“Oh Gods,” Scar groaned at the sight of a small face peeping around the corner of his cave. He pretended he hadn’t seen. Maybe if he ignored it, it would go away.

Then a second face appeared, and a small whispered argument broke out just outside. Scar sighed, all hope for a peaceful afternoon lost.  He rose to his paws in resignation just as Nala stumbled into view, clearly having been shoved from behind. She hissed at the perpetrator and straightened, trying to act natural.

“Nala!” Scar welcomed the cub, trying to keep the rancor he felt under control. “To what do I owe this… pleasure.” Scar’s eyes narrowed as another cub showed up behind her. Then another. Then another! Kings-be-damned had she brought the whole nursery? Three girls and two boys. He didn’t remember all of their names off-paw, nor did he care. Most of them were looking around his cave awkwardly, trying to avoid his attention. Only the little one called Tama dared look him in the eye from her place next to Nala.

“And you brought company. How grand.”

“C’mon!” Tama hissed, shoving Nala with her shoulder. Nala growled, but kept her chin up high. Scar had always admired her spirit, if from a distance. She had so much of her mother in her.

“Ugh, I feel stupid!” Nala complained.

“You look stupid!” Tama shot back. “Just tell him!”

“Tell me what, dear Nala?” Scar inquired, sitting down in front of the gathered cubs. “I’m certain you didn’t come here just to look foolish. I hope.” The cubs cowered back as he let his teeth show in a leering smile.

“Simba…. He… Ugh… Simba tried to rape Tama!” Nala blurted out after a few false starts. Scar’s eyes widened.

“My, my, that’s quite an accusation!” He tapped his claws one by one on the cave floor, watching the cubs’ reaction. He sometimes forgot how nervous his permanently extended claws made other lions. He would have to remember. Fear could be so very useful. “Rape, you say,” the lion continued. “You’ll forgive my skepticism dear… Tama, was it? Mm, yes. Forgive me, but I find it hard enough to believe that my nephew would know what to do with the back-end of a lioness under the most considerable duress, much less resort to such savagery.”

“It’s true!” Tama snarled back, stepping forward with no sign of fear. “It’s true and it’s not fair! Just ‘cause he’s the prince, he thinks he can take whatever he wants! Whoever he wants! Well he can’t have me and he won’t get away with it whether you help or not!”

“Interesting.” Scar stood, pacing side to side, his emotions unswayed by Tama’s vigor. “Help you? However would I do that? I am no king… The prince is not the only lion in these lands who thinks he can have whatever he wants, after all. Then again, they say the fruit never falls far from the tree.”

The cubs looked at each other, unsure what Scar was talking about, or if it had to do with them.

“But you’re an adult!” Chumvi spoke up for the first time. “You gotta do something!”

“Yes. Something.” Scar said, deep in thought. He turned and the cubs jumped, scrambling as if he might pounce at them. Dolts.“You came to me,” he growled. “Why? Mufasa is king. Sarabi is queen. Justice is in their paws, and you’re all ready to piss yourselves just being in my presence. Why me? Why not one of the lionesses? One of your mothers? Surely they would take such a claim seriously! Unless…” He scanned their faces, a grin spreading on his muzzle as they looked to each other for answers. “Ah… Ah-haha! You don’t trust them to deliver the justice you desire. Do you?” He answered for them, grinning wickedly. “Yessss… That’s why you came to me. You thought a lion so reviled by his own pride that they would disinherit him in favor of a whiny brat would do… What? Anything you wish?” His gaze turned dark. “Whose plan was this? Whose?”

“Mine!” Nala stated, stamping her paw, ignoring the surprised looks from the cubs around her. “It was mine! Simba’s a bully and he’s gone too far this time! He needs to learn a lesson and Mufasa will just give him a cuff on the ear!”

“Yours?” Scar raised a brow in surprise. “My my, how you surprise me, Nala. Such connivance!” Scar sat, regarding the defiant cub. “Very well. Tell me what you want me to do.”

“The law says ‘The punishment should be a measure greater than crime’,” Nala repeated Tama’s quote from earlier that day. She licked her lips, looking at the cave floor instead of Scar as she spoke. “And… and… the law says a lion who forces a lioness when he isn’t king ‘may be treated as a lioness himself by his king.’”

“Interesting…” Scar growled, lowering himself a little until his nose was almost even with Nala’s. “We seem to have wandered into some very… fascinating… territory. A cub who speaks of the law! Droll! But let’s say what you are correct. Again. I am not the king.”

“You’re the king’s brother, though,” Nala was shrinking back a little, her fierceness cooling in the face of Scar’s calculating sneer. 

“‘Brother’ is no royal title! I am not the king, nor shall I be. But…” Scar raised one paw, exposed claw pointed to the ceiling. “The law also says any lion may choose their king. Are you saying that I am your true king, Nala?”

Nala looked to the others, but got no help from their worried faces. This didn’t feel like a good idea at all, but they’d come so far. It was just words, right?

“Sort of?” She tried.

“Say it,” Scar snarled, stalking forward. “All of you. Or get the hell out of my cave! I have no time for cowardly little babies with heads full of air! Do you come to me for action, or did you think I would simply amuse you with buffoonery? You dare speak to me of law? I am First Prince of these Pridelands! I knew the law when you still needed your mothers to help you shit, and I play jester for no one!”

“Okay, okay!” Nala gulped, stumbling backwards along with all of her friends. She couldn’t refuse, could she? Proper justice for Tama depended on this plan.  “Alright, fine. You’re my king.”

“All of you,” Scar growled, gazing over the cubs.

A chorused mumble of asynchronous “You’re my king”-like phrases tumbled back, and Scar smiled, lowering himself to the floor, his fury passed. The cubs, of course, had no idea what they’d just done. Were they older, they could be tried for treason! Of course, their vows of allegiance would never hold up to tradition, but oh it felt good to hear! And more, to know these cubs now believed themselves his very own subjects by law. Now, as far as they knew, he could do whatever he wished with them. 

And oh he would.

“Wonderful,” he hissed. “How grand! Now, cubs, I do believe I have a duty to protect my subjects. Let’s make a deal…” Scar sat cross-legged, as if he hadn’t been snarling at them moments before. His muzzle broke into a crooked grin, his voice lilting, almost playful.“You wish me to ‘make Simba my lioness’, is that it? Since you know what rape is, apparently, I suppose you know what that entails?”

“You’d put your thing up his butt!” Chumvi blurted, drawing stares from the other cubs.

“Indeed,” Scar mused. “That’s no small punishment. Just as rape is no small crime! You’d ask me to hurt my only nephew?”

“You don’t have to hurt him a lot, do you?” Nala hedged, scratching at the floor.

“Nala!” Tama cried.

“I’m not saying don’t do it!” Nala snapped back, “I’m just saying, you know… He just has to learn!”

“Oh, it will hurt,” Scar growled, his grin becoming a leer as he leaned forward to interject into the cubs’ argument. “But I don’t suppose you could imagine it. I’m sure at your age you have no idea what that would…” He paused, scanning Nala’s face. His grin grew broader. “Perhaps I am mistaken!”

Nala blushed furiously, looking at her feet as Scar laughed.

“That’s good! The law says no lion can mete a punishment they cannot themselves know. So tell us, Nala. Do you know what you’re sentencing Simba to?”

“I can imagine it.”

“I said, do you know!”

“Yes, I know what it feels like to have a cock in my ass!” Nala yelled, still blushing, her ears back in embarrassed fury. “Not… Not an adult one or anything… Just…” She sputtered.

“Good enough! Very good indeed,” Scar laughed, licking his lips. This was going better than he had hoped! His tail swung from side to side, and he felt his cock swelling in his sheath at the thought of young Nala with another cub on her back, her ass full of that cub’s cock.“I believe we can come to an arrangement!”

“What kind of arrangement?” Malka questioned from the back of the group, stepping forward a few steps to stand by Nala, his presence a small comfort.

“Well,” Scar purred, regarding the orange cub with tufted ears. This one had spirit! “You all say you understand these things. But who’s to say? I can’t exact justice on the future king on a hunch, can I? No… I will need assurances!”

“Assurances?” Tama asked.

“Indeed! You are requesting a punishment of a sexual nature, therefore, I must know that you all have experience of a sexual nature!”

The cubs all looked at each other. Did that make sense? 

“I thought…” Chumvi started.

“I don’t care what you thought!” The big lion growled. “You have sworn your allegiance, now listen to your king!” Scar smoothed his mane, calming his voice. “It must be this way. Trust me, children, Uncle Scar knows what must be done.” His eyes glinted and he looked from cub to cub. “Now… I want you to lift your paw if you’ve fucked or been fucked. Go on. Tell the truth.”

The cubs all blushed but one by one each of their paws went into the air. Scar felt a thrill run through him. “Really? Wonderful… Well then, none of you will mind demonstrating your… ability, will you?”

“What do you mean?” Kula piped up.

“He wants us to mate while he watches,” Malka answered stiffly, his eyes fixed on Scar.

“Such a smart boy!” Scar praised, tone heavy with sarcasm. “That is my price. This afternoon you will all follow my every instruction. You will fuck when I say fuck. You will lick when I say lick. When I tell you to lift your tails, you will lift like heat is upon you. You will pleasure each other, and me, until I am satisfied.” Scar smiled, his voice dangerous. “Then, in turn, you will bring me my wayward nephew and I will bury my cock under this tail like a grown lioness until he pleads for the Kings’ mercy. I assure you, he will never dream of raping a lioness again when I am through!”

“Nala, I don’t like this!” Malka hissed, his eyes drifting back and forth between her and Scar. 

“And you may watch, if you like,” Scar added, his voice low, gauging the reaction. Watching every ear movement and tail swing. “I suppose that would be quite the spectacle for you cubs, wouldn’t it?” He had them. He knew it in an instant. All except the orange male were looking at him as if he were spinning a tale of the ancient kings “Every thrust. Every cry…” Scar intoned, pulling the cubs in. Even Nala was following his every word. “Until I press myself deep within him and empty a true king’s load into his stretched lioness hole.” Scar smiled wickedly.“Well, Nala? Does that sound good to you?”

“Yes! I mean…” Nala paused, still blushing, her ears low. “We gotta talk about it.”

“Be quick about it,” Scar growled. “I do not wait.”

The cubs huddled together, whispering far too loudly to not be heard. 

“He’s gonna do it!” Kula almost gasped.

“Yeah but we gotta do stuff for him too,” Malka pointed out. “I don’t like it, guys!”

“Shut up, Malka,” Tama growled. “Don’t go all scardey cub. I’ll do whatever it takes!”

“Me too,” Chumvi agreed, cutting off Malka’s retort to Tama. “Simba has it coming! So we have to do what Scar says for a bit, big whoop. We’ve all done sex stuff anyway.”

“But what if he wants us to, you know… do stuff with him?” Kula asked, trepidation in her voice.

“He definitely wants us to do stuff with him,” Malka growled.

“But I don’t think I can—”

“Well that’s part of the deal,” Nala growled. “You’re in or out. Paws in, if you want to take Scar’s deal.”

One after another, every cub put their paw into the circle. Malka was last, with a sigh. 

“I don’t think it’s a good idea, but if you do, Nala…” 

“Aww, you’re so sweet,” Nala whispered, licking Malka’s cheek.

“Alright, Scar!” She called, turning to face the lion.

“We agree to your deal. You teach Simba a lesson, and we’ll do whatever you say all afternoon!”

“Marvelous!” Scar hissed. “Well, let us not waste time. I want you to prove it. While your friends watch.” Scar sat tall, spreading his legs to a gasp from the cubs as he exposed himself. He sneered down at them all, eyes locked on Nala as she gazed at the hard adult lioncock in front of her. “Suckle it, Nala. Bow before me and tell your king ‘thank you’ for allowing you to taste him.”

Nala steeled herself, but stepped forward, bowing low. This was what she had agreed to, after all.

“Thank you, King Scar….” She stopped for a moment but then continued with new strength. “Thank you for letting me taste your cock!”

The cub didn’t look as she opened her muzzle wide, leaned forward, and wrapped her lips around Scar’s hard member.

His haunches tightened and Scar had to bite back a groan. He couldn’t dare show how magnificent it felt having young Nala’s muzzle between his legs, at last! How he’d dreamed of this. Ever since his Sarafina had gone and gotten herself pregnant and dared walk back to the pride, a little mewling blasphemy in her jaws. It had been his brother's duty to put the cub down, of course, but his brother was a weakling and always had been. And so Nala and Sarafina remained, a constant reminder not only that he was unloved, but that he fell below even rogues among Sarafina’s desires.

And her cub grew. Mufasa had the audacity to betroth the rogue-spawn to his harebrained son. In that moment Scar knew his destiny. He knew he would take her first. Someday. If her mother would not be his, Nala would; by love, rights, or force.

And now here she was, her muzzle wrapped around his hardened cock. Suckling for him like a babe—which she very nearly was—while her friends all watched the obscene act of fealty. He put a paw behind her head, stroking her softly, though she stiffened as if he might strike her. His extended claws teased gently through her fur. Yes, he could be gentle. He would prove that to her. Perhaps he might strike her later, for the fun of it. She deserved it as much as any slut lioness, no matter the age. But she had to learn her new king was no one-dimensional lion, like his brother. She thought him cruel already. Let her learn he could be kind.

“Yes… Yes, see? Not so bad after all, is it?” Nala looked up at him with one eye open, as if unsure he wouldn’t do something horrible to her at any moment. He pushed the thoughts of all the horrible things he would love to do with her aside and smiled as warmly as he could. With a press of his paw he guided her from his cock. He could afford to wait for more pleasure. They had all afternoon.

He was encouraged to see Nala did not spit, but just licked her lips in mild confusion, staring at the hard penis that had just slipped from her muzzle. 

“A bit more than you’re used to, mm, dear?” He teased with a wink. Nala blushed, and even managed a smile.

“Heh. Yeah,” she admitted.

“But not so bad, surely?”

“No!” Nala continued blushing, her eyes still on his hardness.

	He growled, grabbing himself and gently stroking for the cubs’ benefit. Showing off just a little. He wasn’t the biggest lion, but he was plenty large enough to impress them.

The cubs behind Nala were watching and Scar took note of each of their expressions. Kula and Chumvi gaped, open-mouthed. Tama was smirking as if she had just won a wrestling competition, and the orange one with black ear tufts looked like he might dash forward at any moment. Scar knew that look so well. The envy. The jealousy. He would have fun with that one, indeed.

Scar slid a paw around Nala’s back, guiding her back forward. She didn’t resist, and when she was close enough her tongue slid back out, grazing up along his barbs. 

“Now that we’re so well acquainted, Nala, you simply must tell me, have you done more than just suckle the other boy’s cocks, hmm?”

Nala nodded shyly, her tongue slipping up and down his member with the motion. Scar’s paw slid down her back, and he felt a shiver run through the cub when his paw touched her haunches.

“But surely never an adult?”

Nala shook her head.

“What a curious young creature you are!” Scar praised, snatching Nala’s tail upwards. She stared up at him, pausing as she realized he had exposed her to all her friends. Her ears swept down and she looked to her rump and back, trying to guess his intentions.

“Wha— What are you doing?” She almost whispered, fear in her tone.

Scar’s cock twitched at the quaver in her voice. Savoring it. She thought he was going to fuck her!

“Nothing you haven’t done before, I’m sure. You!” He called out, pointing at Chumvi.

“M-me?” Chumvi squeaked.

“You! I don’t know your name. Chumsy, or whatever it is. I see you like the view!”

Chumvi looked down at his hard cock, and quickly put a paw in front of himself in embarrassment. 

“Now now, we’re all friends here, are we not?” Scar grinned, pulling on Nala’s tail a bit. “What’s your name, boy?”

“Ch-chumvi!”

“Well, I hate to say it, but I feel our black-eared friend may not like you staring under Nala’s tail like this! I can’t imagine why. He’s glowering like a hyena!”

“Oh… Oh, Malka?” Chumvi gulped, looking to the other boy, who gave him a withering stare back. “Uh. Yeah? I… She usually only… Y’know. With him. Malka, I mean.”

“Ah. Malka,” Scar rumbled, exploring the name. “Is that true, Nala?”

“Well. I mean, yes, but… I…”

“Well certainly, we must all start out on the right footing, eh? I am a generous king, you’ll find! I don’t mind… sharing.”

Nala’s eyes grew a bit wider and she turned a bit to look at the others, her eyes locking with Malka’s. This had already gone so much farther than she had planned.

“Sh-share me… with Malka?” She asked back.

“Share you with whomever I please,” Scar sneered. “Is Malka the only cub you’ve had on your back, Nala?”

“Well. No…”

“Did you enjoy them?” 

“Yeah, but…”

Scar’s paw drifted farther down, teasing under Nala’s tail. She stiffened, quivering as he teased his paw along her rump cleft, touching so closely to where no adult would ever touch in that way. 

“You know, there’s a name for lionesses that enjoy mating with many lions!”

“There is?”

“Oh yes. We call them sluts.”

Nala blushed. Something about the way he said the word seemed off. Seemed dirty, even though she didn’t know exactly what he meant.

“My brother might be offended by such behavior, you know. Never mind your mother,” Scar continued. “But fortunately you’re under my service now and we’ll keep all this just between us, mm? Why don’t you try on the title, dear? Tell us all the name you’ve earned yourself.”

Nala looked down, still blushing. “I’m a slut…”

“Come on, now. Don’t be shy. Nice and loud,” Scar encouraged.

“I’m a slut!” Nala barked, lifting her head in defiance of shame she didn’t understand. She narrowed her eyes and looked right at Scar. “I’m a mating slut!”

Scar beamed, a shiver running through his whole body.

“Well, in that case, let’s get this party started! Chumli, boy, step forward! I’d very much like to know: have you been wanting to mate your pretty friend here?”

Chumvi gulped, taking a step forward. “Yes,” he admitted in a voice that barely carried. Scar smiled, his paw spreading Nala’s rump lewdly before the onlookers.

“I would like that too,” Scar purred. “Never leave a presenting lioness waiting, I say. You heard her. She’s a slut, no surprise. She’ll welcome your weight on her back, I’m sure.”

Chumvi looked at Malka and his ears withered against his scalp. If looks could kill… But then he looked at Scar, and down to Nala’s lifted rump. It was right there! Besides, hadn’t he just said Scar was his king? Who was he to disobey a direct order?

“Sorry,” he muttered under his breath, and bound forward towards Nala.

The closer to her raised tail he got, the less sorry he felt.

Nala turned and eyed the approaching cub warily, her tail clamped down a little. This hadn’t gone at all how she’d imagined. Not that she didn’t like Chumvi. She liked him fine, but he was such a boy. Fine to wrestle with now and then but she wasn’t about to offer herself to him. Still, she had promised a reward back in the cave. And this was for Tama, after all.

“Just this once,” Nala hissed, but Chumvi could tell her heart wasn’t in it, even with his own hammering wildly in his chest. Her eyes were wrong, her tail was twitching and, if he knew Nala at all, she should have pinned him to the floor by now if she really wasn’t interested. But she hadn’t asked, it was just Scar telling her what to do. He licked his lips.

“Scar… uh… Your Highness?” Chumvi managed, barely able to peel his eyes away from Nala’s lifted tail. The dark lion lifted a brow in response.“I don’t, really. I mean… That is to say, I guess… I don’t wanna do it, unless Nala wants to. I dunno if she does, really.”

“What are you doing?” Nala hissed, but Scar smiled above them.

“What a thoughtful young lion!” He praised, his claws teased along Nala’s flank, tapping a small rhythm. His paw wandered and Nala let out a small gasp as his paw teased along her haunches, pulling her rump apart. She groaned, closing her eyes as strange feelings pulsed through her. She could smell Scar’s cock still, hard and mere inches from her muzzle. It was making her feel fuzzy. Strange.

“You heard her say herself she enjoys mating with many lions. Perhaps just not you, hmm? It saddens me to see such a young, virile lion as yourself counted so useless. But, then, life’s not fair…”

“That’s not it!” Nala spoke up, her voice a little shaky. Scar dropped his gaze in surprise. The little lioness took a step forward on her own, sticking her muzzle to his cock, lapping backwards along the barbs for a moment before lifting her rump.

“Do it, Chumvi.” She turned, green eyes fixed on the young male. “I want you on top of me now. Let ‘em watch.” With a sneer on her muzzle she looked back at Scar, daring to stare straight into his eyes. “I think he’s liking it, anyway.”

Scar drew in a sharp breath, but Nala looked away, lowering her gaze and pushing her muzzle forward. She groaned a little, her nose pressed to his sheath, waiting for her playmate. Chumvi looked at the adult lion before him. Scar gave the cub a glance before letting his gaze go to Malka. Yes, there it was. Malka looked positively ready to vomit. He might have to be careful with that one. Young love could be so… rash. He felt stirs of his own pain, long buried, and he savored it as he had learned to do long ago.

Young Nala. So like her mother. Whatever the orange furred cub thought of her, she didn’t love him. Not the same way he loved her. She might respect him in some cubbish way, but she would never choose him, in the end. Just like her mother.

Scar watched Malka as Chumvi mounted Nala. The anguish in his eyes was so much more arousing than the awkward parody of love happening next to him. Only when Nala gasped as Chumvi’s little cock finally found its mark did he break his gaze. 

Nala’s muzzle grazed up and down his shaft. Her lips parted andher tongue slipped along his meat as the boy cub started to thrust in earnest. He wouldn’t last long, Scar could tell. This might well be his first mating, for how clumsy he was. But Nala didn’t seem the least bit put off, cute little huffs and mews sounding from her as she took the boy’s vigor with ease. So she had done this before! 

“Good slut.”

He purred, watching the show. Indulging his imagination by picturing himself in Chumvi’s place. His paws crushing little Nala to the floor. His cock spreading her beyond her limits. The sounds—the delicious sounds—she would make as he thrust himself all the way into her belly.

He wouldn’t dare, of course. He may despise Sarafina for the whore she was, but she held favor within the pride. Raping her daughter would certainly draw attention he didn’t want, and no one with the least bit of knowledge of the law was going to buy his “choose your king” technicality.

He groaned and grabbed for himself, unable to resist any longer. He began pawing in earnest, pushing Nala’s nose to his sheath and balls. Feeling her nuzzling and licking at them as the cub mated her. She was far too young to know how intimate she was being, but Scar was more than willing to enjoy the results of her ignorance.

He looked up at the other cubs, who were watching the action with rapt fascination and various states of arousal. He scanned them, his eyes falling on the chubby orange-furred female.

“You! Come.” 

All three cubs looked at him, until he lifted a sticky paw, pointing. Kula lifted a paw to her chest, mouth open. Not the brightest, then, but Scar didn’t need her for her brains.

“Yes you! Come here.”

Scar slid his paw behind Chumvi, pulling the cub roughly against Nala.

“Ahh!” Both cubs gasped in unison, for very different reasons. Chumvi at the feeling of being had so firmly deep within the hot wetness of Nala’s pussy, Nala at the sudden depth within. Her nose was pressed right up against Scar’s balls now, and the fuzziness in her mind grew thicker until she almost didn’t care what was happening above her.

Scar smiled at Chumvi’s confused glance, slipping his claws down the cub’s back. Grasping the boy’s tail and pulling it upwards. 

“Time for me to share some. ‘adult’ secrets,” the lion cooed. “Go ahead. Keep thrusting.” The boy did as he was told, slower than he had before. Getting used to having his tail held up behind him.

The young lioness behind him was blushing, her eyes clearly following his balls bouncing against Nala’s soft rump. Watching the cub’s cock slip inside her friend. 

“Your name?” Scar demanded, leaning back and grabbing himself again. Pawing while the young cub watched in clear fascination, her attention drifting between Chumvi’s ass and his stroking paw.

“K-Kula, Sire.”

“Lick him, Kula. Under his tail.”

“W-What?”

“You heard me.” Scar allowed a growl to enter his voice, feeling himself beginning to make a mess of his paw with his own precum. He had forgotten how much he enjoyed ordering inferiors around. “Trust me,” he managed a more mellow tone. “He’ll love it. Do it now. Push your tongue to his tailhole like you’re giving a bath. Trust me. It won’t take long.”

Kula wrinkled her nose, but Scar could see she held no true disgust at the idea. She was putting on airs, and weakly. This cub was a natural slut, just like the others! What was it with this pride and their delinquent morals?

Chumvi looked briefly over his shoulder and their eyes met. He shrugged and turned back to Nala. Then Kula put on her most determined face and stepped forward, burying her muzzle under Chumvi’s tail. Pressing her lips to his clasped anus and letting her tongue slide out to give him a long, wet kiss. Chumvi’s expression went from dazed confusion to shocked delight so fast Scar couldn’t help but smile. 

“Mmmm, he likes it,” he chuckled. “Don’t you, my boy?”

Chumvi tried to respond, but his words failed him. His muzzle moved up and down, but no words came out. His claws had extended, grasping Nala tight. The cub wasn’t going to last long at all. Scar was impressed he had made it this far! The adult lion leaned back, letting Chumvi’s tail drop over Kula’s head, focusing on his own cock for now. Pawing hard. Imagining the afternoon he was about to enjoy.

“Push harder,” he growled. “Slip your tongue inside him, you naughty child. Make him fill your little cub friend here.”

Kula shut her eyes tight and Scar could see her steel herself before pushing. Chumvi’s expression told him everything he needed to know about what was happening. The boy’s eyes rolled back, his muzzle dropping open at the precise moment Kula’s tongue slipped through his sphincter.

The boy made a strangled sound, and that was it. Kula’s eyes shot open as Chumvi’s ass clenched on her tongue, his balls starting to pulse against her chin as he filled Nala’s young womb with everything his juvenile balls could manage. 

Scar groaned and let himself go with the boy. His balls lept on Nala’s nose, and his first thick spurts caught Chumvi in the chest, dripping down onto Nala’s back. The next few splashed down her neck, dripping down over her head, her ears, her muzzle. Mixing on his own sheath and balls with her saliva and his sweat, only for the young lioness to lap them up, no hint of discretion in her slavering.

The adult moaned, letting his paw drop to Nala’s head, pulling her in against his balls, smearing his cum into her fur. 

Yes. She was his now.

“Mmm, well done. Well done, all,” Scar purred, scanning his gaze over the cubs.

Nala leaped against his sheath as Chumvi pulled from her, ignoring her snarl as he staggered to the side and collapsed, a blissful grin on his face.

Kula was making a face, scraping at her tongue with a paw. “I can’t believe you liked that, you pervert.”

“Yeah….” Chumvi purred vacantly. “…Liked it.”

Scar let his gaze travel over the cubs, taking in their motley state.

“What a fine appetizer… Shall we move on to the main course?”

The cubs had calmed down noticeably from before. Granted, half of them were floating on a cloud of orgasmic bliss, but no matter.

“What do you want, Scar?” Nala said, her voice soft, her green eyes peering up at him from besides his dripping cock. His cum hung from her whiskers, and he thought to himself that he had never seen a lioness more beautiful, despite her muddied heritage. He gently stroked her head with a paw, hoping she could not feel it shake as he imagined grabbing her by both ears and force-feeding her his entire adult cock until her eyes bulged from their sockets. He could stab those open eyes with his claws, and feel her scream tighten her throat around him….

But no. His time would come. If he made his move now, so much worse would befall him. Unlike these cubs, he knew how to delay his gratification. 

Enough, in any case.

“Only to see you happy,” Scar purred smoothly, patting the cub’s head. She didn’t flinch, and a part of him soared in a way long forgotten. “All of you. In fact, I want to offer you something rather special. You see, I have no partner, as you know. I am merely prince, after all. A king needs a partner at their side. My brother has Sarabi, or any other lioness he wishes. Some lions even have another lion as their partner, did you know?”

“Bleh,” Chumvi commented from the side.

“Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it,” Scar continued dryly. 

“He has tried it!” Tama rolled her eyes.

“Not like that!” Chumvi groused, sitting up a bit straighter.

“You said it ‘wasn’t bad’”, Kula chimed in.

“Well we weren’t doin’ mushy stuff!” Chumvi spat. “I’m not Simba’s ‘partner’!”

Scar interfered, his hint of incredulousness in his voice. “You? You mated Simba?”

“Malka did it too.” Chumvi groused. 

“Did he?” Scar chuckled, internally trying to process the new information. Who were these cubs? 

“But it wasn’t mushy, and I don’t want any lion for my partner! I’m gonna have a pride!” Chumvi declared.

“How ambitious of you,” Scar said.

“He’s saying he wants a mate, dodo brain,” Nala rolled her eyes, looking over her shoulder at a suddenly abashed Chumvi. “Maybe he likes lions. Show some respect.”

“Uh. Sorry,” Chumvi managed.

“Indeed.” Scar acknowledged. “And I’ll tell you a secret: I do enjoy a lion’s company from time to time. It breaks up the monotony.” He saw instantly that none of the cubs got the joke. And why would they? The joke was on him. He had had little company, lion, ‘ness, or otherwise, in more than a few seasons.“I like lions and lioness just fine,” he finished dryly, to an “ohhhhh” from a few of the confused cubs. Idiots. “And you, my beloved subjects… I would choose a mate for our lovely afternoon together from among you. One of you will have the honor of your king’s cock deep inside of you. How’s that? So the question is… who?”

“Are you serious, Scar?” Nala gasped up at him, the only cub brave enough to speak. “We’re cubs, we can’t…”

“Oh, but you can,” Scar bit back a growl. “And you will, if you want your sentence for little Simba carried out. “Is he not a cub too? Needless to say, I won’t be nearly as gentle with him as with you, but if none of you can handle in love what he must bear in punishment, well then…”

“I will!”

The cubs turned, gaping in shock as Kula’s ears flicked in embarrassment. 

“I’ll do it,” she barely squeaked, watching as Scar slowly stroked himself in front of her. “One of us has to, right? And Tama said she did it. I… I wanna feel it too.”

“Tama said she’s done it, did she?” Scar rumbled, raising a brow at the tawny cub. Tama’s ears flipped down. 

“With an adult. L-like you. I can handle it.” Kula stepped forward.

“My my, Tama seems to talk a lot.” Scar stood, and strode towards the cub. She shrank back on her hind paws, but Scar merely stepped past her.“And how did you mate with this adult, little one?” Scar asked Tama, standing over her. The little cub, usually so bold, made herself very small on the floor.

“In my ass.” Tama murmured. 

“Ah, yes,” Scar turned to look at Kula. “Your young cunts are far too small for an adult yet, sluts though you may be. Your tail hole is really the only way. Without breaking you, that is.” He grinned, placing a paw on top of Tama, slipping it back to her rump.“And you want to be just like your friend Tama, do you little one?” Scar asked Kula. 

Tama shivered as Scar’s paw slid under her tail, his claws poking her sensitive places. “She’s so experienced, if what she says is true. I’m sure she’ll barely feel if I… Oops!” 

Scar chuckled as Tama let out a shriek, scrabbling at the rock floor a little as Scar pushed a thick adult pawtoe into her ass. Holding it deep inside her while she hissed and tried to gather her breath.

“Why, that’s just one pawtoe. My cock is certainly larger. But then, if you think you’re brave enough, who am I to question such a lioness? But you’ll forgive me for my doubts, little one. Show me your bravery in action. Turn and lift your tail. Tell your king you want to prove yourself worthy of his cock.”

Kula quavered, watching Tama shivering on the floor, but at the same time a fire of emotion filled her. It was hot, seeing Tama this way, she realized. The cub she most admired, helpless like that. Would it hurt? Of course it would. She knew that. Maybe it didn’t matter so much, though. She would be just like Tama And maybe she could be even braver!

“You don’t have to do this, Kula!” Malka surprised her, leaping into her field of view. “He’s just a creepy old lion. You can say no. We don’t need him!”

Scar just laughed, his voice low and sinister, and Tama gasped again as the big lion’s paw flexed with in her. Kula blushed, eyes fixed on her friend.

“That’s right, Kula.” The adult drew her name out, his deep voice melodic. His green eyes shone bright and focused on her until she felt like she was the only thing in his world. “Do you need me?”

“Yes,” Kula murmured without hesitation. She was so wet she felt like her hindlegs might give out at any moment. She couldn’t even remember wanting Tama like this.

“What??” Malka looked around, but none of the other cubs moved. “This is crazy!”

“Now, now, now, dear Malka,” Scar grinned, ignoring Tama’s gasp as he pulled his paw from her rump. “No need to worry. I am a fair king, no matter what other lions may say about me. You swore your oath to me, didn’t you? I wouldn’t let your fealty go… unrewarded.” The king’s eyes strayed to Nala, still sitting with cum dripping from under her tail. She blushed at his gaze.

He lowered his face so his muzzle nearly touched Malka’s tufted ear, whispering softly. “She’s why you’re here, isn’t she?”

“Yes,” Malka mumbled. Scar chuckled.

“You don’t believe any of this rape nonsense at all, do you?” The big lion chuckled, eyes roving, making sure no one was close enough to overhear.

“I dunno. Maybe.” Malka kept his voice equally low, sitting stock still. “Simba’s a jerk sometimes but… I dunno. I don’t think he’d… I dunno.”

“But here you are. Faithful companion to the future queen. Loyalty is a virtue of fools, boy,” Scar growled, feeling the cub tense next to him. “But commendable, none the less. For the foolish.” Scar finished, lifting his head, enjoying the doubt in Malka’s eyes. He knew. Perhaps he had known for a while, but now he knew for sure. Simply beautiful. Now to capitalize on the cub’s confusion.“Such a brave, loyal male deserves a brave, loyal lioness,” Scar rumbled loud enough the others could hear. “And I could use a show while I test Kula here’s resolve. Go, Malka. You may take her for yours. I am not jealous, after all. Go ahead. She’s practically already presenting. Show us your… loyalty.”

Malka looked to Nala and she looked back at him. Her tail lifted, showing herself to all watching. Scar’s cum was drying into her fur now, creating jagged little spikes of soiled fur, but she spread her legs, presenting without word like a grown lioness. 

Malka took a step. Hesitated. He looked at the floor and back, as if he might look to Scar for direction, but stopped himself. Scar had to fight to burst out laughing. The cub knew, but did not yet know what he knew. Scar had taken everything from him in a moment, but he couldn’t bear to see it. Nala was Scar’s to give away, now. Lifting her tail at his direction while still stained with his seed. She would never be the boy’s, even after this pleasant dalliance. But Malka turned back, his desires winning out over whatever clouded emotions were gathering in his mind, pleasure winning over thought. Hope over reason. Desire over sense.

Scar huffed down reciprocal pangs from the past, watching the boy approach the little cub like a lover. “Fuck her while you can, you little fool,” he growled to himself, flashes of the past that he had fought for so long rising in his minds eye. Young Sarafina and himself. His claws in her fur. The warmth. Her eager, cubbish gasps scoring the moment he believed himself a lion.

He fought back a growl, closing his eyes and pacifying himself. He knew from experience the cubs would have seen the moment on his face, but after so many years of practice he masked it all with a smile and left them to blame the paroxysm on their imagination.

“Now, Kula,” he said brightly. She looked up at him. A moment of hesitation flashed past and then she turned, lifting her little tail up high, showing him her bare pink tailhole. “That’s my brave little one,” he grinned, striding over to the cub. He lifted a paw to his muzzle, wetting it. Tasting Tama and feeling himself growing hard again. He put his paw squarely under Kula’s tail. Feeling her young pussy and ass in one motion. She gasped, and he smiled as he felt her wetness slick his pawpad. She stiffened, but stood steady. The adult lion sat behind her, stroking his paw up and down her small entrance, listening as she began to mewl, loosening a little under his paw. Chumvi lifted his head now, watching.

He could see Malka and Nala talking, too low for him to hear. Malka pressed his lips to the cub’s, and Scar rolled his eyes, keeping his attention on the soft cubrump wetting his paw. He pressed a little. Teasing one toe just barely into her. Stroking it, wet and fresh up to her little ass. Teasing it open bit by bit. 

Scar could hear the cub muttering something repeatedly under her breath. He swiveled his ears to catch it.

“Just like Tama. Just like Tama. Just like Tama!”

Delicious.

“Just like Tama…” Scar echoed under his breath, looking at the small female, as she made herself small.

“All the other cubs know well how to enjoy themselves.” He gestured at Malka and Nala, who were lost in their own little world. Malka was thrusting into her, growling and whimpering little things in her ear, his cub balls bouncing under his tail. Scar grinned, lifting Kula’s tail and showing off how his paw alternated teasing into her ass and her underage pussy.

“I think it’s your turn to show off, dear,” he growled. “If nothing else, your little friend here seems quite impressed by you. Why don’t you give her a little dose of courage before she becomes your king’s ass-mate.”

Tama licked her lips, eyes drifting from Kula to Scar. “How?” she asked.

“Very simple!” Scar purred, turning to Chumvi. “Chumpy, I’m sure you’re ready to go again, eh?”

“Oh yeah,” Chumvi agreed, his cock obviously stiff. He’d been watching both Nala and Malka and Scar pawing Kula. The cub was more than ready.

“The stamina of youth.” Scar turned his gaze back to Tama.

“I… With him?” Tama stuttered.

“You catch on so very quickly,” Scar growled. “If you’ve already taken an adult in your little ass, as you say, I’m sure another cub will be no trouble whatsoever.”

“But, but….”

“Or would you prefer him in your little pussy? You’d rather he breed you? I’m sure it wouldn’t be your first time there either, would it?” Tama’s tail clamped down, and Scar’s eyes glinted. “If you’re so nervous, perhaps I should test it and find out. I’m sure you’re well experienced enough to stretch for your king, hmmm? But of course, I would never deprive poor Chumsly. The decision shall be yours.”

“But I….”

“Make your choice. Now.”

Tama gulped, her eyes going to Chumvi.

“Beg him.”

Tama’s ears dipped tight to her skull, but she let herself lower to the ground submissively. “Would you please come…. Come fuck me, Chumvi?” She managed, eyes low. “In my ass, please. So Kula can see she’s not alone. I need you to fuck it hard, please.”

Chumvi’s eyes lit up. It was like the Kings themselves had blessed this day for him. First Nala and now Tama? In the ass? He leapt to his feet, cock rock hard. Sure he could tell Tama wasn’t a hundred percent into it, but he wasn’t going to argue this time. This was Tama, after all! A chance like this might never come along again!

Tama was clearly fighting to keep the loathing from her face as Chumvi dashed over towards her, but she lifted her rump slightly, taking on the mating position like a good slut, her claws scoring the stone floor.

Chumvi quickly slipped behind her, his eyes watching Malka’s frantic thrusting in Nala’s pussy as he pressed his legs against Tama’s thin, soft thighs. 

“In the ass, huh?” he asked, testing his luck. Tama growled a little but bit her tongue as she saw Scar raise an eyebrow.

“Yes, please. Deep in my ass,” she responded, eyes on Scar, clearly unwilling to test the elder lion’s patience. “Pretend your cock is adult sized instead of cub,” she purred in a tone that suggested her words were not entirely charitable. Chumvi, however, took no obvious umbrage in the veiled insult, and just smiled, leaning forward and putting his paws around Tama.

“Alright, I can do that!” He grinned, then gasped as his cock pushed into Tama’s tight tail hole in a push, spearing through the taut ring of muscle and into her heat. “Ummfff! Let’s show her… rrr… how to take a king!”

Tama growled, but stayed silent otherwise, watching Scar as Chumvi began mating her ass. Her claws slipped in and out along with Chumvi’s thrusts, but otherwise she merely grunted with each push into her tail hole.

“Is this what you wanted, Scar?” She mewled at the adult. “For Kula, I mean. Do I take it in my ass well enough for you? Will it help you… Help her… Mmf… Take everything you wanna give her?”

“Oh indeed,” Scar purred out, his pawtoe sinking deeper and deeper into Kula’s asshole until she gasped out, clawing at the stone floor as she watched Chumvi fucking her best friend. “Very impressive. There, little one,” he cooed to the gasping Kula, nudging her to look at Tama as he roughly shoved his paw even deeper. “There’s something to watch. For courage.”

“Y-yes, Sire,” she gasped, tears in her eyes. Tama spared her a glance, her look inscrutable.

“Do you still wish to take me?”

“Yes!” Kula gasped, almost shocked herself by how deeply she meant it. “Yes, my king. I can take it. Please… Please fuck my ass? You… You can do it harder. Harder than Chumvi can!”

	“I’ll show you!” Chumvi called out, and Tama hissed as he grabbed her nape, fucking her in slow, hard thrusts that almost made her slide on the rock floor. 

Scar lifted Kula by the nape without another word. Carrying her over to where he had first sat, letting her dangle limp and exposed, watching her friends fuck and be fucked. The adult rolled over onto his back, making Kula hiss as her nape twisted in his teeth, before dropping her onto his chest. The king smiled at her and she smiled weakly back, looking over her shoulder. Scar had laid against a ridge in the cave, propping himself up. From here she could look down on Nala and Malka, fucking between his raised legs. She could clearly see Chumvi still pounding into Tama’s ass not far behind. And she could see Scar’s half-hard erection gleaming out of his sheath.

The lion grinned, reaching down and stroking himself as she watched. Jerking off for her. He’s so big! She found herself thinking, but for some reason the thought just made her wetten more.

The other cubs looked at her briefly. Everyone roused by Scar’s movement. They were watching. Waiting. She knew they wanted to see her stretched, just like they wanted to see Simba. Chumvi and Malka had both slowed down, and Nala and Tama both looked up, their eyes traveling from their friend to their king’s hard, growing cock.

Scar lifted his paw, and Kula could see it was wet with his own arousal. He licked his paw wet and then shoved it under her tail. She hissed, biting into his chestfur as he pushed his paw inside of her.

“Do you want your king to fuck you?” he growled bluntly.

“Yes, King!” Kula mewled out.

“Shall I fuck you until I cum in your asshole, while your friends watch?”

“Yes! Unfff… I can do it, your majesty!” Kula’s eyes watered, but she hung onto Scar and allowed him to push a second pawtoe partially into her. Gasping as she was stretched. She could feel his claws, prickling deep somewhere within her. Was this what it would feel like?

Scar’s gaze went to the other cubs. He looked to Nala, his green eyes meeting with hers. He pulled his pawtoes out while she watched, leaving Kula gaping and gasping. The young tawny lioness’ eyes swung to her friend’s distended ass and she licked her lips. Scar purred, slipping Kula  down his belly. Lowering her.

“What do you think, Nala?” He purred.

“It’s…. It’s your right,” Nala groaned, so softly he could barely hear her. He noticed Malka was no longer thrusting, but the pair kept moving. Nala was rocking herself back against her cub lover’s cock.

“I know my rights,” Scar growled, grabbing Kula’s tail and raising it high. “I asked what you think.”

Nala gaped, her lips moving as if searching for words. She was rocking harder now. Malka’s eyes closed a little, as if trying to restrain himself. He was probably close. 

“I… I th-think…” Nala groaned, and Scar grinned, grabbing his hard cock. Lifting it to point at the young cub’s ass. Pushing it through her rump fur, his barbs slipping across her young pussy. Teasing there for a moment while the other cub’s watched.

He felt Kula’s claws slide into his chestfur in anticipation. He watched Nala and stroked himself, wetting the cub’s ass with his precum as she watched. 

“You think?” he prompted, grinding his cock to Kula’s ass. Nala’s pupils suddenly dilated wide. She was groaning, and then she gasped, followed closely by Malka. He knew she must be clenching down on him so tightly. It was a wonder the young boy kept himself from emptying himself into her right that moment!

“I th-think…. You should f-fuck her!” Nala gasped, and suddenly Malka’s paw was on hers, claws out. The boy could take no more and started thrusting, making Nala’s eyes roll back in her head. “Fuck her so we can watch!” She groaned.

Scar licked his lips. What a treasure she was.

Scar pressed on Kula, growling as he felt her tightness meet his stiff cock. He pushed, hard and confident, until he felt her stretched cub ass give way, his tip sitting inside her hot cub body. The cub squealed and gasped over-dramatically, burying her head in his chestmane. 

“Whoa!” Chumvi gasped from the back, his hips rocking a slow, paced rhythm now inside Tama. The boy clearly spoke for the lot of them. Every cub’s eyes were wide open, watching him rape their friend at her own request.

“And you, Malka,” Scar purred softly, letting his Kula get used to him inside her. Rocking her gently back and forth. Preparing her. “Shall we mate our lionesses together?”

Malka’s ears were practically quivering with the effort of holding back his own orgasm. He had to stop every few thrusts, but Nala never did. She was rocking again now. Her eyes on Scar’s cock as it teased into her friend. 

“Yes, Scar,” he gasped. “But I’m not gonna… l-last long!”

“Don’t you dare cum!” Nala growled up at him, leaning her head up to bite at his neck. Dominating him effortlessly from underneath. “Not till I go again!” 

Malka looked at Scar desperately, as if pleading. Scar grinned, his paw slipping down Kula’s rump. His other paw sliding up to her nape. Gripping it tightly. He felt her go limp against his chest, still gasping wildly into his mane.

“You’re not the first baby cub to squeal for my cock,” he snarled low in hear ear. He knew there was a good chance she’d forget by the end of this. Even if she did blab, no one would believe her, and whispering the dirty words in her young ears was ever so alluring. “Just stay loose and imaging yourself pushing into my paw,” he coached. With her nape compressed like this, she’d barely be able to move, but he had learned that the mental picture seemed to help cubs relax. He bit her ear, allowing himself to feel her squeak and quiver against him. “And feel free to scream.” He growled, leaving the cub wide-eyed and trembling.

Scar looked over her shoulder at the groaning Nala and the straining Malka, who had his eyes closed and his teeth locked. Scar wondered what unsexy thing he was no doubt trying to think of.

“Go again, hmm little Nala? Already?” He purred at the cub, who nodded at him eagerly, all sense of self-respect gone. 

“Are you close?” 

“Yes, Scar!” She whimpered, grinding herself desperately onto Malka. Scar wrapped his free paw around Kula’s rump, claws prickling into the cub’s haunches. Enveloping her small hind-end. Pushing her down every so slightly onto his thick shaft. She gasped, and he felt the faintest twitch of her legs on his stomach; all the physical motion she could muster.

“What a state!” Scar spread his legs wider, savoring the feeling of Kula’s shivering. “Would it help if I bury my cock deep in your little friend’s tail hole, Nala? Would you be a good girl and cum nice and hard if I fuck her like a grown lioness?”

“Y-yes! YES!” Nala gasped back, eyes wide. Scar wondered if she even realized what she was saying. 

Not that it mattered.

His paw lowered. He growled, and pushed. Forcing Kula’s ass onto his cock as the cub’s watched. Her legs twitched again, and her paws curled into his mane. Then, in a rush of breath, she shrieked a slurred, gasping exhale.

Scar didn’t stop for a second. He let the weight of his paw push the little cub downwards farther and farther, feeling her ass stretch so delightfully tight around him. He groaned, claws piercing the girl’s nape as he gripped it harder. She might interpret it later as him trying to numb the feeling, but every fiber of his being wanted to hear the girl cry louder. To hear her shriek within his claws as she raped her raw and tore his claws through her flesh.

But, of course, he could not do that. Yet. When he was king, perhaps. All these cubs; these little brats would need to be disposed of. Then he would take everything he desired, and leave them as little but cream-filled hyena feed.

Now he could but pretend, as Kula ran out of breath and her shriek became a guttural sob. Scar moaned and thrust, burying himself halfway in her tiny asshole. Letting her feel his fullness within her. He lightened his grasp on her nape, and her claws instantly slid deep into his fur. He licked her face, slobbering into her open muzzle. Kissing her as if she were a grown lioness, before letting go of her nape entirely to let her feel the wetness over her face, and gasp for air, the full sensation of his penetration flowing through her.

“Now you’re just like Tama,” he growled in her ear, willing himself to pause his thrusts for the moment while the cub adjusted. She was shaking, her claws deep in his side, but she bit down on his mane, denying him her cries. He considered thrusting again, splitting her open for the sheer gall to deny him anything, but he restrained himself.

“Now tell your friends whose little bitch you are, slut,” he growled in her ear, feeling her shudder.

“I am,” she gasped shakily, finding her words. Her head lifted, her eyes filled with both tears and determination. “I’m King Scar’s bitch!” She gasped loudly. “King Scar owns m-my tail hole!”

A cry from below grabbed his attention as Nala bit into her own paw, screaming a roar that was ill-muffled. Malka was not far behind, biting into Nala’s nape and finally giving in, giving a roar of his own as he began emptying himself into the tight, clenching cub pussy wrapped around his cock.

“She’s really doin’ it!” Chumvi said aloud, awe in his voice.

“I can see that, furbrain,” Tama shot back. “Are you done up there, yet?”

“Naw, I can’t compete with that,” Chumvi grinned back at her, giving an exaggeratedly slow thrust. “We might be here a little bit.” Tama rolled her eyes, but did let out a little moan as Chumvi ground his hips against her.

Scar growled, his paw wrapped around Kula’s haunches and slowly thrusting into the cub. His cock sinking a little deeper into her hot tightness with each thrust. Listening to her gasp and whimper into his mane. He looked between his own spread legs, eyes locking on the gasping Nala. Eager for more.

“You enjoyed my musk, didn’t you, Nala?” Scar purred over Kula’s shoulder. “I saw it in your eyes. Come closer. Bury your muzzle in my balls. Smell your king.”

Nala’s eyes were hazy. She said nothing, just moved one step closer, putting her little nose against his balls. Rubbing her cheek there. Malka remained half on top of her, snuggling her lower half, but her attention was Scar’s now. The big adult reached his free paw down, stroking her head.

“You came hard, didn’t you, little slut?”

Nala nodded, her eyes still closed, nuzzling through his fur, her tongue teasing out every now and then to taste his sweat.

“Lower”, Scar growled, hissing as Nala’s tongue slid beneath his balls. He started thrusting, feeling his barbs tease in and out of Kula’s ass. Weighing her down with his paw so he could grind into her at will. Feeling her mewl and claw at his mane.

“Lower”, he hissed again. His paw guided Nala this time, but she didn’t resist. She let him guide her nose to his ass, pushing her muzzle to his pucker. His hindclaws flexed as he felt her nose slide against him, breathing in his scent.

“Oh!” she voiced, her rump starting to grind against Malka as if wishing he were still inside her.

“Go on. Use your paw.” Scar guided, licking his lips as Nala followed his instructions. One paw slid under her belly, pushing between her legs and finding her wet, leaking slit. Pawing for him while he guided her nose against his bare tail hole. 

Malka, realizing something was going on, looked from her to Scar and back again. Scar just smiled, keeping his thoughts hidden behind his bared teeth. The boy looked like he thought he ought to be doing something but, even at his age, he needed a moment to recover. And besides, Nala wasn’t asking him to do anything. The look in his eyes told Scar it was dawning on the boy that he was no part of this. Nala wasn’t his. She would never be his and, right now, she was most certainly Scar’s.

Scar spread his legs wider, letting Malka watch Nala eagerly grind her cheek over his exposed asshole. Gasping into his rump as she pawed herself to his scent. Scar turned her head ever so slightly, making it clear what she was doing for the boy. Letting him watch her tongue flicker out out for the first time, sliding over his ass. Once, then again, and again; harder and harder as Nala licked him in time with the paw caressing her young cunt.

Indignation flashed over the cub’s face. Wasn’t making her feel this good his job? Couldn’t she wait for him? Wasn’t he special?

Scar almost broke into laughter and the delicious mix of betrayals flashing across the boy’s face. He pushed on Nala’s head just a little harder, shuddering in delight as she kissed his ass and whimpered into it.

A hint of a snarl spread on Malka’s face, and Scar knew his fun was over for now. If he didn’t do something, the boy would spoil the rest of the fun for sure.

“Chumvi, boy, why don’t you help our dear friend Malka enjoy himself?” Chumvi looked up, confused, and then saw what Scar was doing with his paw. Chumvi grinned and Tama sat up straight.

“What??” She gasped at the same time Chumvi saluted, saying “Yes sir, your highness, sir!”

“Don’t you dare, you— MFFF!!!” Tama had little say in the matter as Chumvi put a paw on the back of her head and pushed her nose to Malka’s balls. “King’s orders!”

Scar smiled down at the brown cub gasping over Nala’s haunches, the cub’s expression torn between his anger and the sudden sensation of Tama’s nose under his tail. 

“If she can use her paw, surely so can you!” Scar suggested to the boy.

Malka hesitated, but then his paw slipped lower, lower, grasping himself and starting to paw off. Resting his head on Nala’s quavering rump and enjoying the sensation of Tama’s nose and tongue slipping around under his tail.

“I-I like feelin’ you paw with me, Malka,” Nala moaned over her shoulder, and Malka’s stony expression became an instant smile. “J-just spray when you can. I wanna hear you let it go. Let it go— with me… mhmm!” Nala groaned and turned her muzzle, licking again at Scar’s pucker and pushing her own pawtoe inside herself, driven to distraction by the adult male’s scent.

Empowered by Nala’s encouragement, Malka started to rock back and forth a little. Pushing his rump back against Tama’s tongue. Taking her burbled protestations as encouragement. Chumvi was enjoying his role, perhaps a bit too much. Guiding Tama’s muzzle here and there as he fucked her ass. Enjoying feeling himself build closer and closer to orgasm as he pushed Tama nose about under Malka’s tail. Imagining doing this when he was a king with his own lionesses. In the cub’s imagination he was a one-lion show, fucking his lioness hard while she ate out his ass at the same time. Using Malka as a proxy he watched as Tama’s tongue pushed against the cub’s balls, his cock, his sheath… Teasing up towards his pucker only to be guided away at the last moment. Chumvi’s hips gripped Tama’s tighter, beginning to have to fight against his own pending release. He knew if he hadn’t mounted Nala earlier he would have had no chance to make it this long! 

Tama was making little “ick ick” sounds, but whenever Chumvi let her lift her head she looked to Scar. Chumvi couldn’t be certain, but it almost seemed like the big dark lion looked right at her and shook his head. In any case, she allowed him to push her back, and obediently licked where Chumvi guided. She especially didn’t seem to mind when Chumvi led her tongue to Malka’s cock. Licking at it and his paw at the same time. He could tell by the way her tongue sped up, tasting the boy’s wetness, and Malka’s paw sped up too.

Scar lifted both paws to little Kula’s haunches, holding her tight, his cock halfway embedded in her body. He was reluctant to move his paw from Nala’s head, but the tawny cub kept licking. He growled, leaning forward to kiss Kula, long and hard. She shuddered as his tongue slid into her muzzle. It was much too big, of course, just like the hard cock in her ass, but in just the same way he pushed ahead, almost choking her as he drooled into her cub muzzle. 

His claws dug into her hips as he began to push. The cub’s eyes opened wide and she gurgled through his saliva as he pushed her down… down… Her little legs kicked and struggled against his belly and tears came to her eyes, but still he pushed, moaning his pleasure over her agonized yelps. Down… down… Until he was quite sure her little ass could take no more. He was nearly fully inside her now, and he pulled his tongue from her muzzle, listening to her gurgle through his spit. Swallowing it at last to let out a shrill cry that made him shudder.

A gasp came from behind them, and Scar focused on little Tama, suddenly bowing her head. 

“Oh…. whoa… ohhh!!” Chumvi gasped above her, taken by surprise as the lioness cub came under him, her ass working his little cock. The boy planted his hips firmly and gasped, losing control inside the cumming lioness. Filling her ass with his seed and helplessly bucking against her soft hips.

“Is that how you want me to make Simba squeal, young Nala?” Scar growled. “Was this your plan?”

“Yes,” Nala groaned deliriously below. 

Scar began thrusting, working his cock in and out of Kula’s ass in small motions. Feeling himself getting closer and closer to the sounds of her whimpering mixed with Nala’s testament of depravity.

“I’m close Nala,” Malka whimpered softly, and Nala shuddered. 

Scar’s paw drifted back down, patting Nala’s head. She rewarded him with a lick across his ass.

“Would you like to make your king cum in your friend, my loyal subject?” He hissed. “Would you enjoy feeling my balls leap again against your nose? I shall give you the honor…”

Nala actually looked up at him, as best she could around Kula’s ass. “Yes, Scar,” she nodded, eyes clear. He growled. She knew exactly what she was asking for. She was his. “I want to make you cum. I wanna cum with you. Like a slut.”

Scar growled, holding Kula to his chest and starting to thrust harder into her rump, listening to her groan and gasp. She must be growing numb from his barbs. He could feel her trying to claw through his mane, but whether from pain or pleasure he couldn’t tell and didn’t care.

“You’re so deep inside her,” Nala groaned, looking up and pawing herself. “It’s so… so hot… Oh!”

Nala whimpered as Scar guided her muzzle back to his ass, licking and kissing at it, her hips starting to buck back against Malka.

“Oh… Oh I… I’m really close, Nala!” Malka bit at her haunches.

“Almost there,” Nala gasped back, her breath hot against Scar’s tail hole.

Scar himself groaned, his balls jerking a little, his thrusts growing faster and harder.

“Inside.” He growled down at Nala. 

She looked up at him, green eyes sparkling. She didn’t even hesitate.

“Yes, Scar,” she moaned. She pushed her tongue to his asshole, looking up at him. Letting him watch as she stiffened her tongue, pushing it against Scar’s ass. Slipping it slowly inside of him. Pushing her nose as deep as it could go into his ass fur as her young tongue speared inside of him.

Scar broke. He tilted his head and roared a cut-off howl of pleasure. His balls lept against Nala’s nose just as he had promised and she watched as his cum splashed back out of Kula’s too-tight asshole. His roar signaled an instant chain reaction. Malka howled with him, arching his back and spraying another load onto Nala’s rump and hindpaws. Nala stiffened, and he could feel her gasping for breath with her muzzle around his ass, her tongue fucking in and out of him as she lapped at her king. And Kula was the loudest of all of them, arching her back and squeezing down on the cumming adult, peddling against his belly, squeezing his cum from her ass back onto her tail, his cock, and balls.

“Ahhhhh,” Nala gasped, finally pulling her tongue back and bending her head. Pressing it to Scar’s ass as she came around her paw over and over. Grinding against his musky fur. Marking herself with his sweat and ass.

“Fuuuuuuck,” Chumvi commented from the side. He lazed on the cave floor watching, stroking himself. Nala gave him a blush-heated glance, looking to the other side and seeing Tama there, fixated as Scar’s cum dripped from Kula’s red stretched asshole.

Kula groaned again, a shudder of another orgasm running through her body. She ground her small pussy against Scar’s stomach, wetting it and hugging around his body as if he were a tree she were trying to climb.

Though Scar considered himself anything but a cuddler, he gave the cub her moment. Her orgasms felt absolutely marvelous around his cock. This one would be so very useful, he decided.

“Oh! Ahhh!” Kula hissed as Scar gently lifted her after a few moments. His barbs tore from her ass bit by bit, until he pulled from her tail with a wet “pop”. Kula blushed as a flood of his cum ran from her stretched tail hole, splashing over her cub cunt and over his own shaft. 

“Whoaaaaa, look how open it is!” Chumvi exclaimed, making Kula blush even more as every cub’s attention went right to her gaping, open tailhole. Her ears perked up though when Chumvi continued, “You really did it, Kula! You made King Scar cum in you hard!”

“Heh, I guess I did, huh?” Kula grinned shyly, looking up at Scar. The adult plastered a smile on his face. In truth, he found it easier to fake than usual by far. He decided the praise of her peers was sufficient, however, and put her aside, watching her fail to stand and slump to her side, groaning as fresh cum splashed the cave floor.

“You. Tama. Clean that.” He ordered.

Tama did a double-take and stared at the adult. “B-but, Scar—“

“Your majesty!” Scar corrected. He turned, putting a paw on Kula’s side and rolling her over. The cub was far too exhausted to even struggle. Her eyes widened, looking at the incredulous Tama, who was staring at Scar, a familiar tantrum brewing behind her eyes.

“T-Tama we made a deal,” Nala finally broke in. Her voice was still shaking and her headfur visibly matted with a combination of Scar’s musk and cum that had dripped onto her face from Kula’s ass. “For justice!”

“Oh yes. Justice. You do want justice, don’t you, dear Tama?” Scar smirked. Tama opened her muzzle, gaze slowly falling to Kula’s stretched, leaking ass. She took a step and hesitated, then clicked her teeth together in swallowed rage and stalked to Kula, shoving her muzzle between her friend’s legs. 

“Oh! Oh……” Kula kicked her legs and Scar laughed.

“She seems to like that. Maybe she’ll give you some extra to clean up, while you’re there. Do get nice and deep, Tama. I would hate to have my cave dirtied with filthy cum. Tama growled, but did as she was told, closing her eyes and digging her tongue into Kula, her exploration made easier by how wide her ass was stretched. Kula couldn’t help enjoying it. If she hadn’t just cum she felt she might float away in bliss as the lioness who she admired most slid her tongue deep into her asshole, cleaning away the adult cum deep within. She whimpered, closing her eyes and hugging Scar’s paw to her belly, starting to hunch on Tama’s tongue.

“Now cubs. Go ahead and look at your little friend. Simba will be the next cub you see with as ass that looks like that. You have proven yourself my loyal subjects, all. You will have your justice. I will pin my nephew to the earth and make him my lioness. I will split his ass like you have not yet seen. I will thrust myself through him like the foul sore of a wretch he is and leave him to bleed for your pleasure. For justice.” 

Scar looked to Tama and moved his paw, patting her head, which made her nose squelch in Kula’s pussy. The little cub kicked, cumming one more time as Scar held his paw on Tama’s head a moment longer than necessary, feeling her wriggle on her friend’s quivering snatch. When she finally pulled away her head and nose were matted down, and Kula lay breathing deeply on her back, eyes closed in bliss.

“I think that’s enough for this afternoon, perhaps,” he yawned. A part of him wished to keep the cubs around for another round or two, but he thought better of it. They would only annoy him and he knew he had most of them in his clutches. If he truly needed the release, they’d be his for the taking. 

He nudged Kula over again, watching her get groggily to her feet.

“Bring Simba to me. Tomorrow, past the acacia groves, near the gorge. We will need privacy. He will receive a king’s justice there. Now go, subjects, and let me rest.”

He turned, dismissing them. There was a small patter of paws, then a soft “Thank you, Scar,” from Nala. He turned slightly, his green eyes meeting hers. He nodded, and she turned to follow her friends from the cave.