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Simba heard the pair before he saw them, and he knew just who it was.

"They're playing without me!" he thought crossly, pushing through the bushes in indignation. Ever since Malka had wandered his way into the Pridelands, Simba had seen less and less of Nala. They used to play together all day everyday. Now she always wanted to be off with Malka. Sometimes he'd even find them with the other cubs and everyone just "forgot" to tell him they were going to play.

"What's so great about that slimeball, anyway?" he thought, not for the first time that morning.

Then he smelled them.

Then he saw.

Simba's chest fell into his stomach as Malka and Nala looked up at him in unison with an unfocused, lust-drenched gaze.

"Oh, crap..."

"Keep going!" Nala gasped, still staring at Simba. No, staring through him. As if he were nothing but a cloud of gnats. "Don't you dare stop, Malka!"

"What are you doing??" Simba's voice sounded shrill in his own ears and he took two steps forward. Despite himself he couldn't help his gaze falling to where his friend's rump connected against Malka's orange pelt. Watching as the visiting cub humped into her over and over. Fully occupying the position he'd dreamed of filling for seasons.

"Sorry, bro," Malka managed to moan. "Gotta give the lady what she wants!"

"I'm not your brother! You can't--"

"Oh yes, give me what I want!" Nala groaned back as if Simba weren't talking.

"Mmf! Tell me what you want, Nala!"

Simba watched on, mouth open in gaping shock. He felt himself growing hard despite his horror as he watched the passionate coupling.

"Whoa..."

Simba spun as Chumvi, Tama, and Kula caught up behind him.

"Oh shit! Get it, Nala!" Tama laughed.

Kula put a hand over her mouth, eyes darting between the mating cubs to Simba's exposed hardon, to Tama and back again.

"I guess Malka really is the new prince!" Chumvi crowed, making Simba blush with fury.

"He is not!!" Simba shouted, but all eyes were on Nala and Malka as the two gasped and groaned in oblivious pleasure.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!" Nala squealed, claws digging into the dirt. "Shoot inside me this time! Inside me like a king! Shoot inside me and don't stop until you do it again! Don't stop fucking me!"

Simba huffed as Tama shouldered him aside for a better view. The cubs all came closer, watching with rapt attention as Malka hunched further over the cumming Nala. He grit his teeth, and a chorused "oohhhh" escaped the cubs as Malka began filling Nala.

And just as Nala demanded, he didn't slow down for a second when Nala came for him again and then again.

"I'm the prince, Nala," Simba said in a soft whine, moving close enough to force eye contact with his friend.

"You're not the one... mmm... on my back.... Are you?" Nala moaned. "Don't stop, Malka! Ohhh I'm gonna be close again..."

"I command you to stop!" Simba growled, slamming a paw down.

"S-sorry, Simba," Malka groaned, sparing the golden cub a glance. "Maybe you can--"

"Shut up and fuck me!" Nala snarled. "I want your cum again, not his!"

"This is hot," Kula mewed from the side.

"Yeah it is. I want next!" Chumvi grinned.

Tama rolled her eyes. "Pff. Nala'd bite your tail off before she let you on her like that, you dope."

"Might be worth it," Chumvi murmured, but his ears drooped a little.

"Guys, stop goofing off and make them stop!" Simba snarled.

"Fuck no," Chumvi cocked his head to the side, looking at Simba as if he were crazy. "You stop them, your royal bossiness." When Simba didn't move, Chumvi chuffed. "Yeah that's what I thought."

"Oh kings, look at that!" Kula exclaimed. All the cubs moved to get a better view, watching Malka's cock slipping in and out of Nala amidst a froth of fresh cub semen. More and more built up as Malka fucked her using his own cum as lube.

"I... I'm really wet," Kula said aloud in a whisper, almost as if she hadn't meant to speak aloud at all.

"Me too," Tama agreed.

"D-do you want to...?"

Tama smiled. "Oh yeah."

"Really!" Kula's ears stood straight up, turning towards her friend. Tama smirked back.

"Do I want to watch you get on your belly and let Chumvi do that to you? Mmm, yes I do! Why don't you do that right now, Kula?"

Kula's ears dropped. "Oh... I..."

Tama looked to Chumvi, who stared back at her with wide, surprised eyes, then back to the startled Kula.

"Oh maybe you don't. Too bad... It would be SO fun to watch..." Tama took a few steps away from Chumvi and Kula, her tail lifted high. Both cubs watched, wide-eyed, transfixed by the view of Tama's wet cub pussy. Tama looked over her shoulder with a smirk.

"I might get so horny thinking about it later I couldn't help but just... Come to you for a little help..."

"Oh... Oh! I-I guess. Yeah! I can do that, Tama!" Kula licked her lips, looking sidelong at Chumvi, her posture full of shyness.

"Mm, lucky me," Tama purred. She took a few more steps, physically pushing a flabbergasted Simba out of her way as she stepped up alongside Nala and Malka. Nala looked up at her, and Tama grinned back boldly.

"I'm sure they don't mind. What do you think, Nala?" Tama grinned boldly, winking at her gasping best friend as Malka relentlessly rutted into her. "You think Kula here should lift her tail with ya and let Chumvi put a load or two in her?"

"Oh fuck yes," Nala groaned.

"C'mon over, Kula. You heard the princess," Tama grinned at Kula, who clearly had no idea what to do with the situation. The dark furred cub hesitated, then walked over, trying to avoid Simba's angry gaze as she did. Chumvi didn't seem any more sure of himself, but slowly followed.

"Right in front, I think," Tama purred, indicating the space in front of Nala and Malka. "Only fair to give them a show, right?" Kula gulped, and didn't respond. Tama licked her ear once, and the cub straightened and shivered.

"Put that tail up nice and high for us," Tama murmured, a hint of gruffness in her already-husky voice. "And when it can't get up any higher, you tell Chumvi his bitch is ready for his cock."

Kula blushed like she never had before in her life, but found herself stepping forward under the orders of the commanding Tama. Nala and Malka even took a moment to watch as she stepped a few feet in front of them, and lowered her belly unsurely to the ground. Still blushing, with all eyes on her, the young lioness slowly raised her tail, exposing her young smooth pussy for all to see. She stuck her chest to the ground as Tama had demanded, lifting her tail until it was nearly straight in the air. Until she was standing on tip-paw.

"Nice, dude," Malka whispered under his breath, and beneath him Nala nodded her head in silent agreement. Everyone was too busy watching Kula to even see that Chumvi was the most dumbstruck of all.

Kula looked back at them all, blushing so hard it was visible around her pink nose. She made eye contact with Tama first. Holding it, making sure her friend had noticed how well she obeyed. Nervously enjoying the site of Tama gazing under her tail.

Then at last she turned, her voice soft, her legs quivering in their spread position.

"Your bitch is ready for your cock, Chumvi."

Chumvi had never moved so fast in his life. All in an eager moment the brown cub was on her back, pressing her down between his legs. He missed once and then his rock hard cub cock was buried to the balls inside the previously virgin lioness. Her squeal and his groan of ecstasy filled the air as he thrust deep and hard.

Malka groaned. "Oh fuck, I can't..."

"Me either!" Nala gasped, eyes locked on Chumvi's cock deep within her friend's unprepared pussy. "Fill me, Malka! Fill me while he fills her! While I... I..."

The cubs gasped, fucking twice as hard to match Chumvi's manic thrusts. It didn't take a minute before they snarled together, Malka's cum once again spraying deep within Nala's clenching tunnel.

"Sorry, Chief, I guess you're just watching today," Tama smirked at Simba.

"I'm the future king!" Simba growled, looking helplessly at the two pairs of fucking cubs. "Mating the lionesses is my duty!"

"You're... not... a... king!" Nala gasped, groaning as Malka's thrusts continued, slow and deep. Feeling the pulse of his cock within her. "You're barely a prince!"

"I am too! And he's not a prince at all!" Simba shot back pointing at Malka "He just wandered into the pride cause he was lost!" Nala looked up at Simba, breathing in long, ragged breaths as her orgasm faded. Malka kept his head down, biting Nala's nape as he whimpered, still spraying his load.

"Your mom and dad say he's your brother, so there! That makes him a prince!"

"Oh for the kings' sake," Simba took a few steps forward and stopped when Malka looked up at him with a sharp growl.

"Back off, Cat! Let the girl make her choice, would ya?" Malka licked the back of Nala's neck and she arched against him, purring. The lion cub grinned, unable to suppress a slight smirk. "After all, she's made it a lot of times today. I think she knows what she wants!"

"Oh, that's it!" Simba growled, launching himself forward into an aggressive charge. With speed and power no one would expect from a cub, Nala pushed Malka backwards and off of her. She hissed as his barbs tore at her insides, but it didn't slow her down one bit.

"Aw, shit!" Tama laughed, grinning at Malka, whose shock was resolving to amusement as he sat on his rump, watching the scuffle in a haze.

Nala and Simba met in a flurry of paws, grappling for position. Kula looked up in surprise, eyes wide as the two cubs fought, but unable to move an inch in Chumvi's grasp. She watched in a half-daze, sensations flooding through her she had never imagined.

Simba tried for a low swipe, but Nala stepped over it, twisting him off balance by pushing his chest at the same moment. Momentarily knocked onto his back feet, Nala's lunge caught him in the mid-section like a lioness tackling prey. The breath whooshed from Simba's lungs. He manage to hold on as they somersaulted once, but knew it was over as soon as Nala's claws grasped his chest, twisting him under her and holding him there as she leveraged her weight to slam him into the dirt.

Simba opened his mouth but only a wheeze came out. Nala snarled at him, fury in her face.

"You know why I chose him?" She growled, breathing heavily. Simba just gaped. "Because Malka doesn't just brag. When he says he can out-wrestle me, he ends up on top! And when he says he's gonna make me cum--guess what--he fucking does it!" Nala twisted her claws in his chest, making him wince. "He's a real lion. You're the princess here!"

Nala stared at him, a look on her face he'd never seen before. He was too winded to react as she stood, turning above him. She stepped on his arm, holding it down, and then grabbed his legs, pushing them back against his body with her weight and holding them in place. Simba shook a little on instinct, trying to break her strong grasp, but failing. She had always let him up before. He had never realized just how strong she really was!

Then Nala lifted her tail high, her matted, dripping pussy exposed. His eyes went wide as mangos and, for a moment, arousal hit him like a rhino, the object of his dreams so very close. Then horror washed over him as Nala crouched, the evil grin plastered on her muzzle.

"And if you're the princess here, this is your job!" Nala sneered. Simba tried harder to get away, but couldn't break Nala's hold.

"Eww! EWW! Stopit!" He could hear the other cubs laughing as drip after drip of Malka's fresh cum began to patter onto his face. A look of slight concentration passed over Nala's face as she shook her rump, squeezing fresh patters of spunk into his protesting muzzle.

Behind him he heard Chumvi's cubbish roar and, a moment later, Kula's squeal. He groaned, realizing they were actually getting off watching his humiliation.

"Aww, look at his little willy," Tama laughed. Simba could just barely see her walking up and tried to escape again. He could feel her breath on his exposed sheath as she inspected him. "I think he thought he was actually gonna get some!"

"Maybe he thought Malka would fuck him next!" Chumvi called, to a series of laughs.

"Get... OFF!" Simba shouted, but was quickly silenced as Nala shoved her rump over his muzzle, muffling his outburst.

"Let's find out!" he heard Tama say. What did that mean? Simba tried to look around Nala but couldn't see a thing. He heard Nala take a deep intake of breath, and then felt something firm and wet against his tail pucker. His eyes widened and he tried to shout again, pushing helplessly against Nala's rump.

"Yeah, let's find out!" Nala agreed.

Tears sprang to Simba's eyes as something started pushing into his asshole without warning. He kicked his legs against Nala's paws, but even though his claws pricked her paw pads, she held him tight. He could do nothing as whatever it was wormed its way inside him, painfully stretching his tailhole.

Sounds and sensations without context were flooding his senses. He couldn't believe this was happening, and he couldn't even tell what was going on! Was Malka actually fucking him right now? It didn't feel... right for that, somehow. Then, when it pulled out and shoved back in he realized what it was. Tama was fucking him with her paw! That nasty little dirt-rolling she-hyena! And Nala was just letting her do it! In fact, she was liking it! He could hear her breathing heighten above him, and fresh juices squeezed onto his face.

Then he finally made out the soft "Oh! Oh! Oh!" of Kula in the background. Chumvi must be fucking her again. He groaned, more tears coming to his eyes as he realized he was beaten. Prince or not, he couldn't escape the humiliation.

"Heh, look how hard he got!" Tama's voice rang out. "I think he likes it!"

Nothing could have been further from the truth, but Simba realized he was fully out of his sheath regardless. Maybe he really did like it? He must, if he was stiff! The cub groaned as Tama pressed her pawtoe into him again, the flash of pain distracting him from his quandary.

"What do you think? Should I make him, y'know..."

"No," Nala said, her voice strained all of a sudden. "But keep it up. Just... Just give me a minute..."

"Ooh, she likes it! How about you, big boy? Wanna help a girl out?" Simba winced as Nala pushed back harder, blocking out more of his view as she literally pressed her girl parts into his nose. He had to open his mouth to breath, but then she just slid herself over his tongue, dumping more of Malka's salty cum into his muzzle. He gagged, failing to spit it out and having to swallow it instead.

An "Oh!" That must have been Tama's reached his ears, followed by wet, loud slurping.

"Ohh yeah, Malky," Nala moaned above him. "Lick her good!"

The thought of Malka's tongue under Tama's tail filled him with rage and then, shamefully, arousal. It got worse when Kula began making loud sounds again, and then Chumvi not long after. Simba could do nothing but continue trying his best to breath as all the other cubs continued their fun at his expense.

Then Nala started thrusting, sliding herself over him faster and faster until she gasped. At the same moment a splash of tangy juices splashed onto and into his muzzle. Simba moaned, realizing his cock was twitching with pent up desire.

At just that moment the pawtoe pulled from his ass, leaving him feeling empty in a way he'd never imagined, and a hoarse groan that must have been Tama reached his ears. Nala dismounted a moment later, and he had a perfect view of Tama's gasping face as he squinted through the sudden brightness.

He looked at Nala, who gave him a glare and then just shook her head, rolling on her side and beginning to groom her matted pussyfur.

"C'mon, Nala..." He moaned. Then, when she ignored him, "Tama?" She looked up at him, licking her lips. Malka stepped out from behind her, a silly grin on his mussed muzzle as he took a long stretch as if he hadn't a care in the world.

"Mm, what's that, Princess?" Tama purred.

"Can you... Just touch me? Please?" Simba pleaded. "Please?"

"Is that an order, Your Majesty?" The girl cub returned, rolling her eyes.

"No! No, I won't be bossy, I promise! Just... please!"

"Whatddya think, Nala?" Tama asked.

Nala looked up and shrugged. "If you really wanna," she said dismissively, going back to her cleaning.

"Tell ya what, Princess, we'll make a deal," Tama said.

"Okay!" Simba nodded hopefully.

"See, this dirty lioness I know got my paw all icky," Tama said, her eyes narrowing. "So here's the deal. You clean it with your muzzle, and I'll touch you. How's that sound?"

Simba's eyes went wide, and from the side of his vision he saw even Nala look up.

"Wha-- You can't be..." He looked from Nala to Malka, but all eyes were on Tama. She confidently stepped over him, holding her paw up.

"Should be easy, Chief! One clean paw and you get to join the gang getting your rocks off. Fair deal."

Simba's stomach churned as Tama held her paw up, wriggling her pawtoes expressively.

"But I--"

"Three," Tama counted.

"Tama, c'mon!"

"Two."

"Guys!"

"One!"

"Fine!" Simba shouted, louder than he had intended. "Fine," he said in a softer mumble. "I'll do it."

"That's what I thought," Tama smirked, stepping forward. "Open wide, Princess. Let 'em watch!"

Simba took a deep breath and opened his mouth. As soon as it was open, Tama pressed her pawtoe into his muzzle, sliding it over his tongue. The scent and taste hit him simultaneously, making him gag a little, but he wrapped his tongue around the musky pawtoe, dutifully cleaning it.

He could hear a mix of "eww", "gross!", and "wow" from the others, but he simply closed his eyes, tearing up a little until he was positive Tama's paw was clean.

"Mmm, good bitch," Tama growled, pulling her paw back when he released it and inspecting it. "Good job! Even got under my claws clean!" she teased.

"C'mon. I did it, Tama, you don't have to rub it in," Simba growled.

"Heh, fine, fine," the girlcub conceded with a roll of her eyes. "Well that's that. I'm ready for a bath and a nap, how about you guys? Let's hit the watering hole!"

Simba sat up, legs still spread, his red erection standing straight up. "Hey, we had a deal! You said you'd get me off!"

"Of course we have a deal!" Tama grinned at him. "I'll get you off, alright! Maybe we can even do it tomorrow." She narrowed her eyes. "Mm, I dunno. I might be busy sleeping tomorrow. Maybe the next day, eh? We never did say when. Well, I'll be sure to come get you!"

"That's not fair!" Simba almost whimpered, but Tama was already turning. Nala rose to her feet, close behind. Chumvi and Kula joined and they all began to set out together without a look, leaving him there on his back, watching in shocked horror.

His eyes connected with Malka. A passing sympathetic look crossed the other boy cub's face, but he just shrugged. "Sorry, Cat," he muttered. "Maybe don't be such a dick."

Then he dashed off after the others, and Simba was all alone.