The sound of her heart pounding in Nala's ears, combined with the panting breaths she was desperately trying to stifle was almost but sadly not enough to drown out the sounds around her. The cub was still in shock. Mufasa was dead and the same was presumed of Simba, the very thought enough to make the young lioness heart clench with pain in her chest. But worse than that was Scar's ascendancy, and the new king's proclamation.
	Hyenas! The disgusting, degenerate scavengers Mufasa had held away from the Pridelands could now walk freely, but even that wasn't the sickest thing to befall the grieving felines. She folded her ears at the sight of Scar leering and gloating from the pinnacle of Pride Rock as he announced the hyena packs and the pride would merge into one, and that to facilitate that the felines would be expected to submit and be bred by the savages that were now strutting around their home.
The thought was enough to make the cub's stomach turn. She didn't even know if it was possible for lions and hyenas to breed, for the simple reason that it had never been done. No lion or lioness would sully themselves by either mounting or worse yet - being mounted by the vile mongrels, and no hyena was foolhardy enough to attempt to take a lioness by force, for fear of being killed either by an enormous enraged lion or meeting their end at the teeth and claws of stalking lionesses.
But as proud and fierce as the felines were, they could do naught but obey their king, loathsome as he was. Even Rafiki, the old mandrill shaman had recognized Scar as sovereign of the Pridelands and blessed his reign, although it had become painfully apparent why he'd been so quick to do so. Sarabi, Mufasa's former queen and now his widow, was forced to be the first to submit, prostrate on the top of Pride rock and in sight of both the gathered lionesses and hyenas as the ape grabbed her tail and positioned himself behind the golden-furred female before he drove himself in with a thrust hard enough to raise the lioness' rear off the ground.
And the fur around Nala's eyes was still damp with the tears she'd shed over the sight of her mother's fate. Scar had pronounced her for his new queen and Nala had been amazed by her mother's stoic calm and the way she'd remained dignified even as the loathsome male mounted her and began pumping away at her presented behind.
As despised as Scar had been at that point, she wondered if the other lioness' didn't envy her mother's position under the sinister male, especially once the hyena's began to claim what their new `king' had given them. It was a sight she knew would haunt her once she managed to get some sleep, and no doubt for many nights to come. Some lionesses had merely lifted their tails and bowed their heads, accepting the cruel fate that was forced upon them. Those who hesitated soon found hyenas leaping upon them, forcing them to the ground until a red tapered cock was buried in their slits.
It had been terrifying to hear grown lionesses shriek like cubs, but the sounds the cubs made were worse by far. Even they weren't to be spared, which was the reason Nala was even now desperately trying to sneak away from the place she'd called home her whole life. She'd seen females her age get red shafts pushed either down their throats or in their squirming rumps by grown hyenas, and even the few males weren't spared the fate. The female hyenas insisted that they should get them, so as not to upset the `natural' order of things, but considering that they had members as big as the males it proved small consolation for the young lions who found themselves speared on the cock of a hyena bitch who had no intention of bearing cubs.
"Well, look who's trying to sneak away!"
At the sound of a hyena's sinister remark Nala's blood almost froze in her veins, until she realized she wasn't the one they were referring to when the unlucky lioness spoke up.
"Please I. I've already been." the female said, and now the crouching cub could see her and her captors through the tall grass she was hiding in. She was a young female, but almost fully grown, her age betrayed only by the still high voice and a body that was more slender than that of a grown lioness. And judging by the sight of her dripping slit, she wasn't lying about having been taken already.
"Yeah, I can see that. But we're really pent up and lioness' cunt is something we could only dream of until now, so by the time we're ready to call it a day most of you pussies will have been fucked until you can barely stand." Another of the hyenas spoke, and Nala's heckles rose at the sound of his voice. She remembered Banzai, the leering leader of the trio that had caught her and Simba once in the Elephant Graveyard. But her friend was gone now, and more importantly so was the king who'd leaped at the three loathsome beasts and beat them into submission. This female could hope for no such rescue.
"Fine. Just make it quick." the surrounded lioness replied, flicking her ears back in shame and defeat as three hyenas surrounded her. Nala dreaded the thought of seeing what was about to happen, but with three pairs of beady eyes she didn't dare move, at least until the creatures were sufficiently distracted.
"Well, we were going to be gentlemanly about it and each wait our turn, but if the young lady wants it rough and quick." Banzai leered as one of the other hyena's laid down.
The lioness didn't protest as she was pushed on top of the male, and suppressed a yowl when teeth clamped down on the base of her tail and pulled her down until her messy muff was speared on a raging red hyena cock. She even managed to stay quiet as the creature under her began to hump, but couldn't stop herself from yowling in agony when Banzai mounted her and quickly sheathed his own length under the young feline's tail. The third assailant took advantage of her wide-open maw to slip his own shaft into it, replacing the lioness' pained whimpers with even more disturbing sounds as she struggled not to choke on the red rod while her muzzle was raped.
Nala had tried closing her eyes but that only made the heavy, wet noises seem all the worse. She forced herself to open them several agonizingly long minutes later when the trapped female began letting out squeals that even the shaft buried part-way down her throat couldn't fully stifle. Nala watched as the cackling trio forced their swollen knots in one by one, laughing hysterically as the struggling lioness was forced to accept both the bestial members and soon three more doses of warm hyena spunk.
Knowing that the hyena's were distracted as well as unable to chase after her even if they did spot her, the cub crept around the lurid scene, and once she judged she'd gotten far enough she broke into a desperate run. She'd hoped to get out of hearing range once the rutting males were ready to pull their grotesque members out of their victim, but either she failed or she imagined the violated lioness' cries of agonized shame echoing in the Pridelands.
*******
Hyenas, as a rule, weren't the brightest of creatures in the land, and the one even then unknowingly sniffing out Nala's trail was anything but an exception. Ed had joined in on the fun along with his pack-mates, gibbering as he forced his cock into the tight sex of a lioness whose muzzle had been buried sheathe-deep in another male's crotch. Humping the whimpering huntress had been the best feeling in the dim-witted males life, and by far better than mounting Shenzi's flea-bitten behind on those rare occasions when her heat forced her to assume a female role.
But once his knot had slipped from the violated femininity, he found himself wandering aimlessly, too impatient to wait in line until he got hard again like the rest of his friends. He hadn't gotten far when he caught a fresh scent, one that had his sheath swelling and his stubby tail wagging. And while Ed's brain left even more to be desired than an average Hyena, the slobbering male's nose was keen enough to pick up the trail, the nostrils flaring with every inhale of feminine musk until his cock was bobbing under him. It helped, of course, that the trail led him along a very familiar path.
*******
Nala's ears were perked and swiveling around at every whistle of the wind through the forlorn landscape. The Elephant Graveyard - a place where cubs had been forbidden to set foot in, on the grounds that dangerous creatures made it their home. But those same beasts were now in the once safe Pridelands, so Nala thought she might be safe here, at least for a while. The sound of dry bones tumbling made her reconsider that, and any hope of safety was gone once she saw one of the hyenas standing a few feet behind her, saliva dripping from its lolling tongue as it regarded her as if she was prey.
For a brief moment, Nala considered begging for mercy, but she remembered how that had worked out for the lioness that had been mounted by three males at the same time. And they had seemed more sapient than the beast now padding towards her. Instead she broke into a desperate run, leaping across the bone-strewn ground in a desperate attempt to escape the obviously aroused male behind her.
But the cackling hyena had kept up with her, and when she tripped and fell the larger male pounced on her, planting one paw between the cub's shoulder blades and effectively keeping her pinned. Nala tried to struggle but all she managed to do was to raise her rear end while her chest remained pressed against the dusty ground. And she realized that had been a mistake once she felt a tongue swipe across her unprotected sex.
It wasn't the first time the cub had felt a tongue back there, but it was different than the cleaning swipe of her mother's raspy appendage. The hyena's tongue was smooth and slimy and it had pressed against her tiny muff with enough force to part her folds and brush across the tender flesh behind them. The gibbering male must have liked his first taste because a second later the cub felt another swipe of that broad tongue, this one forceful enough to push the tip into her virginal sex.
The young lioness screwed her eyes shut and folded her ears against her head, but it didn't help. She could still hear, not to mention feel the horny hyena slobbering all over her rump, his slick tongue parting her lips every time he pushed it in. When the tongue-lashing finally stopped she hoped for a moment that the worst was over, but deep down she knew better. She remembered the sight of the hyena's cock dangling between his legs even before he'd had a taste of her, and judging by how vigorously he'd eaten her out she didn't think that it had done anything to quell his lust.
The paw was removed from her back as the cackling hyena positioned himself on top of her, planting both his forelegs in front of the cub's face. Nala considered trying to bolt, but a menacing growl from above her warned her not to try ,even as a squirt of the male's precum over her well-tongued rump told her what was about to happen to her.
Her tail was lowered on instinct even though she kept her hind quarters up as the male panting above her hunched over and started to thrust blindly. But her attempt to protect her young cunny proved futile, as after a few painful jabs the tapered end of Ed's cock found and speared her little slit. The moment he felt he was on larger the larger male gave one savage buck, the cub's muzzle opening in a silent scream as all the air was driven from her lungs.
The pain of her maidenhead being torn and the pain of being stretched in such a brutal way merged until all Nala could feel back there was a searing heat that hurt worse than anything before. It must have felt good for the beast mounting her, since the hyena paused only long enough to gibber in delight until his hips moved again. This time Nala actually felt her hind-paws leave the ground for a split second as the force of the male's thrust lifted her behind up.
Her mother had explained mating to her some time ago, when the cub had caught the older lioness with something white dripping from her slit and wouldn't quiet down until she got an answer. The lioness had been miserly with details, but she explained what mating was, and told her cub that it felt pleasant, although sometimes painful. With her immature sex splayed around the hyena's red shaft, Nala couldn't imagine how this could feel anything other than agonizing. The other lionesses she'd seen being mounted didn't seem to enjoy it, although she did remember some of them were making strange noises, ones the cub had never heard before.
The beast rutting her didn't seem to care that she was still too young to mate, especially with a full grown male. Every buck of those hips shoved a little more of the vile cock between her stretched lips and Nala could feel her body adjusting to accommodate the throbbing intruder. The red length was leaking into her and the cub wasn't sure if she should feel disgusted by the mess the hyena was leaving in her or grateful that the spurting member was at least making her slippery.
For his part, Ed didn't notice the distress his reluctant mate was in. He panted happily, tongue lolling from his muzzle as he began to hump the squealing cub that had just barely adjusted to having his twitching length sheathed in her tight little cunt. She felt even better than the lioness he'd bred earlier, squeezing his shaft life a dripping vise as he began to rut her. She was a noisy little thing, but Ed didn't really care. They were too far from the others for her cries and squeals to attract any of his pack-mates who would have insisted on having a turn on her as well. It then occurred to the humping male that maybe he shouldn't be too quick to go back to Pride Rock where there were obviously more hyenas in need of servicing than there were lionesses to go around.
Nala could feel her tears soak into the fur around her eyes, to orbs wide open and staring at nothing as the abuse of her behind continued, the male's pace only becoming more brutal as he worked himself towards his finish. During her flight to perceived safety Nala had seen hyenas climax, and took some small comfort in the knowledge that she'd be spared the worst - her sex was barely taking the rutting male's shaft, so his disgusting knot would remain outside when he. when he filled her up.
The thought alone was almost enough to make the cub retch. The wet mess already inside her was bad enough, but she felt sickened by the knowledge that there was nothing she could do to stop the savage male from emptying his sack in her abused sex. And without her mother here to bathe her, she'd either have to lick the male's spunk up herself or endure having his reek both on and in her.
Those thoughts were interrupted when she felt something slam against the lips splayed around the pistoning length. The next time it happened it left little doubt in the cub's mind what the thing was and why it was hitting her. A fresh wave of panic washed over her as it became clear that the drooling male raping her intended to shove the growing red bulge into her already overstuffed femininity. She briefly considered bolting but it was no use. She wasn't sure if she could feel her hind-paws after the bestial rutting, and it took all her strength just to keep her front ones braced and to stop the savage male from pushing her muzzle into the dirt with every thrust.
She clung to a sliver of hope that he still wouldn't be able to force all of himself in. She was barely taking his shaft as it was, but the bestial mating seemed to stretch her sex a little further, the hyena's juices squelching form her with every buck of his mangy hips. Soon the slams of the knot changed and she could feel the sharp stings as her lips were splayed with every thrust. She grit her teeth at the fresh pain, hoping desperately that the lunatic breeding her would give up and satisfy himself with merely using her to.
The thought was driven form her head even as the hard red bulge was pushed in with one brutal buck of the hyena's hips. The burning Nala felt was worse than her initial violation had been, and as the bestial organ grew with every beat of the male's heart she found herself desperately clinging to consciousness. She lost that struggle soon after the now trapped hyena cock began to twitch, the sensation of heat spreading through her feeling all the more bizarre as the exhausted feline blacked out.
*******
Her dreams picked up where reality had left off, and Nala found herself being mounted over and over by the cackling, slobbering hyena. He'd been gripping the base of her tail in his jaws, holding her up and pulling her towards him as she struggled to grab onto something with her forepaws. Once she woke she realized her dream had a basis in reality. It seemed like she was being carried, her hind-legs limp in the air while her forepaws were scraping against the ground. She felt a burning tug with every step of whoever was carrying her and she quickly realized what was happening.
She was still tied to the loathsome male! Looking behind her she could see her rump pressed against the brute's haunches, his disgusting member still buried in her violated sex as he trotted along, dragging her behind him. It was both painful and humiliating to think that she'd dangled from the male's hindquarters for. how long? Looking around her she could tell they were no longer in the bone-strewn barrens, although the dry and scraggly terrain she saw wasn't the Pridelands, but more likely someplace beyond the Elephant Graveyard.
The cub heard a squirting sound just before she felt something warm seep into the fur around her knotted slit. With a sickening dread she realized the lunatic hyena's cock was shrinking, and that the load she felt sloshing around inside her was gushing out as the seal became loose. Feeling a desperate need to feel the bestial shaft leave her body, she began to squirm as best as she could. This only led to more lewd noises and it wasn't until her paws managed to snag a gnarled root that she felt her abused muff stretch as the still enormous knot slid out. Her ears folded at the loud pop as the hyena's bulge slipped free, his still warm seed gushing from her sex even before the revolting red length slid out of her no longer virginal sex.
Her rapist and captor began to circle her, obviously savoring the sight of the whimpering cub with her slit oozing the white mess he'd left in it. Or maybe he was making sure Nala didn't bolt. Not that she could. Even though sleep had claimed her it had been anything but restful. The pain in her sex was no longer searing but it still ached, and while she felt she'd be able to walk she didn't trust her hind-legs to have enough strength to run. That is, even if she knew where she'd run to. She'd probably just wind up getting lost, and even though it seemed a better option than staying with the leering male this place looked quite dry, and since she had no idea where the nearest watering-hole was.
"Water." the word left the cub's muzzle even as it had entered her mind. She repeated it, looking up at the grinning face of her captor, hoping he was sane enough not to let her die of thirst. He must have drank his fill, since he didn't seem to be parched and panting, which led her to believe they were someplace where the hyenas had called home, before Scar let them into the Pridelands.
A gibbering laugh was her only reply as the male stepped forwards until he was standing above her, with his still erect shaft bobbing just in front of her muzzle. The sight of the length still glistening with the male's cum disgusted Nala, but her belly was empty and the feline nostrils couldn't help but flare as they took in the only trace of moisture in this arid land.
She felt tears leave her eyes as she closed them shut, opening her muzzle and extending her tongue out. She cringed when it touched against the hard and slimy shaft, but a squirt of fresh pre into her open maw soon had her sliding her muzzle along it on reflex. As disgusting as the idea of licking clean the cock that had only recently left her body after painfully violating her, she had to admit that the taste of the hyena's seed wasn't as bad as she thought it would be. It was bitter and laced with the scent of a male as well as something strangely sharp, but she found that she could force it down.
She flicked her ears down in an attempt to muffle the sound of happy panting coming from just above her as she swallowed more and more of the rosy member, her tongue lashing the steely length as she desperately licked every drop off it. The tip was leaking against the back of her tongue now, but she felt desperate for more. To make matters worse, she knew what she had to do to get it. The puddle that had gushed out of her aching sex was already absorbed by the dry dirt under her, and while there was still some trapped in her sex she knew it wasn't much. Not, at least, to what the male had pumped in there.
She remembered the way she could feel him shooting his seed before she'd lost consciousness, and the sheer amount of spunk that leaked out once the knot was free of her feline cunny. Her immature sex couldn't hold the deluge of hyena-cum, but she knew her belly could do a better job. Unfortunately that meant she had to make him feel aroused enough to make him cum down her throat.
Swallowing the rest of her pride along with the juices the male's member was leaking, she took a few more inches in, struggling not to gag as the tip brushed the back of her throat. Her efforts were rewarded as the shaft in her mouth swelled a little, the muscles in the shaggy male's abdomen visibly twitching as he fought the urge to wildly hump the cub's face. Considerate of him, but Nala suspected he had just enough brains to realize his most sensitive part was near some very sharp teeth. The cub closed her eyes as she took even more of his shaft, noticing that the thigh confines of her throat seem to feel particularly nice for the panting male she was servicing. And while she felt she owed him nothing, the young lioness knew that the more aroused he got the less time she'd have to spend with her muzzle wrapped around his cock.
But when the bestial length began to swell so much that she was having a hard time breathing, she decided she'd best pull off at least a little. Panic filled her when she tried to do just that, only to realize the member could no longer go past her teeth. The knot! She cursed herself for keeping her eyes closed, since the bulge had slimmed down to the point that she didn't even realize it was in her muzzle. It was engorged now and trapped securely behind her canines, meaning that the hyena's cock would remain lodged in her throat until he'd finished dumping his load down her gullet.
She could feel the length twitch against her tongue even as she struggled to both breathe and swallow the trickle the tapered tip was leaking down her throat. The act of her gullet tightening around the red length must have felt particularly pleasant for the male above her since she could hear him grunt every time it did. It was only when the occasional twitches changed to rhythmic throbs that she realized what was about to happen.
And in spite of that she almost choked on the first blast of watery hyena seed shooting down her stuffed throat. The fear of dying of thirst was soon replaced by fear of drowning as the cub struggled to keep up with the male's flow as he emptied his heavy nuts down her gullet. Her claws dug into the ground and tears began to flow form her eyes, the cub's throat working desperately to keep up with the flow of warm hyena spunk.
She had no idea how long she'd spent with her muzzle locked around the red rod spraying its load straight into her belly, but it had shrunk quickly after the last trickle of the panting male's seed. Once it was out of her mouth the cub gasped desperately for air as a few errant spurts shot across her face. As humiliating and terrifying as it had been, at least her bloated belly was proof she had a way of finding something to drink in this place.
*******
The feeling of revulsion didn't leave Nala no matter how many times she was subject to the same fate. The young lioness had her rump in their air and her tail up and to the side, her eyes shut as the cackling hyena behind her drove his tongue past her lips. She'd spent a week or so in the company of her abductor and was grateful, to a degree, that he was looking after her. He led her along to watering holes, although he still sometimes pushed his crotch in her face and made her suck him off. He also shared the prey he caught with her, even though it was disgusting to watch him eat since the slobbering hyena gorged on both meat and bone.
For now though he seemed to have an appetite for feline flesh. He would usually only give her slit a few licks before mounting her, but now he had his muzzle pressed against her folds as his tongue delved into her, coaxing her feline honey from the cub's sex. Even stranger than that was her body's reaction to the violation. Although being mounted by the male hurt a little less every time he did it, it was still an ordeal for the cub, and his slobbering licks tended to disgust her. So shy was that tongue now making her feel a strange eagerness instead of dread and shame?
She had little time to ponder that when she let the probing appendage withdraw, leaving her feeling empty but obviously not for long. As the first few pokes of the male's tapered tip struck her tawny cheeks she did her best to try and angle her rump so that it would catch in her well-tongued muff. As shameful as it made her feel to help her rapist, it was something she'd started doing after the one time the pointed cock found and quickly penetrated her tail-hole. As horrible as mating with the cackling savage was, the agony of having her pucker rutted and knotted was something she never wanted to feel again as long as she lived.
Unbeknownst to the cub she'd entered her first heat, her body responding to the frequent mating despite her young age. Nala had been taught what a heat was but had no idea what it felt like and was convinced her first one was still a long way away. She couldn't understand why the touch of a hard, warm cock against her folds felt thrilling, or why her body was accepting the male's first thrust so readily.
Her cheeks burned with shame as something other than pain burned between her legs, the silken walls of her sex seeming more tactile than ever as they wrapped themselves around the invading member. The stretching still stung, and the hyena mounting her was as brutish as he always was, forcing himself in her all the way before humping her vigorously. But instead of clenching her teeth in pain and shame Nala found herself panting, her muzzle open and her tongue hanging form it, much like the male currently breeding her.
She felt shame at the way she was responding to this latest violation, and tried desperately to focus on shame, rather than other feelings threatening to flood her brain. She hated to admit it, but every stroke of the hyena's cock made her own sex pulse and squeeze around him ,desperate for the sensation of a hard, hot shaft sliding between her splayed lips and across the delicate pink surface of her dripping tunnel.
Even the bump of the knot against her folds failed to bring her out of it, her breathing shallow and rapid as the male worked his hips in an effort to force the bulge inside the surprisingly quiescent cub. Nala could feel her lips begin to give, the mass of hard flesh stretching her and threatening to slip in at any moment. She didn't even realize she was holding her breath, her pupils narrowed to thin slits as she waited to be tied.
The feeling of the knot being forced into her sent pain surging though her mind, but something else flowed along with it. Her ears picked up a strange whimpering she was shocked to realize was coming from her own throat, her abdominal muscles clenching as her sex tightened around the invading maleness. It washed over her just before the first surge of hyena seed shot into her womb - a feeling more powerful than anything in her life that left her mind blank and her body aflame. As she came down from that dizzying peak she wasn't surprised to hear herself purr as she was seeded by the cock trapped in her still twitching body. Shame, she knew, would come later, but for now this felt strangely natural.
*******
"Well, if it isn't our errant princess returned to the fold." Scar spoke, and the sneer in his tone made Nala wince. "Everyone was worried sick about you. And you too, I suppose." he added, addressing the mindless hyena standing at the side of the obviously gravid cub. He had secretly been glad to hear that the dimmest among the dim had gone missing, but he felt charitable to a minion who'd brought back such a valuable female, albeit well used.
"What on earth possessed you to run away Nala?" Sarafina asked, standing by Scar's side. Nala winced at both the harsh tone of her mother's words, and the sight of the lioness' gently swollen belly.
"I. I." the cub tried to speak, but was struck speechless by the cold way the matronly lioness looked at her, and the warm glances she threw Scar's way.
"Such a disappointment! I thought you might be fit to serve the king alongside me once you were a little older, but if you were willing to run off and let a hyena breed you I suppose that's all you were ever good for." she said, turning her back on her cub and padding along behind her new mate, head raised high and a soft purr leaving her throat as she contemplated her new life as the queen of the Pridelands.
Nala tried to swallow past the lump in her throat as she watched her mother leave her. During her ordeal she'd tried to keep her spirits up by remembering the dignified way the lioness who'd borne her had met her faith, but now it was clear she'd merely seen what she wanted to see - her mother stoically allowing Scar to mount her. But her mother was obviously happy with her pregnancy, as well as the male who'd bred her, a fate not shared by the other females of the Pride. The swollen bellies of the beaten lionesses told Nala that she wasn't the only one of them who'd give birth to pups rather than cubs, and as she turned around and saw Ed waiting for her with his shaft emerging from his sheath, she knew this would merely be the first of many litters she would bear.