It all started back in the Elephant Graveyard, his young impetuous days as a strong-headed prince prowling beyond where the light touches.  The gold-furred lion cub knew he shouldn't have been there, he knew it was full of wretched hyenas who scavenged on rodents and picked the bones clean.  The first time he ever saw a hyena proper, was the one pinning him down with a wicked look.
	"What's wrong, little highness?" she breathed on his whiskers.  "Ain't you gonna order me around like all you lions do?"
	"S-SIMBA, NO!"
	"Ohhh this one's pretty," rasped a male thug, "she got some nice meat on her legs too."
	"HuuhuuheeheeHAHAHAAAAAA!"
The third hyena only laughed, a wall-eyed cackle that to this day haunted Simba.  But not as haunting as the leader's eyes, a striking face amongst the ragged pack of mutts that entranced him at first sight.  Her mane resembled three scars down her forehead, her eyes sparkled with a deeper intelligence and her body filled out in all the right places with her sultry back spots and ash-grey belly.
	"Whut, cat got your tongue?" she giggled at her joke.  "Say something. li'l prince, go on, roar for me!  Let's see how brave this kitty is."
A part of him wanted to roar his best, wanted to frighten this vicious beast to protect his best friend who was pinned down by two males licking their chops and sniffing over her sweet, peach-coloured fur.  But the leader enchanted him, those long black lips with a shark-tooth grin that hung crooked to one side.  He did not know what possessed him when he slurped her face in a primal kiss.
	"Guh-...whut?!"
	"Si-simba, what are you-"
He did it once again, startling the lady who reeled back and snorted with a little sneeze.  Even the laughing hyena stood dumbfounded, watching the strange look his leader gave to young Simba.  Something sparked between them, a second of eternity, before a kingly roar deafened all their ears.
	"Shit...BOYS!" the hyena cried.  "Let's get outta here."
	"But,  he-"
	"I SAID MOVE!"
They scarpered away from the approaching thunder, a wondrous golden beast who shone the light of reason upon this dark corner of the lands.  Simba sighed with relief at the sight of his father, that proud lustrous mane like fire in the savannah.
	"Simba!  SIMBA!  Are you alright?!"
	"I...y-yeah," the boy rolled onto his front, "I...f-father I'm, I'm sorry-"
	"We must leave," he growled, "both of you, come with me now."
	"Yes, sir."
The lioness trotted first, but Simba was still was still befuddled with a fog in his brain and a rising heat in his loins.  He had never felt this before, his heart felt hot and sickly and his breath turned funny.  He said nothing the entire walk home, nodding quiet to himself throughout all his father's lecture.
The days after his rescue, he would still play with his friend, the lioness from before as they tussled and play-hunted in the grass.  Yet Simba was always a little weaker in his bites, more willing to be the prey beneath her as she chomped his neck with adorable growls.
	"NYAAAH, GOTCHA!" she gave him a nibble and slapped his face gently.  "I win again!"
	"Hahah, yeah you did," he smiled on his back, "you wanna try again?"
	"Mmmmm, maybe," the girl stepped off, "either I'm getting better or you're getting sloppy."
	"I was just, giving you a chance," he sat up and swished his tail, "can't take all the fun away from you, right Nala?"
	"Oh, so you were just holding back?" she scoffed, a little offended.  "Alright, now I'm gonna be serious, and you better be as well!"
She went into hunting stance with tail raised high and head bent low.  Simba did the same as they circled each other, fangs kept back and claws retracted as Nala made the first strike.  A tender smack buffed him aside before he grabbed her neck with his jaws and tossed her aside, but the lioness rolled fast to recover and spring back to slam into his side.
He rolled through the grass then jumped away from her body slam, avoiding being pinned this time as he swished his tail with a playful grin.  The boy made a feinting dodge to try and ambush her from the side, but Nala jumped back a little quicker then reared back to slap him twice.  Buffeted by the blows, he stumbled briefly before she locked jaws on the back of his neck, and mounted on top of him with heavy breath.
	"HRRRMPH!  HAH, I win again!"
	"Aaaah...damn, you...you really did."
	"You best not tell your dad about this," she giggled, releasing him, "won't look good for a king if a LADY turns him into a lioness."
	"How would that happen?" he rolled on his back.  "I can't be a lioness anyways."
	"You can act like one, my mom says she knew a cousin who lives with another male, and he always acts the lioness around him."
	"Boys can do that?  Huh."  Simba looked up to the sky.  "You ever think back to that elephant graveya-"
	"No."  Nala stiffened up.  "We're real lucky your dad found us, that hyena she...why did you lick her?"
	"Hmmm?"  He turned his head to her.  "I was just...uh, trying to throw her off, you know?  She expected me to roar, but I can't do that yet, not like dad can."
	"Still nasty," the girl pulled a face and shook her head, "what if you caught something, mom told me hyenas are filthy."
	"Yeah," a strange grin came to him, "they sure were."
	"Pffft, you're weird," she bapped his nose, "come on, let's go see the crocs fight, I wanna learn how to do that rolling thing!"
	"But you hate water!"
	"I can do it on land!  ...maybe."
She bounced off with Simba following, and for a few days things had gone back to normal.  He hunted with his father, his mother would clean him, and his best friend would roll him through the grass.  Then everything would come crashing down on the day of the stampede.  He could hardly remember that day, when his uncle Scar invited him down to the wide canyon for something or other, right in front of the horde of wildebeest who came charging down the cliff.
His father had saved him, then climbed to the heavens to escape before a mighty fall.  His body crumpled beneath the sea of hooves, broken and twisted, dust settling across his corpse.  His uncle accused Simba as a murderer, his mind too fraught to point out it was Scar who brought them both there, a blur of violent sorrow swarming his mind with fractured tears.  So he ran away, the prince never to be, the Pride Lands left with an empty throne.
He rushed through the brambles at the edge of the kingdom, where thorns raked his hide in jagged crimson across his golden coat.  His breath choked in his throat mid-gallop, struggling to cry but too terrified to breathe.  Then he heard the hyenas, and that same sickly sensation returned in his heart.  Was it Her?  Was She there?  He knew one of them had a telltale cackle, between the shrieks and yelps as they tried to navigate the brambles.
And then she saw her, in a clearing amongst the thorn bushes.  Separated from her pack, that beastly outlander with her three-scarred mane and that ruthless smile approached him.
	"Well, well, well," she giggled with glinting yellow eyes, "little prince who gave me tongue, like a FREAK.  Real shame what happened to your daddy...you're all alone now, little kitten, nobody gonna roar to save you."
He wanted to be afraid.  He wanted to run and hide and escape the world that had suddenly betrayed him, his ears hung low and his tail slinked round his paws.  But that hyena captivated him, the alluring creature who skulked ever closer to him.
	"Whut, you ain't gonna run?" she leaned close to him.  "You realised where you belong yet, pathetic little cub?"
	"P-p-please...please," Simba gasped.
	"Awwwww, you gonna beg?  HAHAAA, oh that's cute, that's real cute."
	"Breathe on me."
	"...whut?"
	"I...p-please...breathe on me."
He had to taste it again, that strange rasping breath of bonemeal and testosterone he could never forget.  That same look came back to her, confused by this damn cub she had been ordered to kill.  Scar never told her what a freak his nephew was, as she gave one long breath to watch his face shiver in a strange delight.
	"The fuck is your deal?" she whispered.  "You not scared of me?"
	"I...n-no?" Simba shook his head.  "I think...I-i-i think you're...you're..."
He didn't know what word to use, but she smelt his small creeping desire with a curious smirk.
	"You want me?  Seriously?  Damn, never thought a li'l cub would want me so bad."
	"I-i, I don't know, I don't know what I want b-but I...something about you is making me me feel all warm and...weird inside."
	"So whut you wanna do?" the mutt breathed harder.  "You want me, dontcha?  But I gotta kill you, so it's...complicated."
	"It...it's okay," the cub nodded with a painful grin, "long as I'm with you, I...I'll be happy, even if I'm dead."
Something struck a nerve in the hyena, cocking her head at this strangely suicidal cub.  His smile grew every time she breathed on him, his eyes widened when she placed a paw on his head and rubbed over the sandy fur.
	"You'd do anything for me?" she asked.
	"Um, m-maybe," Simba muttered, "I don't...I don't have anyone left."
	"Except me...tell you what."  The mutt pressed her nose to his.  "Head on out east to where the vultures fly."
	"Wh-...what?"
	"There's a place where you can live out your days, get strong and come back.  You only heard half the picture about your uncle."
	"Wait, you know u-uncle Scar?"
	"Sure do."  The hyena winked.  "You wanna know what really happened to your dad?  Go where the vultures fly cuz I don't waste my time with cubs.  I'll let you leave, but only if you promise...that you'll do anything for ol' Shenzi."
	"I...o-okay," the child nodded, "but will I ever see you again?"
	"You will."  She licked slowly across his face.  "When you grow up as big and strong as your daddy.  Then you'll find out everything...and I'll give you every part of me you could want."
This was a dangerous thought she just had, but the more she pondered, the greater it grew like a spider's web.  This boy was transfixed upon her, and the more she lapped over his cheeks the more frantic he became with a stiffening little lump between his legs.
	"Alright," he nodded rapid, "I-i'll go...I don't...I don't know why I-"
	"You'll understand when you older," Shenzi gasped on his cheeks, "now go.  Just run away, Simba.  And I'll be yours."
The boy dashed out into the desert, the sunset bleeding over the cracked earth as Shenzi braced herself and threw her body into some thorns.  Her shriek alerted the others in joining her, as three hyenas stood together and watched the prince disappear from the world.
	"IF YOU EVER COME BACK, WE'LL KILL YOU!" screamed her ally.  "Tcheh...shit...Scar ain't gonna be happy."
	"Nah, he will," Shenzi walked back, "that squirt ain't gonna last out there in the desert."
	"Uhuuuhhhhuhuhuh?" her giggling companion cocked his head at her.
	"I knooow, Ed, he only got away cuz he's a scrawny little RAT!  Now c'mon, we got work to do."
They trotted off back to their master, as the lead hyena grinned to herself and braced for the long road ahead.

Simba had spent three days running through the wastes.  He chased after the vultures that continued circling in the distance above a seemingly-empty horizon.  Without this guidance he would have collapsed by himself somewhere in the deathly scape, amongst dried brittle bones and beneath the shadowed wings.  But on his third day with hollowed stomach and a tongue like sand, he found a thin green line shimmering in the distance.  The smell of flowers tickled his nostrils, grass seeds whispered on his cheeks.
	"Th-the...oasis," he whispered, "I...Sh-shenzi was right...sh-she was right."
He only took six more steps before he collapsed at last.  Before his eyes closed, a brown lump came galloping towards him as two voices rumbled in his ears.
	"Hey, HEY!  Hey kid, you alright?!"
	"OOOH jeez, poor little guy's half-starved!"
	"Should...sh-should we help him, I mean it's, a lion, they got fangs and teeth and, and FANGS!"
	"A baaaaby lion, Timon, ohhhh he's so cute and fwuffy!  We can't just leave him!"
	"Ugh, you and your bleeding pig-heart.  Alright, fine, but you're carrying him!  And if he starts licking his lips at you, don't come crying to me!"
Simba had the best sleep of his life, a dreamless time despite the scent of Shenzi pervading his nostrils.  The tongue that caressed his fur, the bonemeal breath that clung to his nose, and that quivering throb in what he now understood as his little balls.  He remembered his promise even when he awoke, finding himself in a blissful paradise.
	"OH, he's waking up!"
	"Awww jeez, I was afraid you'd say that."
An enormous snout consumed his vision, two hollow caverns snorting over his face as he reeled back from a pungent odour.  The creature pulled back to show a warthog of reddish-brown with cheerful eyes and big tusks.  All around him was endless jade, a splendid jungle of twittering birds and whooping baboons with a cornucopia of honeyed scents that drowned his senses.
	"You okay, little guy?" the swine asked.
	"I...I think so."
	"Oh good, that's a relief!  We found ya in the desert, just fell down straight in front of us!"
	"Just so you know," said another voice, "I did NOT agree this!"
	"Wh-...where am I?" the cub turned to see a beige meerkat with ruby hair.
	"You're in a cave, whaddaya think you're at, it's a jungle!  It's got leaves and bugs, there's running water, all the facilities!"
	"And lots of shade!" the pig waddled over to another tree.  "Any place ya want, just sit back and relax!"
	"Just don't eat us, okay?!" the meerkat pointed from a distance.  "I got nothin' against lions, just the teeth make me kinda nervous!"
	"I'm...o-okay," the cub shook his head and stood up, "I am really hungry though, you got anything I can eat?"
	"BUGS!"
The hog kicked a rotting log where dozens of slimy beasts rolled out across the floor.  The two strangers started to eat, slurping up worms and gobbling up beetles which made Simba cringe.
	"Uuuugh, you...you guys eat those?"
	"Slimy, yet satisfying!" the meerkat plucked his fingers.  "C'mon, try 'em, tastes like chicken!"
	"Wh-what?"
	"Look, you either gonna starve, or you gotta eat bugs."
	"Nnnnngh-"
	"Come oooon kid," the pig shoved a fat red caterpillar towards him, "here, this one's good fer new folks, you're skin and bone!"
	"Mmmmmhhhh."
He was hesitant at first, as he plucked up the meaty worm and felt it jiggle between his claws.  But it smelled like meat, and moved like meat enough for him to take a bite, then swallow with relief.  It was delicious somehow, his smile returning as he started to eat more of the red caterpillars.
	"I'm Pumbaa," the swine nodded, "that's Timon, what's your name, cub?!"
	"Simba," he sucked up a worm, "thanks for uh...for rescuing me."
	"Ehh, it's fine," Timon the meerkat waved his hand, "what's a squirt like you doing out here anyways?!"
	"I...I ran away...a lot of things happened-"
	"EH-EH, sob stories later, get yourself some food and water and then come back to me, today's kind of a hakuna matata day!"
	"Hakuna...matata?" Simba squinted.
And so he learned the mantra of his new friends.  To mean "no worries, for the rest of your days", a problem-free philosophy that they lived by in perfect harmony.  Simba found a virtuous heaven where he could eat, drink and be merry, letting the dark memories of his banishment wash away like the waters free as he was raised by Timon and Pumbaa.
The meerkat was twitchy and high-strung, teaching him how to hide and flee from any dangers in the world, or fast-talk his way out of anything through babbling streams of nonsense.  The warthog taught him to use strength as his defence, how to barge through things safely and get a good galloping pace to charge or evade the threats of the world.
But together they taught Simba to embrace his wants, to let go of inhibitions and stop caring what others thought of him.  They danced across log bridges, they sang from the treetops, and they shared sumptuous feasts of the millions of bugs that scurried under their feet.  But always he thought back to Shenzi, and her wondrous immortal scent that so gripped his mind and filled his memories.
Years would pass as he grew into his teens, and with it came new urges that both confused and excited him.  His mane was starting to come in with tufts of crimson that caught the sun, his body grew with stronger legs and sharper teeth that Timon now fully trusted, even to the point of helping the lion clean them.
	"Uhh, Timon?" Simba asked with deeper voice.  "Can I ask ya something?"
	"Suuuure," the meerkat flossed his fangs with a leaf, "what's on yer mind, aside from your ears?"
	"Do you...you ever have thoughts about someone you once met, who you know is really dangerous but she just...you can't stop thinking about her?"
	"Uhhhhh, not sure?"
	"And then you get that thing coming out, you know the thing above your balls-"
	"Oh OHH, OHH JEEZ that!" Timon stepped back with hands up.  "That...awwww I knew this was gonna happen one day, gotta tell you about the birds and the bees!"
	"The what?" Simba sneered with sparkling fangs.  "We had bees yesterday-"
	"N-not THAT kinda bees you numbnuts, PUMBAA!"
	"MMRRRF?!"  The pig trotted out of the bushes with a leaf-platter of bugs.  "What's up, Timon?"
	"The uh, Junior needs a lesson in uh, grown-up stuff."
	"OH, oh, okay!"  Pumbaa flumped down with his food.  "When two folks love each other very much, they go somewhere private and have a li'l uhhhhh...special time!"
	"Like you and Timon do?" the lion rolled his eyes.  "I know about that!"
	"W-wait, you do?" the meerkat rubbed his hair.  "Wh-what, what kinda stuff?"
	"You know, when you tied him up with vines and smacked him with a stick covered in fire ants 'til his thing shoots all over you!"
	"Ohhh GAH, you saw that?!  I told you not to come round when me and Pumbaa are-okay first off it's called a dick, don't call it a thing, you're not a cub no more."
	"Timooon," Pumbaa nudged him, "it's okay if he knows, don't be mean."
	"I-i'm just not comfortable being perceived, alright?!" he threw up his hands.  "That's our special time!"
	"Sorry," Simba hung his head, "I won't look again, a-anyway that wasn't what I was asking."
	"It's not?"
	"I meant, what do you do if you can't stop thinking about someone who's dangerous, but you still wanna do stuff with her?"
	"Well, firstly," the meerkat spun and walked away, "we're talking about girls so we're out!"
	"Awwww it can't be all that different," Pumbaa shook his head, "do we know this girl, Simba?"
	"N-no," he sat back and rubbed his leg, "she was...from back home."
	"But you like her, dontcha?"
	"I...I don't know if I SHOULD, is the thing."
	"Well why not?!"
	"Cuz she isn't a lion, and also-"
	"OH, SERIOUSLY?!"  Timon spun back and marched up to him.  "Listen, I dunno what place you lived in, but we're telling ya right now, it is perfectly fine and normal to love someone outside your species!"
	"Yeah, absolutely!" Pumbaa nuzzled the cat.  "Love is free, no matter who it's with, I mean look at us!  We're nothing alike, but we been together for years!"
	"So it's...it's fine?" Simba smiled hopeful.  "That I like this hyena a lot and she makes me feel things I never felt?"
	"Of course!" Timon patted his paw.  "Long as she loves you and you love her who cares if she's a h-haaah, hyyyy-HYENA?!"
	"Yeah!"
The warthog and meerkat reeled back stiff as trees, their hairs shooting up with the same expression of icy fear.  Then they looked to each other with a regretful sigh, as Timon rolled his hands to juggle all his worries.
	"Okay, look Junior.  Nobody can tell you who you should love, but I WILL SAY, that you gotta be careful with those sorta feelings.  But as long as you trust her and she loves you back...I-i guess it's okay to be with a hyena, sh-she's not around here is she?"
	"Nope," the lion shook his head, "but I promised I'd go back to her, once I'm strong enough and old enough."
	"Awwww Timooooon," the pig snorted with fat tears, "he made a childhood pwomise to his sweetheart!"
	"Yeaaah yeah he's precious, is that all you wanted?" Timon walked off again.  "I got an appointment with my favourite spa, the sun is just right to heat it up with some bubbles!"
	"Really?" Pumbaa turned his head.  "I get bubbles in every bath I have!"
	"Of course you do."
	"A-actually, um," Simba rubbed the ground with his paw, "could you...c-could you teach me how do...that stuff?"
The meerkat palmed his face with a deep shudder, as he silently mouthed Pumbaa's exact words.
	"Of course we can!  We'd love to teach ya and be your first, Simba!"
	"Wait, first?!"  Timon spun round again.  "You're a...virgin?"
	"Y-yeah," Simba rubbed his short-haired mane, "I uh, never done that stuff."
	"Huh, I thought you lions started early.  Never had fun with a virgin before soooo alright, we'll teach ya!"

Night would soon fall for Simba's first time, as they found their favourite clearing with low-hanging vines and sturdy branches tucked to the side, as well as a small anthill hidden under a tree.  All the tools required for the couple's sultry activities as the warthog clambered into the vines and laid on his back to swing gently, before the meerkat scrabbled on top to tie his legs securely, and hang his body low to the ground whilst belly-side up.
Simba watched with a curious giggle as the hog's fat balls swished between his back legs, above a musky thick ass with ratty thin tail hanging down.  Timon rubbed his friend's sheath to get him a little excited, then beckoned Simba over before groping the teen lion.
	"Now the good thing about fingers," said the meerkat, "is I get to do stuff like this."
	"Wha-AH!" Simba squeaked.  "A-aaah...wow...what're you doing?"
	"Jerking you off, what you never rubbed yourself on a rock?"
	"U-uhhh...s-sometimes, but...never felt anyone t-touch me like that, e-except when my mom taught me to clean-"
	"Eh-EH, don't talk about family during sexy time, that's rule number one."
	"Okay, ha-aaaah!"
Simba felt Timon's fingers fiddle with his plums, savouring the soft sandy fur so warm against his palms.  They were bigger than he expected, as he worked his way up to the small sheath and fingered around the hole to see something peek out.  Pumbaa swayed in his bondage seat, relaxing best he could with anticipation as his own sheath swelled.
	"Don't worry," said the pig, "we're just gonna start slow, we won't do the weird stuff unless ya want."
	"Y-y-you mean with the fire ants?!" Simba lifted his tail.  "AAAH, T-timon, haah, your f-fingers are, mmmmph!"
	"Yeaaaah I get that a lot," the meerkat grinned, "helps me dig into all sortsa places to find juicy worms, SPEAKING of, hellooooo."
Stiffening from the teenager's sheath was a short slender cock, pulsing like a juicy red shoot as Timon gave a teasing lick to hear the lion shiver.  Then he sucked on it, finding a very salty taste and enjoying the sudden control he had over this growing predator.  Simba purred with a strange sound as his balls tightened up, slightly growing into Timon's throat by barely a few inches before he pulled back.
	"Mmmmhhh, not bad!"  He walked over to Pumbaas's ass.  "Li'l bigger than mine, so this'll be easy.  Now, you put it in his butt, I know I know, it's weird but-"
	"Okay."
	"-it's perfectly natural, it's just another hole that you-wait, what?"
	"I mean," Simba smirked, rubbing Pumbaa's gut, "I knew two lions back home who did stuff together, makes sense what hole they'd use."
	"Oh!  great!" Timon clapped his hands.  "Alright step on up and stuff that pig."
	"What."  Pumbaa frowned.
	"Sorry, MISTER pig, don't worry he may be tight but he loves it dry."
	"Go ahead, Simba!" the mister pig swished his tail.  "Just mount me nice and easy."
The lion carefully gripped the hog's belly with claws retracted, rubbing his fuzzy paws on the dark skin before he took a whiff of his ball sack, getting one of the two most iconic Pumbaa scents, the spicy one that he enjoyed.  Laying his upper body on the swine, Simba angled his dick for the hole and shoved himself in to make a soft whimper come from the pig.
	"O-oooh...haaah...thaaat's it, li'l guy."
	"Haaah...wow, you...you're really warm."
	"Now just buck your hips, go on, shove it in me all you want."
	"Okay, w-why the vines though?"
	"So I can't run away."
Pumbaa smiled wide with a devilish glint, as Timon fondled himself whilst watching the lion fuck his first.  The warthog panted from the small cock grinding against his walls, clumsy but fast with sudden stabs that hit his pungent folds in new and exciting ways.  The pig snorted with growing pleasure, as his shaft grew from his hairy sheath to be long and floppy, a big flat worm that drooled over his belly.
	"W-woah," gasped Simba, "you...yours is real big!"
	"Too big for me," Timon walked up, still jerking, "but maybe not for you, you interested?"
	"Um, c-can I?"
	"Sure," the hog nodded, "just, don't stop, haaaah, ooooh you little cutie stuff my ass good."
When the teenager leaned forwards to lap across the pork, Pumbaa squeaked at the rough feline tongue dragging across his sensitive spear.
	"OOOH, HAAH!"
	"What, did I mess up?!" the lion gasped.
	"N-no, noooo no no, d-do it again, do it again!"
Licking the cock once more, the lion was surprised by the hog's expression of twisted pleasure, a heaving smile with tearful eyes as his tongue raked over the sensitive ham.  He sputtered pre even thicker as Timon climbed up on the vines to lick it up, suckling the juicy bacon belly whilst Simba kept pounding away.  The lion gripped his back paws in the dirt and slammed harder with a surge of confidence, feeling the strangest new pleasure awaken in him.
The little black voice in the back of his mind whispered about Shenzi, wondering if she felt this tight or if she had more experience.  But he also heard rumours on what female hyenas had, and another idea grew beneath the mire of lust.  Pumbaa's moans however cut them off, bringing Simba's focus back to the swine as he stabbed every inch of the hog's rippling walls.
Both meerkat and lion would suck on the pole, Timon drinking from the source whilst Simba scraped the length to make it shoot harder and leave burn rashes over the skin that excited Pumbaa more.  Harder the teen pounded with what little he had, until the pig clenched tighter on his dick to make it spasm with a new sensation.  With a strangled yowl, he came hard with a trembling spurt, painting Pumbaa's folds whilst forgetting to keep his claws retracted.
	"O-OOOH, HOOO, THE CLAWS, SIMBA THE-WH-WHEEEEGH!
With a hoggish squeal he came hard from the sudden pain, the plucking of his pork from the lion's claws exciting him with pleasure-pain as he blasted Timon's face with hot jizz.  Simba sprayed his own seed into the depths, a drizzling spurt that was pathetic compared to Pumbaa's, but still pleased the warthog who rumbled with desire.  The meerkat struggled to swallow the hot cum but invited Simba to share, the cat licking up the salty milk with him.
	"Mmmmm," he purred, "wow it's...pretty good!"
	"Oh yeah," Timon snickered, "bacon milk's the best kind, can't get enough!"
	"Um, s-sorry about the claws," he pulled out of the pig, "it just happened."
	"Naaah nah nah nah don't worry, Pumbaa likes it.  In fact."  He grabbed Simba's tongue to inspect the texture.  "You might just be the sorta thing my bottom-boy's looking for!"
	"Bottom boy?"
	"Yeah, him!" Timon slapped Pumbaa's flank.  "He loves getting his ass beat around, he gets real hard when he's in pain."
	"But, why?"
	"Cuz it's fun!" the pig swung in his vines.  "When we play, Timon always gets to boss me around and do stuff that hurts in ways that I like!  And your tongue felt GOOD on my dick, I'd love to do that again!"
	"But doesn't it feel bad if it hurts?"
	"What, you never had a good pain?" Timon scrabbled down to Pumbaa's dripping rear.  "Not had a tweak in your back that made ya shiver in a fun way?"
	"Uhhh...m-maybe," Simba sat back on his haunches, "I'm not sure but, you seemed to like it."
	"And he's gonna love it better, now that I get your sloppy seconds."
The meerkat shoved into the drooling taint with his small prick, as Pumba moaned from the squishy sounds of cum drizzling down his tail.  Timon savoured the extra wet heat, smacking his tiny balls against the taint whilst Simba licked his own cock to clean up.  His seed tasted good and the scents of sex swarmed in his nostrils enough that he got hard again watching his two carers fuck.
Whilst Timon pummelled away, the lion could not resist sneaking beside Pumbaa to lick over his dick again and make him squeal once more.  From this little session alone, Simba learned everything about sex and how the right use of pain could amplify one's pleasure in the right moment.  Pumbaa let the smaller males pump his ass, teaching the youth how best to pleasure males and to be pleasured beneath them.
Timon would also get a chance to dom Simba, at the lion's behest to be in the vines for once and get stuffed by the small cock just to enjoy the feel of being bred.  He also demonstrated smooth sticks they used for sexual toys to spread their holes and savour the feel of, which helped the growing teen find even more bliss in gaping his ass.
The real test however would come one night, after a few months of riding dildos and squeezing his balls to get him accustomed to the sensation.  Rarely the warthog would be on top, but his fat slippery cock was too good a meal to resist as Simba was tied down by vines to relish the helplessness.
	"Alright little roary," the meerkat stood in front of him, "you're gonna be a good kitty, and no tongue, no matter how deep Pumbaa goes."
	"I won't," Simba nodded, "I'll be a good...k-kitty."
	"Thaaat's right, now open wiiiide."
The sight of a lion's maw would once have terrified him, but the hot breath rippling across his meat made Timon throb as he slipped past the teeth and watched Simba close his mouth.  The teenager pursed his lips and sucked carefully, keeping his tongue flat and letting Timon fuck his face, the meerkat grasping his whiskers to steady himself with a panting smirk.
Pumbaa however was at the rear, his favourite place to be as he pressed his thick nostrils to the sandy rump and breathed a thick fog across the pucker.  The lion shivered with a happy sound when he felt the thick tongue slobber across his ring, tickle his tailbase and then pump into his pink doughnut.  The lion had felt a tongue on his rear before but this was different, the way it wormed inside and twisted into his walls.
	"Mmmmmmh, boy," Timon giggled, "his mouth's a lot warmer than I thought, must be all that meat!"
	"M-mmmhhh, MUH!" Pumbaa gasped.  "And he taste good back here too!"
	"Yeah well he'll feel better on your dick, if this end's just as good."
The feline's whimpers excited them both when the hog shoved his tongue deep, tasting the richest depths of the virgin hole and savouring the tightness still there.  Despite some good training to prepare him, Pumbaa was still worried he was too large as he mounted the lion and pressed his writhing pork against the drooling hole.
It slipped in with some effort, the dick bending at the first few inches before it shoved through with a squeak from the lion.  Simba took a deep breath and tightened his jaw, keeping his fangs away from Timon's little nail stabbing between his lips whilst Pumbaa grinded his way in to those tight furry depths.  Despite how hard he was, the hog's spear was flexible enough to wriggle in and gorge itself against the walls before sliding deeper.
The warthog's weight was strangely comforting to the former prince, as Simba pushed back against with his tail flipped up to savour that burrowing lance.  It was incredible to feel, so hot and flexible, nothing like the strange wooden toys they had played around with.  The two humped in a mutual rhythm, slapping their balls both little and large against Simba's tethered body, the vines twisting on his limbs as he sighed deep, and thought of hakuna matata.  No worries, just let his body be.
	"Haaah, e-eeeeh!" Timon fucked faster.  "H-hohh jeez this kid's gonna blow me drier than a desert!"
	"MMMPH, not before he m-milks me good!" Pumbaa wheezed.  "OOOH, such a scrumptious little guy, yer growin' up real handsome yanno that?"
	"M-MMM, mmmhhmmm," mumbled Simba.
	"Never thought we'd have another partner, we're so lucky to have such a cutie!"
	"Y-yeah," the meerkat rubbed the teen's sprouting mane, "who knows he might even be more of a bottom than you!"
The two laughed with a shivering yelp-and-squeal as they came together, filling up the lion from both ends as Simba swallowed Timon's sweet semen but felt his gut bloat up from Pumbaa's jizz.  The warthog squealed with heavy breaths on his ear, his cum so thick that it bubbled out of the feline's rear and drizzled down his legs.
The lion prince slumped with a serene smile, as Timon pulled out and let a few drops paint his nose whilst Pumbaa wrenched his schlong free from the drooling rear.  The meerkat untied the restraints and they laid back in peace, with the cat rolling on his back and savouring the jizz dripping out his hole.
	"That was...f-fun," he wheezed, "you guys do this often?"
	"Ehhh, twice a month," the meerkat shrugged, "maybe three if it's colder."
	"So it's...okay to be a fema-um, bottom, for someone you got feelings for?"
	"Of course!" Pumbaa nuzzled him.  "Long as ya both like each other and wanna do stuff together, and ya both say yes-"
	"THAT'S the important part," Timon added.
	"-then it's fine, Simba!  You bottom for whoever ya wanna!"
	"And you're cute as a button!  Never thought I'd see a lion take my cock like a little kitten."
	"Well, i-it's fun!" said kitten giggled, batting his paws in the air.  "I liked that a lot more than being on top."
	"Fine by me!" Timon patted him.  "No one else ever had a lion LYING underneath them, HAAAhahaha!"
	"Never forget," Pumbaa smooched Simba's head, "we'll do anything to make our kitten happy."
The three laid back and savoured the jungle night, as the teen lion relished the musty scents of steaming sex surround him.

Life moved on as he grew older, blossoming into a magnificent adult.  His mane turned thick and lusciously red, his paws bigger than the meerkat's waist and his voice turning deep with a handsome growl.  But his carers were never scared, they couldn't be for how often he laid on his belly, getting spitroasted between them every month.
Even Pumbaa's usually submissive ways faded around Simba, gladly domming him most sessions to choke him on his fat pork, or gape his ass again with thickening cum.  But always he did it with Timon, the couple never apart in their sessions of turning the former prince into a milk-guzzling bitch.  Not a day went by when he wasn't smiling with his face dripping of seed, sucking and riding both the little and large.
It had been several years since he put his past behind him, and wrapped in the mire of lust he could barely want anything else.  Except for Her.  That rogueish smile and murderous look that still haunted his dreams, her scent of bone ash still mesmerising him.  He did not know how to go back however, until fate gave him a messenger when he smelt something familiar in the jungle.  Another lion.
The screams of his carers had alerted him just after he sensed the intruder, rushing through the leaves and lunging from the bush to slam into a peach ball of fur.  Even with all his submissive urges, or perhaps because of it, he was ready to strike the newcomer for daring to frighten Timon and Pumbaa, as the two lions rolled through the mud and he raised his paw with a vicious snarl.
	"S-...SIMBA?!"
A flashback to his childhood laid before him.  She was older, yes, her snout longer with bigger fangs and there was sludge now covering her face, but those eyes were unmistakeable.
	"N-...Nala?" he gasped.  "Is...is that you?"
	"I can't...I can't believe it," her smile grew, "I can't believe I found you."
In all his years he had barely thought of his old friend, and a sense of guilt rose up in him.  Here was a beautiful lioness, who stood up and walked round to admire Simba's now-muddied body.
	"You look so...different," her voice grew happier, "so strong, so-"
	"Yeah, it's been...it's been a long time," he blushed, "but what are you doing here?"
	"Woah woah woah, hold up!" Timon raised his hands.  "You know her.  She knows you.  But she wants to eat us, and everybody's okay with this!?"
	"Well I'm not letting her eat you," Simba licked his paw to clean himself, "this is Timon, that's Pumbaa, they been looking after me since I left."
	"Since you...left."  Nala sat back on her haunches to do the same.  "I um...sorry for that, thank you for keeping him safe."
	"Hakuna matata," Pumbaa nodded with a wide grin, "always glad to meet a friend o' Simba's!"
	"I knew you had to be alive," she turned to the lion, "I knew it, I heard the hyenas talking about you, the leader, she mentioned-"
	"Shenzi."  Simba whispered with widening eyes.  "I...I remember her."
	"She mentioned you ran through the desert to where the vultures flew, but Scar told us that you had died in the stampede.  That means you're...you're the king."
	"KING?!"  Timon scoffed, swaggering up.  "Okay, look, your head's a little muddy, like literally, but Simba here ain't king of nothing!"
	"He's the son of Mufasa!" she stood up straight.  "The King of the Pride Lands!"
	"Nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh, THIS palooka is our bottom-boy, there is NO WAY that he's a king!"
	"Timooon," Simba cringed, "don't call me that in front of her."
	"Why not?!  What's she to you, unless she-..."
The meerkat gawped as he looked back to Pumbaa.  The warthog also shared the same look as he trotted up and pulled Simba aside.
	"Is she the one?" he whispered.  "Your childhood promise?"
	"N-no, no," the lion shook his head, "she's just a friend, she-"
	"A speeecial friend?" Timon gritted his teeth.  "Cuz I told ya before, we know nothing about girls and we're proud of it!"
	"Guys, cool it!  She came all the way here to find me, I should hear her out, okay?"
	"...alright," he pointed an accusing finger, "but if I smell pussy on your breath, we're gonna have words, kitten."
	"Sh-shut uuuup!" the cat cackled nervously and scooted them off.  "I'll tell you about it later."
The pig and meerkat walked off to give the lions some space, despite Timon's suspicions as he pulled Pumbaa's ear.
	"You don't think that palooka's really a king, do ya?  Can you imagine?!  Our bottom-boy being royalty, and lifting his ass for us for years!?"
	"They grow up so fast," sniffled the hog, "one minute they're milking you dry, the next thing they're on a throne!"
	"They already were, YOUR throne that is!" Timon groped his friend's balls.
For the rest of that night, Nala explained all of the atrocities that Scar had committed.  Simba could not believe the fact his uncle had decimated the Pride Lands, ravaged the herds to produce wasteful meat which in turn broke down the Circle of Life.  All with the command of an entire horde of hyenas who kept his rule strict.
Of course he perked up whenever she mentioned the hyenas, especially their leader Shenzi whom he asked about constantly, what was her role and position in Scar's new regime.  Nala assumed he was readying to return as the rightful king, figuring all the angles to take down the pretender.  Simba remembered Shenzi's words when he ran from home, a smile growing more with each passing day.
	"So you'll come back?" his friend asked as they sat in a clearing.  "I know it's hard to leave this beautiful place but, we need you at home."
	"I know," Simba nodded, "I've been thinking about...it, for a long time, and I need to know.  I have to know."
	"Thank you," she nuzzled him, "I was so worried that you, you might have lost touch with things."
	"It's hard to forget things," he stood up, "I've been waiting for a sign, someone to tell me when it was time, and I'm glad it was you."
	"So when do we leave?"
	"As soon as we can," Simba swelled his chest, "I'm stronger now, strong enough to change things."
	"I'm glad to hear," she lifted herself up, "I knew you would, because of me."
	"Well, more like I...I...I promised."
His eyes looked away as she tried to meet his gaze.  Something was festering deep, making his limbs twitch and his mane fluster.  Only one thing made a male do that.
	"Is there...someone else?"
	"I-it's not important," he muttered.
	"Simba, please, you can tell me!"
	"It's silly, I, hah, you don't wanna hear."
	"I just learned my childhood friend survived across the desert to be raised by a warthog and a meerkat, what else is there?!"
	"Well, let's focus on taking down Scar," the king-to-be looked back.  "If we want to make this happen, we need a plan."
	"Yes," Nala rubbed his cheek, "anything I can do?  Just say and I'll do it."
	"Anything?" his eye glinted.  "Alright.  Promise me something.  Promise that whatever I do...you trust me, no matter what."
	"Of course I would!" the lioness beamed.  "You've always been my best friend and...well."
Her eyes glimmered with a new adult look, one that Simba did not give back as he nuzzled her instead.
	"I need Timon and Pumbaa," he said, "if we're taking down Scar, I need to make sure we win."
	"Wait, them?" she smirked.  "No offence, but, they were terrified of me."
	"True but, I'm still their little kitten."
	"THANK YOU!" Timon's voice cried from the bush.  "THE BOY'S STILL WITH US, HALLELUJAH!"
The lions broke out in laughter as a small relief from tension, before making their plans to depart.  The warthog and meerkat were frightened, but as they said themselves, they would do anything to make their kitten happy.  Charging back across the desert, through an optimal path of shade and ease that Timon discovered, they raced back to Simba's ancestral home in nearly half the time he had done as a child.
What he found was a wasteland, the once rolling greens of the ancient savannah now bleak in rigid stone.  Skeletons littered the land as zebras, gazelles and even elephant skulls sat beneath withered trees.  The smell of bones radiated through the land and made Simba shiver with the stirrings of lust, sensing her presence nearby as he gazed towards the great Pride Rock.  He was here.  His promise would come, and he would finally taste that forbidden fruit.
With a plan in paw, Simba and Nala worked their way through the hordes of hyenas with their superior hunting skills, skulking downwind and creeping to the base of the looming monolith from which all lions ruled.  With the lessons he learned of Timon's evasion and Pumbaa's strength, Simba bashed guards aside and knocked them unconscious, whilst the hog and meerkat played distraction by luring a great horde of mutts with some strange dances to far away.
In the depths of Pride Rock, snug within a warm cave of claustrophobic rock, he smelt her again.  He ordered Nala to rejoin the lionesses and set up the resistance, whilst he would "deal" with the hyena pack.  Once he was certain all the other dogs had left, he approached the vision of his dreams sitting on a plinth of the cavern.
	"No way," she smiled, "tell me I'm dreaming."
	"I thought I was," Simba smiled, "but you're still here."
	"HAH, sure am.  C'mere, lemme get a look at you."
Shenzi patted the stone as he trotted up like an obedient pup, the ferocity in his eyes suddenly gone with a shivering smile and gleaming smile.  The hyena was just as beautiful as he remembered, her three-pronged mane draped over her eyes of glimmering gold, that devilish grin that tempted him ever closer to darkness.
	"Look, at, you," she tutted, "all grown up so strong and handsome, spitting image of your dad."
	"You...you think so?"
	"Sure do.  And you came back, just like you promised."
	"I...I don't know why," Simba gulped, sitting back, "I know I have to stop Scar, I have to save the Pride Lands but-"
	"But you don't care about that really, do you?"  She slumped on her belly on the rock above him.  "You ran away cuz I told you to, cuz I let you live all them years back in the graveyard.  Remember what I said when you left?"
	"I'd do anything for you, if you let me leave," the lion panted, "I just...I really wanna know what it is about you that...that makes me feel this way."
	"Hmhmhm...good kitty."
That word sent a shiver down his spine, as thoughts of his sexual adventures twisted with Shenzi's scents in his mind.  She breathed on his face once more, that tantalising smoulder of bone-ash that tickled his whiskers and fogged his throat.  He reached up to nuzzle her, as Shenzi rubbed him back with tender licks across his cheek.
	"Tell me, little guy," she whispered, "why do you want me?"
	"I don't know," he murmured, "my heart feels all warm and sickly when I look at you, and-"
	"You just wanna get your dick wet in a nasty bitch," Shenzi leaned back with a sneer.  "Little prince like you hated us, just like your father, being told all your life the hyenas are just savage shits, chewing on bones in the outlands, even Scar thinks that and we still followed him cuz he was our best chance of a new life."
	"I never hated you."  Simba took a deep breath.  "When we first met, you scared me, but then I...smelled you.  It was the strangest thing but it made me not...hate you."
	"Really?"  The hyena cocked her head.  "How much do you not hate me?  Would you give me everything?"
	"Y-yes...everything, please let me...touch you."
She leapt down from her plinth and nuzzled against his face.  He was much bigger than her, a good two feet longer but the way he balked at her touch with a trembling purr made her excited.  She nibbled at his ear and licked across his whiskers, slinked to his behind to bite at his balls with a firm pull to make him whimper.
	"You get rid of Scar," she growled, "I'll let you taste as much of me as you want.."
	"N-nnnngh, haaah," the kitten bit his lip, "yes, absolutely."
	"You know my pack won't wanna leave, right?  You want me, you have them stay."
	"Yes, yes, I don't want you to leave, I can't leave you again!"
	"That's good."  Shenzi circled back to his face.  "Scar's waiting at the top, his back right leg's a little fucked from a tumble he had, and I know his dirty little secret about how he got rid of you."
	"What?"
	"Your dad.  He's the one who killed him, threw him off a cliff into the wildebeest."
	"H-he......no."  Simba's eyes tightened with shock as his lust briefly rescinded.  "He really-"
	"Tell him the words 'long live the king'.  See what happens, you'll know I'm telling the truth."
She walked back up to her pulpit and slumped in waiting, watching the lion take his leave with a sudden anger welling inside him.  He remembered the lies Scar had told him, that his father died because of him and the longer he ran up towards the throne, the more furious he became.  The lust in his body became fuel for his rage, charging up the cliff as a cloud of thunder came behind him.
Sparks of lightning shot forth across the land, setting the Pride Lands alight in a sea of flames.  Trees burned and twisted their already-gnarled roots, the barren savannah ripped through with scars of ember to paint the Pride Rocks in a deep orange.  Amongst the rising inferno, Simba challenged Scar at last and demanded to take back his right.  Of course the pretender tried to twist his doubts, dragging back the memory of his father.
But then Simba spoke Shenzi's words, and his uncle balked.  His long face pulled even further in fright, his power lost over the one threat he still had.  Everything rushed to Simba at once as Scar pleaded for mercy, tried to trick him to the edge to push him over.  But he had promised Shenzi to not fail, and with a mighty grab-and-toss, hurled the usurper to the depths below, into the waiting pit of hyenas.
Shenzi watched the spectacle unfold and commanded her pack to devour.  The first taste of her promise fulfilled not to her new pet, but to her beloved mutts who had long waited for the most sumptuous, the most rare and victorious of meals a hyena could ever have.  And Scar's body would not be the last, picked clean until his skull glimmered in the flames.
The fires summoned the rain to wash through the Pride Lands.  The Circle of Life was slowly restored as the grasses swept back across the plains, the lions reasserted themselves, and the son of Mufasa stood above all.  But only for so long, when after the world had righted itself, and the herds returned once more, Simba began to fulfil his promise.
	"You...what?" Nala cocked her head.
	"Shenzi's the reason I'm still alive," Simba admitted, "she and I have been planning this."
	"I...are you serious?"  She paced around their cavern home.  "You made plans with a hyena to overthrow your uncle?"
	"It took a long while, I know, it was risky for both me and her.  She could have killed me after my father's death, but she had other ideas, she knew we could take down Scar together."
	"But, why?  She was working for him, she slaughtered so many creatures under his orders!"
	"I'm not saying I agree with all her methods," he put up a paw, "but she was the one who told me that Scar killed my father, she was the one who told me his weakness.  We wouldn't have gotten the Pride Lands back without her, we owe her that."
	"Are you sure about this?" the lioness grimaced.  "I know you're the king now, but I'm just worried."
	"At least talk to her.  We owe her that."
She relented to his firm stare, as His Majesty brought in the barbaric leader of the hyenas.  Nala recognised her from many years back, that constant sneer with wicked eyes that so nearly ended  her best friend's life.  But something had changed in the brute, her eyes softening towards Simba who gave her the same look back.  And it was then the lioness understood with one surging truth.
	"Shenzi, this is Nala," the king introduced them, "she's the consort queen of the pack."
	"Welcome to our home, officially," Nala bowed, "Simba has explained to me about your...relationship."
	"Sorry 'bout all the hassle," the hyena bowed back, "you know how much an ass Scar was, you know he did a whole-ass song about himself when training us?"
	"Singing does tend to run in Simba's family."
	"Ohhhh, does his Majesty got pipes too?"
	"Yes," the lion smirked and rolled his eyes, "but I'm not going to subject you to that."
	"Awww I bet you can sing pretty good," Shenzi flumped on her rear, "I known plenty ways to make a guy sing."
Her smile grew as Simba struggled to hold his expression.  Nala only grew more shocked, but the look on his face made her start to giggle.
	"Well, anyways," the lioness continued, "Simba told me you wished to stay in the Pride Lands, yes?"
	"And being the righteous king, he gotta honour that, don't he?" the mutt winked at him.  "I coulda done whut Scar wanted and kill him, but thought...nah, this don't feel right, like yeah I'll still get sumthin' good for my pack, but Scar shouldn't last forever."
	"Well, we thank you for your wisdom," Nala bowed, "and I personally thank you for sparing Simba's life, you put yourself at risk I understand."
	"Haha, thank you, ma'am."  Shenzi bowed back back.  "Nice to see a lady with manners, not seen one since my momma passed away."
	"Ohh, and why do you say that?"
	"Cuz I got my daddy's face, HAHAA!"
	"HAH, hahaha, oh you're terrible!" she blushed at her outburst before clearing her throat.  "We would be happy to negotiate something wi-"
	"Awwww c'mon your highness!" the hyena sidled up to her.  "Look, I know I done some bad shit, I know, and I'm here to make amends, I just want whut's best for my pack.  But we don't gotta be so formal, we could be gal pals."
	"P-pals?  I've never...had a hyena for a pal."
	"An' I never had a lion for a friend...least 'til Simba."
She looked back with a growing grin, flustering the king's mane when he saw her tail lift just a little to show something twitch and grow.
	"Why don't I introduce you to the other ladies?"  Nala motioned her to follow.  "If Simba trusts you, then we should trust you too."
	"Right, trust!" the hyena trotted after.  "Besides we all know who really runs these lands, who brought Simba back?"
	"Oh, you heard about that?"
	"Lemme tell you it don't matter how big your mane is, too much hair's gonna clog that brain am I right?"
	"HaHAH, ahahaha, ohhh I can't believe how different you are after everything!"
	"I'm a girl of many faces!" Shenzi bumped her gently.  "Can't be like this around all my stinky boys, I got a rep to maintain."
	"Well I did wonder why you um," she rolled her paw mid-step, "why you were cleaner than the others."
	"Two words.  Bone dust.  S'a lot more hygienic than ya think, and it's too dry for bugs to cling on to!"
	"Really?!" Nala gasped.  "You're kidding."
	"Nah nah, for real, crunch  them up an' roll around, I'll show ya!"
Simba watched the two girls bond quick, thanks to Shenzi's natural charm and sultry wiles that soon fascinated the other lions.  The hyena explained how rough life in the Outlands were, and how her pack had been essentially taken advantage by Scar out of desperation.  But things would be different, if they just had some place to live where the light touches.
She never begged nor sobbed her story, never asked for sympathy with a strong determinate aura of respect.  Over the next few days, she barked at her mutts to fall in line and show her absolute power over them, ensuring they would not take any more meat than necessary, if given their own patch.  Of course this required Simba to inform every single herd of animals who were skeptical at first, but the new king's patience and kindness echoed his father's words.  Even the hyenas had a place in the Circle of Life.
But Shenzi's place was somewhere else, higher than that as Simba would attest.  After finally resetting the foundations of the Pride Lands' pecking order, the king would receive the hyena in his chambers with no one allowed to disturb them.  Simba could barely contain himself, so frantically pent-up that it took all his strength to not whore himself there and then.
	"You really went and did it," Shenzi chuckled, "not that I doubted you, just surprised we got here."
	"I don't break promises," he replied, "and you did good on your word with Scar so...may I?"
	"Heh...alright."
She sauntered up to him with a long lick of her lips, savouring His Majesty's presence so humble before her as she licked across his face.  That same breath came back again, his nostrils flared and his spirit soaring with her dusted scents and that strange allure of her savage ways.  Her tongue was so much smoother than his mother's, thick and floppy, leaving lines of drool on his snout to make him shiver.
He nuzzled against her rough-shod cheeks, giving tender licks across her neck and brushing down her sides to taste that gritty flavour.  The mutt giggled at his tongue tickling her hairs, as he worked his way down towards her juicy hips where her scent was strongest.  So many years he had waited to get a whiff of her thickening odour, her ragged short tail fanning the musk towards him as he gazed upon her dark pussy.
	"Like whut you see?" Shenzi lifted her tail.  "It tastes even better, but you ain't mounting me."
	"You don't want me to?" Simba whimpered.
	"Nah, cuz I got a better idea.  But you better eat up first."
Two holes presented themselves, a black puffing doughnut and a luscious pair of wrinkled lips.  Her scent was incredible, the deepest shudder of a musty aroma that sent his small lion cock throbbing out of its sheath.  He pressed his snout to the pucker and pushed his tongue in to savour her depths, being slow and cautious with his sandpaper tongue to excite the mutt in all the right ways.
Shenzi made a gasping giggle at the strange sensation, as her eyes fluttered with a moan and she pushed herself back against to let him go deeper.  The royal pumped his tongue with gentle swirls, grinding into the depths to find her sensitive spots and make her cunt flare out.
	"O-ohhh...ohhhh, damn li'l kitten learned real fast, huh?"
	"M-mmmhmm," Simba gasped, "I uh, I learned from some friends, who raised me in the desert."
	"Lemme guess, the pig and the meerkat?"
	"That's uh, mister pig."
	"Hmhmhm, alright, MISTER pig."  She fwipped her tail on his eyes.  "You enjoying dessert, big boy?"
	"Mmmm, yes," the lion plucked his tongue on her taint, "I can do something better though."
	"Whut, whutsat s'posed to-O-OOOOOH!  HOOOHAHA, AAH!"
She cackled in surprise when his deep purr rumbled down her depths, vibrating her anal walls and making her belly quiver in a newfound joy.  Her head shook in delight with orgasmic eyes as her pussy grew larger, somehow extending with a slow fleshy drip from the clitoris.  Simba lost himself in her taste and kept purring louder to make her folds shudder faster, before he popped free and slipped down to her forbidden snatch.
It was so different to lions in shape and texture, more loose and hanging as he pressed his nose into her twitching puss and took the deepest breath.  It spoke of all his forbidden desires coming to a heat as he panted on her lips, mumbling with soft laps of his tongue around the sides whilst something thickened against his snout.  Something hard, leathery and long that hung down thicker from her labia.
	"Mmmmhhh...ohhh damn you taste so good," he whispered.
	"I feel even better," Shenzi chuckled, "when I'm inside you, that is."
	"But, wait, what do you mean?"
	"Look between my legs."
The hyena looked back with a dirty chuckle, seeing Simba's face widen at the strange proboscis extending from the bottom of her pussy.  It looked like a penis, smelled like one too, and a daring lick across the base was very close to one.
	"How...how are you, but-"
	"You ever wonder why hyenas got girls leading them?" she shook her rump.  "Cuz we got both parts, I'm what you call a superior species."
	"I've never...seen anyone with both parts."
	"That's cuz you ain't never known a hyena.  Now get to sucking."
After all his time with Timon and Pumbaa, he had grown well-accustomed to pleasuring a dick.  Shenzi rolled on her side to give him better access, watching the king bow his head and curl his tongue towards the swelling glans of her pseudopenis.  It tasted rubbery and strange, like the dried flesh of an old wildebeest but with the added musk of Shenzi's strength.
That enchanting aroma of bone grit and dusty fur had long pervaded Simba, but now he could drink it from the source at last.  He nursed on her pulsing shaft that grew longer and harder, a bold beastly thing that resembled a miniature zebra's staff with a flaring head that rubbed into his throat.  It wasn't quite as thick as Pumbaa's, nor as warm strangely, but that only meant Simba was able to deepthroat Shenzi better.
The hyena giggled at the sight of Simba sucking her off, the ruler of the Pride now slobbering on her meat with reckless abandon and helpless whimpers.  His tongue was heavenly, soft yet grating like a feathery brush all down her length that the kitty fluffed with pumping throat.  His whiskers trembled at her spicy scent, strengthening, culminating in his brain as Shenzi got a good look at the stiffy throbbing from his rear.
	"Daaaamn," she tittered, "poor Nala, she gotta deal with that little thing?!"
	"M-mmmmhh, mmmmh!"
	"I mean she and I are getting along great, I could keep her happy if you finding yourself uh...struggling.  That way you could focus on other stuff like uhhh...well, I seen the way you looked at them zebras, specially whut they got dangling 'tween their legs."
	"MMMMH!" Simba pulled off her cock.  "I-i was just making sure they were...still healthy!"
	"Awww I bet you were, you know a king's gotta make sure ALL his subjects are pleased, like you doing now."
	"I uh, I guess that's true," he kept licking away, "you taste really good."
	"And I'm all ready for you to feel it," she tapped him with a paw, "get on your belly, lessee how good a kitty you are."
The lion king trembled with a giddy meow, laying on his belly and hiking up his tail to present his well-used hole.  The hyena grinned wide as she sniffed around the pucker, smelling the traces of hog and meerkat jizz as she mounted him slow and pressed her shaft into the pucker.  His tightness was delightful, that sandy fur rubbing against her sides as she flumped herself on top and dug her dick into his hole.
	"A-AAAH!  Haaaah, y-yes!" Simba wheezed.  "Sh-shenzi...ohhh finally."
	"Heheh, heh, damn you slut," the mutt pushed in deeper, "you ain't even pushing back, someone trained you good."
	"Yeah, I...mmmph, I like being the uh, bottom."
	"Oh I could tell, don't worry, we gotta prep you for the other herds to show their respect."
	"O-other herds?"
His eyes bulged with so many prospects as Shenzi moaned from his clenching rear, the powerful haunches of a lion sucking her off with blissful strength.  She panted against his ear, shedding her dust across his back with each thrust before she hilted with ease, grinding against his regal folds and trying to find his special spot.  With her expertise as she poked out her tongue, she felt a trembling bulge as Simba yelped with a hot blush.
	"Oooooh, there it is!  Now you better purr for me good, kitty...you been waiting all your life for your new queen."
	"H-haaah, AAAAH!  O-OHHH, Shenzi!  AAAAH!"
The outlander started pumping, her tail swishing behind as she picked up her pace and hammered the royal rump.  His body was so sturdy with such rippling muscle, that she could pound him hard as she wanted with a breathless cackle.  Her sceptre rubbed every inch of his walls as her pussy quivered from each throb of her dick, dripping down between her legs as she nibbled on Simba's neck.
So excited he was by her teeth and her ghastly breath that he started preing on the cave floor.  Hammering faster into the regal hole, the hyena cackled with eyes rolled up as her pseudodick flexed inside him.  It was almost indistinguishable from a cock like Pumbaa's, just reaching a little deeper to make him shoot a little harder.
Simba had never felt this dirty in his life, and what a wondrous filth it was to be smothered in hyena scent as she licked and nipped and nuzzled his fur, marking him as her own with her tongue scraping over the whiskers to tickle him even more.  His balls tightened up in anticipation, sputtering thicker drops into a puddle as Shenzi fucked him faster, drilling him further than anyone had done yet.  Something shuddered through her spear as she dribbled all over his insides, her rasping voice thickening on his mane as her cunt clenched its tightest.
Finally she came and filled up her bitch, a wondrous swell of femjizz that was so strangely different from the usual male spunk.  It was less thick and gloopy, a watery gush that drizzled out of Simba's ass when he came in turn with a rumbling mew.  Sputtering his royal seed onto the ground, his ass tightened for his queen who made a laughing pant in his ear, grinding the last few spurts before she dismounted.
	"Yeaaaah bitch," she snickered with a tender bite, "how wuz that?  Wuz that everything you hoped for?"
	"Yes," Simba sighed, "it was...I've never wanted anything more than you."
	"Good kitty.  Now, how about we get to work putting this kingdom where it should be?"

Ever since that night they finally mated, Simba followed her around like a puppy, trying his best to keep appearances but always blushing from her wild grin.  Nala could not help but be a little disappointed that he chose someone else, but a few nights with Shenzi made her realise everything.  The hyenas were given a place as promised in the Pride Lands, a large rocky formation on the eastern plains where their leader guided them with cautious hunger, assuring them to bide their time and all would be well.
At the same time she sluttified Simba, making him more hungry for her cock every week with a good facefucking or an anal breeding.  The lionesses all knew of this eventually, and while they found it strange or perhaps unseemly for a king, his delegation of duty was exceptional in bringing back all the herds and personally meeting each of their leaders.  Then Simba had a more unusual idea, as an apology on behalf of the Lion Pride as he brought Nala and Shenzi to the zebras one sunny morn.
	"I've come to make an offer," said Simba to the equines, "for your emancipation, I've decided that as king I should be subject to my...subjects.  I would like to offer my body to you, and all the other herds in the Pride Lands as your personal pleasure."
	"Pleasure?" the zebra snorted down at him.  "What sort of pleasure?"
	"S-...sexual," the king tried not to blush, "I think after all you've been through, I should take the weight of my family's sins and be enslaved to your needs."
	"Wh-what?!" Nala reeled back.  "S-simba, are you really offerin-"
	"That sounds a hella good idea!" Shenzi crowed.  "I mean, you don't have to, but if a king is offering to relieve you, why not take it?!"
	"Didn't you work for the last king?" scoffed one equine.
	"Forced to, cuz I had no food, no rights, nothing, I had to do whut wuz best for my pack.  But now it's all good, and we'll behave cuz we have whut we need."
	"And you," the largest zebra trotted up to Simba, "you are offering your whole body to serve us?"
	"Exactly," the king bowed, "I would be honoured."
	"Well...if His Majesty himself is offering his arse, how rude would it be to refuse."
The stallions smirked as their leader spread his legs, allowing Simba to crawl underneath and sniff at the thick black sheath.  It was a powerful scent, a raw masculine energy that made him shiver as he pressed into the fat balls, huffing the strong deep odour that smogged his nostrils.  The zebra prince chuckled with surprise as his subjects watched in fascination at the king lapping away, dragging tongue across the sack to tickle the zebra's nerves and make him snort in delight.
Slowly his cock would emerge in a long meaty drip, flopping over Simba's face with a spicy musk that made his eyes fog in lust.  He slurped the head into his mouth and sucked on it greedily, gulping the first few inches down and closing his eyes to savour the taste.  It was strange how he had eaten zebra before, but to hold the living meat in his mouth and experience every inch of the scent was exciting.
	"Ohhhh goodness," the stallion huffed, "never thought I'd live to see the day the king would suck my dick."
	"He's really doing it," gasped another zebra, "he's actually sucking Prince Sefu off!"
	"Things really are looking up!" a third equine giggled.  "Could we use any part of him?"
	"Let's ask His Majesty," Sefu tapped the king's rear, "raise your tail if you'll let us use it."
Simba did thusly, much to Nala and Shenzi's surprise whose faces looked on like Tragedy and Comedy.  The hyena grinned wide as the lioness sputtered from seeing another zebra bend down to sniff Simba's rear and start slurping with his long tongue.  The lion kept swallowing the fat black dick, his throat bulging as the sceptre swelled to harden fully in his gullet and threaten to choke him.  But His Majesty kept pumping, puffing his cheeks and flaring his nostrils to savour the zebra's scent.
	"I can't believe this," the lioness shook her head, "I never thought he would be so much of...of-"
	"A slut?" the hyena giggled.  "He's happy ain't he?!  You wanna blame someone, blame that couple who raised him."
	"He was happy with them...and the herds would be happy too."
	"And yanno, just saying but, you seeing how big that dick is?  You never thought about it?"
	"UH, wh-what?!" Nala blushed, putting up a paw.  "I-i-i never, I-...u-um-"
	"Hey-ey, girl, it's cool I get it," Shenzi patted her, "sometimes you wanna take a leap, look they ain't judging him, they get along fine, no one'd bat an eye if you wanted to get in."
	"Mmmm...well, I'm not a king, more of a queen consort, I still have a duty-"
	"And his duty's going good."
She pointed at Simba sucking halfway down the cock before he suffocated, as Sefu stepped back to pull his shaft free and watched his attendants rim the lion's rear.  They smiled with a whinnying laugh at how easy it was to suck and slurp into his walls, tasting someone else's cum inside already and needing little prep before the stallion ordered:
	"Turn yourself round and show me that royal hole.  If you're so eager to make amends, I'd rather have proof of your willingness."
	"Of course," Simba turned round and hiked his tail, "what sort of king would I be if I didn't show committance?"
	"Hmhmhm, indeed."
Sefu marched up and took aim with his spear, hooking beneath the king's tail to slide into the slippery pucker.  It was still a tight fit for his flaring glans but the ticklish hairs of that rough sandy fur excited him as he pushed in deeper, hearing the snarling hiss of the kitty who clawed the ground.
	"Hah, hahah, you really are making amends for your kind, hmm?!" the stallion pushed harder.  "Ohhhh fuck your ass is tight, and it's so well-prepped, you've been training up for me, haven't you?!"
	"J-just, NNNNGH!" Simba growled with whimpering mew.  "A king has to always...b-be ready to serve his people, no matter what."
	"And I'm one of...YOUR people?"
	"I belong to the Pride Lands.  Not the other way round."
	"Hahot damn," another zebra giggled, "he's taking Sefu like a bitch!"
	"A real good bitch," said the third, marching over, "maybe he should clean us too."
	"Sounds good to me," Sefu snorted, "nnnngh, haaah, damn this kitty's ass is sucking me off like a foal."
One of the other males flumped down in front of Simba, laying on his side to expose his fat nuts for the king to slobber and sniff and bask himself with.  The horse musk was enchanting, an earthy stench that smothered his senses and buried it deep in their lustre.  The mighty cock started to pump his rear, stretching him wide as Simba heaved and pushed himself back to try and hilt sooner before the gape was too much.
His shriek excited the herd of zebras, more of whom started crowding around with an insatiable lust thickening in the air.  Their cocks slung out in droves and dripped out of the king's reach, as the equines watched his pathetic whimpering with reaching tongue for the tantalising shafts.  Sefu then had an idea, tapping his hoof on Simba's head.
	"Get up and walk to that rock.  Can't have you not using your mouth, right your Majesty?"
With the lance still buried in his ass, the lion walked towards a large stone and slumped himself over it like a rug, with the zebra prince fucking him each step of the way to feel that grind in the furry gut.  Once he was in position, the other zebras could offer their cocks more easily, letting the king slurp one in his mouth and pump his throat nicely.
Sefu also had the chance to mount him proper, his front hooves gripping the rock as he bucked up into the regal rear.  His balls whacked the sandy rump with stinging claps that everyone heard, the flexing creak of that beastly harpoon exciting the other stallions who tried to bunch up around Simba's head to let him taste five cocks at once, a sea of stripes formed by several zebras pushing their asses together in a circle above him.
All around him he was swamped with the scent of horses, thick musty grass-like odours clouding his head and wrapping him in delicious cock-aroma.  So enraptured he was that he didn't even notice Nala sneak up close to suck on one of the herd, lapping across a pair of hefty balls with a dripping cunt behind her.  When his eyes managed to focus beyond the cock in his mouth, he mrowled in surprise as their eyes met briefly.  She gave a coquettish shrug in a "if-you-can't-beat-them-join-them" sort of way as he chuckled, sucking the dick deeper until it hardened fully.
Shenzi watched all of this with a gleeful grin, laying back on her haunches to stroke her spade and feel her pseudodick slip out to rub between her toes.  This was it, she thought, her dream starting to awaken as she watched the two most powerful lions submit to their own prey and subjects, whoring themselves on thick black zebra dick.  Her smile grew ever wider from their rising moans, with even Nala losing her senses to the luscious schlongs.
The zebras whooped and whinnied for their prince to keep pounding, his cock only able to get halfway in with a hard bend of its rubbery girth whilst Simba's belly swelled with fattening milk.  Sefu shuddered in delight as he came at last, spurting a hefty gallon of jizz that drenched down Simba's legs much like the cum that soon flooded his throat.  The swelling shudder of veins against his teeth excited him all the more as he struggled not to choke when it overflowed down his chin.
	"A-AAAH, AAAAAGH!  T-TAKE IT YOUR MAJESTY, T-TAKE MY FAT ZEBRA COCK LIKE THE MARE YOU ARE!"
	"M-MMMRRRH, HRRRRM!"
He whimpered in glee at such degradation, his eyes rolling up as the other zebras round him grew harder with one pulling out his mouth and another shoving down his throat.  The one Nala pleasured also came in turn thanks to her silky throat, not as experienced as her king but managing to scrape that glossy spear just enough to make it pump deep in her stomach.
The next hour passed with each of the stallions getting their fill, fucking the king and queen consort at both ends with their flexing spears that gaped their throats and pumped their rears to a cummy splill.  Nala soon shared her friend's expression, their mouths drenched with semen and their eyes rolled up in orgasmic bliss.
Their faces were coated in rich zebra sweat, dripping off their balls to smother the lions in their superior musk.  By the time they were done, Shenzi had cum twice with a sputtering from her pseudodick, painting her chest at the sight of her plan coming closer to fruition.  Once the herd was done emptying their cocks, they left the royal pair covered in jizz with stupid smiles and foggy brains, as Shenzi walked over to them.
	"Damn," she cackled, "never seen them zebras look happier 'til you came along."
	"H-haaaah...haaah, you think so?" gasped Simba, laying on his back.
	"Ohoh yeah, you gonna be the best king ever if you keep that up!"
	"Should...should we?" Nala whimpered on her side.  "It felt good but also a little...beneath us."
	"Who cares?!" the hyena swaggered.  "You want folks to trust you, don't be so high an' mighty, show 'em you just as much love to fuck around as they do!"
	"I guess," the king muttered, "they seemed really happy, like nothing even happened."
	"A king's gotta serve the land," her smile grew wider, "how 'bout I set up some more appointments for you?"

Over the course of the next month, Shenzi orchestrated Simba's descent to lust and submission.  He would be fucked by cheetahs, pounded by baboons and drenched in elephant seed.  He would suck off crocodiles and let warthogs breed him, whilst giraffes drilled him with dicks as long as their necks.  Nala would join him in servicing jackals, and soon the other lions would become part of "Kuunganishwa", or "The Bonding" as they called it.
Across the Pride Lands there was always a sandy hole to be filled where Simba, Nala or their confidants were fucked relentless.  Every cock pumped their holes as their tongues dove into every pussy.  Hyenas would suck them off or hammer their pussies, ravaging the felines to cock-craving destitution.  But the Pride Lands did not suffer, the grass still remained green and the trees blossomed beneath the sun whilst Shenzi stepped closer to ascension.
By the time her plan was complete, Simba was a cum-brained mess of a king who struggled to perform his duties between croc meat stuffing his ass and zebra dick down his throat.  None of the other lions were able to step up, and more and more Shenzi would be relied upon to carry out his duties in managing tribes or debating the rights of grazing.  There were rumours that Shenzi was the "true queen" which then became theory, and soon turned into fact when Simba one day stepped up to the peak of Pride Rock.
	"TO ALL OF THE PRIDE LANDS!" he proclaimed.  "I have decided that, a-aaah, I, my duties as king have become too g-great and, haaah!  AAAAH!  I require some f-further assistance for the remainder of my r-reign, OHHH!"
As he said this, Shenzi was fucking him in front of every tribe, his face wracked in bliss to the bemusement of his subjects.  The elephants brayed with laughter, the zebras whinnied in derision, and the baboons whooped whilst jerking themselves off at the display.
	"A-as you know, I-i-i have been spreading the practice of Kuunganishwa, to strengthen our bonds after the days of darkness.  And, h-haaah, I wish to make it an official...s-stance, for as long as lions live."
	"HOW LONG'S THAT GONNA BE?!" shouted a gnu.  "YOU MIGHT DROWN IN OUR JIZZ BEFORE THEN!"
The crowd laughed as he put up a paw, still smiling as the hyena pounded his hole.
	"I know, I-i know, haaaah, my methods are unusual.  But you have all been much happier, the Pride Lands show that it can outgrow beyond the needs of even a pride.  That...haaah, that is why...I have decided to officiate She-A-AAAH!  Shenzi!  OHHH SHENZI!"
	"Thassit bitch," she fucked him faster, "say my name,  tell 'em all where I belong."
	"SH-SHENZI, A-AAAH, SHENZI, OHHH PRAISE SHENZI, YOUR NEW QUEEN OF THE PRIDE LANDS!"
A gasp flooded through the audience but not unwelcome, as the new queen pumped her subject full of her luscious seed.  In a singular cry of ovation, the animals cheered with whoops and bellows as the hyena crowed with cackling euphoria.
	"MY FIRST DECREE!" began Shenzi as she grinded her hips.  "You all know that the lions have been more trouble than they worth, and in that short time they decide to whore themselves as servants, they made you all happier in a month than in six generations, right?!"
	"YEAAAAH!"
	"So I think, why even bother with them anymore?!  They don't mind being your whores but imagine the power you get from scrubbing out some muggy bloodline that thinks they're so fancy!  They always been saying it was THEIR kingdom, but Simba here got it right!  It's OUR kingdom, all of us, you, you and all o' yous!  So why don't we give our former king a real abdication to remember?"
Simba whistled on command as all of the lions came marching out amongst the herds, covered in scars and their fur all tattered with clumps of dry seed, the sorriest-looking bunch of cats that shambled through the gazelles and wildebeests who smirked and winked with lurid tongues and hooting calls.  The felines blushed with tails raised, showing their well-fucked holes and their scraped-up pussies from the youngest teens to the oldest matriarchs.
Without even asking, the lions went to each separate herd and presented themselves for using, as animals lined up to spitroast them once again.  Simba was still at the top of the rock, where Nala soon joined him accompanied by Shenzi's closest friends.  Years ago they had been the most terrifying twosome when she was young, but now in the light of a new dawn they seemed such cheerful rogues.
Banzai had a rounded head and a resting bitch face, a natural pout that always flipped when Shenzi smiled.  Then there was Ed, his wall-eyed manic grin and his constant hanging tongue that gave him a carefree expression, until he started laughing with devilish glee.
	"Look at them," Simba sighed, "everything their cum touches, is their kingdom."
	"It certainly is," his friend chuckled, "I'm so glad you convinced us to do this."
	"Thank Shenzi for helping me, she's really come through bringing this place back."
	"Everyone's so happy too!  I'd never have thought they would be so eager for this."
	"Ya make pretty good whores," Banzai cackled, "never woulda thought we'd be standin' here, ready to fuck you sandy-furred bitches off the face o' the earth!"
	"KHEEEEHEEHAHAHAAAAA!" Ed shrieked and clapped his paws.  "Uhuhuhuuuhuu!"
	"Yeah you said it!" Shenzi kept fucking Simba's ass.  "Now, your former Majesty, howsabout you say good riddance?"
	"Yessss," her bitch shivered, "I've been waiting so long."
	"Good kitten," she licked his mane.
Nala presented herself to Banzai and Ed who shuffled close, sniffing over her body with a long lick of their fangs before the wall-eyed yeen mounted her face, and his partner took her cunt.  In full view of their audience she was fucked at both ends, pummelled with thick hyena balls that whapped her cheeks and rear, whilst Simba was still being bred by the new queen.
	"OHHH YEAH!" Banzai huffed.  "Damn her fuckin' cunt's better than Ed's sloppy-ass face."
	"HEEHEE, KHAHAH!"
	"M-MMMMPH, M-MMRRRLK!" Nala panted between thrusts.  "O-OHHH, S-simba, I'm so happy-G-GLRRK, NNNNMMPH!  P-please, tell them, tell them what we are!" 
	"ATTENTION ALL!" Simba proclaimed again.  "MY PRIDE ARE YOURS TO USE AS YOU PLEASE, BREED US HARD AS YOU WANT UNTIL OUR LAST BREATH!  THE AGE OF LIONS IS OVER, AT LONG LAST!"
	"YES, YES!"
Her last words rang through his ears when the chaos ensued, as the savannah cried in joy and began the great Kuunganishwa.  Zebras pinned their new slaves down and ruthlessly fucked with their entire dicks, punching through guts and tearing their stomachs with reckless abandon as lions howled in bliss.  Blood dripped out of their throats and dribbled out their rears, the light fading from their eyes with such powerful fury that their bellies bloated with organs shoved and crushed under the mighty stallion cocks.
The wildebeest had thinner cocks but lined up in a queue to fuck-pump their lioness one after the other, ruining one through sheer exhaustion as they pumped them full and then walked over them, their cocks drooling across the whores' backs as more lined up.  One lioness pleased the entire herd, but they never noticed nor cared she would collapse from fatigue as they fucked her unconscious, and then further into death.
The rhinos would do the same with their shafts between zebra and gnu in terms of thickness, but their heavy bodies always threatened to crush a cat when they got too ornery.  Their strength was reserved but brimming with power, humping deep to gape a lion's well-used rear again and again before one cock shoved in their mouth would suffocate them.  The rhinoceros chuckled as his slow throbbing shaft would go balls deep, and never leave the whore until long after their last breath.
Upon the Pride Rock, Simba was still being fucked by his mistress with gusto as they watched lions be fucked to death.  The sound of trumpeting joy and braying chants filled his heart with hope, to at last be free of all the suffering his pride had wrought.  The hyena panted with a tender bite to his neck, digging her teeth deeper to soon draw blood and make his little cock stiffen.
	"This is whut you wanted, yeah?" she rasped in his ear.  "Everything you hoped for, fixing all the mistakes of your worthless pride."
	"Y-y-yes," he shuddered, "thank you...ohhh thank you, I'm so glad we met, you've been the greatest l-light of my life!"
	"I know, Simba.  You were the best little kitten I ever had."
Her smile grew sincere as she turned him slightly to let him see Nala getting spitroasted, where Banzai and Ed pounded her faster with trembling laughs.  Seeing his childhood friend defiled made him shoot even faster, a pathetic drip between his legs even smaller than the juices Nala drooled from her vulva.  Ed choked her deeper, grabbing her ears to hilt her balls deep whilst Banzai started biting into her back.
Like Shenzi, he too started drawing blood with gouging fangs and slowly stripped the lioness of her fur, hearing her cry in anguished delight when he exposed her back muscles and savoured the sight of her rippling crimson meat.  Ed would soon join him as they fucked and feasted, chewing off the first layers and ripping the meat around her spine with her screams vibrating through the hyena's length.  Red strips flew across their vision, the mutts slobbering with insatiable hunger much to the jubilation of all down below.
Simba would soon feel the same as Shenzi ate up, cracking off a shoulder to cripple his leg as she gnawed on the bone mid-thrust.  She had been waiting for this for many years, and it was everything she had hoped for how sweet the royal meat tasted.  To devour a king, one who had given himself so willing to her, she couldn't stop herself from cumming to flood his depths with her pseudocock cream, as the lion came with her in a mewling roar.
Far below them the animals continued to slaughter his kind.  The crocodiles who were predictably savage, grabbing one leg each of their chosen bitch and ripping them free with a twisting-roll of their bodies.  Yet the lion simply screamed in pleasure, their minds so warped from the aching lust that every sensation made them squirt their pathetic seed.  The crackling of bone further excited the gators who mounted each stump and raped their bloody holes with bestial lust.
The elephants would never fit, but that did not stop them from trying to stuff several lionesses until they ripped apart from the bottom up.  Their massive mammoth meats cracked their hips open and soon their bellies split even wider, shoving their enormous pachyderm dicks through the burst-open guts that soon draped over their swollen glans.
The baboons would grab one cat's head and shove their cocks into both ears, skullfucking a lioness with hooting lust as their monkey balls whacked against the furry cheeks with every stab into the brain.  The lion mrowled with a stuttering spasm, eyes rolling up with blood dripping from the nostrils as every little memory was eviscerated.  One primate grabbed the mouth to fuck away at the dying breaths, another mounted the ass to feel the twitching death spasms, and another laid beneath to fuck the worthless cunt.
Nala soon came with the deprivation, the coming genocide of her pride making her squirt until the puddle dripped off of Pride Rock itself as their anguish excited the rest of the herds.  The entire savannah became a sea of lust as sweltering scents of musty males and rabid females filled the air with nostrils flaring and cocks engorged.  The queen consort was mangled with a dozen bites, her back a ruby spill of twitching muscles that the hyenas ripped to shreds.
Shenzi was slower in eating her slave, whose howling sobs of euphoria rang through the Pride Lands.  Simba watched the lioness get filled with cum, her snatch and throat pumped with a gulping relish before Ed pulled out of her, locked his jaws round her neck and twisted with a brutal KRAKK.  Nala shrieked with a gurgling hiss, a rasping glee when her head snapped too far and she started to crumple.
	"S-sim..ba..th-thnnk...yuu."
Her eyes glazed over with a terrible spasm through her body, tightening hard on Banzai's dick to suck him dry in her deadening cunt.  Ed twisted her head even further until it ripped off her shoulders, then fully mounted the severed skull to frantically fuck one of Nala's eyes.  His friend however kept eating the twitching corpse, chomping through the back and soon puncturing the lung which he scarfed down with greedy burps.
	"How's the bitch taste?" asked Shenzi.
	"MMMPH, sho good!" Banzai snorted with bloody teeth.  "Yuu wurr righ', lot tashtier den if dey'd been cubsh!"
	"I told ya, right?  Now we get to eat like queens."
	"Y-you deserve it," Simba smiled, "haaah...thank you again.  I'm ready now, Shenzi.  Please...wipe my filthy pride off this earth."
	"Hah...as you wish...your Majesty."
Her cackle rang through as she rolled him onto his back.  He put up his paws with a harmless grin, lifting his head to let his juicy neck be exposed for the killing blow.  Shenzi was slow but not gentle, crushing the throat in her grip with a tender pull of her sharp canines that hooked the beige fur and plucked his trachea free like an apple.  The slow severing of his life was a beautiful thing to feel, as Simba gave Shenzi his final breath that she felt slip into her nostrils.
It felt like his soul was entering her, a shuddering rasp of the deepest death wish empowering her reign as she stripped the skin down Simba's chest, exposing his ribs and the entire line of his oesophagus.  His heart twitched in frantic yearning, thudding against his ribs with the primal urge to live that his spirit had long since surrendered.  Shenzi pulled back the ribs with her jaws, snapping them free with a vile twist to expose his beating organ.
Her Majesty licked her lips and crunched down on that hero's heart, snapping it free with arteries drooling down her neck and painting her face with regal blood.  The lions were dead with a proclamation across the land, the animals cheering as they raped their eager corpses into twisted lumps of fur.  Shenzi swallowed Simba's heart, chewing it between her teeth with a veiny squelch and a long lick of her teeth.
	"YOUR NEW QUEEN HAS ARRIVED!" she called.  "NO LONGER IS THIS THE PRIDE LANDS, BUT NOW, WE CALL IT...THE PACK LANDS!"
A howling whoop came from the horde of hyenas from behind Pride Rock, yet none would fear them again.  They had no reason to for Her Majesty would rule fairly, with none of the arrogance that centuries of leonine rule had brought.  Banzai and Ed kept fucking Nala's head and body, whilst Shenzi buried herself back into Simba's dead ass and kept eating out his chest.  But all of the Pack Lands would cry out with one single phrase: Long Live The Queen.