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It was a normal day in the Pride Lands and the royal family was busy attending to their usual duties. They were somewhat light compared to how it was a couple of moons ago. Nala was hunting with the lionesses, Kiara and Kovu were "playing" on the side of Pride Rock. In their absence, someone else had to take over for them. Simba's duties had already doubled after his son Kion became the king of the Tree of Life. His title was passed on to Vitani and her friends, being the former enemies of the Pride Lands, previously living deep in the Outlands. Of course he was happy for his son, so was Nala and everyone else that knew him and the previous Lion Guard members.

However there was an adjustment period. Kovu and Kiara were set to be the new king and queen but they weren't quite ready for the role yet. And there was another issue that concerned the new Lion Guard as well. Though they were made up of all lions, falling in line with tradition, those lionesses were all made up of Outlanders. And with the war against Zira being so recent, not all of the Pridelanders were convinced that they were a good fit for the roles. It was a near constant that the lion had to be present with the new Lion Guard, vouching for their abilities. Frankly, Simba couldn't blame them for being wary and he would tell the Guard members that some time was needed until the Pridelanders became used to them.

"I can't believe it!" Vitani complained. "We just helped rescue an entire nest of eggs and we just got pecked for it!"

"They were startled," Simba explained, trying to calm down the angry lioness. "They just need time to warm up to you."

"So, the zebras..." Kasi said, adding to the conversation. "I still don't understand how Kion managed to help so many times without using the Roar... He told us they were silly, but they're just downright infuriating!"

"Also, the antelopes..." Shabaha said, still trying to get some mud out of her ear. "Just because I didn't say 'please' they kept stampeding, and when I tried to calm them down I got knocked into a mud pit."

"I know but..." Simba winced.

"Your highness, I know we're still new to this..." Vitani continued. "But please, can you do something about them? We aren't the enemy anymore."

"Besides, I'm sure that Kion went through much worse than us," Kasi said, joining the rest of the group. She was also covered in mud, "His version of the Lion Guard was...unique to say the least..."

"Yes, but the Pridelanders grew to love them. In fact, I was the one who wasn't happy about him choosing non-lion members at first," Simba admitted.

Vitani sighed, " Well, girls. Whose turn was it to patrol the Backlands' border?"

"Can we skip that area today?" Kasi asked. "We're all really tired already from those annoying zebras."

"Okay, fine... I'll go there. You guys get cleaned up and some rest," Vitani told them.

"I don't think it would be a good idea for you to go alone," Simba suggested. "If you'd like, I can go instead."

"I'm not sure, your highness... That place has only gotten more dangerous since the last Lion Guard left."

"Why can't we just send Zazu?" Imara asked with some frustration in her tone.

"We can't just send Zazu to do what we don't feel like. Besides, I need to stretch my legs a bit," Simba told them with a small chuckle.

"You'll be doing me a huge favor, your highness..." Vitani said, bowing a little. "By the way...your son may have broken tradition but the previous Lion Guard left quite the reputation for us to live up to."

They were dismissed for the time being and they all left for the watering hole, looking forward to getting themselves clean and taking a long rest after dealing with the panicking herd. Simba was left alone within the Lion Guard lair. Despite what they thought, the king was sure that he could handle himself, after all he was just stopping at the border itself.

He began heading off towards the Backlands and when passing by the watering hole saw the Lion Guard getting clean and relaxing in the warm sun. They worked hard and he was sure that in time they would be accepted as his son's successors. What Vitani said lingered in his mind and it made him realize that his son surely had to fight to earn the respect of the Pridelanders.

Kion's choices for the Lion Guard had been unexpected at the time but it made sense in hindsight. Perhaps it was due to his position at the time. Kiara was limited to hanging out with Tiffu and Zuri on her own. Any other situation required that she have an escort; looking back Simba realized he was much too overprotective of his daughter. His son on the other paw didn't have such restrictions. Whether it was because Kion wasn't in line for the throne, or perhaps it was simply because he's a lion, he was given much more freedom compared to his older sister. And that freedom allowed him to make friends with animals beyond his own species.

In time he had traversed across the Pride Lands, reaching the border between it and the Outlands. It felt rather odd that the land was no longer a forbidden place. The hyenas turning over a new leaf led to other animal groups doing the same, making the Outlands a relatively peaceful place. While there was no worry of a hyena or jackal attack, the king did have a small problem.

Given his past with the Outlands, Simba had avoided the location whenever he could. This made him unfamiliar with the land. "Hmmm, according to Vitani..." he said to himself. The lion had been wandering around for a bit, thinking back to what the Lion Guard leader had told him. "...The area I'm meant to be in is somewhere around here..."

It was confusing for him as the Backlands was close to but wasn't actually part of the Outlands. It was more of a "side-land" where some allied species lived, such as zebras and friendly leopards like Badili. Speaking of which, Kion had once told his dad about the aggressive leopards that took trespassing seriously. Simba had forgotten this advice, figuring he would be just fine. Even if he accidentally crossed the border, the king felt confident to stand up to any foes.

It turned out to be easier said than done. Simba wasn't exactly sure where the border was, let alone if he already crossed it. The surrounding area was desert-like terrain that made everything look similar. The only guide he had was the lush green of the Pride Lands in the distance behind him.

"Well, what do we have here?" a voice caught the king's attention. "I thought it was another one of those pretty Lion Guard lionesses."

"What?" Simba breathed out, turning his head towards the voice. But what his eyes fell on was a bush. He was confused until something jumped out of the bush, revealing itself to be a menacing looking leopard.

"Oh well, a lion's not that different..." the leopard chuckled.

"Wait for me... I wanted to be the one to jump the lioness..." this voice came from another leopard that came from behind. He strolled around to the front, eyes suddenly going wide. "Wait, is this?"

"Now that you mention it..." the first leopard said, narrowing his eyes. "This is the king of the Pride Lands."

"Damn... I was expecting another one of those lionesses..." the other leopard licked his fangs. "But I guess he'll do just fine...if not even better."

"What do you want, leopards?" Simba asked, keeping up appearances even when he was being circled by the pair of spotted felines.

"So you don't recognize me. Maybe the name Makucha will jog your memory?" the first leopard revealed with an annoyed tone of voice.

"And this is our turf!" the other leopard said

Simba's next breath came out as a low growl, his eyes were transfixed on the sight around him. He understood that he had indeed wandered too far and trespassed on their turf. But he also knew that these lands were neutral, being outside of the conflicts held between the Pride Lands and Outlands.

"I am just passing through..." The king stated, stepping through the gap in between the leopards but he was cut off by the second one.

"Yeah, yeah. That's the same excuse they all give and then they try to settle in our land, just like Dhahabu and those other zebras..."

"Not today, though!" Makucha said, stepping ahead to be closer so the lion king could hear. Simba then noticed that other leopards had appeared. They had been hiding in wait for the perfect chance. Of course the other felines only acted when the lion was completely surrounded. This was an ambush meant for a lioness but they had enough to overpower the bigger male variant as well.

"This is our turf!" As the last word was spoken by Makucha, the other leopards closed in, cutting him off from all sides. Simba expected them to pounce but that was done by Makucha. He was knocked off balance but managed to swing his large paw, sweeping the leopard's legs. The pair of felines were both on the ground, struggling to dominate the other. Using his superior strength, the king managed to score another hard hit, knocking Makucha back.

The leading predators of the Pride Lands and Backlands stared each other down for what felt like ages, waiting for the other to make the first move. One of the watching leopards' patience wore thin and he pounced. Sima reacted quickly, smacking the smaller feline away while he was still airborne. Simba then made the mistake of focusing on the attacker, allowing the rest to pounce on him, using their combined efforts and weight to quickly subdue him.

"Release me! Do you know who I am..?!" The lion was cut short by a hard slap across the muzzle.

"Your royal bullshit is useless here! You're in the Backlands now!" Makucha hissed.

"Hmm, why don't we give that smart mouth of his a go? Let's see if it's any good at sucking," one of the other leopard's said. He padded around and got in front, blocking the king's view with his underside. Simba gasped as he saw a feline shaft easing out of the neat looking sheath, it quickly became fully erect and twitched just over his muzzle.

As soon as the lion saw this, his mind flashed back to a few months ago, to the moment where he gave himself to the Pride Lands' zebra herd, allowing them all to fuck him. That night just about every male ravaged him and soiled his fur with their seed. Ever since then Simba had developed a more submissive side that he tried not to show when acting as king.

"Let them have a good look at that greedy slut hole of yours..."

Simba shook his head, being torn away from his memories. Images still lingered in his mind and it brought a haze of lust that distracted from the dire situation. Even when he tried to regain his senses, Simba looked around and saw spots. Somehow his mind was morphing the patterns into zebra stripes. He knew that these were his enemy, looking to do him harm. There was no way that he could fight them off. The leopards had eased off of him but still surrounded him on all sides. Even if he got away, he doubted he could outrun the sleeker felines.

He racked his brian for a way out of this but only one thought came to mind. 'Stand down and submit to them.' He wore a scowl on his muzzle, hiding the sinking feeling of defeat that took hold. But all the same, the lion shifted his body and stuck out his rump a bit, moving his tail just a bit to the side, enough to let them see his entrance. He told himself that is done to save his pelt but the king knew that he was falling into that previous haze of need and taboo desire. He king like him shouldn't want to be used like this and yet he was awaiting their reactions.

The leopards did notice his movements but they were expecting some sort of attack. But instead they saw him pushing out his backside and moving his tail, revealing his hole to them. Just a peek at his lionhole was enough to get the others in a different mood.

The thick smell of leopard musk was soon hanging heavy in the air. Simba's nostrils flared, sampling the thick smell of predator arousal. He hated to admit it, but it made a heat grow inside of him. It wasn't long after that he felt his fur stirring. His hard look softened, and his scowl quickly disappeared. Simba shook his head, trying to shake off the sensations. He reminded himself that he didn't really want this but his thoughts and actions were in conflict.

"Hey, Makucha," Jiona, the leopard that had his cock above Simba's face, had eased off, now having a confused expression. "Is it me or is he not fighting back anymore."

"Yeah, it's almost like he's...submitting..." Fahari said, also confused. He wondered if it was some kind of tactic, something to lower their guard.

"Hmm," another leopard on the other end dared to raise his paw, bringing it down to slap the lion's rear. The sudden strike made the lion moan in pain but he still did nothing in retaliation. There wasn't even a growl given. They still weren't entirely sure what was going on but they weren't about to pass up the chance.

"What is happening?" Fahari asked, seeing that the lion hadn't grown angry. Another firm smack came down and all that came was another moan.

"I think I know..." Makucha said, grinning at his companions. "I heard a certain rumor about the king Simba a while ago."

"You mean the one about some lion being fucked by a whole herd of zebras?" Fahari asked, "You mean it's about him?"

"Exactly..." Makucha said just as another slap was given to Simba's backside. This time a growl came from him and it was hard to tell if it came from pleasure or pain. Perhaps both... "And I think the king here isn't totally out of it."

Makucha strolled around and without warning, even to his companions, he jumped on the lion. Simba moaned in submission as he felt teeth clamp down on his neck. The bite made his limbs weak and he was pushed into the ground even more. Having confirmed that the lion was putting up no resistance, Makucha chuckled and released him. He stayed on top of the bigger feline, establishing his dominance over the Pridelander.

"Wow, Makucha..." Fahari exclaimed, impressed with how easily his friend subdued the powerful figure.

"Yeah, good work, boss." Jiona praised him as well, looking down at the defeated lion with an arrogant smirk.

"Alright, boys..." Makucha barked, getting the attention of the others. "How about we make an example out of this so-called 'king.' We're gonna pay him back for stepping on our turf, and I wanna get my revenge for what his son did to me."

The leading leopard hadn't gotten over his final loss to Kion, being blown back by the largest Roar he had ever experienced. It threw him and others he traveled with back a long way. And they quickly fell apart, going back to their separate lands. Makucha did make it back to the Backlands and the same leopards that turned their backs on him were begging him for his leadership. They were lost without him and were being pushed around by both Pridelanders and Outlanders.

When taking charge, the leopard put more focus into guarding their land. Not only did they fight off invaders but made sure they left with some wounds to keep them away. Makucha always had a grudge against Simba, seeing him as a rival feline. He wanted what the lion had but couldn't achieve those same results, especially with Kion around. Makucha knew better than to journey all the way to the Tree of Life but he could take those pent up feelings out on the lion's father.

The others yowled in agreement and Makucha followed through with his domination. He was already in position and after settling his weight down the spotted feline found the soft hole underneath Simba's tail. Upon finding the spot, he sank his spiny cock inside of the twitching passage. The ruler's eyes went wide and he instinctively spread his hindlegs, his toes splaying against the dusty earth.

It felt so good, and he was instantly taken back to his time with the zebras. As soon as that thought entered his mind, he shook his head, attempting to dispel them. He wasn't supposed to be enjoying this...

However, as the first thrust came he was already drooling. His tongue was hanging free from his muzzle, formed into a goofy smile like a hyena. He moaned again, arching his back to meet the leopard's actions. Makucha was already starting out with hard thrusts, fervently pounding into the soft hole. With every hard push he was forcing in more and more of his cock, pushing right through any resistant clench. Once he stuffed all of himself inside, Makucha ground against the furry rump, pulling back so he could make another hard thrust that would sink all of it inside this time.

"Can I use his front?" Jiona asked, already facing the lion.

"Then I'm getting underneath," Fahari added. Simba's backside was raised and there was enough room for him to fit. He was on his back, facing the lion's bouncing cock. His paws reached up and began toying with the barbed shaft, getting some precum on his pads.

"Yes..." Makucha said, removing his paw from the lion's head. "Go ahead, guys..."

They were already starting to act but the permission given allowed them to act without second thought. He proceeded to mount the lion's muzzle, humping his oozing cock across the king's lolling tongue. When contact was made, Simba didn't withdraw it. He kept his tongue out and let the leopard thrust against the surface.

"Mmm, that feels so good..." he rumbled. A bit more time was taken to enjoy the rough texture but he pushed in deeper, inserting his cock into Simba's muzzle. "Well, 'your highness.' Don't keep your subject waiting."

The lion whimpered. Simba's face flushed red under his golden fur. He felt like such a slut again, already sucking on the other feline's barbed length with gusto. His soft lips were wrapped around and his tongue was swiping along the flesh at the same time. Being used brought him a rush, an excruciating high that he couldn't achieve through any other means. And the humps under his tail were so forceful. It felt amazing; he whimpered and moaned around the pulsing flesh, pleasure erupted throughout his whole heated frame. On both ends he was fucked by rock hard members that were gushing precum into both holes.

"Oh fuck... Fuck yeah!!" Jiona snarled, now bucking hard against the steady sucking. He thrust hard like Makucha, slamming his crotch against Simba's muzzle. "Take it, lion..." The last word was said in a demeaning way, making it clear that he was beneath them now. He crammed his cock past the Pridelander's tongue, penetrating his throat without giving Simba a chance to adjust. The moment he was inside, Jiona began to face fuck the bigger feline mercilessly. The other male whined around the cock, his body erupting with even more heat. Simba shut his eyes, the taste of leopard cock was different compared to the zebra's he was used to. His ears continued to flick from the moans from either side.

Simba had to put a lot of focus into sucking off the spotted male because there was another than was furiously pounding his rear. Overwhelmed barely described what the king was feeling. His constant needy moans were muffled by Jiona's dick.

Simba's cock thumped against Fahari's paws, getting them even messier. The leopard kept his paws pressed to the length. When Makucha would thrust, his entire body would be rocked forwards. This included the maned feline's cock, it rubbed over the slightly rough pads, leaking even more precum onto them.

Makucha had slowed his pace so he could enjoy the feeling of a snug lionhole around his cock. He pulled back a little then thrust in with full force. The barbs scraped against the convulsing walls and his girth kept the hole spread. Having pushed in so hard forced it even wider, even bringing a flash of pain that Simba embraced as well. His breath caught in his throat when Makucha thrust hard right into his sweet spot.

Simba cried out from this, his voice just barely heard around the other leopard's cock that was deep into his throat. The taste of it and its precum was smeared all over his tongue and bolts of electricity were sent through the rest of him by the continued humping from the other side.

Just when he thought it couldn't get any better, Makucha made another hard thrust that stuffed his hole. He snarled and kept himself hilted. Simba felt the strong pulses under his tail and it was followed by a splash of heat, followed by another, and another after that. The leopard was filling him with a big climax and a powerful tremor tore through Simba's body. Despite having his throat plugged, his moan was loud and passionate.

It whipped the other leopards into a frenzy, they all shouted filthy, sordid, and explicit things while he whined in fake-distress. A sense of humiliation came from being muzzle fucked from one end and seeded from the other. At the same time he basked in that feeling of shame, he was burning so hot it made him wonder if he somehow went into heat.

Makucha was grinning from ear to ear. He was pressed in tight and thrusting against an even tighter hold now. That was thanks to Fahari milking out a climax from the shaking lion. The leopard underneath chuckled as he kept pumping along the throbbing shaft, attempting to milk the churning balls dry if he could. Makucha used those stronger squeezes to milk out his own ropes, groaning deeply when his orgasm came to an end.

Surprisingly, the leading leopard was careful with pulling his cock free from the well-used hole. Meanwhile the Backlander using his muzzle was thrusting faster and his moans were getting deeper too. Using all the strength he had left, Jiona slammed his dick in with full force. He made sure to grind his crotch against the lion's face, smothering it with his musky scent. And with a bit more his buried cock began to spasm, he was getting close to his limit thanks to the lion's expert sucking. On the receiving end of it all, he was panting as his muzzle was slathered in the leopard's musk, sweat, and his own drool.

"Okay..." Makucha sighed, walking around the lion. "Fahari. It's your turn to pound the majesty's hole while Jiona keeps working on his muzzle... And I'm gonna take his place right after."

"Yes, boss!" Fahari exclaimed before playfully smacking the lion's prick, it was the last bit of contact he made before easing out from underneath the lion, quickly getting himself behind the lion's white-streaked rear.

Simba let out a muffled grunt from the weight that was down on him. The leopard quickly mounted and gripped his body tightly, wrapping his front legs before pushing himself inside. He was rough with his approach, stuffing more than half his cock inside before bucking his hips. Leaning over the bigger feline, Fahari purred lustfully in the Pridelanders' ears while trying to find the right spot. Simba whined again when he felt precum being added to his already messy hole. Having found that right spot, the rest of the fat length was jammed inside.

"Not so high and mighty now, are you slut?" Fahari cackled, grinding his hilted cock against the freshly used hole. Simba's mind recalled a particularly cocky zebra. He enjoyed talking dirty, making him feel less like a king. The words from the equine reduced him to prey, and that's just how he felt now. Just what the leopards called him: a slut.

Simba couldn't hold back his slutty instincts any longer. Especially with a big, fat, meaty leopard cock sliding in and out of his needy tailhole. His ass was tender from the previous breeding, a bit sore from the barbs that had raked his insides over and over again. Now it was happening again; a new cock was plowing its way through his tailhole. This added pleasure was causing his mind to delve more and more into a haze of need and lust, getting stronger with every thrust that came after.

"That's right, bitch!" Fahari growled, his voice was heard over the fervent smacks of their bodies crashing together. He smiled broadly, his fat set of balls were already churning as they slapped off the lion's rump. He too used the lion, thrusting deep and going at a merciless pace. "You feel so fucking good! That means all those rumors were true!"

"Of course they're true," Jiona exclaimed. "You should try his muzzle. Ooah, it's amazing... This comes from experience..."

Makucha licked his hips. On his face was malevolent smile as he watched his friends fucking the lion into submission from either side. It was a most pleasing sight. Simba moaned against the cock in his mouth, melting from a strike to his prostate. "Zebras... A whole herd of them..." He sounded like he was thinking of something.

Jiona snarled as he finally reached his peak, but he continued thrusting into Simba's mouth. Grinding his length over the rough tongue he began firing off thick ropes of his seed. Midway through his climax, the leopard pulled out and unleashed some more of his spunk onto the panting lion's face and mane.

"Swallow it!" Jiona roared, shoving the lion's head back down onto his shooting cock. "Swallow down my cum, slut king!"

While drinking down the seed, Simba still had to endure his rump being used. Fahari was rougher than Makucha but had less girth. When he started to thrust, the lion didn't feel anything more than the usual pleasure. Makucha had already stretched him out so it made sense he wouldn't feel anything extra. But Fahari was known for being ruthless when on hunting trips. He intended to show this lion who was the best feline around here. Simba groaned and mewled brokenly, panting and gasping. Fahari had gripped him tightly with his front legs, slamming hard into the lion king's cum filled hole.

As the time for the leopard to add his own load to the bigger cat's hole drew closer and closer, he began to lose the established pace. Fahari plunged in deeply and furiously, leaning down to suddenly bite Simba by the scruff. He held him while growling dominantly. His teeth tugged on the golden fur a few times before he thrust hard inside, slamming all of his length in. He began to hump the ravaged hole savagely before pumping it full of his seed. The leopard's hips twitched and his thick semen began flooding the lion's bowels, mixing with Makucha's load. The lion groaned as his own cock began gushing precum from the intense liquid warmth that filled him to the brim.

By the time Fahari had fully drained his balls, he released the hold on Simba's scruff and pulled his cock free. The bigger predator's eyes were half lidded, his golden fur bristled as his hole clenched and hugged the dual loads within him. The feeling made him tingle all over. Simba was so lost in the pleasure that he had forgotten where he was for a moment. His only concern was being prey for the group of predators that were dominating him.

"What do we do now, Makucha?" Jiona asked.

"We get cleaned up and get out of here," Makucha grinned as he took a look at the king's face.

"Now get to cleaning your highness!" With that, Simba pulled out his rough tongue to do the task, but Makucha stopped him.

"No. Not with your tongue..." The leopard leaned forward, putting his front paws on the lion's back. He then proceeded to stroke his cum-covered cock against the lion's soft mane. "That mane of yours has a use after all." The others joined in, humping their messy cocks against the red fur, staining it with their seed.

When they were done, the spotted felines were already looking for another way to use the lion. "I want to use your paws...I've heard that lions have the softest paws and if they're anything like your lips..." As soon as Jiona said this, the lion reached out one of his big front paws. The leopard came in close and felt the soft pad rubbing over his erection, making him moan. He ordered the lion to go faster as began to hump against it.

The others found their own positions and Simba was back in his previous situation. He was already being mercilessly fucked by another leopard, and Makucha was using his mouth as promised earlier. They were using him in anyway they could: fucking his mouth or ass, wiping themselves on his mane, and using his paws too. The king had stopped resisting long ago, now he was just fulfilling their desires, letting time slip away as he fell into just sucking on the flesh in his mouth and clenching his hole around the leopard mounting him.

All around him were the moans of the Backlanders, his body was sticky with their fluids and the heavy musk of the other predators was deep in his nose, wafting from their bodies and his own too. Being used as a cum-rag left their scents on his pelt. Everyone would know what happened to him, there was no way he could lick away all this mess.

While another leopard was wiping his seed onto the already messy mane, the one behind Simba was pounding away at the abused ass, thrusting against the mess of warm seed. Though his hole was stretched, the king was still tight and the loads made it all too easy for his cock to slide all the way in and back out. It didn't take long for him to achieve an orgasm, adding his own mess to the ones already there. Simba groaned from the gurgling in his belly. He was sure that it was starting to swell from all the loads. The one behind him pulled out and rubbed the mess against Simba's haunches, smearing it onto his pelt.

Makucha purred as his cock released some precum into the lion's muzzle. He was humping steadily while watching his companion thrust against the hefty paw. It was safe to assume that the lion's pads were soft. Putting focus back into his actions, Makucha thrust deep into the lion's throat, forcing him to gag from every strong push forward. The leopard didn't let Simba adjust and kept choking the other feline with his cock, enjoying the tight squeezes the windpipe made.

In time he reached another climax, growling as he pulled out just before his climax. Jerking his cock with a paw, he made sure to spray his load onto the golden fur and crimson mane. He aimed for spots that weren't already marked with seed. Makucha groaned and purred while shooting his ropes, having a delirious smile on his face. He was absolutely thrilled to use and humiliate the other feline.

By the time Makucha finished cleaning himself up, Jiona was crying out and drenching the lion's paw in his cum, squirting the ropes in between the pads. Simba groaned from the messy feeling that persisted when the leopard eased back, leaving the paw coated with a thick mess.

Having drained their balls completely, the three leopards stood back and admired the sight of Simba's cum-coated body.

"That was the best fun I ever had," Fahari said while grinning at his leader.

"Yeah, it's pretty rare to find a lion around here, especially one as talented as him," Jiona agreed, also wanting to have more fun with the lion once his balls were full again.

"Alright, I got one last idea before we kick him out of our turf," Makucha went for the weakened lion. He and the others dragged the king by the scruff, taking him to a nearby mud pit. Simba opened his tired eyes, looking around as he found it was dark already. His fur was sticky and heavy and his limbs were almost too weak to move.

The leopards left him there and eventually he managed to drag himself out of the mud, panting hard from the weight of his own muddy pelt. "I need to talk to the Lion Guard and tell them to avoid this land at all costs..." Simba muttered to himself, beginning the long journey back home.