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For the rest of the day, Simba was able to go about it without any more interruptions. After making sure that all was well, he retired for the rest of the day.

"And where were you?" A voice that brought a smile to his muzzle. Slowly, he grew closer to its source, entering the royal chamber.

"There were a few distractions on the way," Simba said, a smirk spreading on his muzzle.

"Distractions?" Nala chuckled. "Do tell."

"Well," the king started, settling down beside his mate. "Believe it or not, Zazu and I did some pretty intense bonding."

The queen perked up. "Zazu? Him? No."

"I knew you wouldn't believe it," Simba chuckled before he told of what happened, leaving out some crucial details.

"Wow. Who would have known?" she joined him in a small laugh.

"And how have you been?" Simba asked, giving her a bit more attention. "It must be driving you nuts, just sitting here all day."

"You're right, it is. But it's not all back. The lionesses bring me everything I need and all that... But at the end of the day, I just wanna get back out there."

"And you will, but first, we gotta take care of this," the proud king said, referring to the plumpness in his mate's belly. "How much longer are we talking?"

"About another moon or two," Nala assured. "Aren't you excited?"

"Oh boy, aren't I?" Simba purred, lying his head onto her belly. Slowly, he started to lick at it, grazing his tongue through the soft fur.

"Mmm..." Nala purred.

"Now it's my turn to tend to you..."

He took in the continued moans of his mate, aiming to ease her boredom and show how enamored he was with her. It was the least he could do for the lioness that was carrying his due child...

Those licks were getting lower and lower, after passing her belly, Simba was trailing directly downward until he reached his true target, giving an introductory lick to the soft lips.

Against his tongue, there was already the sweet taste of her sex, and following came the scent of her arousal. Drawing his tongue over his muzzle, the king gave a lustful snarl before shoving his tongue right inside.

"Ahh! S-Simba!"

Even in her current state, Simba still gave her the rough actions she loved, just coming up with new ways to not cause her discomfort.

Saying no more, he used the rough surface to his advantage, dragging against the soft walls, collecting her flavor on his taste buds. In his ears were heavy pants and moans with each flick of it. Slowly, he was reaching in deeper, feeling the walls squeezing down on it.

"Mmm... F-faster!" Nala pleaded, her tail flicking back and forth. A yowl came from her as a series of rough laps were swiped all over within her, licking back and forth in all the right spots to make her squirm.

Simba's mouth was starting to become slathered in her juices, but he met it with groans of delight, letting it coat the surface of his tongue. Her sounds and flavor coaxed him on to keep pleasuring her, grazing his tongue with a bit more power the deeper he snaked it in.

It all came to a head as his mate snarled, her vent throbbing. Around his tongue, she came hard, pumping her ejaculate into the waiting lion's mouth, further crying out as the tongue was still grinding inside of her.

Simba lapped it all up and pulled back with a smile, drawing his slick tongue over his muzzle. The even stronger taste and scent that clung to his face brought his cock to full hardness in an instant.

"Still in the mood for more?" Simba asked, looking down at the relaxed expression on her face.

"Oh yes," Nala purred. Her belly was too heavy for her to get into proper position, so her king accommodated himself instead. While she lay on her side, he did the same, wrapping a paw around her, pressing his chest to her back and prodding against her slick entrance.

Nala moved her tail to the side and pressed her lower half against him, causing the tip to sink inside.

"Don't hold back," Nala whispered. A shiver ran through her from a lick given to her neck. Then came a yelp from her mate's hips pushing towards her, feeding more of his cock into her spreading sex.

The two of them raised their voices at the same time; Simba grunted while a breathy moan came from the lioness, but speared and hilted by her mate.

After a few seconds, Simba started to thrust into her, breeding her as if they were still trying for a cub. His actions were both careful but forceful enough to get her crying out.

Her vent gripped his shaft, being squeezed to tease him into going just a bit harder. Simba was still grunting but in between he licked at her neck, pushing his hips hard enough to thump against her backside.

Nala panted and bit her lip from the rubbing against her walls from it being slowly pulled back. Just as the tip was about to ease out the entire length was shoved into her with force. While deep inside, Simba gripped her a bit tighter as he ground his cock against her walls.

A faster pace was established, sounding small squishes from the rhythmic pounding, his hips rolling while he and Nala moaned together.

It wasn't long before Nala's cries were filling the cavern, blushing and trembling from the cock vigorously pumping into her vent. In her ears were deep, lustful growls that made her heart race. Inside, she could feel his precum slicking her insides even more and bringing with it a teasing warmth.

With a snarl, Simba held his mate even closer. His cock was plunged deep inside and stayed inside as barreled into her. Clenching his teeth, he surged his hips forward, jamming every inch inside and slamming it all along the tightly squeezing flesh.

Grabbing the scruff of her neck in his jaws and rolling his eyes, Simba gave a muffled moan as he came hard inside of her, shooting fat ropes of his seed into the panting lioness. His hips continued to grind his cock within until his entire load was milked.

Releasing her, he groaned in satisfaction, his head swimming from the intense pleasure that still radiated throughout his body...

In time, he was strolling out of the cavern, rather satisfied with himself and knowing that Nala was fast asleep further eased him.

Most of the day was over, evident by the orange hue of the coming sunset. Taking a deep breath, the king allowed himself to quietly take in the moment.

It reminded him of his time he used to spend with his father, looking over the horizon. Looking at it all, he could see that many areas of the lands were needing some work to be restored to their former glory. The return of rain only healed the life that was near death, but Scar's reign proved to cause deeper issues than expected, killing off much life almost permanently.

Nevertheless, as king Simba swore to right those wrongs and to not run from them. And doing so brought him a great sense of pride. Knowing that the project to continue the rise to former glory made him excited for the next day to start.

Reminiscing on those days got his mind wandering and he thought of Timon and Pumbaa. It had been a while since he paid them a visit and there was plenty of time to drop in and return before the sun rose.

Going along with this idea, Simba ventured away from Pride Rock and through the savanna towards the jungle, taking a path that led to the oasis. It was much quicker and more comfortable than traversing through the expanse of desert.

With the oasis, Timon and Pumbaa had finished another meal of grubs, plucked from underneath a heavy log. For the time being, they were lying back and enjoying the comfort that came from a full belly.

"I tell ya, Pumbaa. This is the life," Timon sighed, rubbing his belly.

"You can say that again..." Pumbaa agreed before belching.

For a moment, their peace was interrupted. The sound of leaves rustling caught their attention and the noises were getting both closer and louder. Clearly something was approaching. Just before it came into view, the two of them pulled close and held each other.

But it instantly diminished the moment Simba made himself known to them, calling their names and shaking off the leaves that clung to his pelt. "Hey, Timon! Pumbaa!"

The moment they heard his voice, the duo perked up and rushed over to him.

"Simba! Jeez, maybe a bit of a warning before you drop in?" the meerkat said, hugging the lion's front leg.

"It's nice to see you too, Timon."

"Look how big you've gotten!" Pumbaa said, much more jovial.

"You should see Nala," Simba said, reminding them of her pregnancy.

"Ooh! How far along is she?" Timon asked curiously.

"Should be about a moon or two," he told them, repeating what he was told.

"I always knew that you were a lady killer!" Timon snickered, bumping his elbow against the lion. "And you wasted no time knocking her up, huh?"

"Timon!" Simba exclaimed, blushing.

"Aw come on, champ. I'm just proud of you, that's all. And we know better than anyone about how...big...and strong you can be."

Simba could easily remember the near countless times that he had spent late nights with the meerkat and warthog. It was no secret between them, but it had been a while since the king had spent some quality time near them. He had almost forgotten how casual things were here. Him being king now required him to keep such things under wraps, in private and not spoken so casually.

So, the feline did a bit of catching up with his former caregivers. They were the first that he could really lean on, and talking about things, the good and the bad, took much weight off of his shoulders.

Beyond talking about Nala, he went on to describe his time with Zazu, sparing no details. He was praised by the two of them, and saw no issue with it. To them Simba was just the lion that they knew for so long. His kingship did not matter, especially with all the times together that they had.

Simba had almost forgotten what it felt like to truly confide in someone, let alone Timon and Pumbaa.

"And there's something else..." Without a second thought, he told them of the zebras. And what they did to him and how he responded, all the events that led up to now.

Timon and Pumbaa listened until he finished. There was silence for a moment.

"And I still don't know what convinced me to just...offer myself to them."

"Pumbaa you think it's..." the meerkat said, before trailing off.

The warthog looked a bit confused at first but seemed to catch on before nodding.

"What?" Simba asked.

"You said the second time... That they used some plant on you?"

The lion nodded. For some reason, he could very much remember himself being forced to inhale from it and the effects that took hold of him. His body was hot and every little touch made him melt.

"We have those same flowers growing around here. I don't know its real name, but they can be really strong. Pumbaa and I tried them out a couple of times. You're supposed to take a small whiff of them to give you a rush, you know. But if you take in too much at once it messes with you. Makes you really desperate for it and really agreeable too," Timon explained.

"You think that's what happened to me?" Simba asked, some things starting to click.

"It had to be. If you take enough, the effects stay in your body for a few days," the meerkat casually explained.

Simba thought about it and gasped. Now it made complete sense. He threw himself at them so easily because he was under a heavy influence. And those effects made him want more and offer anything he could to get it...

It would have been easy to blame it all on the plant itself, but the king knew very well that even after the effects must have worn off, he still came back to the herd, begging for more until he had gotten his fill more or less. But the deal he struck then did not work that way...

He could not deny that he had an attraction beyond just his kind. It should have been obvious from his times with Timon and Pumbaa. But becoming king meant there were some sacrifices to be made, a part of himself that needed to be hidden.

"I think you can figure out a way to get yourself out of it," Timon suggested. "Maybe taking another whiff can give you an idea or two?"

Simba thought about it and nodded, trusting the other two. They led him to a clump of wild flowers growing and Timon carefully lifted a large flower that was brightly colored, even enticing in sight.

"Now. Hover your nose just above it and take a small whiff," the meerkat instructed.

Doing as he was told, Simba sniffed at the plant and was immediately struck with a rush. It was heavily dialed back, but there was no doubt. He would feel the heat rushing through him, striking him especially in his backside. Within his sheath and in his tailhole, he could feel throbs of need, slowly getting stronger and stronger.

Timon and Pumbaa then took sniff of their own, and were soon showing their own signs of being affected, the most evident being the appearance of their cocktips from their sheaths.

It was the same for Simba. It was really taking effect and just the feeling of his cock growing hard and poking free from its sheath felt good. A small moan came as more of his inches came into view.

Looking over, he realized it was the same for Timon and Pumbaa, who were openly moaning as they became erect.

The meerkat already had eyes on the lion and approached him, walking right underneath his belly and reaching up to cup and rub his balls with both paws.

"Ahh! T-Timon!" Simba gasped and bucked his hips against the simple touch, already biting his lip against the intensified sensations. Just feeling the small paws rubbing at him sent waves through his entire body. It took no more for his cock to spring into full hardness.

Pumbaa wasn't content to just sit on the sidelines, now while he was sporting a full erection and dribbles of precum that already flowed from his fat, heavy balls.

"Somebody's pent up," Simba chuckled.

"Hey, I got an idea that can really get things started," Timon suggested, getting the attention of the larger males.

Going along with the meerkat's suggestion, Simba was lying flat on his back while both Pumbaa and Timon were sitting on top of him.

They were all eager, but the musky scent wafting from the warthog was really making Simba desperate. And the others knew it. Together, the duo were teasing him; Pumbaa was slowly rocking his hips, grinding his balls over the lion's smooth chest fur. At the same time, Timon had his entire body pressed to the throbbing length of Simba's cock, hugging around the girth and making slow, controlled licks.

With warmth spreading heavily through him, there was nothing he could do but endure the torment that was being inflicted upon him, successfully riling him up. They gave him just enough to make his body tremble.

Pumbaa was making a mess on his upper chest, freely dribbling precum and smearing into his pelt when those heavy globes came dragging forwards then back. Doing so brought pleasure to the hog as well, who made a quiet sigh. It was a slow cycle, but stroking his balls of Simba's warm, and now slick fur, he kept his balls churning and his tip leaking. His heavy scent was just a bonus on top of that, making him all the riled up when taking in his own smell.

And it took restraint on Timon's end to keep slowly and softly licking just at the tip. Even when he felt the whole thing throb against his body. It would be for much longer, but between that and Pumbaa's musk, he was sure he was gonna go crazy soon.

Doing his best, the king managed to control his breathing, but that kept feeding him the potent odor, mixing with the plant's effects. Growling to himself and trying to fight back the urge, he took even deeper breaths. But another lick came and though there was nothing different about it, the pleasure surged through him.

"Something you wanna say, your highness?" Timon asked in that teasing tone, even using that title...

"P-please! Just fuck me already!" Simba roared in desperation, saying anything he could to get what he needed.

"He's finally folded!" Timon proclaimed. Pumbaa looked back and they shared a nod.

The weight suddenly shifted on Simba's chest and the moment he returned his attention to Pumbaa, there was already a thick and messy tip pressing at his lips.

While he was still in shock, Pumbaa was taking full advantage. A snort sounded as he pushed himself inside, using his excess of fluids to slide it in. With a thrust, half of the length was suddenly jammed inside.

Instantly, the king melted as he not only got to taste the slimy precum, letting it collect on and completely slather his tongue, but just feeling the heavy shaft throbbing between his lips...

Pumbaa groaned aloud, struck by the pleasure of being suckled on the moment he entered, but the latter half was left without any stimulation.

Pulling his hips back, Pumbaa snorted again before shoving every inch inside, gliding right over the rough tongue and pushing into the tight hold of Simba's throat.

And from then on, the porcine was thrusting into the even larger mammal's mouth with earnest. Each forward rock of his hips pushed in it deep and around it came a small, muffled moan. Reaching his throat exposed him to the added tightness and his precum made it even wetter, coating every surface in his extremely slickness. In no time, it was too easy for him to reach down into the snug windpipe with every thrust, meeting no resistance whatsoever.

Simba found enjoyment and satisfaction from meeting each thrust with a flick or curling wrap around of his tongue. A seal formed with his lips, all coming together to suck against Pumbaa's actions, in turn he was rewarded with steady squirts of slick, watery precum to which he gulped down, purring as the warmth slid down into his stomach.

"Aaah! Mmm..." Pumbaa just let himself enjoy the soft lips and rough tongue that met him, humping against them at his own leisure. And with each pump, he reveled in the strong pleasure that coursed through him.

The moans from the lion got louder and that was thanks to Timon finally acting as well.

Being much smaller, his body was affected quite a bit by the plant. And now he was grinding his body against the throbbing flesh, biting his lip and moaning softly. He had gotten behind the cock's underside and eased it down until it pressed against the lion's pelvis.

In that position, the meerkat mounted the hot, pink flesh. As he began to softly hump his cock against the other, Timon started to lick at the cocktip, planting sloppy kisses and quick licks. And it was not long before his mouth was getting sticky with precum, which was eagerly lapped up.

On the other side, Pumbaa had picked up the pace, now going hard enough to slap his large balls against Simba's chin over and over.

Gritting his teeth and raising his head, Pumbaa rolled his hips, increasing the power every second. Underneath him, the feline was groaning louder, still licking all over and cleaning the pre the moment it came from the tip. A line of drool dripped from the corner of his mouth as the pleasure within him was beginning to spike.

A powerful rush struck the warthog, causing him to squeal upon reaching his climax. Against the lion's chin, his balls pulsed and drew up, pumping his hot cum through his shaft. Then came the powerful jets of porcine seed, spurt after spurt firing from the tip. It filled the king's mouth in mere seconds and was still going, now spilling from it's corners.

Quickly, Simba started to take heavy gulps, not wanting to waste anymore of the ever-flowing load. As best he could, he swallowed around the shaft sitting on his tongue, keeping pace with the torrent for nearly a minute until the pressure finally tapered out and was reduced into thin drips. Slowly, the warthog pulled himself free, panting heavily.

"Alright, enough messing around," Timon said, getting the attention of the panting feline.

With all of his slow humping against the length, Timon was more than riled up and was ready to move onto something much more.

He reached out and ran his paws over his partner's cum-coated prick, collecting the fluids and smearing it over the lion's length, only becoming all the more excited as it became extremely slick.

"I can't tell you how long I've wanted to do this again..." Easing up from the cock nearly as big as his own body, Timon then lined the tip up and pushed his body back, already slipping an entire inch, using the slippery pre to easily ease it inside.

"This should get him roaring," Timon mumbled to himself. And he heard Simba's sudden groan, much to his own satisfaction and pleasure. Even against the intense pressure inside of him, he started to push back against the large rod, plunging in as deep as could manage, evident by the bulge that could be seen in his stomach.

"Mmm, h-help me out here, Pumbaa."

"Oh. Uh, yeah. Right." He had gotten distracted by the scene. It had been a while since Timon was taking in all that he could, bouncing against the throbbing inches.

Watching it all unfold before him brought his cock to full hardness once more.

Gritting his teeth, Simba felt the extreme tightness grinding up to his tip and down to about halfway. It was made up for by Timon rocking his body back and forth, using quick erratic motions to pleasure them both. And It was working to overwhelm his senses, causing purrs to rumble from his chest.

"Just like old times, huh?" Timon asked, shutting his eyes and letting himself be filled.

"So tight..!" the lion groaned. "But it feels so good."

Pumbaa finally found his way behind them both, rubbing his cock against Simba's entrance. He waited and just when Timon slammed his body backwards, there came a sudden thrust that jammed it roughly inside.

Simba's eyes bulged and he yowled from the slight pain that came from suddenly being stretched, but Timon's hole quickly eased that, coaxing him back into groaning and softly purring.

As he began thrusting once more, Timon could feel the force that was being put into it. He loved it when Pumbaa got a bit rough with someone who could handle it.

With a yelp, he pushed back and forced himself to take more than he usually would. His walls were spread even thinner and his head spun for a moment after jamming another inch inside of himself. Within the pit of his gut, it not only bulged but was throbbing harder thanks to Pumbaa already pumping forcefully within.

The slight ache in his rectum was eased by the pleasure around his dick and the hot fluids that were being unloaded from Pumbaa. He wasn't holding back either, ramming every inch inside. It only multiplied the pleasure within him, and the occasional strike to his prostate made his paws flail.

"Keep it up," Timon said through his groans.

"Keep what up?" Pumbaa asked, being snapped from the trance of pleasure.

"Give him all you got, we both know he can take it."

Pumbaa nodded and snorted. He watched as his smaller friend continued to keep a steady pace. With him being filled so vastly there was no need to go quickly. Instead he just moaned out, lifting his head as he pushed his body back with a sudden surge. He understood that the meerkat was having fun with this, trying to suddenly push the lion over the edge.

Focusing on his own pleasure, Pumbaa locked his legs over Simba's, mounting him and pumping a bit faster. The increase in pace was making the king's legs shake and he could see those golden balls starting to churn and throb.

With a grin on his face, Pumbaa suddenly rammed himself in as deep as he could and Timon pushed himself back in a similar manner.

They were successful in their efforts; getting a roar out of Simba that echoed throughout the oasis. Pumbaa's attention was on the king's balls again, watching them contract as they began to pump cum inside of the smaller mammal.

Timon's eyes rolled and his cock was cock shooting ropes when the first gush of cum filled his guts. The weight in his stomach was increasing by the second as more and more seed was being unloaded within him, bringing a wonderful messiness and a deep, clinging heat.

Mumbling in bliss, Timon finally pulled himself free, feeling the last ropes of lion spunk decorate his lower half before his own hole started oozing.

A smile of bliss was on Simba's face, his body still being rocked from the warthog's thrusts. Pumbaa was grunting and huffing as he was aiming to unload inside a second time. With an almost pleading moan, Simba wrapped his hinglegs to Pumbaa's body and met those thrusts with a strong clench of his ass.

Squealing, he started thrusting even harder, ramming so hard that strings of his precum were flying from the hole, accompanied by a series of wet smacks and slurps. With a few more hard slams inside, Pumbaa puffed vapor from his nostrils and came a second time.

His large balls proved they had more to give as they forced the rest of their heavy seed through his shaft. It rushed out and splattered against the ravaged walls, rewarding the rough treatment with layers of hog spunk that was already pouring out of the still filled tailhole.

The two of them stayed close and panting for nearly two minutes before Pumbaa pulled his softening cock free, watching with immense satisfaction as his cum was bubbling and gushing from the slightly gaped pucker.

***

As a follow up, the three of them were bathing in one of the heated springs. There was nothing like taking a hot soak after a heated session of sex.

"I can't believe I've never visited earlier," Simba was now mentally kicking himself. Pleasure like this was so readily available, just being passed by day by day.

"Sure, we got everything you could ever need around here," Timon bragged. "But sometimes it just doesn't feel right without you, Simba."

"We were starting to think you forgot about us," Pumbaa added.

"Aw, guys. I could never forget about either of you. It's just..."

"Yeah, yeah. Being king ain't easy, but it wouldn't kill you to at least drop by," Timon teased.

"Ooh, and bring some dung beetles the next time you come by."

"Seriously, Pumbaa."

"Hey, the ones over there taste different," Pumbaa defended. That led to the two of them debating about bugs as a whole, getting rather heated until Simba just laughed.

"Heh, I've missed you guys."