The Search on Safari

Story by Gideon Kalve Jarvis on SoFurry

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#2 of Lion King

A work commissioned by https://samadhir.sofurry.com who wanted so badly to see a sequel to "Incident on Safari." David, a dear (human) friend of Brie and Rie is persuaded by the twin girls' parents to go deep into the Pridelands to find their daughters, and bring them back. But what if they don't want to come back? More, what if, after meeting the natives of the Pridelands, David doesn't want to come back?


The Search On Safari

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Commissioned by Samadhir

Author's Note: This work is a sequel to the story "Incident on Safari." The reference to Sarafina eating Banzai's father is from the song "Chow Down," found in Broadway's "The Lion King: The Musical." All non-original characters and settings are © copyright Disney and used without official permission. http://lionking.wikia.com/wiki/ was an invaluable reference for character information, especially the names of the other lionesses in the Pride Rock pride. The author makes no profit from this work.

Perhaps more than anything else, David had always striven to be dutiful and loyal, even perhaps to a fault. The boy wasn't the biggest in his high school class, nor was he the strongest by any means. Despite David's physical limitations, however, he was certainly the one upon whom his friends could rely in a pinch. Well, that pinch had finally come, and now David found himself walking through the tall grass of the veldt, naked save for his khaki shorts and tough hiking boots, his button-up shirt tied around his waist while sweat trickled down his smooth, brown-skinned chest and belly.

How in the world had he gotten into this mess?

Oh yeah: Brianna and Rianna.

David had always been the best friend of the two blonde girls. He was best friend to a lot of girls, actually, and though he did his best not to think about it too much, for fear that the deadly sins of pride or lust might steal him away from his determination to follow his strict Catholic upbringing, David was a very beautiful young man. His Hispanic blood, the thick, rich blood of the Conquistadores mingled with the equally thick, rich blood of the Aztec priest-kings had produced him, and it was very hard to deny that the product was absolutely gorgeous. Quite unlike either of his progenitor races, however, David was a kind boy, gentle and concerned about the welfare of others, and it showed in his sweet, delicate-boned face and large, dark eyes. Slender, almost effeminate, David looked very much like his namesake: the smooth, dark sculpture of the shepherd boy standing over the head of Goliath, as sculpted by the Renaissance master, Donatello. It was precisely because he was such a nice guy that David had taken up the task to find Brie and Rie, hopefully before they did something foolish.

Only a matter of weeks ago, the blonde twins' parents had received an official notice on very official stationary, postmarked from Kenya. The notice was to inform them that the two girls, their parents' pride and joy, had decided to marry Simba, the king of the jungle and lord of the Pridelands and all places touched by the light. Apparently that was his official title, the Pridelands being a semi-official territory that had been carved out of Central Africa with the recent human depopulation of the continent, ruled over and populated by the new animal-like humanoids that had arisen with the dawning of the new era of Earth. While Brie and Rie's parents couldn't fault the girls for choosing to marry royalty, they had serious problems with their choice of species.

As it turned out, King Simba wasn't human.

Of course, Brie and Rie's parents weren't racist, and there was plenty of proof to back up their claim. They had lots of friends from other races, and they knew plenty of animal people, and they'd always donated heavily to charities to support the disadvantaged peoples of many third world nations lacking the amenities and enlightenment of those who lived in the United States. But having their beautiful daughters marry a...person (and the twins' parents both had a hard time using the term without saying it as though it were safely contained within quotes) who wasn't even of their species...it was simply intolerable!

Also of course, neither of the girls' parents were able to attend the wedding. They both had hectic and demanding schedules, the source of their opulent lifestyle, and how Brie and Rie had been able to afford going on safari in Africa in the first place, and so naturally they couldn't spare time to head to another continent to attend a ceremony of which they didn't approve in the first place. But they could convince David to do their work for them - an easy task, considering his constant willingness to help, coupled with his own sense of guilt for letting this situation happen in the first place. David, after all, had been with the safari group from which Brie and Rie had gotten separated, which led to their meeting Simba, which led to their present announced marriage. A perpetual sucker for guilt trips, as much as he was for helping his friends, David ended up on the next plane out.

Events had gone south pretty much from the moment David first left Jomo Kenyata International Airport to start arranging his trip into the savannah, where the Lion King was said to live. First of all, his reservation at the local hotel fell through, but David managed to work through that by throwing himself into the work of setting out into the veldt. Humans in Africa mostly stayed on the coasts, and convincing some of the locals to guide him inland, where the animal people held sway, had proved next to impossible. What had proven actually impossible was getting human guides who were honest, and after David got off the land rover for a short bathroom break, his guides had promptly started the engine of their vehicle, and took off before David had even managed to zip up. Fortunately, David's canteen was on his belt, and he'd been wearing his broad-brimmed hat to keep off the sun, more-or-less, but aside from the water and the clothes on his back, he'd been left stranded, miles from civilization, and completely at the mercy of the wilds.

Removing his hat, David wiped the sweat from his brow, brushing the curly ringlets of his long, lustrous black hair out of his face as he did so. It was getting close to dusk now, and all he'd seen of life were a small herd of zebras - the four-legged kind - grazing peacefully on a tamped-down section of the grassland. Not a single two-legged creature had appeared for miles. This was perhaps a good thing, as David thought about it, since he'd heard that the animal people of wild Africa could be savage, even occasionally eating humans who strayed into their territory unannounced. He wondered if perhaps the fear of these animal people was what had caused his erstwhile guides to run off and leave him as they did, but then, it was probably useless speculating on such things: David was stuck out there in the wilderness, and unless he found civilization soon, he would probably be finished. Even if the "civilization" in question had fur and fangs.

Stumbling suddenly out of the tall grass, David's eyes widened, the Cupid's bow of his mouth spreading into a bright, hopeful smile: water! There was water in the savannah!

Just before David was a wide, shallow-looking pool. It was probably just some moisture left over from the last big rains, collected into an indentation in the land, but to David, who had expended the last of his canteen just two hours past, it looked like the fountains of Eden. Ignoring the graceful little gazelle who were skirting the edges of the waterhole, shying away from the water itself as much as they skied away from David, the brown-skinned human boy raced forward, just shy of a full run, desperate to taste water once more, and fill his canteen for the next day.

He never made it.

Halfway between the waterhole that was his target, and the tall grass he'd vacated, David came to a complete stop, his eyes wide with fright. Standing in front of him, having just stepped into his way, was an animal woman - a lioness, dressed in only a scant loincloth that covered the front of her groin, and nothing else. She was tall, her body toned and muscular, especially her belly, which, though it showed the slight bulge of a baby several months on the way, still displayed a clear sixpack, the rows of muscle neatly stacked one on top of the other. Her legs were long, sleek, and supple, her tufted tail flicking from side to side above a gorgeously-toned tawny-furred butt, just barely visible from David's perspective as she was partially turned away from him, one hand gripping a spear whose butt was resting on the ground, barring his path to the waterhole. Tearing his eyes away from her bum, David's gaze almost immediately became glued to her gorgeous breasts, each an overflowing handful, the plump pink nipples obviously swollen in preparation for making milk for the baby growing in her belly.

During all of David's scrutiny, the lioness had been watching the human boy with an amused expression on her beautiful face, her blue eyes seeming to be appraising him in much the same way he'd been appraising her. The dusky-skinned teenage boy only just managed to tear his eyes away from her body in time to meet her mockingly-amused face, her nod one of approval at what she saw: apparently she liked looking at him at least as much as he'd liked looking at her (though, of course, David immediately worked to deny that he'd ever had such thoughts).

"You like what you see?" she asked in a smooth, sweet voice with a beautiful tonal quality to it, marking it as the voice of a born singer, slightly higher-pitched; the voice of an alto.

Blushing furiously, David looked away.

"I'm sorry," he stammered out in apology. "I didn't mean to stare. I was just so surprised to see you, that I..."

"I don't mind you looking," the lioness replied, taking a step forward. "Not at all. But I can't let you go to that waterhole, young one: it's filled with crocodiles."

"What?" gasped David in shock, looking past the gorgeous young lioness to the waterhole behind her. "But...but I don't see any crocodiles. Not even one."

Arching an eyebrow, the lioness turned, her tufted tail lashing from side to side above her beautiful buttocks, and David had to fight with all his will to keep from staring once more - he was a good boy, a good Catholic, and good Catholic boys didn't allow such carnal thoughts to enter their heads.

Not seeming to care how much she was displaying from the rear, the lioness walked to the edge of the waterhole, then thrust the butt of her spear down into the water with a loud splash.

Almost immediately, the water started to churn and boil and froth. David gasped in horror as he saw several rough, scaly shapes lunging upward, snapping at the spear, only barely missing it as the lioness jerked the haft back, then stepped quickly away from the water's edge.

"That's why the gazelles weren't drinking," she explained, turning around to face David once more. "Every body of water in Africa has crocodiles, even when you can't see them. You're lucky I came along, or you would have been eaten by the crocodiles."

As she spoke, David frowned slightly, sensing something in her words that made him nervous. Swallowing to wet his suddenly-dry mouth, he took a tentative step backward.

"Then...then I suppose I owe you thanks," said David, now backing away slowly but steadily, hoping that he'd reach the anonymity of the tall grass before this wild creature decided to enact whatever it was she was planning for him. "Now, if you please, I believe I'll just be on my way..."

"Oh no, my beautiful young man," said the lioness, smiling a little broader, letting her sharp, predatory teeth show. "You're not going anywhere. You're all alone out here in the wilderness, far from civilization, and much further from anyone who might help you. I was born and raised to be a hunter, and all my instincts and training tell me that you," she slowly licked her lips, eying David up and down in a way that made him shudder all over...and not entirely from fear for the safety of his body, either, "are prey."

There was no contest, of course. Though David was certainly in good shape, being one of the top athletes on his highschool's swim team, what the lioness had said about being born and raised to be a hunter was all-too-true. David had exercised because he'd wanted to. The lioness, on the other hand, was at the top of the food chain because she'd _had_to be there. To have been anything less would have meant she wouldn't have survived.

"Aah!" cried out David as he was easily brought down, much like he was a gazelle himself, his voice sounding so high-pitched in his own ears, so weak and effeminate, it left him ashamed even as he struggled desperately beneath her. "Please, please, I beg you - don't eat me!"

"Silly boy," giggled the lioness as she took her time, easily holding his wrists behind his back with one strong hand, while her other hand began to caress his sleek back, then reach around to tenderly stroke his smooth chest. "Here you've already taken care of half the work 'skinning' you, walked right into the middle of our ambush, and even left yourself in my debt for saving your life - making it mine, to do with as I please, by tribal law - and now you're begging me not to eat you...mmm, especially when you're so sweet, so young, so tender..." David felt a leather thong cinch around his wrists, binding them tightly, allowing the lioness to begin letting her hands roam over his smooth, brown-skinned body with more boldness than before, her breathing soft and pregnant with promise in his ear as she crouched over the bound human boy. "You're not even fighting me as hard as I know you can," she added with a soft, seductive growl in his ear, before making him whimper as she nipped his earlobe. "You're very healthy, but it's like I said: you're born prey. True prey, meek and submissive, knows what its purpose is in life: true prey belongs to the predators. Isn't that right, girls?"

David's eyes widened in horror as he lifted his head, looking around as the tall grass suddenly came alive with seven more sleek, tawny figures, every one of them wearing as little or less than the lioness holding him pinned to the ground.

"Very right, my darling Nala," said an especially busty, somewhat older lioness with slightly darker fur and deep amber-orange eyes. "Your daughter does you proud with the prizes she brings in, Sarafina," she added to another, more petite lioness who stepped up next to her, her smiling face bright and energetic. "First those wonderful human girls, and now a gorgeous human boy."

"You know about Brie and Rie?" David asked, his mind latching onto this important piece of information - after all, it was the entire reason he'd come into the deadly wilds of Africa, like a babe into the woods. "Are they all right? Where are they?"

"Oh, you know them?" Nala, the lioness on his back, asked with interest, her eyebrows raising. "What a small world it is."

"I was sent here by their parents to bring them back," David explained. "My name is David Cruz, and I'm Brianna and Rianna's best friend. I was abandoned out here by the men I hired to take me into the Pridelands to try and find them, and I've been wandering alone out here for hours, hoping to find some sign of civilization - anyone that I could ask to find the girls and bring them home safe to their parents."

Nala's grip on David's wrists relaxed, and she settled back on her haunches, lifting him easily to a kneeling position in front of her, facing the other seven lionesses in the clearing around the waterhole. David could see the beautiful feline females trading meaningful looks, the silent communication of a tight-knit band of close friends who have endured much together, and have learned to work in near-perfect cooperation. A crack Special Forces team would have given their eyeteeth for the deep communion these lionesses had developed over their years of hunting and fighting together. Not that David quite realized the full extent of the communication going on around him, without a single word having to be said.

"I suppose that makes you an honored guest, then," said the generously-curved lioness who stepped forward, then knelt in front of David, a position which, thanks to her significant, muscular height, put her full, bountiful breasts right at eye level with David's face, making the boy blush furiously. "I am Sarabi, mother of the Lion King," she paused for a long moment, letting a beautiful, motherly smile spread across her face, "and soon to be grandmother to three healthy grandchildren, thanks to the efforts of our King, Simba."

"Three?" David considered for a moment, her brow furrowing slightly in some mild confusion, before he glanced at Nala's plump tummy. "Oh - you're expecting triplets, then?"

All the lionesses immediately burst into giggles.

"You're adorable," said Nala, leaning up behind David to nuzzle his cheek, then giving him a lick, her tongue rough and raspy against his delicate, smooth skin. "No, I'm pretty sure I've only got one baby inside of me. My mother-in-law is referring to your friends."

"Brie and Rie are pregnant?" David exclaimed, his jaw dropping. "But...but we only just received the wedding invitation a short while ago! If they're pregnant now, without being married..."

"The boy catches on quick," laughed Sarafina, the sound as musical as bells, before she leaned in as well, kissing David on his forehead. "Don't scowl so, dear one: you'll give yourself wrinkles before your time. That would be a terrible shame, too: you're very beautiful."

"Thanks?" David answered hesitantly, looking around nervously as the lionesses began to close in, surrounding him completely, their eyes wide, their expressions eager as they craned their necks over the shoulders of their pridesisters to better look at him. "Are you...are you going to bring me to Brie and Rie, then? I mean, so I can take them back home with me."

"You're a sweet boy, David," answered Sarabi, resting one surprisingly large, strong hand on the boy's smooth chest. "And you obviously have a good heart, and mean well. But Brie and Rie like being here, among the lions of Pride Rock. We're not keeping them here against their will, or forcing them to do anything they don't want to do, I promise you. They've been my son, Simba's mates for several months now, starting from just shortly after he and Nala saved them from being eaten by hyenas. Having a wedding, for us, is just a human formality, something to give their parents a reason to come and dote on their lovely daughters, get to know the new in-laws, and other such social niceties." David shivered as her claws extended slightly, teasing the dark brown spots of his nipples in slow circles. "Mmm, but speaking of their parents, where are Brie and Rie's mother and father? Surely they got the invitation we sent?"

"They..." David swallowed, then looked away. "They said they couldn't come. They just wanted their daughters back."

Sarabi frowned at that, her expression slightly sad. She glanced at Nala, then rolled her shoulders in a slight shrug. Nala returned the shrug, but her own expression was a relaxed smile: it was obvious she wasn't worried about the opinions of bigots. Especially not when there was an adorable human boy to play with, as she made quite clear with a sharp-toothed smile down at David, unseen by the human as he focused his attention on Sarabi, still trying to stammer out an apology for the rudeness of others beyond his control.

"Oh, don't trouble yourself, David," Sarabi soothed the young man, cupping his chin with one strong hand, smiling gently down at him. "It's certainly not your fault. Truth be told, it's probably better this way, to give Brie and Rie's parents a little more time to adjust and accept what is, and what is not. Perhaps they'll never figure it out, but then again, perhaps they will. Either way, you are here in their stead, and so you will be our guest of honor."

"Thanks," said David, starting to relax at the friendly expression on the beautiful lioness matron's face. "Um, could you please untie me, then? It's getting a little uncomfortable...ah!"

David gasped as Nala's hands reached around his body, her nimble fingers deftly unbuckling his belt, then starting to work on the button at the top of his khaki shorts.

"Wait!" cried out David, looking around with alarm, his dark eyes growing wide as he saw the _hungry_expressions on the faces of all the lionesses, many of them licking their chops in their eagerness as they crouched around him, waiting their turn, like hunters over a fresh kill. "Wait, please, what are you-mmm!"

Kissing David deeply, her tongue sliding smoothly into his mouth, rasping against his smaller human tongue, Sarabi silenced the boy with ease. Then, when she pulled back, before David could do more than gasp for just a moment for air, Sarafina leaned in for her turn, her tufted tail flicking as she raised her pert, tawny buttocks to better lean into the kiss, her gentle hands stroking his supple, smooth chest without even the hint of claws against his delicate skin. As her mother-in-law and her mother took turns ravishing the Cupid's bow of David's mouth, Nala smoothly peeled his shorts, and the clean white briefs beneath, down his supple brown-skinned legs and over his hiking boots.

"Aw," one of the other lionesses squealed happily as David's penis popped up. "It's adorable!"

"Hush, Tama," giggled Nala as she wrapped her fingers around David's uncircumcised penis, gently squeezing it near the base, then stroking it a little, bringing it easily to the full hardness the confines of his clothes and his qualms had delayed, but not prevented. "His penis is as beautiful as the rest of him. It is perfect for the boy that bears it."

This was true. While David wasn't the largest of males, he wasn't miniscule either. His shaft was indeed perfectly suited to his overall appearance: smooth, slender, gently curved. The sac beneath was similarly smooth, and fit easily into one of Nala's hands as she lovingly caressed the human boy's balls, teasing her fingers into the sensitive spot right behind them to further excite the helpless preymale.

"Please," gasped David, looking around in fearful anticipation, even as he saw several of the lionesses head toward the waterhole, some using spears to prod the water, driving the crocodiles back, while others gathered large woven baskets of the water, and carried them back over to where he was being attended by the three lionesses. "Please, what are you going to do with me?"

"I said you would be our guest of honor," Sarabi explained, nuzzling David's cheek, her hands stroking down his trim chest and belly almost as though she were stroking a cat. "If we're to present you to the Lion King, however, we really need to make sure you're nice and clean."

"You wouldn't want to show up before the Lion King looking like you've been lost on the savannah, would you?" asked Sarafina with a happy giggle, leaning in, her pert bottom hiking, tail flicking from side to side as she kissed his taut tummy, then made the boy gasp and shiver as she worked her lightly raspy tonguetip into the tight indentation of his navel. "We're going to bathe you, dear David." She gave him her easy, cheerful smile as she looked up at him. "Of course, since we're cats, we're going to bathe you the best way we know how."

Helpless in the strong grips of these beautiful, powerful females, David could only squirm feebly as they laid him back on a long blanket one of the other lionesses had been using as a sort of cape. With his hands still tied behind his back, David moaned loudly as Sarabi and Sarafina started to kiss and then to lick his bare chest, paying special attention to his painfully perked nipples. Two of the other lionesses were already starting to unlace his boots, and before too long both boots and socks were slid off as well, leaving him completely naked, and even more completely at their mercy.

"Please...no..." whimpered the helpless human boy, before Nala silenced his protests with a passionate, breath-stealing kiss that left him swimming in a haze of rapidly-building passion, his mind growing steadily less able to form coherent thoughts.

"Kula is the best at anything that involves her mouth," Nala said with a giggle as she broke the kiss, letting David watch as a slightly chubby lioness, only a little bit younger than Nala, settled onto her stomach so that she could hold David's penis erect and smile happily up at it, her plush bum wriggling in her obvious eagerness, before being joined by another lioness, this one with darker, almost ruddy fur and what appeared to be a look of perpetual seriousness on her otherwise pretty face. "And Tama is good at just about everything she tries, when she wants to be. They're two of my best friends growing up, so they'll be the ones to make sure your important parts are nice and clean and ready to serve the needs of their queen."

"But this is a sin..." David managed to gasp out, only just barely starting to realize what Nala might mean by "serving the needs of the queen," before his voice was suddenly stolen by the overwhelming pleasure as the two talented young lionesses began to put their mouths to work on his exposed boy bits. Kula almost immediately went for the plump, uncut head of David's cock, her tongue easily working its way beneath his foreskin, circling the extra-sensitive glans beneath and peeling his foreskin down, making David's voice rise in a high-pitched moan of pleasure, a moan that only grew more loud and heartfelt as Tama began to dab her tongue over his plump young balls. Soon her tongue was caressing the smooth, tensed sac, tracing the curve of his testicles at the bottom, then teasing behind its outswelling, to the delicate place where his sac joined with his groin in the rear.

"It certainly isn't," Nala replied as she held David down, her strong hands on his shoulders. "You're our prey, after all - we're doing this to you. If you like it, well, that isn't really your fault, now is it?" She grinned at her pridesisters, who laughed merrily, their happy voices sweet music in the early evening air. "As for us, we're just doing what comes naturally, just like you. We were made for bringing down prey, just like you were made to be prey." She kissed his heavily-flushed cheek, while David still continued to struggle weakly, her words filling his clouded, pleasure-hazed mind. "It's all part of the Circle of Life. It's not a part of the morality of humans, David: it's the way things are, because they're meant to be."

Could Nala be right? Could...could this really be the way things should be? Had he been similarly treated by human women, he could say without doubt that anything that might take place would be sinful, carnal, and sensual. But among these beautiful, primal females, as much animal as human in his eyes, David's moral compass didn't give him any direction.

"Naanda, Diku, Dwala?" Sarabi suddenly spoke up, lifting her head from where she'd been happily pinching one of David's nipples between her teeth, careful not to break the skin. "Why don't you all be dears, and get our prey properly ready for the Lion King?" She turned her head to smirk at David's confused expression. "If you're going to be made an honorary member of the pride, any male who desires such an honor, and isn't considered the king's equal, has to learn to submit to his true king. You, my beautiful, lovely boy, are no equal to Simba, no matter how gorgeous you might be. That means you'll want your adorable little bottom to be very well-prepared for your new king's penis."

"Sodomy?!" David exclaimed, horrorstruck, and started to struggle once more against his bonds, his legs kicking outward until they were caught, the kittenish Dwala taking the right, while the gentle-faced Diku seized firm hold of the left, lifting the helpless human boy's knees up, then pressing them down next to his sides, thrusting his smooth, almost girlishly heart-shaped bum out, an easy target for the calm-eyed Naanda, who gripped his supple buns in her gentle hands, then started to knead them, carefully relaxing the wriggling little preyboy in the lionesses' clutches. "No! Please, don't do this to me! It's a mortal sin! It's wrong, it's degraded, it's-mmmf!"

"It's simply what happens to male prey, little David," Nala responded calmly, though her voice rose to a pleasured coo as she suddenly straddled David's face, letting his head settle back onto the blanket, while she lowered her plump, swollen pink muff down over his mouth. "Especially now, with so many of the pride pregnant, or avoiding pregnancy so that we keep some able hunters around. We've been specifically on the hunt for two-legged prey for our king to enjoy...mmm," she shuddered as she ground her mound against David's mouth, her juices trickling down his throat, for she'd caught him with his mouth wide open, and he couldn't shut it with her squished so tightly against him, her movements forcing him to perform cunnilingus on her gushing cunny. "We like bringing him male prey best of all - not only is it lots of fun watching Simba at work on an adorable, sweet-eyed preyboy, when he's finished there's usually some left over for us girls to enjoy as well. And no danger of pregnancy, either."

Feeling Naanda's skillful, massaging hands spreading his bottom apart, David could only whimper pitifully into Nala's quim, knowing there would be no escape for him. He was just what the lionesses had said: prey, weak and helpless and completely at the mercy of these goddesses of the savannah. As he felt Naanda's tongue begin to tease at his tense, virgin anus, gently massaging his tight ring, relaxing it with her skilled oral efforts, even as he felt Kula wrap her lips around his cockhead, suckling wetly on the plump, dark-colored tip, then pop her lips free to lap up the copious precum seeping from the slit at the center. Tama, meanwhile, was licking up and down David's smooth shaft, her hand wrapped around the base, keeping him upright, pointed straight into Kula's greedy and so very talented mouth.

His pupils dilating, David gasped right into Nala's cunny, making the lion queen moan loudly, her strong hands mauling her breasts, as he felt Naanda's tongue penetrate him. In moments, Nannda was driving her tongue forward, working it around, then starting to thrust her head forward and back, plowing out David's brown-skinned bottom with merciless skill. Her tongue wasn't as raspy as the tongues of the four-legged cats David had known, the slightly ridged bumps just adding an extra layer of stimulation to the already overwrought human boy.

"He's gonna cum soon, Nala," Tama reported, lifting her mouth from where she'd been licking up David's copious precum as it leaked down his shaft. Kuma, of course, was greedily licking up as much as she could straight from David's glans, and so didn't have time to share this important piece of information.

All the other lionesses looked to Nala for their cue on what to do next. While she wasn't the oldest or most experienced of the lionesses there - that position belonged to Sarabi - it was obvious that they all accepted her as their queen, their leader when outside the presence of the Lion King, Simba. Nala grinned over her shoulder at her pridesisters, then lifted a leg, turning herself around on David's face so that she was facing toward his upthrust cock, then bending over to better thrust her toned bottom back into the boy's mouth, forcing him to work his mouth all the more desperately just to get some air whenever he made her jerk away from his tongue with a raw rush of pleasure. Resting her hand around the base of David's penis, not squeezing, but just applying gentle pressure, Nala nudged her cheek against Kuma's, prompting the cum-hungry lioness to move slightly, giving Nala enough room to start taking turns licking the tip of David's glans, each lioness making sure to tease their tonguetips into his seeping meatus.

Taking the hint, immediately the other lionesses joined in the feeding frenzy, Diku and Dwala kissing and then licking their way up both of David's inner thighs, feeling his supple swimmer's muscles tremble beneath their touch, while Sarabi and Sarafina happily began to lap up the sides of David's throbbing shaft, and Tama went back to licking the underside. Naanda looked up, smirking, before she lifted a single finger, and began to gently squeeze it into the human boy's bottom, penetrating him with slow, careful precision.

For a seemingly endless moment, David felt himself caught in a maelstrom of overwhelming sexual pleasure. His young, virgin mind simply wasn't able to process the full extent of what was being done to him. A true virgin, he'd never even masturbated, determined to keep himself as pure as possible. Now, though, with the sweet, musky juices of a gorgeous lioness trickling down his throat and dripping down his chin, while his cock was being attended by seven exceptionally talented mouths, warm, furry bodies pressed in all around him, David could hardly even see straight, his vision blurring with the intensity of sensation pounding straight into his overtaxed brain. Despite everything, however, he fought against the orgasmic pleasure he'd previously known only from the involuntary ejaculations of wet dreams, resisted letting himself be pushed over the edge with every ounce of willpower he could muster. He wouldn't give in! Somehow, he latched onto the notion that if he did allow himself to orgasm, he'd be surrendering himself to the sin of sensuality, that he'd suffer terribly for giving into carnal delights.

Then Naanda's finger found David's prostate, and all of his thoughts immediately vanished, his entire world engulfed in a tidal wave of overwhelming ecstasy.

Spurt after spurt of delicious boycum shooting into the air, landing on upturned faces, sticking to outspread whiskers, the lionesses all moaned and cooed and laughed in delight as David came, his smooth young body growing taut as his back arched upward, his feet pressing firmly against the ground, lifting his hips into the air. Kuma easily opened her mouth, taking David to the roots the moment he thrust his cock upward, closing her eyes as she moaned happily, gulping down tasty mouthfuls of human cream. Then Nala was there, taking her turn, her tongue rasping over the gushing tip of David's penis before she took him into her mouth as well, bobbing her head to coax another tasty load of cum from his balls. Each lioness began to enjoy a shot of cream, passing David's cock around like an especially delicious morsel, Naanda's thrusting finger and still-working tongue in his bottom keeping the boy erect and throbbing long after he should have lost his erection, and his first conscious orgasm ever should have subsided. It would be a moment he would never forget, a memory he would regard with shame and deep fondness, the two emotions mingled together so completely, he'd never really be able to tell which was dominant.

"Good boy," purred Nala, lifting her muscular, rounded rump from David's mouth, letting the poor, overtaxed teen finally start to properly catch his breath. "You did wonderfully well for a virgin." She turned, squatting over his waist, lightly resting the heart-shaped swell of her buns on his toned, flat tummy, her tufted tail draped along one of his thighs. "You are a virgin, aren't you?"

"Y-yes," David got out somehow, the word taking so much effort to say, his eyelids drooping as the afterglow of his orgasm washed over him in relaxing tidal current, his whole body feeling warm and utterly loose. He shuddered a little as Naanda's finger popped out of his bottom, then just let himself go completely limp on the blanket.

Still floating, drifting in that wonderful sensation following the single most intense experience of his young life, David felt the gentle hands of the lionesses on his smooth, naked skin, stroking him, caressing him, tenderly and lovingly rubbing and massaging every last part of his body. He was in their power, their prey, and he didn't resist. Nala's words from before, that this was the natural order of things, sank slowly into his mind, and in his time of total lassitude, of total submission, he somehow felt that what she'd said was right in a way that was deeper and purer than anything he'd considered before. Did God truly frown on what he'd done with these females? Was he truly a sinner? Or was he simply accepting his place in the cycles of life that God Himself had created, had ordained? The thought was somehow more than David could really grasp right then, and he set it aside, at least for now. He would come back to it later, letting his mind wander for now, relaxing, just enjoying so many gently hands touching him...everywhere.

They were bathing him now, using their hands to dip out water, then let it sluice over his slender, youthful body, before they followed the water with their tongues. Of course, using their tongues made sense, since they didn't have any sponges or towels, and they were felines, after all. Despite himself, David couldn't help but squirm at the feeling of so many wonderful, pleasantly rough tongues running all over his naked, sensitive skin, moaning as he began to become aroused again. Still not completely accepting the role these powerful females intended for him, he struggled a little as they lifted him, then turned him over, and cried out as their hands squeezed his buns, spreading his toned, tan tushie as their eager coos and exclamations made his cheeks burn furiously.

"He's so tight!"

"Simba's going to split him in half!"

"Mmm, I wish _I_was a male right now..."

"Look at him clench when I touch him there!

"Oh wow, Simba's gonna have to work to get it into this little cutie."

"Such a good boy...that's it, move your hips, thrust into my hands...good boy..."

"He sounds just like a little girlcub when he moans like that."

"He's certainly as beautiful as a girl...a nice, tight girl."

Fingers squeezed and pinched his nipples, tweaking them until his whole body shuddered, arching like a tensed bow. Tongues, more than one of them, pressed against his anus, warm water dripped over that tensely-muscled hole before it was licked away, getting him squeaky clean. Soon David's entire body was glistening, almost glowing in the light of the gradually setting sun, and he'd given up trying to get free of his captors. Yes, this was his proper place: as prey. Their prey. Caught up in the moment, he almost completely forgot about their intentions to present him as a virgin sacrifice to the Lion King, Simba. Almost forgot that he was going to be used like a female himself.

Then the lionesses were rolling David over once more, taking firm hold of his arms and legs as he sprawled on his back. Looking around, his eyes wide with sudden nervousness, David gasped softly as he saw one of the lionesses - Tama, he thought, judging by her darker, orange-red fur - carrying a spear over. Nala was untying his wrists, and David realized that he had a single moment in which he might escape. Seizing that moment, the human boy started up...only to feel those strong, gentle hands easily holding him down once more. The impression of a chance at escape had been a self-deception: there was to be no escape from the predators that had captured him. He was theirs, and they would show him no mercy.

Struggling despite knowing it was all futile, David's limbs were lifted up, and soon his wrists, followed by his ankles and knees, were bound to the sturdy spear. It was a thrusting spear, rather than one of the lighter ones intended for throwing, and so it was more than able to handle his weight. Whimpering pitifully, David felt so utterly, completely exposed and vulnerable as he was hoisted onto the shoulders of Diku and Dwala, the other lionesses gathering around as they began to march off through the savannah's high grass. This sensation was just made all the more acute whenever one of the lionesses would reach over to give the curved, rounded swell of his bottom a squeeze, or to pinch one of his sensitive nipples, or to rub his cock, making sure it stayed nice and hard through the entire time they were carrying him back to Pride Rock...and his fate. What that fate would be, David didn't have to imagine, because the lionesses all around him seemed to take immense delight in talking about the things Simba had done to other males, like him, who'd fallen into their clutches, and then been dragged before the Lion King to serve his seemingly limitless lusts.

The worst part of it all, of course, was how these lurid tales made David's penis throb almost as much as the near-constant stroking.

For what had to have been at least an hour, David was carried through the sun-dappled savannah, feeling the warmth on his naked body as he was carried along, nothing hidden from view. As much as he could, David kept his eyes closed, trying to shut out everything that was taking place, but he simply couldn't do it for very long: the jostling bounce and sway of the spear to which he was bound tended to make him dizzy not long after he closed his eyes, so for the most part he was forced to stay alert, watching the beautiful, sleek feline bodies all around him. These were primal creatures, unashamed of their bodies, confident and powerful. Despite himself, David couldn't help but make the comparison between these females and himself. It made his cheeks burn with shame, while at the same time it made other parts of him throb.

Then David was looking up, following the eyes of the lionesses. It was obvious they were almost at their destination, for looming large on the horizon, dominating it, was a great spire of red-orange rock thrusting dominantly out of the surrounding grassland. Approaching the spire, David could see many bodies of water around the spire, each of them gleaming blue in the early evening sun, marking this as a place of great fertility in the arid African wilderness, surrounded by herds of all the many ungulates that roamed the savannah, all taking advantage of the near-perfect grazing. From one side of the spire, a long, flat stretch of rock extended outward, forming a natural platform that looked large enough for a good-sized gathering of people. Certainly all of the lionesses around David could fit on it, and more besides. It also acted as an excellent lookout point, from which anyone could easily see for miles around in all directions.

"That's it," said Nala, her face spreading into a bright smile. "Pride Rock. Our home."

As the band of hunters and their prey drew nearer to Pride Rock, David could hear the soft sounds of moaning that he easily identified: they were, after all, almost the same sorts of sounds he'd been making just a short while before. Looking around at the lionesses curiously, David saw their knowing glances at each other, and knew that he was soon to be presented with another scene of debauchery. At least this time he wasn't going to be at the center of it, thought David, not wanting to look as the lionesses entered the flatter, almost grass-free area in the rocky land immediately around Pride Rock, but somehow not able to help himself. Whatever was being done to the lions' latest victim, he simply had to see it for himself.

Stepping onto the sun-dappled flatland closest to Pride Rock, drawing night to the home of the lions, David's eyes widened in shock at what he saw: it was Brie and Rie! The blonde twins were easily as beautiful as David remembered, and perhaps even more, their whole bodies seeming to just glow with the health and vitality of their obvious pregnancies. Both girls were sporting sizable baby bumps, at least as large as Nala's, which were clearly visible, since their smooth, tanned skins were also clearly - and completely - visible, neither of the girls wearing a stitch of clothing as they knelt on reed mats arranged around an upright, square-shaped wooden platform, something like a bedstand without any crossbars.

Bound, upright and spread-eagled, to this square platform was a struggling male hyena, as naked as the twins. As his brown eyes turned to look at the returning lionesses, the helpless hyena whimpered pitifully, though he was unable to make much other noise, since a tough leather ball gag was squeezed into his muzzle, and cinched in place behind his head. Standing before the hyena was a massively-muscled male with a thick, flowing red mane. Despite himself, David's breath caught in his throat: the lion was so absolutely gorgeous, seeing him for the first time felt as though David's heart actually stopped beating for several moments. He was so caught up in his admiration of the beautiful, bestial male that he almost completely missed how Brie and Rie were busily at work, Brie licking up and down the hyena's hard, dark-skinned cock, while Rie held up the hyena's tail, and had her face buried beneath it, her tongue obviously hard at work as she rimmed the helplessly bound male with thoroughly precision.

"I see you've returned," Simba - for who else could it be, David reasoned? - spoke, half-turning to look at the approaching lioness hunting party, his voice just making David's insides melt with its sweetness, as though it were making love to his ears. "Just in time: I caught Banzai here roaming in our territory with some other hyenas. I drove the others off, and brought him back," he turned back to the squirming Banzai, giving the helpless hyena a wickedly toothy smile that almost made the bound male burst into tears. "Didn't you eat his father, Sarafina? I remember something like that happening - father wouldn't let me come out of the cave that day, and I heard a lot of loud noises."

"Yes indeed!" replied the cheerful lioness, happily and confidently walking toward the bondage platform, letting her hips sway with deliberate seductiveness, her tail flicking from side to side as she approached Banzai, who grew still at the approach of the light-furred lioness. "Mufasa brought Banzai's father into camp, all tied up and tossed over his shoulder, with Scar right behind. The two lions had stalked some hyenas, and pounced on the oldest male, as an example." Banzai shivered as Sarafina gently stroked her fingertips through his chestfur. "We tied him up, just like this, and Scar said I could have the first...taste."

This last word was delivered softly, almost lovingly, right next to Banzai's ear, making the doomed male give a choked sob through the gag in his mouth, even as he tried desperately to form words, to plead for his life. And all the while, his penis was fully erect, helplessly so, dripping precum copiously onto Brianna's tongue, while Rianna started to work a finger into Banzai's defenseless tailhole. As soon as that finger slid inside the hyena's tightly-clenching rear passage, his legs trembled, his firm-muscled belly tensing, his head arching back despite himself.

"Scar wanted me pretty bad back then," Sarafina continued to talk. "More than he wanted to be king, I think. And Banzai's father...mmm...," she shuddered, running her hands down her body, stroking them over her breasts and belly, drawing all eyes to her as she teased her clawtips through the short fur of her inner thighs. "He was hot male, for a hyena." Her smile spread wider, showing Banzai her very sharp teeth. "And so I ate him."

Resting her hands now on Banzai's hips, Sarafina stepped in closer, her pert breasts rubbing against his tight-muscled chest before she reached around, squeezing and then spreading his rump all the wider, letting Rie fit a second finger into the hyena, making his cock start to throb, his precum running down its shaft faster than Brie could lick it up.

"Every last bite," she stage-whispered into Banzai's ear. Smoothly, the motion so natural David almost missed it, Sarafina lifted her leg, wrapping it around Banzai's waist, and slid her dripping pink pussy down onto his thick brown-skinned shaft with a long, shuddering moan. Brie only had just enough time to move her head before the lioness took Banzai to the roots, his balls pressed tightly up against Sarafina's bottom.

"Just as good as your father," Sarafina gasped out, before starting to rock herself back and forth, making Banzai's whole body shudder and jerk with her movements, like he was nothing but a puppet on her strings, strings she controlled with pleasure. "Mmm, maybe even better. Move your hips, Banzai...ooh! That's it! Just like that!"

At that moment, Simba had gently touched Rie's shoulder, and the other human girl slid to the side, letting the powerful Lion King step into the momentary gap. It was only a matter of moments before Simba filled that gap, the plump, lightly barbed head of his cock finding poor Banzai's tailhole with ease - helped into place by Brie and Rie's capable hands - and then stretching the squirming, struggling, loudly whimpering male's backside open wide. David watched in fascination, arousal, and horror, the three emotions mingling strangely inside of him, knowing that what Banzai was enduring now, would all-too-soon be his own fate. But the harder Simba began to thrust, the louder Sarafina started to cry out in pleasure, the two mighty lions squeezing Banzai between them, making him into the spotty-furred filling of their sex sandwich with a savage, primal enthusiasm that was so infectious, it made David's cock throb, made him unable to look away, no matter how sinful he knew it was to watch such carnal acts taking place. To look at them was the condone them...and yet David couldn't help himself, no matter how hard he tried.

"Oh yes!" screamed Safarina, her tail hiking high, letting David see the tense pink star of her tailhole as it clenched and winked, and see her juices almost literally gush out onto Banzai's groin, thoroughly soaking his fur, matting it against his muscular thighs. Behind the gyrating hyena, Simba bared his large white fangs, snarling loudly as he slapped his hips against Banzai's backside faster, then faster still. The overworked hyena turned his eyes heavenward, his whole body shuddering as Sarafina leaned in, kissing his cheeks and neck and shoulders, and soon David could see a white fluid trickling down Sarafina's legs, while an even more copious volume almost poured down the backs of Banzai's jacklegs and spotty-furred bottom.

"That's good," growled Simba softly, his tight grip on Banzai's hips loosening, then turning to a tender caress down the smaller male's sides and back. "That's really good...you liked that, huh? Liked getting eaten up, just like your father."

As Simba slid back, his heavy pink penis popping free of Banzai's tailhole, and Sarafina similarly stepped back, breathing hard, her cheeks flushed from her recent orgasms, the helpless hyena captive slumped, just dangling limply against the bonds that held him up. His thick black penis dangled out, glistening and obviously well-used, cum still oozing from its tip, while Simba's cum continued to run from his abused backside in a stream.

Banzai was a thoroughly used up 'yena.

"Poor thing," Sarafina cooed in sympathy, seeing the heavy-lidded expression of near-total exhaustion on Banzai's face, leaning in to nuzzle the smaller male's cheek, then to start licking him. "Maybe we were too rough with him, Simba."

"He'll be all right," chuckled Simba, nodding to Sarabi, who hurried over to join her best friend, the two of them gently cradling Banzai as Simba cut the bonds holding the hyena up, letting him slump into the arms of the two lionesses. "Besides, this should help teach him not to keep trying to eat people. Anyone who can talk is people out here in the Pridelands, and people aren't on the menu. Everyone else accepts this rule...more or less. But these hyenas," Simba shook his head, watching Banzai as the two lionesses dragged him over to a rocky overhang, out of the sun. "They just don't seem willing to give up the savage practice of cannibalism."

"Is it really cannibalism if they're not the same sort of people?" asked Kula, the subject of eating naturally being the slightly chubby lioness' chiefmost concern. "I mean, we hunt and 'eat' lots of things, just like you just did with Banzai - zebras, gazelles, that stupid hornbill Zazu..." she trailed off as the other lions all looked at her. "What? He was noisy, saying stuff like I was eating too much, so I stuck a papaya in his bill, tied him up, and made him cum until he passed out."

"That explains where Zazu has been, at least," Simba said, rolling his eyes. "As for cannibalism, we always let our 'prey' go, and we don't abuse them when they're truly unwilling. You can all sense when prey is ready to be eaten, can't you?" He looked around at the lionesses, and they all returned the gaze, many of them nodding slightly, the solemnity of the act making David shiver. "The death sense, when the end of prey's life has come, when it's ready to be hunted, and taken. It's the same sense we get from the prey we don't kill, the two-legged, talking sort. We can sense when someone wants to be hunted, to be dragged down and...enjoyed," he ended with a toothy grin, and David had to bite back a whimper at the raw lust on the Lion King's face, lust he could feel seeping into himself despite all his efforts to deny it. "Doing otherwise breaks the Circle of Life."

"Maybe the hyenas just go after the sort of people they can sense are prey, just like us," Kula pressed. "Except they just don't know to stop like we do."

Simba frowned thoughtfully at this idea, and reached up to stroke the long man extending beneath his chin.

"You might have a point, Kula," he finally agreed. "Perhaps that could be a vital piece of understanding, which could help me to break the hyenas of their bad habit. After all," he reached down, resting his hands on the shoulders of Brie and Rie as they crawled to his sides, smiling down at them with genuine, deep affection, "if Nala and I hadn't saved my newest mates, those hyenas would have boiled them into stew."

Instead of vocalizing their obvious gratitude and affection for Simba, who David could immediately see the two girls genuinely and very deeply loved, the twins reachd up, taking his hands, and began to pop his fingers, one by one, into their mouths. David couldn't miss how very much their actions looked like the fellatio he'd just gone through all too recently, couldn't miss the way Simba shivered and started to breathe faster in growing excitement and arousal, couldn't help but admire the taut, sleek muscles of the powerful, beautiful lion who was the ruler of this harem, a position obviously rightfully earned by all the laws of nature. Simba was physically perfect, the dominant male in a land and culture that demanded anyone who might lead hold that position by right of might as well as cunning. More than just being fit of body and mind, however, Simba had a nobility about him that David could see in the young lion's eyes: they were old eyes, filled with wisdom gained from having experienced far more in his days than David could even imagine.

Those eyes suddenly turned onto David, and the boy froze, his whole body struck with a sudden paralysis, like the mouse beneath the eagle's shadow. Simba's amber-eyed gaze paused on David for a long, contemplative moment, then shifted up, to Nala.

"For me?"

Nala giggled, then ran to Simba, the lion catching her easily in his arms, the couple kissing deeply, passionately, the action so smooth and so natural, they just looked _right_together, Nala's breasts squeezing against Simba's broad chest, Simba's large, powerful hands leaving Brie and Rie's suckling mouths, reaching down to squeeze Nala's adorable, heart-shaped bottom.

"Probably," Nala finally answered Simba's question as she ended the kiss, then smiled down at the two human girls still on their knees. "It's a friend of yours, Brianna, Rianna. He says his name is David, and he came because your parents asked him to find you."

"David!" exclaimed Brianna, her and her sister's heads turning to look at the dangling boy as they rose to their feet and started toward him, their eyes widening as they saw that he was stripped naked and dangling from a spear like fresh-caught game. "Oh my...you didn't do anything bad to him, did you, Nala?"

"Nothing he didn't enjoy," Nala replied with a feline's typical total lack of guilt. "You can ask him yourself - we didn't harm a hair on his pretty head." Then she smiled toothily, and the twins paused uncertainly. "We brought him back here so dear little David could be properly inducted into the pride."

"Ooh!" exclaimed the two human girls almost simultaneously, before turning to look at Simba, their eyes hopeful. "Please, Simba - please let David join!"

"Hmm," Simba made a show of thinking it over, his expression deliberately indecisive as he walked over to where Diku and Dwala were lowering David's spear onto a pair of Y-shaped poles thrust out of the ground, positioning him so that he was dangling at just about groin level to the mighty Simba. "I'm not at all sure." The human boy couldn't suppress his soft whimper as Simba's massive paw began to stroke down his slim, toned chest and belly. "He's a bit skinny for our typical fare." The hand gripped David's curly hair, tilting his head back while the other hand's fingers caressed his neck. "Such a slender throat, too: I'd probably choke him." Then both of those powerful hands closed on David's smooth, rounded bottom, squeezing it, spreading it apart, and David's voice was drawn out in a desperate cry, precum already dripping copiously from his hard, smooth penis as just one of Simba's thick, meaty digits burrowed its way inside of him. "Obviously a virgin," Simba commented with a soft snort, deliberately making David squirm as he dangled on the pole, completely helpless to escape that probing finger's expert inner manipulations of his prostate and other hidden parts that he'd never known existed before this day. "A very tight virgin, at that. His rump is even tighter than the sweet little dik-dik boy Nala brought me last month, or that adorable gazelle mother brought me three months past. No, I'm not at all sure he'd survive the experience."

"But we could take you," protested Rianna, putting her hands pleadingly on Simba's thigh, before leaning in to kiss the tender inner part, a movement mirrored almost exactly by Brianna on the other side.

"We were virgins, too," Brianna added, half-turning her head to glance shyly at David. "I'm sure David would be a perfect member of your harem."

"He just needs to be prepared," Rianna agreed eagerly. "Just like Nala and you did with us. Please, Simba? Please?"

Feigning an expression of sour reluctance, Simba did his best to make it obvious that he was seriously weighing the arguments made by the twins. It was all a game to them, David realized, shuddering as Simba's finger popped free of his backside. They were toying with him, like cats will do with a captive mouse before, finally, inevitably, they gobble up the doomed little prey creature.

Prey. That's what Nala had called him, wasn't it? In his mind's eye, David could almost see himself as he must appear to these powerful, dominant rulers of the savannah. To their eyes, he was like a babe in the woods, a tender, juicy lost lamb, far from any shepherd or anyone who might interrupt their enjoyment of his young and succulent flesh. Raised in the richer suburbs all his life, coming from an upper-class family, with all his needs attended to, now out in the savage wilderness where the only measure of one's survivability was how well you could adapt to the rigors of the wild. Alone and unguarded, he would surely have been eaten by those crocodiles at the first body of water, if some other four-legged predator didn't get to him first. Or the two-legged hyenas, based on what he'd heard the lions talking about. But no, Nala had found him first. She'd certainly saved his life, hadn't she? Kept him from the crocodiles, bathed him when he was hot and dusty and sweaty from the challenges of the trail, tended to him as though he were a baby.

Yes, David finally admitted to himself, his cheeks burning with the self-realization: he was prey.

"Well..." Simba continued to hedge, drawing out the play for as long as possible, until the twins ended his stalling by leaning over and giving each of his heavy testicles a kiss. "Rrr, how can I resist a request like that? Nala - prepare your prey to become the next member of my harem!"

"Yes, your highness," laughed Nala, using the title with only slight mockery, before she turned and walked toward where David dangled. If anything, the bulge in her belly just made Nala look even sexier when she walked like that, as though the curve of her pregnant tummy just accentuated all her other curves. "Come on, David," she said, grinning widely as she smacked his toned bottom lightly, making David squeak in surprise. "It's time to prepare you for the royal treatment."

Reaching over with one hand, Nala easily severed the ropes binding David to the spear. Instead of dropping to the ground, however, he was almost immediately caught by Diku and Dwaala, who caught his arms, and Naanda and Tama, who took his legs. Kula, of course, just sat on a nearby rock and watched, smiling happily as she got to play voyeur without having to do any work. Struggling feebly, David whimpered piteously, almost like he'd just heard poor Banzai doing, and looked up at Nala, pleading with his eyes for mercy. After all, being ravished by beautiful females was one thing, but being used like a female himself...

"You'll love this," Nala whispered, leaning in close as David was lowered gently to the ground. "I promise. If you thought it was good having all of us making love to you, just wait until you've had Simba."

Suddenly, at a signal too subtle for David to catch, the lionesses released David's supple brown limbs, and he jerked up to a sitting position, then wheeled around to all-fours, to get himself upright once again. He didn't get any further than that, though, for the lionesses had obviously been waiting for him to do exactly that, and in an instant his wrists and ankles were seized, then easily pinned, keeping him in that so very, very embarrassing position. He'd once seen a girl dog in heat roaming his neighborhood, some pet who'd found her need exceeded her caution, driving her to escape her yard. The poor dog had been surrounded by many suitors, and from the way they acted, growing steadily more aggressive and violent toward each other, David had been sure that whatever they'd do to her, she had to have been unwilling. But rather than struggle or resist as she was mounted, again and again and again, that she-dog had held herself steady, accepting each new male to mount and knot with her with animal eagerness, even thrusting back at some of the more skilled males to mount her. Her position then very much resembled David's now in ways that he didn't feel at all comfortable considering.

While Nala moved to circle David, his wide eyes were treated to the sight of Brie and Rie as they prepared the instrument of his anal sacrifice. One of the blonde twins would move so that she took Simba's shaft into her mouth, bobbing up and down as far as she could easily take him, while the other used her tongue and hand to work over the remainder. Every so often, they would switch, their long time spent getting to know every nuance of the other twin making their trading of Simba's cock from one mouth to the other practically seamless, as first they would kiss each other, Simba's cock thrusting between their tight-pressed lips, and then the other twin would catch the plump, bulbous, barbed tip fully in her mouth, and the pattern would start again. They looked so very happy, so utterly without guilt, that David couldn't help but smile for a moment, until he remembered the purpose behind such preparation.

"Such a gorgeous little tushie," cooed Nala, her caress over David's rounded buns bringing him back to his present situation just like her beautiful voice. "It would be a crime against nature not to have the Lion King mount a bottom like yours, David."

"It's a crime against God if he does!" David exclaimed desperately, starting to squirm again as Naanda and Tama each rested a leg on top of his calves, their own hands going eagerly to his wriggling rump, joining Nala's as they squeezed, teased, and handled him with such tender, loving care. Kula, seeing her opportunity, almost immediately crawled over, her plump, tawny bottom thrust high, and ducked her head beneath David's groin, smoothly taking his aching, erect penis to the roots with a soft 'mmm' of pleasure, obviously deeply enjoying her treat.

"Do you really believe that?" asked Nala, lifting herself up, then leaning over David, her rigid pink nipples stroking up the curve of his smooth back, even as she smoothly, easily slid a finger into him, finding his prostate without a moment's hesitation. "Truly?"

David couldn't answer. The words just wouldn't come. The truth was that he really didn't know any more. Before this whole mad journey into the wilderness, he'd known just what his life should be like, and all the questions were so easy to answer. But now...

Now all six of the lionesses were kissing him, licking him, sucking and nibbling on the most sensitive parts of his exposed skin. Eagle-eyed Diku and kitten-faced Dwala ran their raspy tongues over David's nipples, while Naanda and Tama licked the sensitive spot right behind his low-hanging sac, Tama tilting her head more downward, paying special attention to David's dangling balls, even popping them in her mouth to roll them about almost playfully, while Naanda tilted her muzzle more upward, her tongue teasing against and slightly into the tense ring of his anus. Kula, of course, remained busily and happily sucking on David's smooth human penis, obviously loving every moment of the experience. As for Nala, she continued to slowly, lovingly, skillfully work the finger in David's backside back and forth, twisting it from time to time to better stretch him open. All the while she did this, she was also kissing her way down his neck, then his back, toward his upturned tush. Naanda spread David's bottom widely apart with an outward stroking of her hands as Nala pulled her finger from David's perfectly clean bottom, before both lionesses leaned in, one from above and one from beneath, kissing each other at the same time they were kissing David's anus, their tongues working into him at the same time. Cheeks burning, penis throbbing, the human boy couldn't hold back the loud, high-pitched cries of pleasure, his whole world reeling with sensations he'd never even dreamed were possible, let alone experienced.

"Head down," said Diku in her typically stern voice, resting one hand on the back of David's head and pushing it downward, though not so roughly as to hurt him. "Bottom up in presentation to the king. You are now his subject, and will submit yourself to the Lion King appropriately."

Panting like the female dog in heat that he felt like, David looked over his shoulder, his dark eyes widening as he saw Simba approaching, his body like that of some pagan god, his red mane flowing around him like a fiery halo, casually stroking the thick bar of his penis with one hand.

"Just like his father's," sighed Naanda dreamily as she pulled her head back, then slid to one side, her hands stroking down David's leg, caressing the sensitive spot on the back of his leg. Tama, seeing what Naanda did, copied the action, making David's thighs twitch involuntarily with the stimulation to the unexpectedly sensitive area. "You are so very, very lucky, little David."

Unsure if he agreed or not with Naanda's words, David trembled as Nala straddled his lower back, facing toward the approaching Lion King her thighs gripping him like a spirited horse. Flushing furiously, David could feel Nala's slick juices wetting his back as she leaned over, her hands tenderly spreading David's bottom widely apart.

"The newest member of your harem is ready for you, your majesty," she said formally, bowing respectfully as Simba approached. "May he bring you great enjoyment."

Hearing this, David started to squirm desperately, his perfectly smooth, brown-skinned bottom gyrating as he tried desperately to avoid what he could well guess was coming. Of course, he had little idea of just how erotic a show his frantic, futile struggles put on for Simba and the lionesses watching on all sides. Not a single cunny was dry at that moment, not even Brie and Rie's as they followed along on all-fours by Simba's side, like the good, obedient lionesses they were trying so hard to be. Whining, ashamed at how high-pitched and girlish his voice sounded in his own ears, David did all her could to somehow escape the fate the lions had in store for him. Perhaps Brie and Rie would help him! After all, he'd come to save them, hadn't he? Surely they wouldn't leave him to the mercy of these savage, pitiless predators?

"Go ahead," murmured Simba, and David realized how soft-spoken the powerful Lion King actually was most of the time, apparently not seeing the need to raise his voice unless absolutely necessary. What Simba's words meant, however, didn't dawn on David until, quite abruptly, he felt hands on his bottom, while others cupped his dangling sac, forcing him to hold still. Small hands. Smooth hands. Human hands.

It was Brie and Rie!

Sobbing in despair at this final betrayal, David sank forward, moaning loudly as the two teens started to kiss and then to lick and lovingly nibble on the back of his testicles. At a motion from Simba, Kula reluctantly released David's cock, letting its slick surface cool in the open air as Brie and Rie worked their way around to the base of his smooth, rigid shaft, then back, and then up, into the crease of his heart-shaped bum. He didn't even try to hold back his moans, still feeling too defeated by this ultimate betrayal by his friends to begin to muster the effort to control himself, to put up some sort of resistance to the pleasure the twins were bringing him, like it or not. And he did like it. No - he _loved_it! As their small, delicate tongues touched and teased his anus, exploring the wrinkled texture of his as-yet virginal sphincter, David cried out, his hips arching forward despite all his wishes to the contrary, thick spurts of precum hitting the soft, tamped-down grass on which he was kneeling. There was just so much pleasure coursing through David's whole body right then, there was simply no resisting it, no way to escape into himself or find some way to push the pleasure aside. He was trapped, really and truly trapped. And he was loving every moment of it.

"My turn," said Simba in that same soft yet commanding voice, and David shuddered to hear it, finding the powerful male's voice so very, very erotic. It was like sweet honey on his ears. A moment later, however, as Brie and Rie slid to the sides, all the better to watch the action up close, David's eyes widened, realization of what Simba's words actually meant coming crashing into his pleasure-dazed brain.

"Please!" he got out desperately, starting to squirm once more, only to have the gyrations of his bottom brought to a complete halt as Simba's massive, powerful paws closed on his rounded, soft-skinned bum, making him sob in total defeat and arousal as the thick, strong fingers sank easily into his toned, supple flesh. "Brie, Rie, I came to save you!"

"What do you think, my dears?" Simba asked, glancing at the twins on either side, making David whine loudly as he began to stroke his heavy, meaty length of immense lioncock through the crease of the boy's bottom, leaving a trail of potent precum right between the girlish dimples of David's lower back. "Should I just let poor little David go? Or," and David could feel the fanged smile of the Lion King as he spoke, the pointed tip of his penis dipping down, prodding David's anus, "should I make him a part of my harem?"

Thick drops of precum were leaking onto David's tense, fleshy ring, further lubricating it besides the extensive preparations he'd already had done by every female there. Desperate now, praying somehow that, against all odds and expectations, perhaps he'd still be spared, David looked back at the twins, trying with all his might to catch their eyes. The two beautiful blondes weren't paying any attention to David's face, though, and didn't even seem to notice his efforts to get their attentions. Instead, their eyes were eagerly glued to where Simba's penis was firmly squeezed against David's backdoor, already starting to make David whimper as he felt the conical tip going in, nice and slow, just barely starting to enter him through the sheer pressure of Simba's shaft against him, without the Lion King having to even thrust his hips.

"We want David to join us, Simba," said Brianna after the twins shared a glance to confirm what each had already decided independently.

"He's our best friend!" agreed Rianna, nodding eagerly.

And so David's fate was sealed.

"Ooooh!" moaned David, his mouth forming an almost perfect "o" as his eyes grew similarly wide and round, feeling Simba starting to push forward in earnest now, moving his hips in just a few fingerspans, then pulling back, each time a little less than the time before. "Please, I - ah! - I can't...you can't...it can't - nyaaaah! - Please, please, please, ple-ah...Ah! Aaaaah! AIIIIEEEEEEYYYAAAAH!"

As the extra-tight human boy squealed loudly, Simba's cock popped past David's anal ring, popping the boy's anal cherry in the same instant. Grinning down at the extra-tight anus he'd just deflowered, stroking his rough-calloused paws all over the perfectly rounded, heart-shaped buns, Simba admired how thoroughly David's rear passage was stretched around the Lion King's proud and powerful red cock, layers of rubbery barbs bending as they were pressed by layers into David's mightily-resisting bottom. It was quite obvious that the boy's bum was never intended to take any sort of object of quite the magnitude of Simba's royal scepter. He'd been right in his assessment of David: he really was tighter than a dikdik. Of course, Simba had been wrong on another point: David certainly could take him, and probably all the way to the roots. There was only one way to find that out for sure. Simba was quite sure the discovery wouldn't come without a lot of squealing, though.

"What a good boy," growled Simba into the extra-tight human boy's ear, to ensure his words could be heard over the boy's own loud cries and wails as Simba continued the very long, very narrow journey forward, the muscles all over his body standing out, veins becoming clearly visible as he fought against David's tightness. "Nice and tight...that's it, clench down, that makes it feel even better for me. And for you...that's it...that's it...just a little more..."

Of course this last was a lie: there was a lot more to go before Simba's balls met David's. Not that this bothered Simba in the least, though it did mean he'd have to work very hard indeed to keep from cumming before he'd hilted his newest harem boy. Mmm, and all the noises this adorable little cutie were making were just so much of a turn on! Grinning like a savage, Simba deliberately ground his hips, making his penis gyrate inside of David's body, stimulating places the little human hottie had probably never even imagined could exist. Simba was pretty sure he was right, because as soon as he did, David's cries rose a good octave, his entire smooth swimmer's body going taut and trembling, sweat beading on his glowing brown skin. Heh, the boy was going to cum pretty soon, Simba could tell, if he didn't back off a little. Resting a bit, Simba did just that, not using any of the many tricks he knew to bring another male to orgasm in seconds, but simply applying a slow, steady pressure. He wanted this to last, at least until he'd gotten all of his shaft into the boy.

Feeling gentle hands on his rump, one of them lifting his tail, Simba's attention wavered for a moment as he glanced back. There was Nala, who smiled up at him, while Brie and Rie added their own hands to the chief lioness' as they spread Simba's magnificent bottom. Brie smiled happily up at Simba, before she thrust her face beneath his raised tail, her tongue extending to start work on his own tensed tailhole. Rie joined her sister a moment later, the girls French-kissing each other while letting their tongues work into Simba's delicate parts, while Nala began to lash her tongue lovingly over the sensitive spots between tailhole and sac, thoroughly working over Simba's perineal region until he was ready to roar!

Roar is what Simba did, his belly tightening, rump clenched firmly, before his hips surged forward, plowing his mighty royal cock home into David's bottom, making the boy's buns bounce at the loud, meaty slap of flesh-on-flesh. That was all it took: instantly David's sweet, high-pitched voice was raised as he started to squirt. Roaring again, Simba stopped holding back, just letting all his savage instincts loose as he started pumping his cock forward and back, pistoning it in and out of David's visibly clenching bottom, setting a brutal pace for the untried teen. David's whole world was spinning totally out of control as his ears were filled with the sounds of the Lion King's triumphant roars at fully claiming another member of his harem, and the loud, slick slapping of flesh on flesh as Simba's balls made David's sac bounce, his hips against David's upturned brown-skinned backside making the boy's bottom bounce in similar fashion. It was too much! There was no possible way David could take any more!

David was wrong. He had only a moment to realize that he was about to go through so very, very much more, before Simba's powerful paws hooked beneath his thighs, easily lifting the brown-skinned boy into the air, his heart-shaped buns now thrusting down to the point where they were split apart by Simba's mighty prick. If anything, the speed of Simba's thrusting hips just picked up even faster in this new position, until David could feel his penis slapping against his trim, flat tummy at a machinegun pace, still squirting cum. Had he even stopped cumming yet, or was this another orgasm? His mind terribly uncertain right then, David couldn't be sure, couldn't even begin to guess.

Vaguely, David was aware of the other lionesses all around them, some crying out in humanlike voices, others roaring like the animals they most resembled. Sleek, beautiful, tawny bodies writhed and rubbed against each other as the lionesses enjoyed their own impromptu orgy, the passion of the Lion King, his three pregnant mates, and his newest harem slave fueling their own to a fever heat. Naanda was sitting on top of Kula's muzzle, while the plump lioness was on her back, her legs kicking on either side of Dwala's head as she was being eaten out, Dwala's expression one of childish delight at the taste of the other lioness, while Tama squeezed and spread her slim, toned buns, working her tongue into the older lioness' pussy, even as she scissored with Diku, their juices leaking copiously down their splayed thighs. On the other end of the daisychain, Sarafina was kneeling in front of Naanda, the two lionesses kissing heatedly as they squeezed and mauled each others' breasts with their hands, while Sarabi crouched beneath Sarafina's pumping hips, a smooth-polished ebony strap-on around her waist, its other end working into her own clenching cunny as she claimed Sarafina like a male.

The Circle of Life, David mused in his dazed state, before he felt more than heard Simba roar again, the power of it resonating through his entire body. Just moments later, Simba's thrusting picked up its pace, and David couldn't hold back his own wild cry as he came, and Simba came, both of them cumming together almost simultaneously. What had to be gallons of thick, hot, copious lioncum battered against David's prostate, and he was only vaguely aware of Rie and Brie kissing and licking his smooth inner thighs, while Nala suckled eagerly on his spurting penis, happily passing it between her two human pridemates, sharing David as though he were some sort of sexual plaything.

'I guess that's what I am, though,' David admitted to himself. 'I was made to be prey, wasn't I? Made...to be the willing slave of the Lion King.'

Admitting to himself that he was willing, that all this time he'd been lying to himself, denying his proper place in this Circle of Life the lions had mentioned because of the fear of stepping into the dark and the unknown, suddenly David felt his entire body and mind and soul just relax. His upbringing had demanded that he submit to a near-constant sense of guilt and shame, to submit himself to the constant burden of knowing that he was a creature conceived in sin, and would die just as he was conceived. Now, however, a new thought awakened in his mind: that perhaps...perhaps God intended him to be happy, intended him to be loved. Such an idea had never once occurred to David in all his tender years. It had certainly never been preached over the pulpit. As the idea sank into his heart, however, David couldn't deny how right it felt, how _right_everything that had happened to him had felt. He belonged here! He belonged...as the willing harem boy of the Lion King.

As soon as he felt this realization sink into his deepest parts, David found himself kissing Simba, or perhaps Simba was kissing him, he didn't know, and didn't think it mattered. The gorgeous male was a _very_good kisser, and David trembled as he leaned back against Simba's broad, velvet-furred chest, letting himself bask in the wonderful afterglow of his multiple orgasms, and the sensation of being so very, very full of rigid, powerful lioncock. For just a moment he came up for air, breaking the kiss, only to meet Nala's lips next, closing his eyes as he accepted her body pressing against his own. Brianna was next, then Rianna, the twins sharing his kisses just like they'd learned to share everything else.

Yes, David realized: _this_was why he'd been sent here. It wasn't to save Brie and Rie. They didn't need saving! They were already safe and happy and home, perhaps in ways they never had back in the United States with their bigoted, absentee parents. And now...now, so was David.

Lifting his arms, David wrapped them around Simba's neck, closing his eyes as he felt the thick, surprisingly soft fur of the powerful lion's mane. Tilting his head up, he sought out Simba's lips with his own, moaning softly as he let himself be overwhelmed by the beauty of that moment, of the sheer, pure, sweet pleasure. This moment was better than the sex before it. The sex was wonderful, and no mistaking it! But to be allowed to just hang here, suspended and safe, held tight in this mighty male's arms, while the gentle hands of the females of the Pride stroked his skin, warming him, letting him feel their love for him as well...this was Heaven, brought to Earth.

In a daze from the pleasure of his first sexual experience with another male, coupled with the sexual experiences he'd so recently had with females, David didn't resist as Simba slowly lifted him, though he did whimper when he felt that wonderful penis leave his clenching little rump.

"Good boy," growled Simba in that wonderfully sex voice of his. "You know you could have told me to stop at any time, don't you? And I would have stopped."

"Yes," admitted David, and it was true: from the moment Nala had asked him if he truly believed he was committing a crime against God, he'd known as surely as he could feel Simba's heartbeat right then, his cheek against the larger, stronger, dominant male's chest, that the lions wouldn't force him to do anything. It was a deep feeling, instinctive, as instinctive as when the lion knows which prey to pursue on the hunt, and when the zebra knows that its time has come to feed the bodies of the predators that hunt it.

"Do you accept me as your king?" asked Simba. "And do you accept your place in my Pride?"

"Yes...your majesty," David said, cuddling up close against Simba as the Lion King cradled the slender, beautiful human boy against his chest.

"Nala," Simba addressed his mate, the queen of the Pridelands, the one he'd chosen to bear his heirs, along with Brie and Rie, giving them great honor in the choice. "Have Zazu send the word out to all the Pridelands: I have chosen another human as my mate. Since he is an outlander, from the lands far across the sea, his new place in the Pride must be recognized by all my subjects, so that there is no confusion or misunderstanding. Just before the rains come, tell them to gather for the grand ceremony of life. Then, not only will we usher in the life-giving rainy season, we will also fully accept our newest love into our Pride, officially, for all the world to see."

*

It had been about a month since David had first come to Africa. He'd arrived near the end of the dry season, in late February, and now it was the start of April. He'd written letters, and lots of them, to so very many people. There had been the work of establishing his dual citizenship, since he hadn't really wanted to say a permanent farewell to the United States, and of course the letter to inform his parents of his life choice. He'd couched his letter in diplomatic words, of course, and it seemed to have worked, because his parents hadn't disowned him, and in fact seemed quite accepting of the fact that he was engaged to African royalty. They probably wouldn't have been so accepting if they'd discovered he was being joined to another male, but his parents didn't seem to have any problems at all with him being with one of the animal people, especially not one with of such prestige. Finally, he'd written a letter to Brie and Rie's parents, explaining the situation to them as completely as he dared, without putting in the more explicit details, of course. They'd responded with annoyance, but since David had convinced the twins to send letters along with his own, it seemed that they were finally starting to accept the way things now were. After all, the lovely girls, officially his new pridemates as of later that day, were able to wrap their parents around their fingers in ways David knew he'd never be able to accomplish.

David couldn't hold back a smile as he thought of Brianna and Rianna. They'd been so kind to him, and so very gentle in helping him adjust to his new place among the lions of Pride Rock. The Pridelanders were good people, and they'd taken to David almost immediately, but for all their love and concern for him, they were just different enough from humans that they couldn't quite relate. Actually, David strongly suspected a good part of that lack of understanding came because of a difference in culture - suburban America might as well be the dark side of the moon when compared to the Pridelands - but the end result was the same: David needed a guide. Lucky for him (though David chose to believe it was divine providence, rather than luck), he had two.

There was so much to share! Brie and Rie had really only started to get a handle on everything in their new home, to truly understand the place and its people. For David, though, this was more than enough, because it gave him an opportunity to learn right alongside these more experienced students. And the lessons themselves were hardly without rewards. Smiling a little more widely, David thought back to just yesterday. With the celebration of the coming rainy season underway, Simba had been far too busy to attend to the needs of his harem, and that had included not only David, but Brie and Rie as well. For them, this was quite a serious matter, since they'd hit that point in their respective pregnancies where their hormones were starting to go more than a little bit crazy, leaving them (and Nala) almost constantly horny. While David had several younger siblings, and he'd helped to raise them all, he'd never heard his mother say anything about her "cravings." Not that David was terribly surprised, his parents never willing to talk much about sexual matters, but all the same, it would have been nice to get some advance warning.

Yesterday, the attention of each other and the lionesses just hadn't been enough for the two blonde human girls. What they'd needed, and needed now, was cock, and lots of it! David, being the only cock available at the time, was brought into service. Not that he minded one bit: having two eager and _very_hot teenage human girls begging him to service them while wiggling their perfect, pink bottoms almost right in his face was definitely not what he'd call an unpleasant experience. With all the anal sex David had been enjoying up to that point, both giving as well as receiving (since he wasn't allowed to get the lionesses pregnant, a right reserved only for the Lion King, those who were at dangerous times in their cycles commonly had him tend to their needs in other ways), he'd very quickly gotten both girls moaning happily as he put his tongue to work on their bottoms, his hands kneading their trim tushies, spreading their cheeks apart as he got them very slick and wet and ready for him. And, when at last he squeezed his penis into Brianna - her first since she was slightly older - and then into Rianna, alternating between the twins every few thrusts, his fingers working the cunny of the other sister when he was shafting one, they started to orgasm almost immediately. Simba and the lionesses had trained the girls' ripe young bodies well, teaching them how to get the most possible enjoyment out of sex, and within minutes the cave in Pride Rock where David serviced the two needy teens was filled with their sweet voices, mingled with David's own high-pitched moans and cries of swiftly-rising pleasure, pleasure that all-too-soon reached its own crescendo, white semen spraying over both girls' perfectly-rounded bottoms as they continued to lift them toward him in presentation.

The festivities surrounding the rainy season, which had taken so much of Simba's time planning, were...well, they were certainly an event. The event was slightly more pagan than David really felt completely comfortable with, but all the same, it was obviously a lot of fun for the participants. There, around the great waterhole below the overhang of Pride Rock, the numerous animal people of the Pridelands had gathered, and for the first time in many years, even the hyenas came, apparently their queen willing to make peace after her mate, Banzai had been sent back with good words and a belly full of lioncum. Around the waterhole, now almost empty thanks to the dry season's rigors, all the tribes that now paid Simba homage as the Lion King cast aside their clothes along with their differences, and joined together in a vast orgy.

Peeking outside the cave where he'd been sequestered, David swallowed, his face flushing deeply at the sights that met his wide eyes. A smooth-skinned hippo matron was being claimed by a host of gazelle bachelor bucks, five of their long, slender shafts being needed to fill each of her quite sizable holes at a minimum, leading to her being surrounded by an entire band of randy bachelors. An older but still very powerful Cape buffalo bull, his face and body sporting numerous tribal markings and ritual scars to set him apart as a mighty warrior, much like a human general would wear medals and ribbons, was busily servicing a set of cheetah triplets, two sisters and one brother, who were obviously quite enthusiastically enjoying themselves. The hyenas had insinuated themselves near the center of the orgy taking place, and were finding pairings with elend, zebras, and wildebeests, not seeming to care at all with whom they coupled, so long as they got to be on top. Over to one side, a rhino cow was presenting her armored rump to an especially enthusiastic mated pair of leopards, the male a sleek black panther, the female golden furred and beautiful with her many rosettes; as the she-rhino lay on her back, they were making even that stolid female gasp loudly (a gasp that David could see even if he wasn't close enough to hear), her grey-skinned nipples arching upward, perked and fully erect as the pair lifted their lashing tails high, their muzzles feasting on the trembling rhino's orgasmic juices.

At the base of Pride Rock, near the trail that led up its ascent, Simba was seated on a wooden throne decorated with peacock and ostrich feathers - the purely animal kind, of course, not wanting to cause offense to any members of the animal people of those sorts who might be in attendance. Near the throne lay a small pile of softly-moaning and completely naked teenage boys and girls from the many tribes in attendance, all of them leaking the seemingly endlessly virile Lion King's seed from tailholes or cunnies or, very frequently and when available, both. These were the "virgin sacrifices" offered up to Simba by each tribe, fresh-faced youths and maidens provided to him as a show of loyalty from each of his subjects. Naturally, in preparation for this monumental feat of epic sexuality, Simba had gone a full week with total abstinence, even denying himself the relief of masturbation, while partaking of regular aphrodisiacs in his food and drink, and ensuring that he received plenty of food the night before, and plenty of water that morning.

Presently, Simba was lovingly caressing a young elephant girl's breasts and dark, erect nipples, while she was seated on his lap, rolling his erection between her splayed thighs. During the month he'd been in the savannah, David had to admit: elephants had the most consistently perfect breasts of all the other animal people. They were large, certainly, but only because they were proportionate with the rest of an elephant's body, artistically so. Had David been a painter, he felt that the breasts of elephants in the various stages of their very long lives would have made a fine subject.

Not far off, the Pridelander lionesses were almost as busy as their king. The mothers of Simba and Nala, Sarabi and Sarafina, were busily taming the mother of the elephant girl on Simba's lap with their tongues, while not far off, the elephant grandmother, matron and leader of her tribe, masturbated with her trunk, though not too strenuously - after all, she'd been claimed twice already during the general orgy, once by a hippo, and once by an especially well-endowed zebra.

Speaking of zebras, a smooth and beautiful zebra colt was trembling as five of the six other lionesses gathered around him, their gentle hands caressing his young, naked body, with one or more of them sometimes leaning in to lick or kiss or nibble on his sensitive, short-furred form. The colt was the next one intended to ride Simba's shaft, and since Simba was easily large enough to satisfy even a well-stretched hippopotamus (albeit with more than a little foreplay to make sure she was properly satisfied), and the zebra was a fresh and very tight virgin, he was understandably nervous. Frankly, David could sympathize, having felt Simba's shaft inside himself many times since his arrival at Pride Rock. But the lionesses were as skilled as they were gentle, and before long the young zebra ceased trembling, his smooth black penis sliding free of its sheath, and gradually starting to grow erect until the consistent, gentle efforts of the lionesses around him. When one of them, and David was pretty sure it was Naanda, parted the boy's buns and began to work her tongue into him, the slow growth of the colt's cock rapidly turned to a very speedy growth to full, dripping erection. Yes, he'd be just fine when it came to be his turn.

Speaking of turns, Nala came up behind David and reached down, squeezing his taut, smooth bottom in both her hands, then grinning as he looked back at her, before giving his bottom a light smack, making the heart-shaped double globes bounce.

"It'll be time soon," she assured David, before giving a glance partway down the ascent to Pride Rock's overhang, where Brianna and Rianna were rubbing Shenzi's penislike clitoris between their swollen, pregnant tummies while Ed and Banzai claimed the twins anally with surprising gentleness. "But we have a little time, I believe. That zebra is the last of the virgin sacrifices. Then," she leaned in, kissing David's neck as her milk-swollen breasts squeezed against his back, "it'll be your turn."

David turned in Nala's light grip around his waist, then lifted his hands, squeezing her breasts between them. She was taller than him, so this was quite easy, all things considered, and after only a few moments of twiddling her nipples beneath his thumbs, then slowly twisting them between his fingers, Nala gave a loud yet almost kittenish mewl as a light trickle of milk leaked from her dark pink teats. She'd started leaking a rather thin sort of milk just a few weeks ago, and it didn't take much to make it flow.

"They're very sensitive now," she said with a childish pout. "Simba made me cum yesterday just by playing with them, when I wouldn't leave him alone, and he was still on his sex fast." She rested a head on the back of David's head, drawing him nearer to her bosoms. "Go ahead, David: it'll make them feel better."

Not needing to be told twice, David happily engulfed Nala's breast with his mouth, looking up into her beautiful, pleasure-radiant face as he suckled deeply, tasting her sweet, light milk on his tongue. It was sort of like skimmed milk with sugar added, and David had to admit that he was jealous of Simba for being allowed to taste it as often as he was. Brie and Rie, on the other hand, hadn't started producing milk at all yet, though Sarabi said that this wasn't unusual at all: some girls didn't produce milk until quite late in their pregnancies, and the three females, human and lion, were only in their fourth month. Shifting nipples, David continued to squeeze and palpate Nala's other breast, making her_gasp_ and then to moan as he lifted her breast, then caressed the heavily swollen nipple from which he'd just been drinking, closing his eyes as he drank deeply from the other nipple as well, feeling her milk leaking down his hand.

Shuddering, giving a soft cry, Nala gently pushed David away, panting hard, her cheeks heavily flushed.

"I didn't last long at all that time," she admitted with a sheepish grin. "I can't even imagine what they'll be like when I'm ready to give birth. I'll probably end up cumming every time I try to put a halter on."

"Don't bother, then," David suggested with a teasing grin. "I'm sure Simba won't mind. I know I won't."

"Silly," laughed Nala, before taking him in her arms, hugging him. "I'm so glad you've decided to join the Pride, David. Simba's wonderful, of course, but sometimes it's just nice to have a male that I can really talk to, without letting the whole Lion King weight of responsibility weigh on me. But speaking of joining the Pride, I've got something for you," she smiled coyly as she stepped away from David, then turned, bending down far more than was necessary, and with straight legs, all the better to present her quite naked pink parts to the wide-eyed human boy, while she rummaged around in a small sack near the back of the cave. "Ah, here it is: just what you need to get ready for Simba."

Unable to help himself, David gulped slightly. While he'd certainly had larger objects squeezed inside of him thus far, that had been Simba's penis, and a penis was made of flesh, and could squeeze a little. This, however, was a solid wooden dildo, carved of smooth, lacquered ebony. This seemed to be the wood of choice for most of the lionesses' sex toys, since plastic wasn't that common yet out in the Pridelands, which hadn't been allowed to modernize much thanks to international laws imposed by more prejudiced nations. Of course, the Pridelanders expected the international community would come around soon enough once they realized that the Lion King controlled some of the largest deposits of numerous vital natural resources to be found on the planet.

One hand going to David's hip, turning him around, Nala kissed her way down the boy's back, and then dipped her muzzle between his cheeks. Bending over, resting his hands on a waist-high rock, David was breathing hard and fast as he felt the slightly bulbous tip of that ebony shaft teasing against his rosebud, only to be replaced once more by Nala's busily-working tongue, slicking up his clenching anus before the dildo returned, nudging gently against his quivering rear passage.

The process continued, phase by phase, for what felt like several minutes. Nala wasn't taking any chances here, obviously, not wanting to damage David before the big ceremony about to take place. But finally, inevitably, the preparations ended, and David felt her pressing the dildo into him with steadily increasing force and pressure. It was going in this time, of that he was absolutely certain, and David did all he could to somehow relax himself, to not put up any resistance. This wasn't easy for him, though, for he had an instinctive reaction that he'd yet to beat: the moment the head of a penis entered him, even a false penis like the dildo, he clamped down. Hard. Simba had certainly never complained, since it meant he had a consistently extra-tight ride every time he mounted David. It did mean, however, that Nala had to work to get that thick black shaft into the human boy's bottom. Luckily, she was more than game for the task.

Half-crawling over the rock, bending himself over even more in the process, David moaned loudly, his legs trembling like those of a filly in heat as Nala started to pump the dildo, taking up a rapid, steady pace in a matter of moments. She knew what David liked, had helped her loving mate prepare David for this same pace many dozens of times during the month of his stay, when Simba had vented his considerable capacity for lovemaking on David's tender body. Now David's bottom was thrust up, its heart shape clearly visible, his taut buns depressing every time Nala's hand slapped against it as she continuously worked the hard wooden shaft. One hand slipped beneath David, then, followed soon after by Nala herself as she lifted the human boy, sliding herself smoothly beneath him, then moaning loudly as she guided his throbbing erection into her dripping, clenching cunny.

"Don't hold back, David," Nala whispered in his ear, her legs wrapping around him, pulling him in, her paws reaching down to grasp his bottom, squeezing it tightly, one hand grabbing hold of the dildo once more, keeping it pumping at the same vigorous pace. "The faster you cum the first time, the harder you'll cum the second, after twice the length of lovemaking. And...mmm!...I want to feel your cum dripping inside me, gooey and thick, for the whole ceremony."

Not like David had any choice! With a high-pitched wail, he came, his seed splashing against Nala's inner walls, making her whimper in his ear as she bit her lower lip, trembling beneath him. Breathing hard, David rested there for several long moments, Nala's hand stroking his back gently, her other still resting on the shaft of the dildo, slowly twisting it around, not stimulating David too much, but not letting him get completely soft either, her inner walls continuing to grip and stroke his hard shaft. The way she was manipulating him, it'd take only the least little effort to get him rock solid again.

Of course, that was the point.

"It's time," said Nala, pushing David to his feet, letting him pop out of her, popping the dildo free in the same smooth motion. "Time for you to be formally made a part of the Pride."

Still aching from the sudden void in his bottom, his penis feeling the chill of being outside a warm, wet, willing female, David let Nala help him stay on his still-shaky feet. After a moment to gain his balance properly, orienting himself, the human boy then allowed Nala to lead him out of the cave by the hand, and then lift that hand high as they stood near the base of Pride Rock. A great cheer rose up from the gathered beings at the sight of the newcomer who would join with the Pridelanders, and there was a scattering of applause. Among those who clapped was Simba himself, who stood by the bank of the waterhole, Brianna and Rianna kneeling at his feet, both of them busily working their mouths beneath his lashing tufted tail, while his proud, powerful penis stood straight out from his hips, still glistening from its defloration of what looked, to David, to have been at least forty virgins.

Seeing Simba, David smiled broadly, and turned to kiss Nala on the cheek before he released her hand and hurried over to the Lion King as fast as he could while still retaining some semblance of decorum for the ceremony. As he approached, David noticed the slender zebra boy lying, sleeping, on his side, not far from the small pile of thoroughly deflowered, and even more thoroughly sated formed virgins, cum leaking copiously from his wide-stretched tailhole. It was plainly evident that Simba had proved his virility, and with it, his right to continue ruling the Pridelands as the Lion King. It wasn't a "civilized" way of proving one's health, certainly, but for someone who so resembled a lion, and among a people so much like animals in so many ways, it made perfect sense, especially in the harsh land of the African veldt. Perhaps Simba would request fewer virgin sacrifices as time progressed and his presently nearly limitless potency gradually faded, but that wouldn't be for many, many decades yet, and even when it did come, there were far more attributes necessary for a Lion King to be great than simply his sexual prowess. By that time, the other peoples of the veldt would see that as well, and accept Simba's requests out of deference. After all, a good king was hard to find, especially in such a harsh land as theirs.

As soon as David was in reach, Simba caught the boy in his large, powerful hands, and pulled him close, embracing the human's smooth body tightly against his own soft-furred, strong-muscled one, before he turned to face the onlooking crowd, David by his side.

"Today," the Lion King began, "we celebrate the coming of the rains, and the return of life to our land for another year. At the same time, my Pride accepts a new member into its fold: David Cruz, come from distant America to become one with my people, and yours. Treat him as you would any member of my Pride, and you will be given equal courtesy in return."

An eager hush fell over the crowd, a sense of anticipation filling the air as David stepped into the water next to Simba, the gentle ripples coming up to almost their knees as they walked forward, all the better to be in the very middle of the great circle of gathered tribescreatures. Then, before them all, Simba bent forward, resting his hands on his knees as he bent his legs as well, almost kneeling.

"The elephant matron already prepared me, David," Simba growled softly over his shoulder, giving a toss of his head in open invitation as his tufted tail flicked to the side. "Go ahead, and don't hold back."

Not needing to be told twice, the brown-skinned boy took firm hold of Simba's bottom, his dark eyes wide with awe as he caressed and explored that perfect, majestic rump. So muscular, so firm, so rounded in all the right ways, and so very different from the bottoms of the females in the Pride...and from David's own, if he was honest with himself. This was the rump of a true male, a dominant ruler used to claiming others, to leaving them utterly spent beneath him before he moved to the next of his subjects. To be allowed the honor of fitting himself inside Simba, the Lion King...it left David speechless.

Bending himself, David didn't simply mount the other male, feeling that to do so would somehow be sacrilegious, and certainly disrespectful. Gripping Simba's tail, David lifted it, his eyes half-closed as he thrust his tongue forward, working it against the beautiful lion's perfect, pink tailhole. He was tight, all right, as David almost immediately discovered. Of course this made perfect sense: aside from some anal play with his lionesses, Simba seldom if ever was the one being mounted. That was his job, under most circumstances. Now, however, he wanted to show to everyone in the entire Pridelands and beyond how much he trusted and loved David. Trusted and loved the boy enough to offer himself in that most intimate, most vulnerable of fashions.

Lifting his head from where he'd been rimming Simba panting hard now, his eyes heavy-lidded from the work David had put into making him feel good, David rose, then leaned over Simba's muscular, sculpted body, planting a soft kiss just below the powerful lion's mane. Continuing his kisses down Simba's sleek back, David finally planted a single, last kiss at the very base of the larger, dominant male's tail, his fingers digging into the firm, supple flesh of the Lion King. Breathing hard, so turned-on right then he couldn't even think clearly, his vision almost swimming with arousal, David looked down at the small, gentle pink hands that were wrapped around his penis, while others stroked and caressed his taut, boyish rump. It was Brianna and Rianna, guiding him into place, setting the very tip of his uncircumcised penis at the gate of Simba's presented tailhole.

His breath catching as he watched his penis part Simba's tight pink pucker, then penetrate it, sliding smoothly inside, David moaned loudly, a moan shared by Simba, and also mirrored by many of the surrounding onlookers as the passion of the moment reached them. Unable to hold himself back, the pleasure too great as Simba's rectum squeezed down so very tightly around his shaft, David started to work his hips, thrusting forward and back, his balls slapping against the back of Simba's much larger sac, making it bounce. Simba's cock was bouncing as well, dripping copious precum, and the mighty Lion King eagerly thrust back into each of David's thrusts, his voice coming in deep, throaty grunts of building passion.

It was Brie and Rie who took Simba's cock between their mouths, arching their breasts upward to make a soft, yielding cushion for him to thrust through, while their lips and tongues teased and caressed the tip and as much of the shaft as they could reach. At the same time, Nala came up behind David, making him cry out loudly as she easily parted his toned buns, her tongue getting busily to work on his clenching anus.

"Do it," growled Simba through clenched teeth. "Harder, David - faster! I can take it!"

His voice rising in a high, girlish wail of ecstasy, David did as Simba asked, not holding back any more as the smaller male started to pound Simba's bottom until it bounced, his hips slapping loudly against the Lion King's toned, hard-muscled buns at a feverish pace. Then, at the moment Nala's tongue plucked over David's prostate, Simba's tailhole clenched down on David's cock, clamping it firmly in place. With an overwhelming_ROAR_ of pent-up passions suddenly released, his anticipation for this moment finally achieving its ultimate expression, Simba came, David only moments behind, his own cry of passion drowned out in the mighty Lion King's roar. Near the shore of the shallow waterhole, the lionesses all roared as well, and Nala lifted her head from rimming David to add her voice to theirs.

With that triumphant roar, Simba sent a powerful jet of cum arching out over the waterhole as he straightened up, pressing back into David, his roar engulfing everything with its powerful vibrations, which felt as though they were shaking David to the roots of his being. All he could do was wrap his arms around Simba's chest from behind, and hold on for dear life, his hips spasmodically twitching along with his cock as Simba's beautiful bottom milked him for every last drop of his cum. All around, the air was filled with the triumphant cries of every creature there, all joining together to share their joy at the moment of ultimate joining.

Soon even the sound of Simba's mighty roar was blotted out, as another, more powerful sound split the air, silencing all others. Almost like magic, the clouds rolled in, churning mightily over the land, and then the skies were rent asunder by a bolt of blue lightning, followed moments later by the CRACK! of thunder.

And then the rains came.

Letting David's softening penis slide free of his body, Simba turned and embraced the beautiful human boy who he'd allowed to claim him in the most intimate of ways. He kissed the boy deeply, then smiled down into his sweet face.

"Welcome to the Pride, David," Simba said in his gentle voice. And then Brie, Rie, and Nala were all there, splashing through the water to wrap their arms around both him and Simba, their tears of joy quickly lost in the downpour of the lifegiving rain.