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The Pride Lands were in disarray; Scars rule was having devastating consequences on the entirety of the kingdom. The hyena's he had brought were feeding constantly, driving the once abundant game well away from the Pride Lands. Pride Rock itself was faring little better, stinking of Hyena urine most the time since they had little care what it ment to the others. The trees and grasslands were also suffering, turning to a dry, yellow tinge that grew each passing day.

Nala was often disgusted with the sight, having to hunt for greenery further and further from home every day. Kula and Chumvi, her only two friends often wandered with her, but today she found herself alone. Her heart still aching from time to time, reminded of the closest friend she lost. Finding the ledge of the gorge, she gazed down, her shoulders slunk and ears back.

Mufasa's body still lay at the bottom, the remains that were visible at least. The earth had begun to take him more and more with each passing day. It had been just over a month. The first few days passed like a blur, muddled by the tears she and her mother had shed. Nala had grown particularly close to Sarabi, having been widowed and robbed of her only cub; she welcomed and loved Nala's visits.

"Simba." She whispered to the depths of the gorge. Her soft voice gave no echo, instead just the empty howl the wind offered in response, cutting through the gorge.

"Nala!" Kula called out, running fast to catch up to her friend. Chumvi wasn't far behind, but kept his pace casual.

"Hey." Nala answered, looking back briefly before returning to the gorge.

"You here again?" Kula interrogated, baffled as to why she was torturing herself by coming there. "This is like the eighth time."

"Can't help it. I keep hoping I'll see Simba come running out." Nala answered, her voice rasping. Kula wrapped a paw around her and held her close. Chumvi finally caught up and took to her other side.

"At it again huh?" He asked.

"Yeah, she's grieving again." Kula answered. Chumvi wasn't a fan of Nala's mopey attitude, he missed the more cunning and cheerful personality she once showed with Simba.

"Hey Nala, why don't we go pull a prank on Zazu?" He offered, grinning wickedly.

"Hmm?" She looked to him with intrigue.

"Yeah! I've been thinking up this great one! See, he's been perching on the upper branches of Rafiki's tree. Why don't we sneak in, take a little sap, slap it on his belly with some grass and make it into a hula skirt!" He cackled. Nala chuckled lightly, but shook her head.

"Nah, already tried that. Rafiki caught me and sent me home."

"Oh, darn." Chumvi whined, swatting a stone away at the ground.

"Come on, Nala. Let's go chit chat then." Kula insisted, guiding her away from the gorge.

"Alright." She complied, letting Kula take the lead.

"So, wanna know what I heard?" She began.

"What?"

"Ever since you bumped into that cute rogue, the lionesses we're hoping you could convince him to overthrow Scar." Kula giggled.

"Most of em anyway." Chumvi corrected. "Honestly, I don't get why some of them like what he's doing."

"Cause they're porkers, that's why!" Kula interjected, nearly snapping at him in the process. "All they wanna do is munch, munch, munch. They don't care what's happening out there."

"You mean just like you!?" Chumvi joked, laughing at Kula's little belly.

"It doesn't even look the same here anymore." Nala sighed, gazing over the huge yellow and brown stain that seemed to circle Pride Rock.

"Nah, it looks like crap." Chumvi agreed.

"Smells like it too." Kula giggled, nudging Nala's side. "You know what we should do?!" Kula exclaimed, her eyes opened wide.

"What?" Nala smiled. Kula pulled them both close, raising a paw to her muzzle.

"As soon as were old enough, we are gonna go find some big strong lion to knock out Scar, and be our new king!" She suggested somewhat quietly. Chumvi chuckled, placing a paw on his chest.

"I could be the next king, you know?" Kula swatted his paw playfully and shook her head.

"Nuh uh, we gotta find someone real strong like Mufasa was." She insisted.

"Hey!" a loud voice snapped from behind them. The cubs were shocked, and huddled close to the ground. A Hyena had come up, his name they didn't know. They never cared to learn them all. "Scar says you never ever mention that name!" He scolded.

"In his presence." Kula corrected, scoffing at the Hyena. The hyena growled, pinning her back down.

"Better count that as mine as well, bite-size!" He reinforced.

"Leave her alone!" Nala barked, her claws readied and body ready to pounce.

"You, Nala right?" He barked, clumsily gesturing with his paws.

"Yeah?" Nala answered, raising an ear.

"Scar wants you at Pride Rock." Nala sighed, hanging her head low.

"Now?" She pleaded lightly.

"Now." He reaffirmed, walking on ahead. Nala picked herself up and compliantly headed back towards Pride Rock. Chumvi and Kula joined her at either side, taking their time as whenever Scar called, it was never good news or an enjoyable task. Kula has been asked more than once to fetch hors d'oeuvres for the hungry dogs. Wild mice, meerkat's and other smaller critters the most usual victims. While heading home, Chumvi found himself trying to conceal his helpless laughter. It was enough to rouse Nala's suspicion as she poked him to find out what it was.

"What's up?" She questioned.

"Which way is that mutt walking, forwards or backwards?" Chumvi asked between the hiccups of his giggling.

"Huh?" Nala questioned, raising an eyebrow with a smile.

"Cause I can't tell his ass from his face." He whispered to them. Nala and Kula let a laugh blow passed their lips, giggling helplessly as the hyena in front snapped to the trio.

"Shut up back there!" He scolded.

"Sorry." Chumvi sarcastically replied. The hyena growled and continued on ahead, leading the trio up the ramp toward home. Nala was about to head inside while Kula went off to her mother. Chumvi lingered around a moment, noticing that most of the lionesses were leaving the den. "Hmmm." He pondered aloud, and went off along with them.

Nala sluggishly found her way inside. Scar was laying flat on his back on his usual stone bed, picking at the remaining flesh on a leg bone. She hardly noticed him, her ears sunk once more as she planted herself nearby.

"Yes, my lord?" She announced half-heartedly. Scar took off one more strip before tossing the bone aside. Slurping it down, he smiled at the little cub and replied.

"Ahh, Nala. So good of you to join me." He greeted warmly.

"Thank you, my lord." She answered in the same tone. Giving a soft laugh he rolled off the stone and picked up her chin with his paw.

"Why the long face my dear, aren't you enjoying living here, hmm?" He posed to her in a kind and fatherly manner.

"Yes sir." Nala replied.

"Good, I'm glad to hear that. After all, you are growing into quite the fine young lioness, aren't you?"

"My lord? Why did you call me here?" Nala asked, finding a little more bravery to her voice.

"Excellent, straight to the point. I admire that." Scar complimented, circling around the young cub, brushing his tail across her back. "You see, Nala. All my faithful lionesses must serve me in any way I ask. Whether it's fetching the food I need, or providing me with the comforts of their company."

"Yes my lord, it will be my duty some day to hunt for you." Nala responded, nodding along her answer in frustration. She had gotten tired of hearing this from him, over and over.

"You're role will be more than that, young one." Scar argued lightly, revealing himself before her he planted himself down. "You must also serve as my source of... Oh how shall I put this?" He playfully scratched at his chin. Entertainment!" He declared, pleased with his own choice of wording.

"Entertainment?" Nala wondered, rising to her feet. "What do you mean?" Scar let the slightest giggle escape, swinging around to Nala's rear.

"Well, I'm glad you asked." He chuckled. Pressing on Nala's shoulders, he forced her to the ground with a huff. The weight he put on her was too much for her to move, save for her rear end which was still propped up by her back feet. With a nasty grin, he used his free paw to gently stroke at her virgin slit.

She felt a cold rush up her spine. His one finger, claw just so slightly protruding was teasing the entrance to her body. She tried to struggle, moving her hips back and forth, but it was no use. Her heart started to race, her breath shortening, it was terrifying to know he was back there, violating her most tender and private place.

"Stop it." She whimpered, struggling to get the words out.

"You see my dear; you think this little fold of skin is yours. But by my authority as king, it in truth belongs to me. All my lionesses must perform their due diligence to please their king; you my young lady are no different." Scar carried on, making a fair effort to penetrate her with his finger. Nala cringed as he attempted to deflower her, groaning and stammering, she slammed her eyes tight and tried to ignore it.

"Just don't." She stammered once more. Scar let loose another devious laugh, as he brought his readied shaft to the base of her tail. Brushing over the pucker of her ass, he felt it graze down lower, the bristles of his meat combing over and flashing along her slit.

"You'll get used to it." He assured her quietly. Nala shook her head rampantly as Scar smiled, ready to open his new toy.

"Scar!!" Sarafina shouted from the entrance of the den. Nala's eyes bloomed wide, never more relieved to hear her mother's voice. Rushing in she was swiftly followed by Sarabi. "Get the hell away from my daughter!" She barked, ripping him from his attempt to take her cub. She had thrown him hard on the ground; Sarabi and Sarafina were able to keep their weight on him, preventing any escape.

"Nala, go!" Sarabi called out. Nala didn't need to be told twice, letting a tear of joy escape she bolted for the entrance and vanished from sight. Sarabi turned her attention to her captive king and snarled.

"You will pay for this!" Scar threatened, still trying to break free of the two lionesses.

"If you ever come near her again, you will wake at dawn to find that horrid chunk of flesh stuffed down your throat!" Sarabi countered. Sarafina joined in by giving a hard shot with her hind leg right between Scars.

"That, is our promise, Scar!" Sarafina shouted, releasing her foot from his crotch.

Nala had made for the ramp and quickly shot down toward the open savannah. She barely made a few feet before she was tackled by Chumvi, pinning her on her back.

"No! Get off me, let me go!" Nala demanded.

"Easy Nala! It's ok." He comforted, lowering himself down to hold her. "Who do you think told your mom what was going on, huh?" He explained, rising up to smile at her. Nala's panic ceased immediately, looking up to him in astonishment.

"You... Saved me?" She asked.

"I saw the other lionesses leaving; I knew something fishy was going on. He never-" He tried to explain, but cut off by Nala's sudden grasp of his body, pulling him back down to her.

"Thank you. Thank you so much." She whimpered, keeping him tight in her arms. Chumvi managed his paws around her body and held her tight in return. They stayed locked for a few moments, until the loud bellow of Scar's roar stirred their attention.

"Let's get out of here, I know a good place to hide." He insisted, leading Nala away. Parting through the grass, they crossed into a fairly well traveled trail. Nala knew it well, it lead to the water hole.

"The water hole? You can't be serious!" Nala scolded lightly.

"Ya trust me?" He called back. Nala looked on towards Pride Rock and shook her head.

"Yeah, I trust you. Just, get me away from there." She urged, following close behind. They arrived at the watering hole and darted off towards the small den nearby. Chumvi leapt inside, peeking his head out, he waved for her to follow. Nala looked back once more before joining in, squeezing passed his body into the depths of the small den.

Nala leaned against the wall, closing her eyes; she took a moment to catch her breath. With a glance towards the entrance, she saw Chumvi vigilantly watching for any trespassers on their hideout. Her eyes began to draw along his body, down between his legs to the small sack and sheath dangling between them.

With snap, she looked away, scolding herself lightly. She stretched her leg over her head and reached down to her slit. Giving it a soft wipe, she pressed to see if she had been deflowered. Much to her relief aside from being a little tender, she was still intact.

"Alright, I think we're clear." Chumvi announced, turning around to Nala. Surprised he quickly covered his eyes, realizing she was examining herself. "Hehe, sorry." He giggled lightly. Nala quickly dropped her leg and brought herself close to him once more. Pulling his paw away, he was relieved to see her smiling face just inches from his. Nala pulled him close again, wrapping a paw around to his back and mounted her head on his shoulder.

"Don't be sorry, I owe you one, big time." Nala comforted. Embracing the warmth of his body, she snuck a soft kiss to his neck before meeting him eye to eye again.

"So what happened? What did he do?" Chumvi asked, gently rubbing up and down her arm.

"Ugh, you wouldn't believe me if I told you." She looked away in disgust.

"Try me." Chumvi encouraged, wanting to hear the story. Nala tried to find the words to explain, but the whole situation was just too uncomfortable. Instead she decided to just summarize it for him.

"Look he tried to. You know. Put his thing in me." Nala explained, inching a little away from him.

"Whoa what?!" Chumvi exclaimed. "You mean he tried to, mate you?" He inquired more directly, grasping her once again. Nala glanced to the ground then back to him and nodded. "That big fat, jerk!" He shouted.

"Shh!" Nala hushed, not wanting his outburst to attract any attention.

"Oh, right sorry." He swiftly quieted himself. "Still, that just makes me so mad."

"Yeah, I don't think I could stand that." Nala shook her head, letting her eyes run along his body once more. Her attention grew heavy on the area just below his belly, where the small tip of his sheath protruded underneath. "I don't want him to be the first to have me." She breathed, still locked on his lower body.

Chumvi started to become aware of where her eyes were fixating. A soft shudder escaped as he briefly looked down at himself then to Nala.

"O-oh? Then, w-who would-d you have?" He continued to stammer nervously. Looking up, Nala extended her paw, grasping the base of his arm and carefully pulled it toward her. Her eyes grew wide, gazing into his.

"You saved me once from him already." She said softly, grasping his paw in hers. "Don't let him take me first." Nala pleaded, pressing his paw on her belly. Chumvi was still clamoring to catch his breath. Mating wasn't the first thing on his mind when he rescued her, but now, knowing it might spare her being deflowered by Scar. He felt compelled, thrilled even to be the first.

"Yeah, I'll do it." Chumvi whispered, feeling the soft fur of Nala's belly. She seemed so happy she could cry, leaning into his neck once more to plant a soft kiss. The sound of her lips, caressing his neck made his legs weak. He turned and gave the wall his back to stay steady.

Nala brought her muzzle down his body, letting her breath tickle his fur as she traveled. She found the soft fur of his sheath and gave no hesitation, cradling it on her tongue before taking the length to his balls into her mouth. "Oh wow." Chumvi stammered, feeling his sheath suckled and rolled about. He quickly found his shaft filling it.

Nala suckled away, her mouth wetting the fur of his sheath as the tip eagerly crested the peak. She pulled back a moment, admiring it as it revealed itself a little more with each twitch of his pulse. Once more she delved in, snaring the skin of his sheath on her lips, she let the exposed flesh feel the warmth and wet of her mouth.

Chumvi gasped once again, grasping her forehead with his paw he started to push into her. His full length was exposed, tossed and bathed within. Rolling from the left to right, she teased him. Pressing his cock against the roof of her mouth she took long hard sucks to the point he thought she was stretching him. Chumvi was letting her take the reins since she had little issue stuffing her muzzle straight down to his belly, engulfing him whole. Each time he found himself moaning, his tip touched the back of her throat. He was sure he would lose it if she kept up much longer.

At last she released him, letting a trail dribble between her mouth and his thoroughly soaked member. Chumvi was still breathing rapidly; the urge to bury himself inside her once again was overpowering. As she rose up to his face with a contented smile, he stared back in near panic.

"Feel good?" She asked warmly. Chumvi threw himself atop of her, pinning her down as she giggled. Nala took his body in straddle and let her exposed rump become his target. Chumvi wailed as if in agony as he frantically searched for her entryway. Grazing passed it, or slipping to the side he grew more vigorous. Swishing across he caught himself on her lip at last, without thinking he attempted to delve in.

"Ahh, that's it!" Nala cried out, the pressure of his tip desperate to break her seal. At last the flesh gave way as he penetrated, his cock slicked with saliva easily slid through her walls to find the deepest point of her body. Nala's eyes went wild; he was big, hard, feeling his pulse through the throbs inside. "Oh, Chumvi!" She groaned, grasping his neck.

He started with little movements, feeling her squeeze his length down to the base. Felt all the more keenly along with the little pushes back in. Chumvi was calming down at last enough to really embrace her body. He closed his eyes, soothed by the stroke of her body against his, the tight grip her legs had across his waist. But it was her purring and soft moans that he enjoyed the most. The subtle vibrations from her chest along with her breath passing his ear.

Chumvi grew more vigorous, withdrawing a little further and pressing hard back in. Each time he came to her vault he was welcomed with a tight squeeze. He stammered with pleasure, letting Nala take him to the hilt he gradually increased his speed. She released from his neck, closing her eyes she grasped her chest. Letting her body bounce with each thrust into her pussy.

Chumvi dug his claws into the earth, bracing himself to prevent any slip. Her purring was growing loud, paused only by the gasps for air she took. He loved hearing the myriad of sounds her body was making.

Taking her body closer to him, he took to quicker, short thrusts into Nala's pussy. Her head tossed to and fro, clinching him as tight as she could. Chumvi was getting close, and he could feel it. The burning in his stomach spread to his thighs as feeling washed over him. Easing his pace, his first spurt washed the whole of her cervix, while the others began filling the tiny vault inside.

He grunted and groaned, filling her body with his warm seed. Nala loved the feel of the jets, splashing her walls and pooling up inside. She tilted back all she could to prevent a single drop from escaping.

His breathing heavy, he took to thrusting slowly inside her once again. Nala looked up to him in astonishment, feeling his lubricated cock dive into the pool he created in her.

"Again? Don't you.. Need a bit... To rest?" She panted between thrusts. Chumvi eagerly shook his head.

"Nah, can't stop. Not now, not yet." Chumvi was back to his previous speed within just a few moments. Nala squeezed him over and over as he slid effortlessly through her body. His seed was such effective lubricant, she simply kept her walls clenching as long as she could to please him.

Letting her head fall back again, she closed her eyes and let the moment sink in. She was being mated, and well. Chumvi's stamina was impressive, and her body felt so loved, so pleased. She could see the shape of his cock in her mind, ravaging her inside.

Moaning louder and louder, the feeling inside her was becoming frantic. Her belly began to quiver and ache as she squeezed tighter across his waist. Her leg's felt as though they were going to fall off as the convulsions began. The epicenter at her vault, her climax began to ring through her body. Tight, spastic pulls began to crush Chumvi's shaft. Still, he rode her through it while Nala's head swung left and right, crying out from the intense sensation gripping her entire body.

Her tongue protruding, she tried to cool her body down rapidly. Chumvi was relentless, thrusting still so vigorously inside, bouncing her body on the ground. As the sensations became a memory, the pain in her legs was still lingering. Dropping them to either side she pushed Chumvi off of her. Confused, but compliantly he backed off as Nala rose to her feet.

"I'm sorry, did I?" he began to ask. Nala shook her head as she pressed on his chest, rolling him backward to the ground. She hovered her rump atop his waist, trying to find him.

"Tell me if I'm close, ok?" She pleaded, still panting lightly. Chumvi nodded and began to shift as well, trying to find her. With a few errant presses, he grew closer. Eventually flicking along her slit once again. Nala felt it as well and kept herself steady enough for him to catch inside. With his tip entrenched, she put her weight on and settled on top.

Chumvi wasn't used to being on the bottom. His ability to move and thrust like he wanted was limited, but the weight of her body was wonderful. Nala swung her head up, moaning as she enjoyed every bit of his cock deep within her. She started to ride him, rocking back and forth letting just a shine of pink flesh escape before rolling back and enveloping him entirely.

The weight of her body, combined with the tight squeeze and rocking motion was soothing and so very pleasing. He could feel his tip brush passed her cervix, touching the end of her vault before being pulled back, followed up by a hard squeeze.

Watching her take him so willingly, smothering his genitals, it was getting him primed once more. He gave as much thrust as he could while Nala came down. She could feel him attempting to speed things up and braced herself. Rocking on him as fast as she could, she got in sync with his motions and found a comfortable speed together.

Nala was so taken, so loved. She started to laugh a little, knowing Scar would not be able to touch the pleasure she was getting from Chumvi. It made her all the more determined, eager to let Chumvi fill her once again; and he was willing to fulfill that wish.

The familiar sensation was welling up once again. Chumvi felt his stomach tighten and legs twitch. This time his legs were free to move about as the climax grew closer. Nala saw him coming close, loving the odd little faces he made as it started. Taking the whole of his cock deep within, she felt him ejaculate once again.

Chumvi groaned as the first jets sprayed inside. Nala raised her eyebrow along with her rump, letting his twitching penis, flick out from her body. His releases did not relent, thin streams shot at her pussy and rump, splashing back at him and trickling along the inside of her legs. She let him decorate her rump with sperm, and settled atop once the streams failed to reach her.

Chumvi was panting loudly; at last the limits of his stamina were reached. He needed rest, and was showing signs of fatigue, barely able to keep his eyes open. Nala looked down, and took to running her paw over his head, brushing through the bristly hairs on his immature mane while smiling. So proud of her new found mate, she leaned down and kissed his nose.

"Thank you, Chumvi." She whispered softly, keeping to her loving strokes.

"Anything for you, Nala." He replied, though barely conscious. She rose up and swung around, settling her muzzle near his sheath once. "Nala, I can't." He cried.

"Shh." She hushed, licking the seed from the fur around his privates. She lowered her rump to his face, but hardly followed suit. A few soft licks were all he could offer, before grasping her rump and falling to his side, taking her with him. Nala was un-deterred and continue to bath clean his sheath and balls. The warmth and wetness of his thigh resting on her head, surrounded her with the scent of their encounter.

Eventually, she too would succumb to exhaustion, and sleep cradled between his legs.

As the night came upon them, the two began to stir awake. Chumvi was baffled at first by the sight of her vagina before him. But the scent of his dried seed soon reminded him. Nala gave his sheath a soft kiss before retracting her head and pulling away.

"Heh, that tickles." Chumvi giggled, as he too attempted to pull away. He cringed however, as the fur soaked in seed had dried, and pulled on his fur as they parted. "Ow."

"Yeah." Nala cringed as well. "Maybe let's not fall asleep doing that next time."

"It was worth it." He smiled; taking to her side he licked her cheek.

"Nala!! Chumvi!!" A voiced called out faintly in the distance. Nala suddenly felt horribly guilty, having left her for so long.

"Oh, mom!" She cried out.

"Wait, Nala!" Chumvi snared her tail, pulling her back. "We need to wash off." Nala looked outside to the water hole, before turning back with her eyebrow raised and a wicked grin. Chumvi gulped as within seconds the two came bolting out with Nala pouncing him and tumbling into the water. Submerged for a few seconds, they came up laughing and splashing each other, clamoring for the shore.

"Pinned ya." She gloated, shaking herself off.

"How can you tell?! We were under water?" He argued lightly.

"Cause I'm that awesome, that's why." She laughed, bounding around him.

"For once, I agree." He smiled warmly. She returned the smile and brushed under his chin.

"Nala!!" Sarafina exclaimed, rushing for her daughter.

"Momma!" Nala bounded eagerly for her mother.

"Oh my baby! I'm so glad you're ok, you had us worried sick." Sarafina carried on, nuzzling her daughter tight.

"It's ok mom, I'm back." She insisted, licking her forehead.

"I'm glad you're back." Chumvi whispered to her. Nala warmly smiled to him and whispered back.

"Thanks for finding me."