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The Pridelander Ranch
Simba walked confidently by all his bowing subjects. Lionesses, giraffes, mandrills, gazelles, zebras, elephants, wildebeest as well as many other species all lowered their heads in respect as the muscular young lion walked passed them. While he padded over the dusty Savannah terrain, Simba cast a glance behind at the other, slightly larger male lion that was following him dutifully. His father, and previous king of the Pridelands, Mufasa. The older feline met his son’s gaze and they both offered the other a smile.
After deciding he was getting on a bit in years and thinking that the pride was in need of some new blood, Mufasa abdicated his throne to Simba. He knew his son was more than capable of taking his place. He was strong and wise and, like him, stubborn but also respectful. They were all traits of a great leader. Simba had proven himself in the past. He had even stopped a takeover attempt by his uncle Scar. And so far he had kept the peace between all members of the Savannah. (Well, apart from those trouble making Outsiders, but they’ve always been another story.) In the end, Mufasa had no qualms about Simba being the new lion king of the Pridelands.
The elder lion followed his son as he was led around to the back of Priderock and away from the eyes of their subjects. Mufasa felt a shiver run through his body causing his golden fur to bristle. Was he excited about his coming fate? The big cat smirked to himself as he watched their destination drawing closer and closer. Located behind Priderock there was a very special area. It was grazing field, lush with grass that was surrounded by a high fence. Simba padded up to a gate in the fence. It had a locking mechanism which was designed to be easily undone by the lion’s paws.
Once the gate was unlocked, Simba pulled it open with his mouth and then waited for his father to enter. After a little pause, Mufasa slowly made his way inside. Suddenly he was a little anxious. Or perhaps it was still excitement? The older lion couldn’t be sure. It was slightly overwhelming. After Mufasa trundled in, Simba followed him, closing the gate behind them both. The two lions then padded deeper into the grazing field. The feeling of soft grass beneath their paws was quite a pleasant sensation.
It was known as the Pridelander Ranch and besides Simba and Mufasa, there were about twelve lions ambling about. Although, truth be told, there was very little activity from the big cats. Most of them were lying down sunning themselves or were asleep, others were standing motionless and some had their heads lowered leisurely eating the grass. Simba and Mufasa glanced at each one of the docile lions as they made their way toward to the centre of the small ranch.
All the lions were male. They were former betas, challengers or rogues that had wandered into the Pridelands looking to cause trouble. On the outside they looked like any other lion expect for one important difference. Between the hind legs of every feline in the ranch hung a big, fat udder that swung heavily as they foggily padded about. Their genitals had been long ago been replaced with a pink, fleshy, milk filled bag. This was done to make sure none of these males would ever challenge the royal bloodline. So far it had worked.
They were no longer lions but lion-cows. They were docile and submissive, milk producing, mooing livestock used for the pride’s benefit. Their rich and delicious milk was used to feed the pride. The many cubs sired by the king, the hard working lionesses, Simba’s court and the lion king himself all partook. It was their purpose. Their part in the great circle of life.
When Simba and Mufasa reached the centre of the Pridelander Ranch, they both stopped. The younger lion turned and faced his father. All around them, the lion-cows seemed uninterested at their presence. They ignored the two royal lions, that is, except for one. There was a young lion-cow with a small tuft of brown fur on the top of his head for his mane. He immediately perked up and watched Simba and Mufasa with great interest.
The reigning king of the Pridelands stood tall and confident, looking down at his father. Instinctively the elder lion lowered his body and his gaze. Another shiver ran through his body, making his fur stand on end. Was the submissive demeanour he was adopting actually exciting him? As king, Mufasa always had to maintain an air of dominance and power but that was no longer the case. Perhaps it was an exciting idea to just finally let it all go and fully submit.
“Are you ready, father?” Simba said.
Mufasa gingerly looked up to meet the gaze of his son. Simba was very handsome in this position, looming above him. So strong and take charge. Mufasa felt his breathing rate start to deepen and his member stiffened. He nodded and then slowly began to turn until his beefy rump faced the younger male.
Simba tried to hold it back but a noticeable red hue quickly appeared beneath the golden fur of his cheeks as his father raised his slender tail. There he stood before him, the previous king, the great Mufasa, the front half of his body lowered and his ass up high, his cock erect, showing off his pink, puckered tailhole. He was presenting himself like a lioness in heat. A surge of heat coursed through Simba’s muscular body. He felt his balls tighten and his own barbed member begin to emerge from his sheath.
“I am ready, my son. I am no longer king. Now it is you who sits atop the throne and who must take on the many responsibilities,” Mufasa finally said. His usual deep voice was that bit deeper thanks to his mounting arousal. He soon started to wiggle his hips. His hard cock swinging and raised tail swaying gently from side to side as he tried to entice the younger feline. “You must take me, Simba! Take me now and help me assume my new place in the great circle of life so that you may take yours!”
“Oh, father.” Simba didn’t mean it but his heated words came out as a moan.
The lion king was soon padding forward, his amber eyes fixed solely on Mufasa’s plump, twitching tailhole. Under him, his impressive cock was already fully hard and dribbling thick precum. It slapped against his underbelly with every step he took. Simba grunted when he hopped up and mounted his father. Mufasa moaned under him as the younger lion pressed against him, humping his ass gently, grinding his length between his buttcheeks. His son’s weight bearing down on him made his own member let out an excited gush of musky pre.
“Y-Yes, Simba,” Mufasa gasped, “Take me. Make me your obedient little cow.”
“It will be my pleasure,” Simba growled dominatingly above him, rutting hard into the elder lion. He leaned in and wrapped his front legs tightly around Mufasa’s side, holding him while he pressed his stomach against his shivering back. His hips were bucking, rubbing his precum leaking cock over his father’s furrow. When the barbed tip of his length made contact with Mufasa’s puckered flesh, Simba hissed through gritted teeth as he began to press in firmly.
“Oh! By the P-Past Kings!” Mufasa groaned. “Such a big boy …” His claws unsheathed and tore at the soft earth while Simba entered him. The older lion’s hole was pried open and then stretched wide around his son’s advancing cock. Simba held Mufasa tight as he impaled him on his thick piece of meat. He remained steady, slowly sinking into his father’s heated depths until at last he bottomed out. His twitching set of cum heavy balls pressed up against those of the elder lion.
After giving Mufasa a breather to adjust to his size, Simba started to pull back. His member slid free, his barbs tugging slightly on the other male’s sensitive inner walls. Mufasa groaned, his own cock spasming at the arousing sensations. When only Simba’s tip remained inside his elder, stretching his throbbing ring, he thrust forcefully back inside. The air was forced from Mufasa’s lungs as his son filled him once more. Simba repeated this again and again until he was royally reaming the past king’s tailhole.
The current king fucked his father furiously. Mufasa groaned, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as Simba pounded his tailhole without mercy. The dull thuds of fur smacking against fur echoed through the Pridelander Ranch. Some of the lion-cows raised their heads and took notice of the feverous mating pair. However, their interest proved to be short lived and they soon looked away again, bar one.
It was the very same lion-cow that had been watching Simba and Mufasa since the beginning. He stared at their heated session, licking his lips, his milk laden udder quaking beneath him. The potent scent of the father and son fuck fest was hanging heavily in the air. It made the voyeuristic lion-cow leak milk from his teats like it was pre from a rock hard cock.
Simba suddenly snarled, gritting his teeth as he plunged deep into his father. His balls shuddered. The royal load they contained was aching for release. He bucked his hips, powerfully humping Mufasa’s well-worked ass. While he did that, the younger nibbled at the tip of father’s ear the same way he had seen some of Mufasa’s partners do in the past. He never knew that Simba was watching him all those times. Immediately the elder feline starting purring wantonly at the attention. He melted. His passageway began to eagerly milk his son’s pistoning cock.
“I’m gonna cum, father,” Simba murred into Mufasa’s ear between nips and nibbles. His husky words sent a strong shiver up the older lion’s back. He felt it. “My seed is ready.”
“D-Do it, son,” Mufasa panted, his voice ragged and broken. The deep confident tone he usually had was long gone, replaced by that of a needy, horny lioness. “Breed me! Fill up my daddy hole with your seed, son! Make me into your cow!”
Simba’s breathing faltered. “Oh! Oh f-fuck!” he groaned, throwing his head back. “I’m g-gonna … I’m cumming. I’m cumming, father!”
The young lion let out a dominating roar as he bottomed out inside Mufasa. His balls tightened, his barbs bristled and then he came, firing off a hot, thick stream of cum deep into his father. The older lion could barely catch his breath as he felt his son’s seed fill him with its exquisite heat. It flooded his bowels and then its electrifying warmth spread out even further. His brain became hazy and then an almost unbearable pressure started to build between his legs.
Mufasa huffed, trying to collect himself but failed. He chewed on his bottom lip while his cock spasmed, dribbling precum continuously. The mounting pressure was inside his balls and shaft. It was growing, causing a dull but uncomfortable ache. And the more seed Simba spilled inside him, the worse the pressure got. Mufasa spread his hind legs as far as they would go, his claws digging into the earth. Suddenly the pressure erupted. It was so quick and severe that it made the lion’s ear ring.
Immediately afterwards, Mufasa’s cock and balls started to swell. He was trembling violently, with Simba still on top and buried inside of him. The light yellow fur covering the elder feline’s testacies quickly receded as they merged with his bloating cock. They formed a large fleshy swell which grew and grew like a balloon filling with water. A bright pink hue spread over the bloated growth. It hung heavily down from between Mufasa’s hind legs. He suddenly took in air as several hot spots formed on the underside of his swollen bag. There were four to be exact. A whimper passed the lion’s lips as they grew hotter and hotter until at last a raised nub popped out from each of them.
Mufasa groaned gruffly as the nubs lengthened and thickened outwards, forming four meaty teats. It was a rush. And once they had fully developed, the lion’s brand new addition was finally complete. Mufasa was now sporting a big, fat, milk filled udder, just like the rest of the lion-cows. This was the former king’s retirement. His new role in the pride, one which he freely accepted. His place in the circle of life. The newly created lion-cow shuddered as he grew accustomed to the feeling of his milk heavy udder hanging from his body. It was going to take some getting used to.
Mufasa was panting, feeling thoroughly exhausted. Sweat clung to his fur as he tried to catch his breath. Above him, Simba was much the same way. Eventually the younger lion got down off his transformed father. His flaccid cock was pulled free of the lion-cow’s cummy tailhole when he did so. As it slipped back into his sheath, Simba walked around Mufasa admiring his work.
With the act of breeding his father and turning him into a submissive lion-cow, Simba had cemented his status as king and alpha and head of the pride. A thrill of satisfaction coursed through his body. It was good to be king. The feeling made the lion smirk. He then noticed that Mufasa’s udder was swollen. Simba ducked in closer to find that all of his father’s teats were dribbling milk.
“Poor old cow,” Simba said, pressing a paw against the swollen curve of the lion-cow’s udder. Mufasa shivered at the contact, a quiet moan escaping his lips. “You must have been carrying a big load with you beforehand. Now you’re heavy with milk. Not to worry.” The young lion smiled warmly, pulling away from Mufasa. “I’ll send some lionesses to give you your first milking.” Simba padded up in front of his father. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He raised a paw and lovingly stroked the lion-cow’s cheek.
Mufasa nuzzled into his son’s touch. He couldn’t really focus on anything. His head felt like it was full of warm wool. So full and yet so light. All he knew for sure was that Simba’s paw felt good and he was in desperate need of a milking. So he nodded. Simba smiled. “Alright. I’ll see you later, father,” he said, “Enjoy your retirement.” And with that Simba turned and padded away, leaving Mufasa behind. A new addition to the Pridelander Ranch.
Once the king had left, the young lion-cow that had been watching them walked over to Mufasa. His own milk laden udder swayed from side to side beneath him as he did so. It was nowhere near as swollen as Mufasa’s since he had just been milked this morning. He stood in front of the new lion-cow who was still quite dazed. Mufasa hadn’t even noticed him. So the young lion-cow mooed loudly to get his attention. As well as an udder and a submissive and docile disposition, the transformation also removed their ability to speak. Lion-cows could still communicate to one another but to anyone else it just sounded like mindless mooing.
“Greetings, your majesty,” the lion-cow said with a bow. “Welcome to the herd.”
Mufasa narrowed his eyes and tried to think. Your majesty? That can’t be right. He wasn’t the king. He never was. What a strange thing to say.
Mufasa slowly raised his head and stared at the other lion-cow. He looked somewhat familiar to him but it was hard to pin his thoughts down. His transformation had really done a number on his mind. But then, after a few minutes, the fragmented memories appeared out from the haze. His name was Kopa, an adolescent lion that had wandered into the Pridelands many years ago when Mufasa was still reigning. (Although, he couldn’t really remember what he was reigning.) Kopa wasn’t of royal lineage or a challenger to the throne or even a threat but he quickly proved to be a bit too promiscuous for Mufasa’s liking. He was constantly found with males and females alike of many different species.
“I remember you,” Mufasa said slowly, his mind still hazy. Every word that passed his lips came out as a deep moo.
“Yep. You’re the one who put me in here, and made me like this,” Kopa chuckled, padding up to him. “You gave me a hard breeding to put me in my place. I very much enjoyed it.” He grinned, flicking his mane tuft out of his eyes. “And don’t worry,” he continued, nudging his body playfully against the older lion-cow. “You get used to the fog brain.” He then licked up the side of Mufasa’s muzzle. “C’mon, I’ll do you a kindness and show you the ropes.”
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Surprisingly, Mufasa found himself adapting to his new role quite readily. With Kopa helping his transition, the older lion-cow slipped into the routine easily enough. Every day like clockwork a group of lionesses would arrive at the Pridelander Ranch for daily milking. Mufasa really enjoyed his new role in that regard. The majority of the lionesses used their paws, tugging on the lion-cows’ teats. Mufasa’s teats worked just as his cock had once done. The lionesses pleasured him and then collected his udder’s creamy discharge into wooden buckets Rafiki and the other mandrills had fashioned to take back to Priderock.
However, a few of the more naughty lionesses used their mouths to milk the lion-cows instead. Mufasa really liked when that happened although it was quite rare. So to compensate, sometimes he and Kopa milked one another this way and since it all went back towards their own production not a drop was wasted. Mufasa really liked being milked. It made him happy and brought him a lot of pleasure. Kopa felt the same way. They both revelled in having their milk bloated udders worked over and their teats tugged on. Their role in the pride was very welcomed.
Mufasa’s foggy mind eventually became natural like Kopa had said it would. It didn’t really matter anyway because all he really cared about was eating, sleeping and getting milked. With his transformation into a lion-cow, Mufasa’s mindset had shifted. It was a welcome change from worrying about every problem in the Pridelands and trying to keep on top of everything. His mental shift was probably one of the reasons he found himself readily accepting his new role. Maybe? Mufasa didn’t really dwell on things as much as he once did so he didn’t really care. It was easier and it made him happier to just focus on the things he liked and the basics. He didn’t need anything else. He was a happy cow.
One thing that really made him happy, besides milking, was when the lion king visited the Pridelander Ranch. On the first of every month, Simba arrived and mounted each of the lion-cows in turn. This was a necessity as his royal seed kept their transformation intact and, as well as that, it kept the herd docile. It was strenuous work but the young lion always took it in his stride and saw it through. After all, it was part of his duties as king and was one of the more enjoyable ones. Simba always left Kopa and his father for last.
He took his time with them, making their sessions last. Kopa would moo and moan as Simba worked over both his holes. First he’d breed his wet cunny and then pound his tailhole. Being a male-herm, Kopa provided the king with double the pleasure. Then once he had seeded both Kopa’s holes and made the lion-cow squirt a load of milk from his shuddering udder, Simba set his sights on Mufasa.
Given his diminished mental state, the older lion-cow couldn’t exactly remember that Simba was his son. Sometimes Kopa would joke about him being the former king and Mufasa wouldn’t get it. He saw Simba as their true and only king and alpha, someone to submit to and revel in any attention he gave. But Mufasa knew deep down that he was special in some way and that was why the king saved him until last. He knew he was the king’s favourite.
Their mating sessions were so intense, so passionate. Simba always made him squirt a heavy load of milk. He would nibble on Mufasa’s ear and set off fireworks inside him as he pounded his needy tailhole. Kopa would watch them too which only added to Mufasa’s naughty pleasure. The younger lion-cow would hug the duel loads Simba had pumped inside him and rub at his udder while Simba furiously fucked his mooing father. The first of the month was always something to look forward to.
Time passed quite quickly in the Pridelands. Simba ruled efficiently and fairly with all the wisdom and strength of his father before him. His kingdom prospered under him and peace reigned. Meanwhile, Mufasa found his own peace. He took great pleasure in his simple existence with Kopa never too far away from him.
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One day, a couple of years after Mufasa had become a part of the herd, an envoy of the Outsiders came alone to Priderock under a white flag. Apparently, this Kovu was the leader of the Outsiders and wanted to make peace with Simba and the Pridelanders.
The king of the Pridelands was wary to say the least but also intrigued. The prospect of unification and peace was enough to make Simba lower his guard, even if it was just a little. That and Kovu was quite easy on the eyes. Both Simba and his daughter Kiara seemed to be smitten by the young, bad boy of a lion. So the ruler of the Pridelands decided to give Kovu the benefit of the doubt.
Simba took him under his wing and showed him his kingdom. Kovu was very interested and hung on the older lion’s every word. At the end of their tour, Simba was bringing Kovu back to Priderock when he noticed the fenced in area behind it. Being a cat, Kovu’s natural curiosity got the better of him and asked Simba about it. A grin quickly spread over the lion king’s face. He glanced around before licking his lips and leaning in close to Kovu.
“I’ll show you,” Simba rumbled. “It’s our little secret. The pride’s way of keeping betas and would be challengers to the throne in check.”
Kovu’s curiosity was officially peaked as he followed the older lion over toward the fence. He waited patiently as Simba undid the lock to the gate and then pulled it open.
“Kovu,” Simba said with a smirk, “Welcome to the Pridelander Ranch.” He gestured for the younger feline to go inside which Kovu quickly did. He padded in as Simba followed him, closing the gate behind them. Kovu glanced around, immediately noticing the many male lions trundling about. His eyes then widened and his mouth dropped open when he saw that every one of them had a plump pink udder hanging from between their hind legs.
“S-Simba? Wha..?” Kovu stammered. “W-What is this?”
Simba slinked up to the other male, knocking against him playfully. “Like I said, this is the pride’s way of dealing with betas and challengers,” the lion king said, grinning from ear to ear. “My royal seed turns them into submissive lion-cows whose milk feeds the pride. A bit unconventional I’ll admit but it has worked for generations.”
Kovu was speechless. The gears in his mind turned, trying to make sense of it all as he watched the so called lion-cows amble about. They were very docile. They had hardly acknowledged their presence. Suddenly Kovu turned to Simba. “The seed of the king does this?” he quizzed, “Anyone of the royal line can cause this … this transformation?”
Simba nodded. “Yes. You just mount them, breed them and then they grow those beautiful milk filled udders,” the lion said, his tone getting deeper. “Though you have to breed them each once a month afterwards to keep them like this. A duty I very much enjoy.”
Simba then winked at Kovu as he circled him, brushing off him with his tail. The younger lion could already smell his arousal. He cast an eye down and found that Simba was already sporting a thick erection. A grin quickly spread over Kovu’s face as he caught the other male’s eye. “Could you…” he flushed red beneath his brown fur as he spoke. “Could you show me a … demonstration?”
Simba stared at Kovu for several seconds before his eyes lit up. “I know just the pair of lion-cows for the job,” he said giddily. Simba then led Kovu over to a far corner of the ranch. Mufasa and Kopa were lying down, half asleep. However, when they caught the familiar heady scent of their king’s arousal, they were both quickly on their feet.
“How are my two favourite little heifers?” Simba rumbled as he padded up to the two lion-cows. He rubbed off against them, covering them in his musk. Mufasa and Kopa eagerly rubbed back, moaning softly, their udders shuddering in pleasure beneath them. Kovu watched with great interest a few feet as the king of the Pridelands then started to tease the two lion-cows’ fleshy bags. He palmed and kneaded the bloated swells, pressing his paws into the groaning flesh. Simba then shot Kovu a smile before he leaned in and quickly captured one of Kopa’s teats between his lips.
The young lion-cow mooed lustfully as the lion king began to suckle greedily. His warm creamy milk started to flow and filled up Simba’s mouth. He let his cheeks balloon with the tasty white fluid before swallowing deeply, savouring the delicious flavour. Simba then pulled back and turned his attention to his father. Mufasa was soon moaning and mooing loudly while Simba nursed on one of his milk squirting teats. After he had drunk his fill, the ruler of the Pridelands pulled away with a content sigh. He licked his lips, cleaning up any lingering trace of the lion-cows’ milk as he padded behind Kopa.
Kovu started to feel very warm beneath his fur as he watched Simba mount the younger of the pair of lion-cows. His thick, rock hard cock quickly found its mark. Kopa groaned gruffly as the barbed tip of the king’s member breached his tailhole and slid in deep. His hot cunt gushed slick and his udder shivered, his teats leaking a steady stream of milk. Simba moaned deeply, gritting his teeth as he sank in deeper and deeper into Kopa’s tight, throbbing depths. He bottomed out in no time and then began to buck his hips, sliding in and out. The lion quickly built up a steady and powerful rhythm. He was soon pounding Kopa’s asshole hard.
“That’s a good lil’ cow,” Simba snarled over the sound of his feverous thrusting and Kopa’s shrill moans. He held onto the lion-cow tightly with his front legs, rutting into him with all the finesse of a jackhammer. Soon his balls began to tingle. Simba bit the back of Kopa’s neck, grabbing him by the scruff as he mercilessly stuffed his needy tailhole.
It wasn’t long before the dam burst. Simba’s face scrunched up as he growled into Kopa’s sweaty fur. With one final buck of his muscular hips, the lion king buried himself up to the hilt inside the slutty male-herm of a lion-cow and then came. Kopa gasped as he felt spines of Simba’s cock spread out and then the heat of his sizable load filling him. It was enough to push him over the edge. His pussy convulsed and sprayed its hot fluids while his teats each erupted with an excited torrent of milk.
When Simba’s orgasm subsided he pulled free of Kopa’s abused hole. He cock was still hard though as he padded around the grassy terrain trying to shake off the last of his orgasmic high. Kopa lay down before his legs gave out from under him. The king had really done a number on him. He was exhausted. Meanwhile, Kovu was watching Simba pacing back and forth. When he at last returned to earth, the older lion looked at his younger with a dirty grin. Kovu quickly returned the gesture.
“What about that one?” he said nodding toward Mufasa. “Is that moo cow in need of a royal breeding too?”
“Fuck yeah he needs one!” Simba panted, a tad drunk on lust and still a little wiped out from his mating session with Kopa. However, that didn’t stop him as he quickly padded over and mounting his father.
A powerful shiver ran up Mufasa’s spine as he felt the familiar sensation of his son’s weight bearing down on him. He immediately arched his back, pressing against Simba while he feverously thrust his hips, his cock searching for the older lion-cow’s tailhole. Mufasa remained motionless in anticipation, only his udder was quaking below him. When Simba finally hit his mark, he slammed in roughly and buried himself fully in his father’s warm depths. Mufasa threw his head back and mooed loudly, his four teats gushing with white.
“You always feel so good,” Simba rumbled into the lion-cow’s ear as he began to rut into him. “Oh, by the past kings. I’ve got such a sweet little cow cunt on my paws here. Just aching for a breeding, just like always.”
At this stage, Simba had started to nibble on Mufasa’s ear, causing that particular erogenous zone to light up. The older lion-cow moaned and grunted, pleasure overwhelming his trembling frame. Simba held him firmly, possessively, pressing his body against his as his hips became a golden blur. The Pridelands king pounded Mufasa’s hole furiously, bringing the slutty lion-cow to two milky orgasms before he finally reached his climax.
“Kings above! Oh, fuck! Oh! F-Father!” Simba roared, releasing the other male’s ear as his hard working balls were drawn up against his body. Deep inside Mufasa his barbs bristled, scratching the lion-cow’s well-used inner walls. With several more deep guttural grunts and growls, Simba came for the second time. His father’s passageway clenched tightly around his erupting cock, hungrily milking it for every drop of his seed, just like it always did. By the time Simba’s orgasm finished, he had drained his balls fully into Mufasa.
The king hopped down from the dazed, cream filled lion-cow, his spent cock slipping free of his cum leaking hole. Simba’s legs felt like jelly. He stumbled back toward Kovu feeling exhausted and out of it. His pair of favourite cows had really done a number on him. When he stood before Kovu, Simba raised his head and offered him a tired but smug smile. His eyes were half lidded and he felt like he just wanted to collapse.
“Past kings above,” Simba muttered, “After that, I’m ready for a nice long sleep back at Priderock.” He flashed his fangs in a toothy smile at Kovu. “Care to join me?”
Kovu smiled back. Although, it wasn’t a dirty one like Simba’s. It wasn’t a warm or friendly or even a polite one. It was wicked one. It half reminded Simba of how his uncle Scar would smile before he was banished. With that one thought, the lion king suddenly noticed a resemblance that he hadn’t before because he was focussing too much on how handsome Kovu was. He looked an awful lot like his uncle, far too much for it to be a coincidence.
However, before Simba could question the younger lion about it, Kovu lunged at him. The king of the Pridelands was too exhausted from his mating sessions to put up any real fight. Just as Kovu had planned it. The brown furred feline was soon on top of Simba, pinning him firmly down on the ground. Kovu started to laugh triumphantly while he held his quarry down in the dirt.
“Y’know, the plan was for me to kill you and take over your kingdom. That’s what my mother wanted me to do,” Kovu chuckled as the older lion squirmed beneath him. It was quite an enjoyable sensation. Kovu had started grinding his rock hard cock into Simba’s rump as he struggled. He had grown fully erect while watching Simba breed Kopa and Mufasa. “I suppose I still could. Kill you, I mean. You wouldn’t be able to stop me.” Kovu paused and Simba went still. “But you showed me this ranch and your little herd and that gave me a better idea …”
A groan erupted from Simba’s wet lips as Kovu pressed his heated piece of lion meat against his unguarded tailhole. The younger feline leant in and whispered in the king’s ear while he teased his twitching pink pucker. “I’m gonna make you my cow, Simba,” Kovu murred, nuzzling into the other male’s crimson mane, inhaling his musky scent. “I’m going to turn you just like you did all these submissive little heifers. Then while you’re here mooing, being milked and being used as a dirty breeding vessel, I’m going to rule the Pridelands as its new king!”
“You can’t!” Simba gasped, trying to raise himself up. But Kovu easily forced the weary lion back down, pressing his hips forward and breaching his captive’s tight anal ring with the tip of his meaty cock. “F-Fuck!”
“Why not? Because I’m not of the royal line?” Kovu sneered, grinning evilly from ear to ear. “Well, let me tell you something, cousin.” Simba’s glossy eyes bulged. “When your uncle was banished from the Pridelands for his attempt to kill your father, he then found his way into the Outlands. And it was there where he met my mother Zira.” A heated groan fell from Simba’s lips as Kovu thrust forward and slowly fed the trapped lion inch after inch of his cock. “I am the son of Scar so I AM part of the royal line. Which means when I breed your hot, tight little tailhole, you’re gonna become part of the fucking herd!”
With one last forceful plunge, Kovu’s hefty balls pressed up flush against Simba’s smaller set as he impaled the lion king on his full length. Simba cried out, barely able to catch his breath as the younger feline’s thick meat stretched out his convulsing passageway.
“Big!” he wheezed. “S-So big!”
Kovu wrapped his front legs around Simba like a vice grip, panting into his ear. The younger lion grunted, gritting his teeth as his cock was held tight by the other male’s warm, wet insides. It was a rush. Within Simba his member spasmed, his barbs shuddering in excitement. His tip twitched and let out a surge of thick precum, smearing the king’s pulsating inner walls.
Kovu’s hips were quivering, instinctively bucking forward and humping the older lion. With a ragged growl, he slowly pulled back, scraping his spiny member across the ruler of the Pridelands’ passageway, forcefully tugging it free of his hole’s tight embrace. Simba bit down on his bottom lip so hard he drew blood. He grunted and moaned and every so often tried to push Kovu off him. However, it was no use. He had no strength left in him and the younger lion was just too strong. Kovu held him firmly as he pulled his cock out so only his tip remained inside Simba, stretching and teasing his throbbing anal ring. He was only getting started.
As a dominating roar left his maw, Kovu pushed forward and slammed himself into Simba right down to the root. The king squealed loudly, his back arching, his toes splaying, claws ripping at the soil. Above him, a powerful shiver ran through Kovu’s body. The sheer sense of power he had over the other male was intoxicating. Just wait until he was king and he had supreme power. With that pleasing thought bouncing around in his head, Kovu started to thrust in and out, quickly building up a merciless rhythm.
Simba was rapidly reduced to a moaning wreck as Kovu furiously fucked him. Mufasa and Kopa watched the heated scene unfold, not sure what to do. They knew their king and alpha was in trouble but since he was being bred then he wasn’t really their king and alpha. The two lion-cows moved their gaze from a whimpering, groaning Simba up to Kovu. Their udders shuddered and their teats dribbled milk responsively. Mufasa and Kopa licked their lips, mooing softly as their submissive minds quickly established that Kovu was really their true king and alpha. The two aroused lion-cows shivered. They suddenly couldn’t wait until they received the same treatment as Simba was getting.
Kovu grunted, his hips working overtime while he reamed Simba’s hole. He could soon feel a pressure building up in his shuddering balls. The alpha lion leaned in and then grabbed Simba by the scruff of his neck. Simba, his submissive instincts suddenly showing themselves, pressed back and cocked his head, allowing Kovu better access. His mind was feeling hazy. All the fight was gone out of him. Even Kovu’s precum was potent stuff and from the amount of it he had pumped into the older lion during their feverous mating session was enough to start Simba’s transformation into a docile cow.
Kovu started to snarl and grunt, firmly thrusting his hips and making every plunge forceful and deep. He was close. So very close. With one last mighty thrust he bottomed out inside Simba and came. His balls were drawn up, his barbs bristled and his buried cock spasmed. He roared into the other male’s fur as he spilt his hot, thick load inside of him. Simba moaned breathlessly. He could feel Kovu’s cum within him, surging deeper and deeper. Its intense heat radiated outwards, spreading throughout his whole body before finally concentrating between his legs.
Suddenly Kovu released the hold he had on the other lion’s neck. He leaned in, until his muzzle was right by Simba’s ear. “Long live the king,” he whispered in a deep and lusty tone.
Simba shifted under Kovu as he suddenly felt a pressure building inside his cock and balls. It grew and grew until at last something gave. The fallen king groaned out pathetically while his shaft and testicles all swelled. He couldn’t stop it now. Simba bit his lip, his eyes scrunching shut. The light yellow fur covering his balls faded as they merged together with his bloating cock, rapidly forming a large fleshy growth beneath him. Kovu was still on top of him, holding him down as he drained every last drop of his virile seed into his new conquest. So nobody could see the transformation but Simba could sure feel it.
He could feel his newly developed balloon like growth shudder and quake while it filled with fluid. Simba’s breath hitched in the back of his throat when felt four points of excruciating heat appear on the underside of his bloated flesh bag. Four small bulges appeared at the hot spots before growing out, gaining length and girth and then formed into teats.
When Kovu had drained the contents of his balls into Simba, he yanked his spent cock free and jumped off him with a big smug smile stretched across his muzzle. He paced around the field for a bit, shaking off the last lingering traces of his intense orgasm.
Kovu noticed Mufasa and Kopa. He smiled at them, giving them a wink before padding over and whispering in their ears. “You’ll both quickly grow accustomed to having my load inside you too,” he said, getting an excited moo from both lion-cows. That only made Kovu’s smile grow wider. He then turned his attention back to Simba who was still lying in the grass and panting lightly.
Kovu swaggered over. “Stand up,” he commanded, his voice firm and commanding.
Without a second thought, Simba rose onto shaky legs. The big, fat, milk filled udder hanging between his hind legs was revealed. There were already white drops dripping from his four throbbing teats. Simba turned slowly to face his alpha, his eyes dull and docile. His lips parted and a deep moo came out. The sight made Kovu chuckle. The great Simba, ruler of the Pridelands had been well and truly dethroned. He padded over to the latest addition to the herd and immediately grabbed one of the lion-cow’s teats. Simba moaned as Kovu tugged roughly.
“Who’s the king’s pretty little cow?” Kovu cooed, tightening his grip and making Simba gush milk. He mooed heatedly. “That’s right. You are.”
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With Simba transformed into a docile lion-cow, Kovu and the Outlanders quickly took over the Pridelands. With Kovu as king, the legitimate king, no one really made any fuss about the takeover. No one dare as he ruled with an iron paw. Although Kovu turned out to be just as fair and wise a ruler as Simba he didn’t take shit from anyone and could be quite brutal at times. The Pridelands fell completely under his rule with little resistance and Kovu even managed to do what neither Mufasa or Simba could. He united the Pridelands and the Outlands.
Kovu fell into his role as king with general ease. He was young, strong, cunning and manipulative. He really was Scar’s son. The kingdom had never before been run with such efficiency and might. Among Kovu’s many duties, his favourite one had to be visiting the Pridelander Ranch and breeding the tailholes off his three prized lion-cows. Kovu enjoyed it so much that the necessity of previous kings visiting the ranch once a month became twice a week for him. And because of his frequent visits and some Outlander genetics, Kovu quickly discovered that he had unlocked a hidden trait.
Simba started showing signs first. His belly had started to grow in size. Initially, Kovu thought he that the greedy cow was just putting on weight but then Mufasa and Kopa both started to fill out too. They stomachs ballooned out and all had an unmistakable roundness to them. Not only that, their milk production had rapidly doubled. They udders were constantly and uncomfortably swollen with milk. The three of them had to be milked twice if not three times a day. After a quick visit from Rafiki all the suspicions were confirmed and it was made official. Simba, Mufasa and Kopa were all pregnant with Kovu’s cubs.
After hearing the news, the king of the Pridelands and the Outlands decided to celebrate. And to him the best way to do that was to fuck his three knocked up lion-cows. He took Simba first. Once he mounted him, he rubbed and caressed his bloated belly as he pounded his tailhole aggressively. Kovu could feel his cubs kick and squirm around inside Simba’s taut flesh before he unloaded and filled the pregnant lion-cow’s needy passageway with a copious amount of cum.
Mufasa was next and he moaned and mooed so loudly as his king and alpha fucked him. His heavy tummy swayed in tune with Kovu’s thrusting. It hung from his frame, gurgling and groaning as the litter he carried jostled around. Mufasa was brought to a toe curling, milky orgasm all from having his ass reamed by the young lion. His udder quaked, his teats spasming as they all spewed thick jets of white. While Mufasa rode out his high, his muscles clenched. They tightened around Kovu, hugging and milking him. He was quickly brought to a second roaring climax.
Last but not least was Kopa. Kovu showed off his youthful disposition by taking the pregnant male-herm in both holes. To start with, he stuck his barbed cock into the lion-cow’s soft, wet cunt. Kopa moaned in pure pleasure as his king rutted into him. He gushed heavily around the thick, pistoning member. It wasn’t long before his slick folds clenched and Kovu’s balls tightened. They came almost in unison, the lion spilling his load into Kopa’s cunt and the lion-cow squirting thickly around Kovu’s erupting member.
After a short breather, Kovu pulled his cock free of Kopa’s cunny before pressing it firmly up against his twitching tailstar. The lion-cow gasped as he felt his plump ring being pried open by his alpha’s thick piece of meat. Kovu grunted, bucking his hips forcefully. His cock slid into the moaning lion-cow, delving deep into his throbbing depths. Kopa’s udder quivered, his cunt leaking a mixture of his arousal and Kovu’s creamy cum. Before long, Kovu was pounding Kopa’s hole with the very same level of enthusiasm he had shown his pussy.
When he felt his balls being drawn up, Kovu switched from deep hard plunges to sharp short jabs. Kopa trembled violently and mooed hoarsely. His udder was leaking milk profusely while the lion king rutted into him hard. And then with a powerful thrust from Kovu, he buried himself inside the lion cow and came. Once again, they both achieved orgasm together. Kopa’s teats all let loose with potent streams of milk as Kovu pumped his preggo tailhole full of his seed. It was a rush. The lion-cow’s bloated belly shuddered powerfully at the feelings coursing through his body.
After Kovu was well and truly spent, he hopped off Kopa and collapsed into a content heap in the soft grass, grinning and chuckling to himself. Meanwhile the three pregnant lion-cows, filled with their king’s potent cum, all bowed their heads and began to graze. After all that mating, they were all quite hungry. They ate noisily, their large, gravid stomachs gently swaying as they did so. All their tails were raised, which was quite common for them these days, showing off their cream filled holes and pussy. And just beneath their well-used entrances, their large milk-laden udders hung down heavily like their rounded midsections. Once he had caught his breath Kovu took a minute to enjoy the pleasurable sight before him.
“Such a pretty trio of slutty pregnant cows I have here. Look at those beautiful, cum dripping holes and big, bulging, cub filled bellies,” Kovu smiled as he admired his work. “You’ve all made your king very proud.”
The three lion-cows all mooed happily, content with their place in the great circle of life, before continuing to graze.
At first I was trying to figure out the logistics of that third pic, and then when I looked at it again I recognized who they were. Shivers.
