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Simba descended from Pride Rock, enjoying the comfortable feeling of the sun and light breeze that blew through his mane. With no real plans for the day, the king of the Pride Lands decided to go for a bit of a walk. It had been a while since he simply allowed himself to just enjoy the peace and comforts of his own home.

It certainly is a nice day, Simba thought to himself. Alongside the warm sun and the cool breeze, there were the chirps of birds high above in the distant trees and the swaying of their leaves.

Wanting to take in more of the quiet nature of the savanna, Simba chose to divert himself from the main path. He stepped away from the beaten path and walked into the tall grasses, enjoying the feeling of the thin blades twisting and brushing against his fur. It had slipped the king just how tall the grass could grow, it amazed him how such thin and fragile things could grow nearly his own height...

While the king was strolling through the high grass, he was completely unaware of the being that was watching him. Staying just out of sight, but keeping his eyes firmly on Simba. A smirk spread on his muzzle, this could finally be that chance he was looking for. For some time now he had an eye on the king of the Pride Lands. He was admired by all, but the onlooker had a particular fondness for the monarch. Ever since he rose to power, the golden lion had taken refuge in his mind, tormenting with thoughts; perverse thoughts. Many involving, heavy touching, licking...mounting, a tight hole that rested underneath that thin tail...

Shuddering heavily, the onlooker reminded himself to be steady. If this was his chance, then he would do well to not mess it up. This was the king of the Pride Lands he was dealing with, a lion no less. A big, strong...fearsome creature...standing so tall and regal above all the rest...the perfect male to...

Snorting in both need and frustration, the onlooker decided to make his move. It was finally time; it would be just him and the king. He would have to get as much out of it as he could, there was no doubt that he would be severely punished for what he was going to do, but he simply couldn't stand it anymore...

Simba was humming the tune that he, Timon, and Pumbaa often sang in his youth. Peaceful moments like this often reminded him of his carefree days in the oasis. Though he missed those days, the king was happy where he was. He was where he originally called home and brought that land back from the brink of ruin. Everything in the Pride Lands was looking up; food was plentiful and they had even managed to miss the yearly drought, making this the most prosperous year the Pride Lands had ever seen.

Truly, Simba felt at peace with everything that had come before, and certainly now he was enjoying the small things. Even as insignificant it might have seemed any other time, Simba was grateful for the tall blades of grass. Their light touches and slight tickles reminded him of simple times of running through the savanna with Nala, hiding from Zazu's ever watchful eye.

He continued on, now getting lost in the days of his childhood. After returning to the Pride Lands after so long, it was as if he was experiencing it all again for the first time.

Unbeknownst to the daydreaming king, his onlooker, his stalker, who had obsessed over him the very moment he stood up Pride Rock, he was standing just a few feet behind him. The other male had been through these very grasses countless times. Preparing for this very moment, he trained himself to slink through the blades with all the ease of a snake. Even the steps of his heavy hooves were light...

Finally, you're all mine now... Your majesty...

A huge amount of weight was suddenly thrown on top of the king. Thick legs pressed down, crushing the grass that happened to be in the way. Another snort was heard, puffing hot breath against the king's mane. Stunned by the suddenness of it all, Simba looked up and was met with the face of a sneering zebra looking down at him.

The strong prey animal pressed his weight down on the king, ensuring that he wouldn't be going anywhere. Once he had done that, the zebra wasted no time aiming his cock against the king's unprepared hole.

Simba's eyes went wide as he felt the blunt, wide tip of the other male cock pressing against his backside. His pink rim was smooching the cock's tip, making the large animal shudder against him.

"I'm sorry, your majesty. But I want you-no I need you! And I'm not going to wait anymore!"

The zebra bucked his hips and stuffed his thick tip against and inside of Simba's ass, making the golden lion cry out underneath him. The black and white mammal raised his head and let out a deep shuddery moan. Finally. Finally, he could feel the king's soft ass hugging his cock. It felt even better than he had ever dreamed about.

Grunting and even starting to drool, the zebra shoved more of his cock inside. He was stopped by the added girth of his medial ring, to which he simply continued pressing.

Simba was speechless as his ass was forced to take the full brunt of the strong, heavy zebra's cock. The tip itself was already stretching his depths. But he could only groan and dig his claws into the grass from the pressing of the fleshy ring being slowly forced against his rim.

"Aaah! Take it all, your majesty!" With another hard push and the squish of Simba's ass, the zebra not only forced the thick ring inside, but all the inches that came after it. He had successfully buried every inch of his dick inside the lion of his dreams. Not all that was left to do was act out his many, many fantasies...

"W-wait!" Simba cried out, but his words were ignored.

The zebra strained as he pulled his long, girthy cock backwards. His cock was squeezed by the strong muscles within the lion's ass. His medial ring popped from the already puffy rim, making the prey animal groan. Another harsh pump was given, jamming that cock backside, forcing another wail out of the king.

Simba himself was pressed down, sandwiched between the flat earth, and the heavy body of the humping zebra. He couldn't even tilt his body, forcing to stay as he was. His muzzle was stuck open as more noises left it, a pure reaction to the sheer length and thickness that forced its way deep within and out of him.

This zebra was wasting no time, he drove his dick inside, huffing through his nostrils. Every little movement he made pressed his length against the soft, hot walls. They held his dick perfectly and massaged it, leaving behind tingling pleasure that coursed through the rest of his body.

"So tight and hot. Yes. I knew you were perfect!"

Bucking his hips hard, crashing them against the king's, the zebra thrust himself in and pulled back, biting his lip as he felt the rim clenching down on his lower shaft, his ring popped from the hold yet again, and the rest of his cock came forth. He kept his large tip in, taking only a second to appreciate the feeling of the lion's ass squeezing down on it.

A second a relief was all the pinned king got before his insides were filled and the cock was wedged into his deepest reaches. Hot, hard, pulsing, and leaking. That was all he could feel as his anus held tight to the thing that forced its way in. He didn't expect to but he received his own spurts of involuntary pleasure from just having his ass plugged from his rim to the very end of his anus.

"I should have known that the perfect king had a perfect ass too!"

More hard shoves were given and Simba couldn't even form words. All he could do was hold tight to the earth and clench his jaw. The zebra was breaking his ass in, already having it stretching to accommodate the size that filled it. Along with that was the hot pre that the zebra's cock left behind. It was smeared on the length that it came from, giving the lube he needed to fuck the king even harder, even easier.

He did so, thrusting his entire backside up and down; reeling his hindquarters back and hiking them in that air made his cock pull back and out with a now loud slurp. Shoving his backside back down and slamming it against Simba's jammed his entire dick back inside where it would be squeezed in a tight, pulsating hold.

Thumping his front hoof against the earth, the zebra picked up the pace of his rutting, thumping his lower half and his dick up and down, back and forth. He started out humping hard, but now he added speed to the experience. Against the hole were a series of sloppy squishes, a sound that the zebra relished. It was something that he took in as proof that he was really doing it! He was fucking the king of the Pride Lands.

Underneath him, Simba moaned out. His back was being bumped, pushed back and forth by the zebra's strong, quickened ruts. It kept his ass filled without letup and pressed against his sensitive walls over and over again. Every tender part of his ass was pressed and massaged, forcing the lion to experience the pleasures that came from anal sex. His own cock was hard, having a mind of its own. It leaked onto the ground, constantly pulsing and leaking. All the lion could do was moan incoherently, unable to even think straight. He could feel that blunt tip ramming past the length of his insides before bashing against the very end, sending an additional strike of lightning through him.

"I hope this pleases the king. Because I am very...v-very pleased..!"

Rolling his hips, the zebra groaned and lowered his head, pressing against Simba's. He drank in the sounds that the lion made, it thrilled him even more to know those sounds were because of him. They were the product of his cock driving right inside of the pristine, royal ass... A wide smile spread on his face, he was in total bliss, having accomplished his life's goal.

Simba was still reeling, and now he was even more dumbfounded by the zebra's head resting on top of his own. He could feel the wetness of warm drool soaking into his fur and hot breaths were puffed on his face. There was nothing that he could do, despite being the king of the Pride Lands, he was powerless under the hold of the large prey animal of all things.

The lion hissed as a spurt of searing precum was unloaded within him. As large as the zebra's cock was, he had a pair of fat balls that were heavy with fluids. All the motions and stimulation to his cock got the black and white mammal's orbs churning. Precum had already leaked in him before, but it was like a mini climax, with every thrust, Simba could now feel a dose of the hot, slick, substance being injected within his ass.

What Simba had yet to realize was that this was a product of the zebra steadily reaching his climax. His balls were working to expel all the precum, making way for the true load. As the pleasure would continue to build within the hoofed mammal, more and more of the clear stuff would be squirt from his tip. And when the zebra finally reached his climax...

The zebra himself, still using Simba's hole to pleasure himself, started to strain and wince. His front hoof again thumped against the ground and his tail was swishing out.

"Y-yes. My king! It's coming!"

At first the words were lost on the lion, but as the zebra slowed his humps Simba could feel the increased pulsing of the zebra's length. That combined with all the noises and added motions...

Simba's eyes grew wide and his paws scraped against the ground as he realized what the other male was referring to. He failed to get a proper grip due to his panicking. Just knew it seemed he had gotten a hold to the ground, the body pressing on his back shuddered and the zebra raised his head, letting out a deep bray.

The large cock in his ass was ground back and forth as it started to pulse hard. From his tip, into the king's ass, the zebra unloaded powerful gushes of his thick, hot load. It sprayed from his winking cocktip, painting the walls of the lion's ass in a sticky, clinging layer. Chuffing and snorting vapors from his nostrils, the black and white male gave another hard hump, milking another spurt from his cock...

"You are perfect, my king..."

The zebra smiled and eased himself off of the lion. He raised up and pulled his cock from the tight hole, groaning as his flare tugged against the rim. It pulled free, a rush of cum following. It splattered down on the king's balls and cock, marking it in the zebra's fluids.

While the king groaned, both from the state of his ass and the stuff that leaked from it, the zebra worked to make himself scarce. While his cock, glazed with cum and flopping from his sheath, was still out, the prey animal turned tail and darted off.

He knew that he would have to hide among the herd for a long time. The only hope the zebra had was catching his king off guard yet again sometime in the distant, or maybe even near future....