girl. You'll be begging for my cock soon enough." His hand slipped lower, testing the give of Simba's entrance. "So tight and pure, aren't you? But don't worry - I'll make this perfect little pussy ready for his seed."

Whimpering as one sleek finger pushed inside, Simba rocked back into the penetration. The strange pressure and stretch made his cubhood throb, arousal burning through his veins. He didn't understand. His body wasn't meant to feel this, but he couldn't bring himself to pull away from Zuberi's tender claiming. Zuberi worked his finger in slow circles, stroking Simba's inner walls with gentle insistence. The penetration burned in a not-unpleasant way, his tailhole clenching reflexively around the zebra's knuckle.

"Relax, princess," Zuberi crooned. "You're so tense - open up your pretty slit and let me in."

Simba shuddered, forcing his muscles to comply. The ache eased into a mellow sort of pleasure under Zuberi's patient stretching. His cubhood throbbed with every thrust, dripping to soak the grass beneath his belly. The ache in his loins intensified, throb echoing through his tailhole with each pass of Zuberi's dexterous fingers. He didn't understand why the zebra's touches felt so good or why he couldn't make himself pull away. All he knew was the desire to learn, to be filled and bred like the lionesses from Zuberi's lewd stories until he understood their pleasure as his own.

"That's my good girl." Zuberi eased his finger free, only to replace it with two. The renewed burn made Simba gasp, but he pushed back into the penetration with eager abandon. "You're sucking me right in. Hungry little hole, aren't you?"

Whimpering, Simba rocked in time with the zebra's thrusts. The stretch and friction lit sparks behind his eyelids, each scissoring motion winding the coil of heat in his loins tighter. Zuberi worked his fingers until Simba was rocking shamelessly back onto his hand, panting through the sparks of pleasure that jolted up his spine. Only when Simba was thoroughly distracted did Zuberi withdraw, grasping his hips to line up the thick head of his cock. The tip prodded at Simba's saliva-slick entrance, nudging inside with a slow but insistent pressure.

Simba shrieked at the intrusion, instinctively trying to pull away from the burning stretch. It was too big, too much - he couldn't -

"Hush, princess." Zuberi's grip tightened, preventing Simba's escape. "I know it hurts, but it will feel so good soon. You want to please your zebra, don't you?"

Whimpering, Simba forced himself to relax. The pain was sharp but faded in pulses, his tailhole struggling to accommodate the zebra's girth.

"That's my good girl." Zuberi rocked in tiny increments, shallow thrusts that eased him deeper in fractions. "Just breathe and let your pussy melt around my cock. You'll be begging for more before long."

The ache was almost pleasant now, a deep sort of fullness that made his toes curl. Simba panted harshly, trying to let his body accept the penetration at its own pace.

But Zuberi quickly grew impatient. Without warning he snapped his hips forward, burying half the length of his shaft in Simba's unprepared hole. Agony lanced through Simba's belly. He shrieked, eyes flooding with tears as he clawed at the grass for purchase. It was too much, too big - he couldn't -

"Please! No, stop, it hurts!" Simba twisted and writhed in a desperate bid to escape, but Zuberi's grip was unshakeable. The zebra growled in annoyance, fully sheathing his cock with a powerful thrust. The invasion sent stars across Simba's vision. He sobbed and moaned, tailhole stretched beyond capacity around the zebra's massive girth. Every inch of him burned, pain pulsing out from his penetrated hole in waves.

"Quiet your whimpering," Zuberi snapped, punctuating his words with shallow thrusts that ripped ragged cries from Simba's throat. "You begged to learn, little cub, so take your lesson." He rolled his hips in a slow grind, dragging his cock over Simba's tortured inner walls. "Or perhaps you're too young to learn about sex after all."

Pride and determination rose through Simba's haze of hurt. He forced himself still and silent, clenching his teeth until his gums ached. He would show Zuberi he's old enough. He would be the best mate, would take whatever the zebra gave and more. He had begged for this lesson, so now he would learn.

Zuberi purred his approval at Simba's reluctant acceptance. "There's my good little lioness," he crooned, snapping his hips forward in a brutal thrust. Simba whimpered but held firm, surrendering his body to the zebra's rough claiming. "Now let's see if you can take a real fucking."

Zuberi slammed into Simba's abused hole without mercy, thick cock stretching and plundering in a brutal rhythm. His grip left bruises on Simba's hips, jerking the cub back onto his thrusts with each snap of his powerful hips. Biting down on a scream, Simba endured the claiming. His body was wracked with pain, tailhole burning as Zuberi's massive girth ripped him open again and again. But he refused to protest or fight for freedom. He would show the zebra he was strong enough, was ready to learn this lesson and more. Enough to please a dozen lionesses, Zuberi had promised. Enough to sire a kingdom.

The zebra plunged in deep on a growl, grinding against Simba's throbbing entrance. Without warning he grasped Simba's hips and spun him onto his back, flipping the cub easily as one might handle a doll. Simba shrieked at the new angle, legs trembling as Zuberi thrust back inside. Zuberi gripped his thighs and lifted until Simba's ankles brushed his shoulders, folding the cub nearly in half. This new position let Simba see each slide of the zebra's thick black cock into his swollen hole.

"Watch, little lioness," Zuberi panted, pacing his thrusts in a leisurely grind. "Watch and learn how to spear a hot cunt." His eyes gleamed as he rolled his hips, dragging his shaft over Simba's sweet spot until stars burst across the cub's vision. "You have to learn the right angles, the speed. Faster for eager lionesses, slower when their bellies swell with your cubs. Always keep them right on the edge until you're ready to flood their wombs."

He punctuated each lesson with a thrust hard enough to wrench a cry from Simba's throat. But the cub couldn't look away from where their bodies joined. There was obscene beauty in the sight of Zuberi's glistening cock claiming his tailhole again and again, in the way his entrance clung greedily to each withdraw, as if loathing to release its prize. The ache had faded to molten pleasure, jagged sparks bursting up his spine with every grind of the zebra's hips.

"Does my little princess like watching herself get fucked?" Zuberi rasped, slamming home hard enough to jar Simba's small frame. "See how wet and open this sweet cunt is for my cock? You're dripping, lioness. Your slutty clit can't get enough of my breeding, can it?" The zebra flicked Simba's cubhood with knowing fingers, gently touching the tiny pink length as if it were a female's clitoris. A jolt of pleasure arced through Simba's belly. He whimpered, hips bucking at the stimulation despite the embarrassment burning beneath his fur.

"S-stop," Simba finally gasped, cheeks burning as he knocked Zuberi's hand away. "It's not -"

Laughter rumbled in the zebra's chest. "What's wrong, little lion? Don't you like me playing with your pretty clit?"

"It's not a clit!" Simba protested hotly, despite the way his hips bucked into each flick of Zuberi's fingers. His cock was little, he knew, but not that little. "Please," Simba whimpered, beyond embarrassed now. "It's my... it's my peepee, not a clit."

"Your peepee?" Zuberi purred, laughter dancing in his eyes as he continued toying with Simba's helpless body. "With how small it is, I think it qualifies as a little girl's clit." Zuberi withdrew his teasing touches, wrapping his hands around Simba's trembling thighs instead. "Don't worry, little cub. Your cute clit is safe from me." Laughter rumbled in his chest at Simba's strangled sound of protest. The zebra set a punishing pace, spearing into Simba's throbbing hole again and again until the cub was gasping.

"Look how wet you are for me." Zuberi nodded at the mess of pre dripping from Simba's tailhole, smeared around his cock on each thrust. "When your mate is this soaked, it means you're doing your job right. She's ready to bear your cubs, to take your seed as deep as it will go."

He rolled his hips in a slow grind, nudging against the sweet spot inside Simba until stars burst behind his eyelids. "The more juices dripping down her thighs, the closer she is to climax. Don't stop until she's mewling and clawing at your back." The zebra snapped his hips savagely, wringing a cry from Simba's throat. "That's it, little lioness. Sing for your mate."

Simba barely heard the words over the rush of pleasure and the wet sounds of their mating. He was soaked inside and out, rivulets of fluids tracing down his thighs to pool beneath his hips. Instinct drove Simba's hands between his legs, seeking the friction his neglected cubhood craved. But each time his fingers curled around the tiny pink length, Zuberi batted them away with a tsk of annoyance.

"Ah ah, little lion," the zebra chided, not slowing the brutal pace of his hips. "You'll learn nothing if you distract yourself like that. Focus on the feeling of being penetrated, of being bred and claimed. Only then will you fully understand a lioness's pleasure."

Whimpering, Simba fisted his paws in the grass above his head. His loins burned with need, cubhood throbbing in time with his pounding heartbeat. "Please," he gasped, writhing as Zuberi ground against his sweet spot. "I can't - it's too much, I need -"

Zuberi grasped his wrists, pinning them above his head. "Hush. This lesson is not about your selfish pleasure." He rolled his hips, sheathing his cock to the hilt in a slow grind that tore a ragged moan from Simba's throat. "You begged to understand how to pleasure your mate, little cub, so focus on how I claim this tight body. Think of the ache in your loins as hers, the heat and stretch of being filled. Only then will you be ready to sate a lioness's heat."

The zebra released his hands only when Simba went limp and pliant beneath him, surrendering fully to the claiming. "That's my good girl," Zuberi crooned. He speared Simba's slick entrance with brutal efficiency now, chasing his own climax. Each thrust punched the air from Simba's lungs, sparks dancing behind his eyelids with every grind against his sweet spot. "You're ready to bear my cubs now, aren't you little lioness? Ready to take my seed as deep as it will go."

Heat coiled in Simba's belly as Zuberi's thrusts turned erratic, grinding in deep. The zebra snarled with each snap of his hips, thick cock swelling further inside Simba's tortured entrance.

"That's it," Zuberi rasped, breath heavy and panting. "Take my seed, little lioness. Take it all."

He slammed home one final time, grinding in deep as wet heat flooded Simba's channel. The cub whimpered at the strange sensation, Zuberi's release spurting in thick pulses inside him. It was too much, the zebra's cock and cum both. He was soaked inside and out, stretched and claimed beyond his limits.

Zuberi rocked gently through his climax, working his softening cock in and out of Simba's entrance. "So important to keep filling your mate long after you've spent," he panted, grin sharp and sated. "They need to keep her plugged and overflowing until your seed takes root. A good male never leaves his mate empty."

Shame burned in Simba's cheeks, warring with the ache in his loins. He didn't understand, didn't know why his body accepted this humiliation and pleasure. But the worst ache was in his neglected cubhood, throbbing in time with his pounding heartbeat, screaming for friction he couldn't gain.

"Please," Simba finally whispered, hating himself for giving voice to the longing. "I really need to -"

Zuberi clicked his tongue, withdrawing from Simba's soaked channel in a rush of fluids and scent. "You still think only of yourself, little cub. What of your mate's pleasure?" He traced one finger through the mess dripping from Simba's entrance, collecting his seed before offering his fingertip. "Taste how sweet the two of you are together, and know this is but a fraction of the ecstasy you should give each time you mate and breed."

The moment Zuberi withdrew, Simba's hands flew between his legs. He grasped his aching cubhood with a groan, striving for the release he'd been denied.

Zebra's strong hands stopped his attempts yet again. "Enough." Zuberi stared down at the cub. "You never learn, do you little cub? This is not about your selfish pleasure. You need to lie there and enjoy the afterglow, just as your mate would." Zuberi stretched out beside Simba, chuckling at the cub's whimper. "Focus on the ache of being so well used, the warmth of seed still trapped inside. Think of how sated your lioness would be if you'd done your job right."

Shuddering, Simba rested his head on his paws. He tried to obey, to calm the riot of sensation and need in his small body. The burn was already fading, cooled by the mess of fluids leaking from his entrance to pool beneath his hips, the only reminder of Zuberi's claiming. Against his will, release seemed to drift further from his grasp with every breath.

"That's it," the zebra purred, nuzzling Simba's cheek. "Such a good little lioness. You've learned your lesson well."

Basking in the afterglow, Simba gradually relaxed into the grass. His inner walls throbbed in time with his slowing heartbeat, ache slowly fading to a pleasant soreness. The tension bled from his limbs as the madness of need faded, settling into blissful lassitude.

He barely noticed when Zuberi called him a "little lioness". The words washed over him, unimportant. All that mattered was the warmth flooding his senses, the sated stretch and burn of his entrance. Nothing else intruded on his drifting contentment.

A soft chuckle broke through Simba's haze. He slitted one eye to find Zuberi gazing at his loins, amusement dancing in the zebra's eyes. Following his gaze, Simba blinked at the sight of his cubhood slipping back into its sheath, the ache and rigid length both vanished. He flushed under Zuberi's regard, swallowing around the sudden tightness in his throat.

"You see?" Zuberi asked, smug and sated. "Keep your mate happy and they'll have no desire left for anything else. Not even for that bit of flesh you're so obsessed with." He curled against Simba with a yawn, nuzzling into the cub's neck. "Rest now, little lion, and dream of the pleasure you'll give when you're older and learned your lessons well. All thanks to me."

Even soaked in cum, shuddering with each labored breath, Simba felt a traitorous flutter of pride. He'd learned a lot, let the zebra teach him pleasure's secrets.

Zuberi stretched with a satisfied groan, scrubbing his limp cock through the cum matting Simba's body. "You've done well for your first time, little cub," he purred, smile sharp and eager. "But one mating is not enough to master the arts of pleasing your partner. You must commit to daily practice if you truly wish to learn."

The zebra bent, grasping Simba's chin to tilt his gaze upward. "Will you return to me day after day, allowing me to instruct your sweet body in all the ways of ecstasy? Think of the rewards waiting if you give yourself fully to your lessons." His eyes gleamed, bright with hunger. "So much more to teach my eager student."

Shame and horror warred with curiosity in Simba's chest, a riot of conflicted emotion. He barely understood all Zuberi had shown him already, the strange dark pleasures and humiliations. How could there be more to uncover, depths yet to plumb? But the ache in his loins spoke of bliss barely grasped, a mere taste of rapture for which his small body now craved.

Simba met the zebra's gaze. In the end, there was only one choice. As there had always been since he begged for this first lesson. He nodded, cubhood throbbing as he agreed to whatever lessons Zuberi wished to give.

Zuberi's grin stretched wider as he stroked Simba's messy chest. "You won't regret your choice. Tomorrow, we begin again. And the day after, and after that." He shot the cub a heavy-lidded gaze. "You'll learn so well at my hands, little cub."

...

The walk back to Pride Rock passed in a haze. Simba's body ached from lessons well-learned, each step jostling his tender flesh. His fur itched where cum had dried and caked around matted strands. But beneath the discomfort, warmth still flooded his senses at each shift and slide deep inside. A secret bliss known only to him and his willing teacher.

He couldn't wait to return for his next lesson. If Zuberi had shown him so much today, how much more might he gain with daily practice? A flush crept up his neck, tail swishing at the thrill such thoughts evoked. He'd learn everything, all the ways females might experience pleasure. It was a duty he now craved, to become the perfect mate his teacher envisioned.

By the time Pride Rock came into view, Simba's head swam with conflicting thoughts. He couldn't think straight, each hazy reflection broken by the bone-deep ache of his mating. Maybe he wouldn't always understand the lessons Zuberi wished to give, but the zebra knew best how to instruct his willing student, leading Simba to discover secrets of pleasure beyond his wildest imagination.

He smiled up at the stars, a dreamy vision filling his gaze. Tomorrow couldn't come fast enough. So much more to learn if he kept returning to his teacher, gave himself fully each day to the depths of ecstasy awaiting discovery. Becoming the prize mate Zuberi promised, was a reward worth striving for.

Simba quickened his pace, eager to rest his weary body. He needed to be ready and waiting when the sun rose again. Ready for Zuberi to continue his lessons.