Cubs at Play (A Private rp by Simba21 and Bajiir)

[simba21]

Cubs at play is an epic RP underway. It's been growing for about 4 months now. When I came onto Eka, I was nervous and a little shy, as I've never done an rp with someone before. I met several fun people, but among them, was Bajiir! It wasn't too much longer after meeting him, that we began our story, Cubs at Play. There wasn't much planning, nor any real direction that is was supposed to go. We just had a very general story I idea, and we rolled away from there! Ever since, our story has continued to grow into the beautiful, alive and thriving story it is now!

We started this story using MSN chat. Back and forth, we'd post a little to our story. Some sessions would last till the wee ours of the night! I've never had so much fun! Then we moved from chat to mail, sending larger posts through Gmail. That seemed to be much more convenient for the both of us.

Now, our story is grand and full of great, lovable, cute and sweet character we have fallen in love with. Although the rp is not done, we both agreed in sharing what we have with all in Eka. I've decided to post some each day, and make it like a story the progresses a little each day. Soon, we'll catch up, and the posts will be live. Till then though, what I'll be posting are long since entries in our story.

Now, for those who have faint hearts, I think it should be said what this story contains! This is a fictional rp that takes place in the Pridelands. The main characters are little cub Simba, Little cub Kovu, and their dad, A bajiiran named... Bajiir! Heh! Another character adds himself later in the story, but I think you'll enjoy the surprise just as much as I did when he comes up, so I won't reveal him.

This story is very Gay oriented. And there is much love. So... it's safe to say that there is much gay love that happens between the characters. There is also a love/lust relationship between the father and his two sons. That's the main point of this rp. If that makes you squeamish, you might want to head. But... I don't think it'll effect you the way you might suspect it would. We hope very much that you'll all fall in love with the characters involved in our story.

Please... feel free to comment if you feel like it. Constructive comments only. No flaming or anything like that. When the story itself is complete, we'll post the entire story on eka in an album for your reading pleasure.

Well... with nothing else left to say, Here's our story!

(Oh... as a side note that is rather important; All blue belongs to me, and all text in red belongs to Bajiir! I guess that is more than a little side note! Heehee! Ah... and one more thing; even this rp is already posted in the Private RolePlaying section, it goes without saying that this is our story. There's no place for anyone to jump in and post their own piece. Just comments if you are to post anything, alright?. ^_^ I think that's it! Enjoy Cubs at Play!!!)

[simba21]

Lightning crackles loudly across the sky as rain pours down hard on the Pride Lands. Thunderous clouds sweep slowly overhead a small cave somewhere near the gorge. Inside, a weak mother was giving birth. Loud pants could be heard within. Sitting on a cold damp floor, a lone lioness was struggling hard against the pain. No one was there to comfort her in her most dire time of need. Despite that, she didn't want to see the little cub die, so she pressed onward. Clenching her teeth hard, she braced her back on a wall, pushing as hard as she could. The lightning continued to rip through the sky, thunder bursting unrelentlessly, providing no comfort to her. Soon, a small head poked through her womanhood. Screaming at the top of her lungs, she pushed mightily. Her strength began to leave her as the cub made its way further out. The poor lion was in terrible pain, but she persevered. For the love of her cubs. She gave one final push, and the tiny cub was completely out.

But to her utter horror, she felt something more... Twins! Her head rolled back as she braced once more. Power grew in her as adrenalin pumped through her veins. She pushed, and she pushed... With the last bit of her strength, the last cub came out. Completely worn out, she fell to the ground, unable to attend to the two crying cubs. Weakly, she smile, a small bit of hope in her eye as she saw a shadow enter the cave. She didn't know you, but preyed that you'd take care of her two cubs. With her final breath, she weakly said "Kovu... Simba..." Eyes rolling back into her head, she falls into a sleep which she never woke from. The storm continued, mourning her death......

Some time afterwards, the sun was rising on yet another warm, clear day in the savannah. The sun was visible from inside of the snug, warm, cozy den, which was located inside of a relatively small ridge, surrounded by large, thick, heavy boulders. One would have to look very carefully to be able to find it, or to already know where it was. With a soft, contented purrrr, Bajiir walks back into his den, smiling gently to himself as he carries a small, personally built 'cage', neatly made out of thin yet strong strips of wood he found around. Inside of the cage, is a decent sized collection of mice, meals, and treats, for his sons. In his other hand, he gently carries two quite plump, cute looking rabbits of sorts. He keeps purring, as he walks into the den, the inside of which is somewhat cool, though not terribly so. It is most always the same temperature inside of the den throughout the year, which makes it a good place to live in and of itself.

Littered all over the floor of the den are various objects, most of which one might look over without much thought, though Bajiir knows that they are toys for his sons; bones for them to gnaw on, some animal skulls for them to toss around for the fun of it, and more than a few piles of pelts for them to rest and lay on, and to help cushion some of the hard rocks inside of the den, making them more like bits of furniture. Purrrring, Bajiir smiles, as he walks over to a small little nook in the wall. Gently, he deposits the mice into the larger cage, to join the other mice he'd already caught before, while also putting the rabbits in with the others. Turning, he smirks, as he walks over to the softly breathing 'pelts' that are laying amongst several other animal pelts. Gently, Bajiir lays on his side, churrrring as he reaches down, and starts to gently scritch, and nudge, at the two young, sleeping cubs. "Mmm, wakeywakey guys....... It's another day! ^^ Time to have some fun!" He murrs, beaming down at them quite happily. He remembers when he first found them, how helpless and alone they were....... It took him a while to figure out how to properly feed them when they were so young. But now, taking care of them seems so, natural, and easy to him....... They know that he isn't their real father, though he has always loved them dearly, and done everything he could to make them happy. Bajiir purrrs, beaming, as he waits for the two of them to wake up, and to truly make his day begin ^^

[simba21]

From here on our, every day, I'll be posting a part of our story. Again, feel free to comment! We would both love to hear them!

[simba21]

I've decided, with help from Bajiir, that posting so little every day would take way to long to have get all caught up, so I'm going to post much more a day, for everyone's sake! Yay!

[simba21]

Simba, the younger of the two, stirs with a cute moan as his eyes gingerly flutter open. The light stings his eyes as he closes them again. He stretches his legs, yawning cutely, his little tongue curling back. This motion nudges Kovu, who now begins to wake himself. Kovu, being only seconds older, stirs and quickly gets onto his feet. He really wasn't one to waste time. He shakes his body cutely before looking over at Simba, who is still stretching. He laughs a little, and pounces on him, interrupting a very relaxing position.

"Aw..... hey!" Simba yelps out as Kovu pounces him. He just laughs, as he loves pestering his little brother. Noticing a shadow above him, Kovu looks up at you, grinning sheepishly, knowing he's been told many times not to pick on Simba "Heh, Morning daddy......."

Purrrrs and smiles down at the two of them, he purrrs as he leans over them, giggling, as he starts to lovingly, playfully, and energetically scritch at the both of them, making a playful "grarrr" noise as he does, "Graarrr....... I caught you little cubs! Now you're all mine!" Murrrs as he keeps tickling them for a few moments more, before gently laying back on his side, propped up by an elbow, as he smiles with very clear adoration and love down at the two cubs. "Purrrr, morning boys. ^^ Did you two have some fun dreams?" Murrrs, smiling at them as he sits upright, and reaches down, starting to lovingly scritch over both their heads, and behind their ears; one paw each, as he smiles at them very happily, so glad that they are here with him.

They both giggle delightfully at the attention you give them. They both love their dad very much. It's all they ever had. It's all they ever knew. Kovu slowly walks up to you, smiling brightly; he snuggles against your face. Content, he's the first to speak "Yeah. I had good dreams. Heh, I almost caught that mouse I'm always chasing around. Gah! I was so close too! Maybe today will be the day." With that, he walks further down, and plops lazily near your belly, resting comfortably. He waited for Simba to speak.

Simba, fully awake, has a worried expression on his face. You notice it and pull him closer. Looking up at you, a hint of fear is seen behind his bright blue eyes "Dad..... I..... I had that nightmare again......." You see him close his eyes as he brings it back, and he shutters softly. Keeping his eyes closed, he speaks to you "You know the one....... There's a great big storm..... Bright lights everywhere....... I hear someone screaming. Like she's in pain. Oh....." Simba snuggles closer, feeling in need of protection "That scream....... I hate it so much....."

Bajiir sighs softly, his smile disappearing, a sad, hurt look on his face as he hears that, looking upset that his little Simba would ever have to feel fear, or sadness. He sighs, gently snuggling Simba up closer to himself, lovingly stroking over his chest. With a soft purr, he leans down, and smooches his head, "Mmmm, you're alright now, Simba..... You're with me, and daddy won't ever let you get hurt....." Purrs, then sighs, looking thoughtful for a moment, before he sighs, and smiles weakly at Simba. "Hmmm, did I ever tell you boys how I got you?" Murrs softly, as he lovingly strokes over Simba's head fur, waiting a moment, and putting on that 'official story time' look of his, before he starts. "Well, it was a very dark night out. And it was storming HARD, I mean really hard.....

Kovu's ears perk up as you begin your story.

[simba21]

Daddy was worried that he might drown in the rain." Smiles gently at the two of them, "But something was drawing daddy, he knew something special was going to happen..... He didn't know what, or where, he just knew he had to keep going. After a while, I heard some loud sounds, some roars, some screams. Soon enough, Daddy found what it was." Sighs, as he gently strokes over both of their heads, giving them gentle, loving, tender, yet slightly sad, smiles. "Mmm, I found your mother. She was alone, she was very cold, and she was very hungry..... She had worked so hard, to give birth to her two new cubs. It took everything she had..... She just couldn't do anymore....."

Murrs, as he snugs the two of them closer, tears brimming in his eyes, tears of sadness at the memory, but also, tears of obvious joy as well. "All she told me, was..." Looks to Kovu, smiling at him, "Kovu....." then turns to Simba, ".....Simba....." Sighs gently, snuggling them up, "Mmm, then, she went to sleep..... She looked so happy, so restful..... I think she was so happy, that she could bring you two out into the world, and happy, that I could get you....." Purrs gently, scritching them, "And that is how, the two of you became my sons....." Smiles gently at Simba, "So, your nightmare Simba..... It is a nightmare, because of the pain she had to go through. But it's also a dream, because she did what she wanted to do so badly..... And because, I got to become your Daddy" ^^

A confused expression crossed Simba's face as you concluded your story, not fully comprehending all of it. He looked up at you with all of the innocence of a young cub, and asked a very difficult question. "If she's just sleeping... Then why doesn't she just wake up? Like us!' He finishes his question with a smile that could melt any heat. He was so deep into his small world, the innocence making this cub so beautiful and special. Kovu, hearing Simba speak, could not help but wince slightly. He knew what his father had meant. Though they were not that far apart in age, Kovu seemed to understand and accept things better than Simba. He looked over at his brother, then over at you, frowning slightly, not too sure what to expect.....

Bajiir sighs gently, and lovingly strokes over Simba's head fur, gently pulling him up a bit closer to himself, gently laying Simba's head against his chest, to let him hear the comforting, warm, steady thrum of his heartbeat..... Very much like he used to do when they were still freshly born. He smiles tenderly at Simba, "Hmm, because Simba, it wasn't the kind of sleep she could wake up from..... She went to sleep, and never woke up again....." Sighs gently, "She died, Simba, right after you were both born. She did everything she could, just to bring you both into the world, then she couldn't do anymore." Smiles at him, and gives him a gentle kiss on the top of the head, "Mmm, I'm sure if she could have, she would have very much wanted to be your mother. But, she just couldn't, she didn't have anything left....." Purrrs, then smiles broadly at Simba, "But don't feel sad, Simba, Kovu. I know she would be very proud, and happy, with both of you, for becoming such great boys. And that she would want you both, to only be as happy as you can be....." Purrs softly, gently scritching Simba's ear, smiling at him, hoping that he will understand, that he hasn't just given Simba reason to feel extremely upset.....

Simba blinks once, taking in what you told him. Still being young and naive, he did not fully comprehend this new term, "Death". He did understand though, that his mother, whom he'd never met, wouldn't be returning. But despite such a dismal thought, Simba just smiled, looked at you and snuggled against your warm fur "Well, as long as you don't die, I guess that's ok." Again, Kovu felt a bit of pain when hearing this. He shook his head, and stood up, feeling a slight string of anger run through him. "Simba, you need to stop living in this perfect world of yours! Don't you understand? Everyone dies! Mom did! Dad will too! So will you... someday. You need to act your age Simba, and stop making everyone feel so sorry for you all the time!" Kovu, feeling a lump in his throat, turned away, and began walking out of the cave. Simba, too shocked for words, turned his attention to you. "Is that true dad? Will you die?" You could see tear brimming up in his eyes, and his voice cracking slightly..... Eyes widening in fear due to an afterthought, he looks distant, and speaks softly "Will..... I die too.....?"

Bajiir sighs softly, as he looks after Kovu a moment, gently calling out to him, "Kovu, don't go..... Please, come back....." Though he doesn't try to stop him, knowing that Kovu might want some time alone for a few moments. He sighs again, turning back to Simba, giving him a gentle smile as he gently strokes his cheek. "Mmm, yes, someday I will die, Simba. But not for a very long time to come, I hope." Murrrs, and smiles widely at Simba, "You and Kovu will die someday as well, but not for a very VERY long time to come, alright? So you don't have to worry about it. Just, have fun, and enjoy yourself, ok?" Purrrs, smiling confidently, and proudly, at Simba. "You're a very special, wonderful cub, Simba. You don't have to worry about things like that for a long time. It's just how things are, it's just the circle of life....." Purrrs and scritches him over a bit, watching carefully, to make sure that Simba is feeling better, that he is happy again, before he will try to go after Kovu, and to make sure that he's doing alright too

Simba was on the verge of crying before you began speaking to him. Your words brought comfort to cub, who was now looking off as you spoke, as if he was thinking intently. When you finished, he looked at you, a more relaxed and stable expression on his face "I understand daddy. I will try not to bother you though, like Kovu said. I try not to make you "feel sorry" for me," He said that with obvious struggle, as he wasn't too sure what it meant "But... I think I'm going to be ok now. He jumps off your arms, and looks back at you, smiling "Though I think Kovu might be hurt....."

Though Simba and Kovu never saw eye to eye on most things, he did feel a very strong love for him. Of the two, though at times Kovu thought otherwise, it was Simba who was the more mature one, understanding the importance and beauty of love.

Kovu continued to walk out of the cave, feeling hurt and confused. He ignored your calls, trying to push himself away from the pain. He tried desperately to act more mature than Simba, making it look like he understood things he really didn't. He found a rock nearby outside the cave, and leaned up against it. Now having time to call his own, his thoughts began racing around the thought of him dying. It really did scare him, though he would never admit it. The though of his dad or brother dying was beginning to become too much for him. A tear slowly slipped down his cheek as he covered his face in his paws and cried softly.

[atak]

Sadly, for the foreseeable future Kovu will not really be able to come online, due to RL issues.
And since I am his RP partner I guess that means it falls to me to continue posting the rp we have going.
I will likely forget to do it some days, so it won't be a daily update for now at least.
Still, do hope you all enjoy it!



Bajiir sighs, but gives Simba a gentle smile, "Mmm, I don't feel sorry for you, Simba..... I never did..... All I have ever felt for you, was love. ^^ That means I worry for you sometimes, and I just want you to be happy....." Murrs gently, sighing as he stands up, brushing off the seat of his shorts a little, before smiling gently at Simba again, "Mmm, if you ever want to, you can talk to me about, absolutely anything, Simba..... I won't ever get mad at you for something you say, or ask me, alright?" And with that, he turns, and calmly, quietly, walks out of the cave. Bajiir can move with surprising stealth and quietness when he wants to, and even when he's not trying to. Though he walks plainly, and openly, he quietly walks over towards where he can see Kovu laying against the somewhat cool rock outside the den.

He walks over towards him, then very quietly, and gently, sits down next to him. Reaching his right paw over, he gently wraps just a little of his arm around Kovu's shoulders, gently starting to rub and scritch between his shoulder blades..... Just enough to let him know that he is there, to let him feel his love, and concern..... but not so much that he would feel smothered, or like his daddy is trying to drag him away from his feelings. Bajiir just sits there, calmly looking out over the savannah, watching the other signs of life stir and move about as they begin their day; unconcerned with the drama that is unfolding not all that far away. He just sits quietly, waiting for when Kovu feels ready.

Feeling somewhat exposed, his eyes in tears, he tries to hide them. But feeling the way you showed your love, accepting him for what he was, he decided not to hold back. He turned around and dug his face into your chest, crying loudly. You continued to stroke his back, gently lulling him into a calmer state. Still a little shaky, he looks up at you. It doesn't mater to him that he looks like a fool, crying like a baby. He just wanted to feel his love. Sniffling, he spoke "Dad..... I'm sorry what I said back there. I didn't mean it... I just..... Well, I wish that Simba could understand things better!" Feeling guilty about what he had done and said back in the cave, he looked away, trying avoid your gaze " I just don't like to see you hurt. He can be so....." He stops, not wanting to get himself deeper into a mess. He just closes his eyes, then looks up at you. Though he had many questions about life and death, after the scene he made, he couldn't bring himself up to even begin to ask. So he just smiled weakly "I'm sorry dad....."

Little Simba sat near the mouth of the cave, watching them intently from afar. He wanted to make sure that his brother was going to be alright.....

Bajiir simply purrrs, smiling gently at Kovu as he scritches over his head gently. "Mmm, it's ok Kovu..... I know you were upset. Being upset can make you say things you don't really mean....." Sighs, and gently pulls Kovu into a more firm, warm, loving embrace. "Mmm, I hope you understand though, you are still a cub..... You still have a lot of things to learn, just like Simba does, ^^ alright?" Purrrrs, smiling lovingly at him, gently scritching him behind the ear, "Mmm, don't feel upset, Kovu..... You know your Daddy loves you with all his heart..... and, that he wouldn't get mad at you for saying things, right?" Keeps smiling at him, "And besides, death is something that is always hard to deal with, for anyone..... But you have a very long time to live, Kovu, you have so much life left to go." Smirks some, winking at him, "And so do I. I won't be going anywhere for a very very long time, alright? So you don't have to worry about it for a very long time to come..." Murrs, gently stroking over Kovu's back, smiling at him. "And remember, you can ask me anything you want, about absolutely anything you're wondering about..... ok?" Purrs again, then grins at him, "We're a family after all, we do things together, we take care of each other..... Don't think you have to do things alone, Kovu. We are here with you"

Kovu purrs softly in your arms as you talk to him, stroking him. His tears receded, and are replaced by feelings of love and happiness. He loves the sound of your voice. He always had. It always put him in such a deep and peaceful mood. He closed his eyes, letting the sound of your voice relax him..... After you finished, he slowly gests up, and smiles at you. It's full of a new hope, true and honesty "Yeah. You're right. Thanks a lot dad. I'll come to you if I need help....." His voice seemed distant as he looked over your shoulder at the cub sitting near the cave. Turning back to you, he looks down "But...I think I need to say sorry to someone else too." He looks up at you, and sees you smile deeply and lovingly. Giving you one final hug around the neck, he jumps down, and makes his way to Simba. Simba can see the whole event as it happened. Kovu crying, resting in dad's arms, him smiling, and the guilty look he gave him when he looked at him. Simba began to close the distance as he walked to his brother. As they met, Kovu looked down, and stumbled out..... "Simba... I'm sorry I yelled at you..... I didn't mean to, and I hope you're not mad at me....." He looks up at his brother with hopeful eyes. Simba can only smile as he walks toward his brother and licks his cheek softly "It's alright. I forgive you. I'll try to act more my age too....." Kovu's ears perk up, and he looks up at him, feeling guilty again. "No..... that's ok. Just be you." He looks back at you, seeing you smiling softly, then returns to Simba. "We're family. We watch out for each other. You just be my little brother, ok?" Kovu rubs his paw on Simba's head playfully and licks him back on the cheek. Both smiling, they make their way over back to you...

Bajiir purrrrs, then gets that playful, eager smirk on his face that tells his boys that he is ready to have some fun with them... Which is actually, the vast majority of the day! He purrrs eagerly, "Mmm, well, ^^ now that everything is good again... What do you boys want to do? Would you like some breakfast to eat? ^^ I caught you some more mice to eat if you want..." He purrrs, smiling at them, thinking of how he introduced live prey to their diet only fairly recently, now that they are old enough to understand it, and to enjoy the uniqueness of it... He still remembers the first time they got their live food, and how confused, yet delighted, they were... and how much, fun, he had teaching them of how to eat and enjoy it... He purrrs quietly, and giggles, "And sometime today, Daddy needs to get you two washed. It's been a while since either of you had a bath!" He murrs, beaming at them, knowing that the actual bath will only take up a small bit of the time they will spend down at the water, since they most always just have a fun time playing together there. "Mmm, or, do you boys want to do something else?" ^^

Both lookng at eachother, Simba speaks up first. "I don't know about you, but I'm starved! I could eat a whole elephant!" Simba giggles and smiles a little "But I guess some mice will have to do." Looking over at Kovu "You hungry? Kovu smiles and nods, feeling happy that his brother had forgiven him so easily. "Yeah.Let's go get something to eat. Those mice back in the cave sound great!" Both cubs bounce happily as they race to the cave, laughing all the way there. Kovu was the first to reach the cave, and he dashed quickly to touch the cage that held the mice. Simba trailed closely behind, but was a fractions of a second too slow, and Kovu touched the cage first. "Yay! I get to pick first! Kovu bounced happily as Simba smiled and waited for their dad to join them...

[simba21]

(I'm back for a bit! Hehe. It looks like the color code has changed. I guess it's going to be like this from now on. It's easier on the eyes too. Blue belongs to Bajiir, which makes sense, because he is blue. ^_^ I'll be the black type. Here's the next post!)

Bajiir purrrrs, smiling very widely as he heard their answer. He giggles, knowing the voracious appetite of his two cubs, that they would be very very eager, and happy, to get some food into their little bellies... He purrrs as he walks after them, kindly smiling at how they are running ahead so eagerly. He purrrs, and blushes softly, as he thinks of the many, personal, desires he's long had for those two cubs... Though he has always resisted them, wanting to at least wait until the cubs could understand, so they could choose, and, so they could understand how special it would be... He purrrrs, smiling even more, as he thinks of the one desire he allowed himself to cave in on... By having taught his cubs from the very first time they got live prey, to always swallow it whole, and alive... He purrrrrs again, personally thinking, of how extremely lucky he finds those mice, to get to be food, meals, for his two boys... To get to give themselves up to these sexy cubs, who are quite hungry, and quite eager to send some mice into the depths of their bellies, and begin digesting as they run off to play... He murrrs, thinking of the view those mice will have of their maws, a view he's not yet gotten quite as he'd like, and of the trip they'll get to enjoy, soon, like many mice before them, and many more to come... Bajiir grins widely at his two sons, as he reaches over, gently taking the lid off of the cage, so the two cubs could take their pick of who they want to feed on today. "Mmm, alright you two, choose your breakfast... You know how it goes, ^^ winner goes first, then your brother, and back and forth, until both have all the mice you think you want to eat today..." He smirks, "Of course, you can come back for seconds, if you're still hungry afterwards." He purrs, peering in at the mice, who are shivering, and trembling, as they stare up at the towering felines overhead. The mice shiver, and moan quietly, though at least one of them, while shivering in fear, makes a soft groan, as he stares up at those two obviously quite hungry, male cubs... Blushing, as he wonders if today is his day... Wondering, which one is going to get him, and, very much wondering, what is going to happen... What it will be like, to be in the playful, hungry paws of whichever cub selects him for breakfast...

Kovu grins widely as he sees the furry little mice scamper to a far corner of the cage, knowing what is to come. His eyes light up as he eyes a rather plump mouse. One who oddly doesn't seem to afraid as the rest. This mouse has been enjoying a large meal of juicy berries and seeds, when , out of nowhere, a gigantic paw smashed down upon him and he was swooped away. The mouse had never been too afraid of much. To him, life was life, and he just accepted it. He has, as a fantasy of his, wanted to die in the maw of a lion, if he was ever going to die. As he looked up at Kovu, he realized that the cub had made it's choice. He was happy to become food for this cute little lion He understood that everyone dies, and to die making someone else happy was something he wanted to do. Kovu looked down, and pointed at the mouse, and then swooped it up. Kovu contently played with it as Simba made his decision. Now, Simba enjoyed his prey a lot. Having quit the imagination, he liked to give names and stories to them before devouring them. It was all a game to him. Looking down, he saw a rather cute mouse. He scooped it up, and held it in his paws.

The mouse in Kovu's paws sits upright cutely, shivering softly in instinctive fear, but it makes a soft churrrrr as it stares up at Kovu, looking almost like it's blushing as it stares up at the very handsome, dark furred lion... He makes a soft moan to himself, so glad, that it seems his dream of dying in the maw of a lion, is going to come true, quite soon now... He trembles, but responds to Kovu's plays, acting quite calm, and quite eager, to enjoy his time with Kovu... He looks up at Kovu constantly, not able to speak his language, but making soft churrrs, and squeaks, of evident excitement... as it keeps eagerly staring at his lips... So eager to get closer to them, and to see, what lays behind them... To admire, this cub's no doubt very beautiful, and very hungry, maw...

As Simba began playing with the mouse giving it a name, he began to toss it from paw to paw, enjoying it bounce. The mouse was in utter fear, having absolutely no way of escape. Catching it mid air, Simba placed it in his hand, and looked at it with a cute smile. Turning to Kovu, he grinned and said "I've named mine Mimi. What did you name-" Simba frowns as he sees the little tail of the mouse dangling out of his mouth. "Aw... you never enjoy your food, do you?!"

The mouse moans, then gasps, as he watches Kovu's jaws open wide, and trembles, churrrrrrring, before he is suddenly thrust into that maw... moaning as he feels the lips seal around him, shivering, and trembling, as he looks around... Wanting so eagerly, to enjoy his time in here, before he's gulped away, like he knows he's going to be... very soon! Purrrrring to himself, Bajiir smiles lovingly at his two sons, moaning softly to himself, as he feels the way he has ever since he started feeding his cub's mice... jealous, of the mice that get to give their lives to the hungry stomachs of his boys... He churrrs, chuckling to himself, feeling like he would be very happy, to be in the place of any mouse either of his boys caught... Though he has no desire to leave his sons for a very very long time, if ever... Purrrring to himself, he smiles, and goes over to sit with Simba, having always enjoyed the playful way he played with his food, before he ate it. Murrring softly, with that strange, very excited, very eager twinkle in his eyes, that only shows up in Daddy's eyes anytime his boys are eating, and especially when Simba is playing with his food.

He smiles at Simba. "Mmmm, would you like me to play with you, and Mimi, Simba? Before you eat Mimi?" Murrrs, beaming very widely, and eagerly, at him... Gently shifting his hips just a little, trying to keep the slightly growing tent of his member completely discreet... The mouse moans, and whimpers, absolutely terrified for its life, as it stares up at Simba, with wide, fearful eyes... Knowing that all too soon, Simba is going to open up wide, and eat him, without a second thought in the world... Send him down to the depths of his stomach, and start to digest him alive, while Simba eats more mice, or perhaps goes off to play, and continue his young life... Mimi can't begrudge Simba his place in the circle of life, it is how things are, though, he is still fearful of what's to come. Somehow though, a part of him, is still quite excited, at the prospect of being in this young cub's paws, wondering how Simba is going to play with him, before he gets too hungry to wait anymore? He makes a soft, squeaky churrrrr of fear, and excitement, as he stares up at Simba, waiting.....

Simba looks up at you, and smiles "Sure dad. Here....." He profered the little mouse over to you..... Meanwhile, the little mouse inside Kovu was feeling a mix of both fear and pleasure, being inside the maw of this cub. Kovu enjoys making his prey squirm before eating it. He starts to raise up his tongue, forcing the mouse to be pinned between it and the roof of his mouth. Strands of drool slipped off his tongue as it remained tightly on the mouse, which was completely covered in saliva. It squeaked lightly as it slipped between the tongue and up, hitting the cub's teeth. Fear started to grip the mouse as he realized that his time was soon to come. Still wanting to have fun, Kovu twisted his head around, causing the poor mouse to be sloshed around violently, bouncing into puddles of drool. Though this was the scariest thing to happen to him, he enjoyed it a lot...

Content with the pleasure he had with the mouse, Kovu tilted up his head, and opened his maw, forcing the little mouse to tumble awkwardly down his tongue. He made no efforts to stop his decent as he reached his throat. The tube opened up a little, and began to take him in. The last thing he saw was the roof the cave through the open mouth of the cub. Feeling tightly squeezed, the maw closed shut, and the mouse was forced down Kovu's throat. He made a loud gulping sound and a large lump could be seen traveling downward to his belly. Kovu smiled contently as his first mouse reached it tummy.

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The mouse moans inside of Kovu's jaws, groanin as he leans his head back, shivering, and gasping as it slides along that warm, slick tongue of his..... Staring around at the slick, salivating, saliva strung, fleshy interior of his maw..... staring at those white, sharp, pointy teeth of his....... He churrrs, and gasps, as he feels that hot, tight throat starting to squeeze around his body, starting to mercilessly drag him down..... He stares up out of Kovu's jaws, moaning at the incredible, intense, beautiful sight of those sharp fangs surrounding him, like a second cave, as he stares out at the world he is leaving, to give himself up to Kovu's wonderful, hungry young body..... The last thing Kovu hears from the mouse before it goes down, is a soft, somewhat shrill, terrified, yet excited, squeak. It might be disturbing to some, though for Kovu, and everyone else there, it sounds particuarly thrilling..... sends a tingle of predatory pleasure down his spine, as that gently moving mouse slides down his throat, before plopping into his stomach, moaning, as it starts to move, and explore around the depths of his belly..... wondering what it's like inside of here, wondering what he's going to find, and what, it'll be like to get digested...

Bajiir watches Kovu intently as he eats, purrrrrring, and blushing, as he watches how he plays a short time with his mouse, before gulping it down..... He groans, again thinking of the incredible views, and experiences the mouse is receiving right now..... even now, while it's still alive in his belly..... He purrrrs, blushing, but smiling very eagerly, as he turns to Simba, beaming at him, always having been as excited, if not more so, by getting to play with Simba and his food during meal time, as Simba himself is. He purrrs, gently holding out the mouse by the tail, letting it gently wiggle around harmlessly in the air a few moments, before he very gently wraps his paw around it, almost comfortingly. "Mmmm, so, Simba, what is the story behind Mimi? ^^ What do you want to do with him, before it's time?" Purrrrs, beaming at him eagerly, as he waits.....

Simba gleams at the little mouse in your hand. He giggles softly as he sees it try and escape "Well, Mimi has always been a search-full mouse, never really content with all she has. She has been a loner though. She left his home in search for a better life, trying new things, meeting new mice. She finally finds what she's looking for as the mouse of her dreams enters her life. They love eachother, and life a happy life... But then, they become separated. Fate put them together, and now pulled them apart. Her lover, as it is, rests peacefully in the belly of Kovu over there!"

Simba looks over at him, who smiles and waves a paw. Looking back at Mimi, he continues "Now that her love is lost, it's our duty to do the right thing..... Eat her!" Simba bounces happily up and down as he finishes his story, and extends a paw to retrieve his meal.

Bajiir purrrrs, and giggles, beaming very broadly at his son, always enjoying the stories he makes up for his food, and how eager he is to eat them up afterwards..... He murrrrs, loving the predatory side of his son, that seems to get spurned on by the idea that his food has a life story, and a name, before he sends them to the depths of his hungry stomach..... He purrrs, smiling as he calmly, gently hands the squirming, squeaking Mimi to Simba, "Purrrrrr, yes, it is only right that she be eaten now, so that she can join her love in such a warm, welcoming place as your stomach, Simba....... ^^ I'm sure she is very eager, so you shouldn't make her wait too long!" Purrrrrs, beaming at Simba, eagerly watching, even as he reaches over to the cage, personally, carefully, plucking out two mice himself, making it clear he has ideas in mind for his boys' next part of the meal, once Simba has finished..... He purrrs, smiling at Simba, patiently, eagerly, waiting... the little mouse squeaking, and shivering, in his paw.

Simba looks down at the trembling mouse, and speaks to it in a soft tone..... "Mimi, I hope you find true love in my tummy. I hope with all my heart that you find that one true happiness and live happily forever there." The mouse only squeaks in fear and curiosity, as she has no idea what the cub is saying. Yet, his soft voice calms her down slightly, making her think the lion isn't going to eat her. Panic and fear rips though her though as the cub now begins to open his mouth. She squeaks loudly, and shakes profusely. Small strings of saliva stretch between the widening maw before snapping, forming little pools of drool on his lips. The mouse desperately tries to escape, but at the last second, Simba happily tosses her in. She lands on her face, sliding on his soft wet and slightly warm tongue. She tries standing up, but only slips as she gets covered in more drool. Simba kept his maw open, showing her off to you. Through the pointy small teeth, she saw your face, and squeaked loudly, trying to get help.

All hopes were dashed though as Simba slammed his jaw closed, trapping this poor mouse inside this cub's maw. The teeth fit together perfectly, forming a one sided cage, blocking any exit. In the mouth of the cub, the warm thick breath seeped around her. To her horror, she smelled the putrid scent of other mice down in his stomach that have met their fates. She tried to stand again, but Simba playfully wriggled his tongue, causing her to slip. She slid around aimlessly, landing in small pockets of saliva. The "squish" sounds coming from the tongue got louder as it suddenly rose up. She attempted to hold on to it, making one last stand to not fall onto the deep void below her. Yet all was futile as slimy drool slid down his tongue, causing her to lose her grip. She squeaked loudly as she landed halfway in his throat. Simba, feeling that, made to swallow her.....

The little mouse moans, and trembles, squeaking, and crying out in her pure terror, squirming, struggling, and thrashing around against Simba's warm, slick tongue..... Trying her very utter best to get a firm grip on his slick tongue. Though the strong, putrid scent of bygone, previously digested mice tell her that she stands no chance against his hungry maw. She moans, trembles, and whimpers as she keeps clawing at his tongue, though not enough to hurt him, since his predatory tongue is well designed to resist such desperation. Slowly, inexorably, she slides down into his wide open throat. She lets out a shrill, terrified squeak as she feels his throat squeeze around her, starting to drag her downwards, starting to drag her down into his hungry body..... Simba can feel her moving, squirming, and wriggling around, as her lumpy form slowly, wonderfully, descends down his throat; letting him feel her all the way down, until at last, he can feel her land inside his stomach.

Inside his stomach, Mimi quickly picks herself up, and starts to look around, whimpering fearfully as she sees everything that is surrounding her, as she sees the relatively large, though still snug and cozy, chamber of his stomach..... The smooth, wrinkled walls of his belly glisten in the very low, reddish light that manages to filter through his body's flesh. She can see the glisten of moisture on the walls of his stomach. But much more importantly, she can smell the powerful, all-pervasive scent of his stomach acids, and of digested meat. As she looks around, she lets out another shrill cry of terror, as she starts to notice various little white objects here and there. Little mouse bones, lodged into the folds of Simba's stomach. Not a whole lot of them, but a few, little keepsakes left behind by Simba's bygone meals, stuck in the confines of his stomach, until they are someday knocked loose enough to continue their path through his predatory body; the same path their former owners have long since already taken..... Mimi screams in terror, as she starts to bump, thrash, and wriggle around inside of Simba's belly, doing her utter, desperate best to try and get out of here, though she has no hope of escape, alive.

Her struggles give Simba the pleasurable sensation of movement inside of his stomach, the curious sensation, of kind of having a belly rub, from inside of his body..... Being such a young cub, he has naturally has no idea of what is to happen to his prey inside of his stomach, of what she is going to experience, of what he is going to unknowingly inflict on her in his innocent hunger..... All he can know, is the pleasure he feels in having her squirm and wiggle inside of his body like this..... Bajiir purrrrs, smiling very broadly, proudly, and happily at his son, having shifted his legs around again, to try and keep that increasingly evident bulge in his shorts unnoticeable, as he's managed to do, more or less successfully, for all this time past..... He purrrs, nodding his head, "mmmm, that was great, Simba..... ^^ She looked wonderful inside your mouth, and I bet, she feels great inside you now, huh?" Bajiir continues to purrrrrr, and beam at his son for a few moments, idly imagining what it must have been like for Mimi, to have Simba play with her, make up so much of a life story..... then so eagerly, greedily, and unthinkingly, devouring her alive like that..... and what she's going to experience inside of his sweet, sexy, hungry young belly..... He sighs, still working to keep his arousing member discreet in his shorts. He purrrs, then looks down at the two mice he's holding in his paws, before he smiles playfully at his two sons. "Mmm, so are you boys content now? Or would you like Daddy to feed you a couple more?" ^^

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Simba lies down contently, feeling the little mouse squirm. It made him feel quite at ease for some reason. He looks up at you with a smile "Heh, I could use another!" Kovu, having equally enjoyed his, smiled "Heh, me too dad. Simba can pick first this time" Smiling sweetly, he looked at the mice in your hand one more time. They were both in obvious fear, twitching and squeaking loudly. Simba cocked his head, and pointed out at a mouse. "That one daddy. I think he'll go perfect with Mimi inside!" Kovu walks over, shrugging, and looks at the other "Guess that means this one's mine then." They both extended paws to await their next meals.


Bajiir purrrrrrrrs, smiling broadly at his boys as he looks down at the mice in his paws. Purrring gently, he slowly wraps his tail around the mouse that Kovu selected, and using his prehensile tail, he holds the mouse behind himself securely, waiting for when it will be given to hungry Kovu. He purrrs, smiling as he scoots closer to Simba, beaming at him. "I think I'll make a story for this tasty little mouse, alright Simba?" Purrrrs gently, as he looks down at the shivering, twitching, fearfully squeaking mouse..... As he does, both Simba and Kovu can feel the wiggles increasing in their stomachs. If they could listen, they'd hear their mice starting to squeak and cry out louder and louder as their young digestions kick in, making the little mice's skin begin to itch and tingle, then to painfully burn, as they are beginning to get slowly, naturally, digested alive inside of these unaware, innocent, still hungry young cubs..... All they can feel, is the pleasurable squirmings of their food. It was so wonderful of Daddy to teach them how to eat like this, so they could have such fun meals, and feel so good inside with their food moving around, until, for reasons they can't understand, their meals eventually go still inside, after having digested away too far to survive anymore..... but that's a ways off for these mice yet.....

Bajiir purrrrs, beaming at Simba, as he holds the mouse out in his paw, holding it firmly with his fingers. "Mmm, his name is Duma. All of his mice friends have left for a trip, but they didn't want him to come with. His den was lost in a flood, and now he is looking for a new home, where he can be warm, and loved....." Purrrs, and smiles broadly at Simba, "He's heard tell of a very warm, wonderful place where he can go to live..... It is in the belly of a sweet, fun little lion cub..... Other mice would call him crazy for wanting to live there. But he knows the home will be very warm, and will be very wonderful for him!" Purrrrrs, and holds the mouse out a bit more to Simba, still holding it on his paw. "Purrrr, he has come to his new home, and is so eager to meet you, and is so eager, to see the brand new home you have for him....." ^^

Little Simba giggled as you told your story. He found it very entertaining when you played along with him. It made him feel so much more close and loving toward you. He smiled as he took a hold of the mouse. His eyes furled up in concern for Duma. He makes a soft whimper as he begins to pet the mouse gently "Hey there. Everything is going to be alright Duma. You have been through a lot. I know. But you're with friends now! And, I would be honored to give you a home. I just know you'll love it in there. Besides, I have a friend for you in there that is looking for love. Who knows, you might like her."

Inside, the squeaks from Mimi inside Simba are growing louder and more horrendous. Though, as loud as she squeaks, the walls of Simba's cute belly couldn't be penetrated. The acids of his stomach were growing more intense. She desperately tried everything not to be in them, but the walls were too smooth and slick. She was submersed in the hot burning liquid, her entire body burning with searing pain. Little by little, as the acids ate away at her flesh, her power drained. Soon, she lost her will to even stay afloat in the acid. Her feet discontinued to kick as she sunk deep into Simba's stomach. The mouse, in one final effort for life, gave one last squeak, but was drowned out with intense pain as the acids gurgled inside her mouth, filling her insides with it. She squirmed in pain one last time before she stopped forever... She rested eternally now, to become food for this ever so innocent cub..... Feeling no more movement, the cub, being so naive in the ways of life, giggled, and continued to talk to the mouse. "But you may need to be quite. I think she's sleeping. Well..... I think that's it. I hope you like it in there Duma. I know you'll be happy."

With that, Simba opened his maw very slowly. His tongue plopped down from the roof of his mouth, making a soft "plot" sound. The mouse squeaked in horror. With all the attention it had been getting, it thought there was a slim chance of hope. But it was false hope. As with every victim Simba engulfs. That's one thing that Bajiir loved so much. The fact that there is so much fear in their eyes as they realize that every bit of hope for living is torn down, The hope that the cub spent so much time building it up. It was such a cruel twist of fate for them, but he enjoyed it.....

Bajiir purrrrred and smiled very widely to himself, churrrrrring in very evident pleasure; something that Simba is certain to hear..... Daddy always does seem to love being with his sons when they eat, and is always happy to play along with them however they like. He murrs quietly, giggling as he watches Simba slowly, beautifully, sexily, enticingly, open that warm, eager maw of his..... He churrrrs, trying to imagine what it must feel like, and look like, to that incredibly lucky mouse that Simba is holding right now..... Bajiir is sure that the mouse has a much better idea of what's to come then Simba does..... He murrrs quietly, thinking of how the mouse is going to have to endure such pain, such agony, inside the innocently hungry body of his son..... Of how the mouse is going to be giving up so very much to his beloved son, and that once Simba has finished with his use of the mouse, probably will after he has forgotten everything about this mouse, what little will be left of this lucky mouse will be emerging from the cute, sexy little rump of his son..... as nothing more than a lump of his poop, to finish up his purpose in the circle of life by fertilizing the grass after having already fed his son... He murrrs quietly, giggling as he thinks of the lumps of his son's poo he already saw, and the, almost cute, little skeletons and bones he saw in it, all that was recognizably left of his mice food. He murrs, wondering what Simba would think of all this if he knew..... He doesn't intend to tell him yet, but he knows Simba, and Kovu, should both learn sooner or later.....

Bajiir watches, as the mouse starts to whimper, and squeak all the louder, as he finds himself staring into that warm, slick, salivating maw of Simba..... Those strands of saliva connecting his fangs together, and connected to that thick, smooth, sexily red, and muscular tongue of his..... Leading back to the pulsing, twitching abyss of his gullet, with that beautiful uvula swaying overhead..... But all the mouse's squeaks and cries fall on deaf ears, as the mouse is ferried into Simba's maw, soon to be devoured, engulfed, and sent to the hungry pit of his stomach, where one mouse has already succumbed to his innocent hunger today..... Bajiir purrrrs, and smiles all the wider at his son, "Mmm, I know he is going to love his new home, son. ^^ The front door looks very beautiful and welcoming for him already!" Purrrs, watching, and eagerly waiting, for when Simba eagerly gulps down this next mouse just like he did with the first one, eager to enjoy his meal, and then to move on to his next bit of fun, without thought or worry for what's become of these mice inside him

Duma plopped down hard on the cub's soft moist tongue, but it only bounced slightly, fumbling and rolling to a stop. It was awkwardly on its back, seeing the odd sight if a rippling ceiling covered in wet slime. For some reason, the mouse hadn't accepted the reality of the situation just yet. It's never been prey before, and the thought of it was horrifying. So much so that he just didn't want to believe it. Yet, as the cub wriggled his cute, little cub tongue in his mouth, showing off his prey to you as he always does, the mouse was thrown back into reality. Fear hit Duma like a sack of bricks as he desperately tried to get on his feet, and off this pulsating drool covered tongue. He managed to get on his stomach with effort, but his poor little legs just slid aimlessly in the saliva coating Simba's tongue. Inch by inch, the mouse was making slow progress. Simba felt the little mousie wriggling, and it made him laugh slightly. The rumble of the cub's reaction caused Duma to fall flat on his face, as the cub's breath, full of decayed mice flesh, was way overbearing. And to his utter dismay, the cub, happy that he'd shown off his catch, snapped his maw closed again. The violent crack of teeth snapping together was almost deafening as he was wildly thrown about. Then, all was silent.......

The mouse looked around in the dark maw of the cub. Small pools of saliva formed around him as Simba's natural reaction to food was kicking in. Low rumbling sounds filled the maw from the back of the throat, Simba's innocent stomach having its way with a deceased mouse. Simba wanted the mouse to enjoy his new home before shoving him off into deeper regions. He sat there, smiling, thinking the mouse was just making himself cozy. But in reality, the mouse was in shock. Its body was trembling furiously. Squeaking softly, it got to its feet to look at its surroundings. The tongue made soft squishy sounds as its feet slowly scampered about. The teeth of the cub fit together perfectly, forming a block on light to come though. The gums were red and healthy, bulging slightly at the base of the teeth. The mouse turned around, meeting what he knew to be his greatest fear. A black void laid in front of him, above it was Simba's cute little uvula, dripping lightly with drool. As he gingerly walked to the back of the mouth, the entire maw suddenly erupted in a violent motion. Simba was now ready to devour his food. He tilted his head back, smiling to himself as he felt the mouse roll down his tongue and to the back of the throat. The tongue whipped around as it pushed the mouse into the tube, which was now begging to open. Outside, Simba, feeling the mouse in position, began to swallow.

Duma squeaked in desperation as its waist now was half-way inside the esophagus. Its little paws scratched as he tried to get out, but Simba's entire maw was used to abuse from past prey. So, even now, Simba felt nothing as he closed his eyes contently and gulped loudly. The tube widened, causing the poor mouse to drop deeper, then contracted once more, only having its little head free. It wriggled helplessly as it just didn't want to die. But, all was useless, because Simba made one final hard swallow, and the mouse was quickly sucked in, the tube contracting tightly around it. The mouse's body was tightly pressed upon itself as the walls of the throat squeezed and released him. The entire mouse was covered in drool as he slowly moved down, making him gag every time he tried to squeak for help. Outside, Simba lifted his head up, enjoying the feeling of its prey sliding all the way down his throat. A large lump could be seen slowly sliding down, wriggling slightly. Simba was in a world of bliss, every inch of him feeling so good as the mouse squirmed, his throat tingling from it all. Through a few more contractions, the mouse finally felt its feet poke out of an opening. It squeaked loudly as it freefell into a large room, landing on its face. The little Duma looked up, tears in his eyes as he knew what had just transpired. Shivering slightly, he accepted his fate and curled up in a little ball, crying to itself. Simba, on the other hand, sighed in relief as he laid down, content with everything around him. He looked up at you, a gratifying look about him as he smiled warmly.

Bajiir purrrrrrrrs, and beams down at Simba, murrrring as he sits with him, and reaches down to lovingly, eagerly stroke and scritch over his head, churrrrring as he looks down towards his belly, thinking of what that mouse inside is experiencing right now....... The mouse moans, and sobs, whimpering deep inside of Simba. Already he can feel the hot, thick, acidic smelling stomach juices surrounding him already. And most horrifically, not far away, he can see the still, slowly melting and digesting form, of Mimi. She is laying on her side, and it's very clear that she's been pretty thoroughly dissolved already, within the hungry depths of Simba's belly. Duma can only watch, as more of her body slowly melts and sizzles away into his stomach juices, becoming a thick mouse soup for his intestines to later absorb..... Her bones getting slowly exposed to the world, bleaching by the powerful actions of Simba's merciless stomach acids..... Screaming in terror, horror, and increasing pain, Duma starts to kick, splash, thrash, and struggle around for his very life inside of Simba..... Clawing at his stomach walls, bumping against his innards, trying his very utter best to get out, and survive, even if he knows there's no hope of that!

Bajiir purrrrrs, beaming very lovingly, and tenderly, down at Simba. "Purrrrrr, that was wonderful, Simba! ^^ I love watching you eat." Murrrs, and giggles, giving him a playful smirk, "Mmm, I love when you show off your prey to me, ^^ It looks so comfy, and happy, inside your very beautiful mouth....." Purrrs, and keeps beaming, as he scritches lovingly over his head, "Mmm, I think, that every single mouse you, and your brother, eats, is extremely lucky..... ^^" Purrrrs, beaming at Simba, blushing some, as his very painfully hard member is straining against his shorts now. He can only hope they don't notice for now, he's not sure what his boys will think of him, if they realized just what kinds of thoughts he had about them from time to time..... True, he has strong desires for his sons, strong lusts about them, but he has always resisted them for now, until they can better understand, and better choose, what they want to do about it ^^

Kovu, who had watched the whole ordeal from a far, had a puzzled look on his face. He had already had his fun with his little meal, and was happily watching them when he had noticed something about his dad. Something that made him a little afraid. His eyes were oddly transfixed on your rather large bulge. It was the first time he had ever seen something like that before. He knew about the build of animals. He knew all the males had them..... but..... this was bigger. Bigger than he'd ever seen before. Kovu could not help but be somewhat hypnotized by the whole thing, a small flicker of arousal burning within him. The fear didn't come from his dad. It came from within himself. "Why do I find this so..... appealing?" He asked within his thoughts. Little did he know, his tiny member was now poking out if it's sheath for the first time.....

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Bajiir purrrs, lovingly stroking Simba's head one more time, then he smiles, as he gently gets up, and slides his way over, to sit in front of Kovu, still wearing that big smile on his face. As he sits down, that handsome, well endowed bulge in his shorts shifts a little bit, making it quite evident that it has nothing to do with the material of the shorts themselves, but something about their Daddy's body..... It is still somewhat obscured and hidden within the material of Bajiir's shorts, but now that Kovu knows to look for it, the bulge is still quite plainly evident. He can see the outline of something thick, long, and tubular within those shorts..... And as he stares at it, Kovu can see it make a small twitch of desire, though Kovu wouldn't know why it twitches..... Bajiir purrrs, still smiling to himself, not having noticed where it is that Kovu is staring, and certainly not having noticed his own member poking out of its furry, wonderful home between Kovu's legs. He purrrrs, as he brings his prehensile tail around, gently taking the mouse from his tail's grasp, he holds it out to Kovu. "Purrrrrr, how would you like to have Daddy feed this one to you, Kovu? I know you like your mice to wiggle... Don't worry, ^^ this very lucky little mouse will wiggle plenty for you inside your beautiful mouth....." Murrrs softly, as that bulge makes another twitch of desire while he continues to speak, "Purrr, it will wiggle plenty, before Daddy lets it go, and lets you eat it....." Purrrs, beaming at Kovu, whose first mouse had stopped wiggling a fair bit ago, even before Mimi had succumbed to Simba's stomach..... So it is certainly time for a fresh, wiggly new mouse to enter the depths of Kovu's digestive system, if he still wants a second mouse of course..... what with his new feelings and everything ^^

Your words, as friendly as they were, held a touch of something else for Kovu. He couldn't make it out..... but when you spoke, he sensed your love, your fatherly kindness..... and..... something else. Something which made little Kovu all the more afraid. These were new feelings for him. The sounds of your voice had always relaxed him. It usually lulled him into submission easily..... but this time, he felt a twinge of arousal as he continued to watch the long rod shaped bulge in your pants. Kovu just coked his head to the right, not really understanding your words. He was too transfixed between your legs to try and answer you. He remained silent, looking down..... Kovu's member pokes out a little more, twitching by itself.......

Bajiir keeps smiling a few moments more, then he frowns in confusion, before he slowly follows Kovu's gaze down, to his lap. After a few moments, Bajiir blushes crimson, his normally blue face turning a strong shade of pink. Neither son has ever seen their Daddy blush this hard about anything..... After a moment's hesitation, Bajiir sighs softly, as if resigning himself to something he was hoping to keep putting off..... Turning around, he gently reaches over, and plops the mouse in with its fellows, sparing it a digestive death, for now..... Then he turns back to Kovu, smiling very tenderly, as he gently sits down flat on his rump, and crosses his legs, clearly covering up his groin, just for now, as he gently looks down to Kovu, and says in the most gentle, understanding, compassionate voice he can..... "I, I know you have a thing or two, you would maybe like to ask me, Kovu..... Would, um, would you like to ask me privately? Or, can Simba come as well?" he purrs, blushing furiously, unsure if he wants to do this with both cubs at once or not..... So he waits for Kovu to say what he wants, knowing Kovu will either want to be away from his brother when he addresses this with his dad, or, he'd want his brother close, for support, while they both talk about it.....

Kovu, equally red that he had been caught starring at his own dad, turned his head the other way, refusing to look you in the eye. Moments passed as Kovu said nothing, unsure of what to do. Simba, in confusion at all the silence, decides to join them "Hey..... what's going on? Is Kovu ok?" He went to look his brother in the face to see if his predictions were true, when his eyes caught something rather odd. Given his position, he able to perfectly see Kovu's little cubhood. This confused Simba to no end. He's never seen Kovu like this before. Shaking his head, he turned his attention to Kovu, who's face was red and shameful. Feeling hurt at the discomforting silence, Simba walks toward his brother, and nuzzles him gently. He whispers in his ear softly, to where you can't hear. Simba wasn't trying to keep you out of the loop. He was trying to comfort his brother..... "Kovu, something's wrong. You can tell me if you want. Is it something you want to talk about with just me?"Kovu looks at his brother, making an obvious effort not to look at you. He nods his head gingerly and looks down again..... Simba looks up you, a little confused over the whole mater, but determined to get things worked out. "Daddy..... I need to talk with Kovu. Alone. Is that ok?"

Bajiir blinks a little, still blushing strongly from how things have turned. His face falls just a little bit. He can hardly remember the last time that his boys wanted to keep him out of something..... But then he smiles again, knowing that his sons do need their private moments together sometimes..... He purrrs, and nods his head gently, "It's perfectly alright Simba..... ^^ I'll just go wait outside the den, alright? You can both come get me when you are ready..." Purrs, and looks the both of you over a moment, smiling lovingly, tenderly, and gently. "Purrr, I would be happy to talk with you both about this when I come back..... If you want to of course....." He hesitates a moment, looking uncertain of what to do next, but then he stands up, and turns, calmly walking towards the entrance of the den, before he walks out of sight around the corner, almost certainly finding a spot just outside to sit down and wait at, where he can't overhear his sons, but where they can easily find him once they are ready

Simba watches as you leave. He turns over to Kovu, who has already gotten up and began walking the other direction. Simba was a very loving brother. It never took him long to see when his brother was hurt of confused. The bond he shared with Kovu was very strong, which made it very hard for Kovu to hide his feelings from his little brother. Sometimes, it was rather annoying. He never really felt like he could hide from Simba. But..... in the end, his brother's intuition and love have always proved to be the best thing. Kovu stops, and turns to face Simba "I... I saw something Simba. And... I don't think I was supposed to....."Kovu blushed right red again, and looked down. Poor Simba was wracking his young mind over what his brother just said, trying to figure out what it mean. But he didn't understand. Walking closer, he gave Kovu a confused look, and spoke "What was that Kovu.....?" It was obvious that Kovu was in some sort of pain or confusion, but he wasn't being open about what or why. Kovu just looked up, taking a deep breath and sighing. He knew his brother. He understood that talking to him always proved one of the most helpful things at times. "Simba..... I thing I saw dad's..... Well....." Kovu couldn't find the right words (And for the life of me, neither can I!), so he makes a very exadurated gesture between his legs, pointing at a spot where Simba had seen his member earlier, which was now sheathed. Simba made a surprised looked. Kovu, seeing that Simba understood, continued..... "Well, it was..... larger than it should be..... It was practically coming out of his pants!" Kovu blushed bright red, then looked up with pain in his eyes "But..... I think I liked it Simba....." A small tear ran down Kovu's cheek at admitting this, and he turns his back to Simba. Kovu's brother, on the other hand was confused beyond normal bounds. He tried registering what his brother had told him, but he couldn't even begin to fathom it. Giving up, he smiled awkwardly and put an arm lovingly around his shoulder, which by now was shaking slightly. "Kovu..... I can't pretend to understand this..... but, I think it would be best if dad were here for this. I think he needs to know. Do you think that would be ok?"

Simba meant only to help his older brother, but the thought of his dad returning made his shiver slightly. He wasn't repulsed by you..... only confused beyond the breaking point. Kovu whimpered softly as he broke free from his brother, and dashed deeper into the cave, hiding himself from view..... Simba was hurt, and confused and at a loss at what to do. He gaze shifted from the mouth of the cave to where he knew you were waiting for them, to the deepest corner of the cave, where he knew Kovu would be right now, void of light and people..... Simba sighed to himself as he turned to walk out the cave to meet up with you, leaving his brother to be alone for a bit. Simba emerged from the cave, and saw you sitting on a rock.

Bajiir sat outside in the warm sunshine, though he didn't really look as if the sun was reaching him, just from how his face looked as he sat there. Leaning back against the side of the ridge into which their den went into, he was staring up at the blue sky, watching one of the clouds lazily drifting by. He wasn't blushing nearly as much as before, but he looked worried, and more than a little nervous as he sat there thoughtfully. As Simba comes walking out, Bajiir's ears perk up, and he lifts his head, turning to Simba, and making a gentle, though still nervous, smile at him. After a moment, he speaks up, "Um, so... What, did you talk about? If, I can ask of course..." He purrs weakly, smiling at Simba, waiting to hear what he has to say, before doing anything else.

Simba closed the distance, and sat next to you. He was unsure how to begin, but finding time to be a little short, what with Kovu alone, he made to be quick. "Dad..... Kovu said he saw something....." Naturally, Simba's eyes quickly dropped down between your legs out of curiosity. By now, your boner had re-sheathed itself, and nothing was out of order. Feeling odd that he was even looking in that direction, he closed his eyes and shook his eyes slightly. He then looked back up at you, and continued "Dad... I don't know what's going on, but Kovu seems hurt. And really confused about something. He said something to me earlier, which still doesn't make sense to me..... He said... that he liked it....." Simba blushed bright red at the thought. An image of his father's manhood flashed into his mind. It was something he didn't put there himself, but it just came nonetheless..... Still wanting to go to Kovu, he pushed it out, and looked at you..... "I think we should talk to him daddy." Simba knew this was something that both you and Kovu should resolve on your own, but, by now, he didn't want to be left out. This was too bizarre, and he wanted to understand. He looked up at you to see your reaction.....

Bajiir smiles knowingly, and nods his head, "Yes, I think we should Simba..... and..." he hesitates a moment, then sighs, before smiling at Simba again, still looking a little nervous, but also looking a lot more, excited, then he was earlier..... Especially now that he knows Kovu actually liked what he saw, and didn't feel upset towards his daddy for it..... "And, I think you should come with, I want you to learn what I am going to help teach Kovu......." purrs, reaching down to gently scritch Simba's head tenderly, "Don't worry, neither of you did anything bad..... alright?" Then he sighs, as he gently stands up, taking a deep breath to calm his nerves, before he starts to walk into the den. He slowly, calmly, walks further and further into the den, until he rounds a corner, leading to the furthest pocket of their den that they can go to. It's pretty dark and gloomy back here, and somewhat chilly as well. But there is still some light filtering in from outside, making it possible to see. But with the tricks of the light, and the effects of the walls and everything, it gives things a bit more of a mysterious, eerie feel and look about them. Bajiir quickly spots Kovu, huddled in the furthest corner he can possibly retreat to. He makes a soft sigh, then slowly, gently, walks over, and sits down near Kovu; leaving a path open so that he can retreat back into their den if he wants to. He doesn't want Kovu to feel like he's cornered back here.

Speaking gently, Bajiir says, "Kovu..... It's alright. Don't be upset..... I am not mad at you, and you have not done a single thing wrong....." Pauses a moment, then continues. "I know it is confusing, and scary. But, it's alright....." He smiles gently, and leans just a little closer. "Kovu, you know me. You know your daddy wouldn't ever think bad about you..... You know that I love you with everything I have, right? Please, look at me, and talk with me..... I can help. I promise, you won't get in trouble, no matter what you say to me. We'll just sit together, you, me, and your brother..... and we'll talk about it. I'll tell you everything you want, and....." Blushes furiously again, "I, will show you, whatever you want as well..... alright?"
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The light of the cave filtered through the stalagmites and stalactites, creating eerie shadows on the walls. Kovu liked this little place. It was quite, secluded from the world, and something he came to call his own. On the other hand, little Simba hated this place. Simba enjoyed brighter things. When he was back here, he felt scared and alone, even though his brother and dad were right with him. Shivering slightly, he looked up at you, and said softly... "Dad... I don't mean to interrupt anything Kovu has to say, but can we go back to the den.....? I really don't like it in here. Besides... we can see each other better." Simba would really make any excuse to get out of there. Kovu looked at Simba, then you. He nodded, and got up to walk out of this dark place... leaving a little bit of his fear and uncertainty behind... We all returned to the brightly lit den of the cave, and found our places. You made sure to keep us close, though Kovu still had his fears. He decided it was ok, and sat near you, alongside his brother. He looked up at you, his deep eyes shimmering with confusion, and hope for answers he so desperately needed... He took a deep breath, asking his first question. "Dad... Why was... it out?" It was simple, but the most overbearing question on his mind at the moment. Simba leaned closer, wanting to know himself... Kovu found this not really the most important question to ask at the moment, but felt it the easiest. What was going through his mind where the thoughts he had earlier... But he couldn't bring himself up to ask just yet...

Bajiir purrrs, then sighs gently, as he gives the both of you a gentle, but knowing, smile. "It was out, because, when you see something you really really like, or think about something, you really like, it comes out of your sheath. This is because, your body is showing that it really likes something. But also because..." He blushes more, "Because, when it is out, you can have a lot more fun, and feel even more pleasure, then otherwise..." shifts softly, as he looks down towards his pants, "It sounds weird, and in a way it is... But, it is something that is very special about the male body..." Looks back at Kovu, and keeps smiling at him. "You will understand a lot more, once it has come out for you, a few times..." Murrrs, then blushes, as he shifts a little bit, "If, you are um, wondering why Daddy's was out of his sheath..." Sighs, blushing more, making a shy, almost childish, smile to his boys, "It's because... Daddy really loves watching you both eat... There are so many things, that Daddy really likes about you both, the way you do things, some things that you do... and, your bodies as well... But, I didn't want to tell you that I felt that way, because, I wanted you to be a bit older before I told you... so you would understand a bit more..." Keeps smiling, cocking his head to the side gently, "Does that answer your question, Kovu?" Chuckles, "you can ask as many other questions as you like of course... I just, want to make sure, that I answered your question well enough for you..." ^^

Kovu blushed again, but then relaxed. He was falling for your voice again. The sound of it was very comforting to him. He understood some things, but others... it was a bit confusing. Kovu cocked his head to the right "Yes... sorta. You said... you like our bodies too?" Kovu had to ask. He was hoping that your answer might help him understanding what that feeling that overcame him was. Kovu was blushing brightly. Simba, listening intently, remained silent, curious to hear another answer...

Bajiir purrrrs, but then blushes a bit more, smiling at Kovu, he slowly nods his head. "Yes, I do, Kovu... I have, ever since I got you guys as my own sons... I always thought, your bodies were just, beautiful... ^^ Some parts especially." Purrs softly, gently smiling at Kovu, and Simba, then gently shifts a little, "My turn to ask a question... How, do you feel... Knowing, that I like you, and your bodies, guys?" Smiles gently at them, looking a touch nervous, as he patiently waits to hear their thoughts...

Simba's ears perked up as you asked that question. He looked over at Kovu, realizing that he might have to be facing up to that moment when Kovu told him that he liked what he saw. Simba waited patiently for his brother to answer. Kovu looked up at his dad, eyes a little shy at first, but then, they seemed to change. Relief replaced fear, and he seemed to move a little closer to you. "I... think that's ok... I kinda need to tell you something, now that you admitted to liking us. When I saw it... I felt something inside me I never felt before. I liked that feeling. I liked looking between your legs. It put me more at peace and comfort than I have felt in a long time." Kovu blushed and looked away, feeling open and exposed. He didn't know he was supposed to feel like this for his own dad... but he did... and he kinda wanted it to stay that way. Simba, taking this all in, remained quite. He was very interested in Kovu's remarks. He began formulating an answer, looking at you with a clear curiosity. He again waited for you to respond.

Bajiir purrrrrs, and smiles very broadly at Kovu, murrring softly, as he gently reaches down, and wraps his arm around Kovu's shoulders, pulling him into a firm, loving, snug hug as he continues to beam down at him, "Purrrrr, you felt the same thing inside of you, when you looked at me..... That I feel, when I look at you, and think about you, Kovu... There is absolutely nothing wrong with that, if that is what you want..." Purrrrs a bit more, smiling more at Kovu, "Actually, it makes me very happy to know you like me that much, Kovu... Because, it means that I can enjoy you in the same way..." Murrs, scritching Kovu gently, "I would love you either way, so, this is just something more special we can do together..." Giggles some, and blushes down at the two of you, "And, I do hope you boys understand... This is something very special, and private, for us... Not a lot of sons and dads feel like that. I am happy we do though..." Purrrs, then blushes all the more, and smiles kind of mischievously, and naughtily, down at Kovu... "And I'll make you a deal, Kovu... we can both look at each other's bodies, and watch each other do things, as much as we like... And, we can both feel free to ask the other, to show him something, or, whatever we would like... without feeling scared, alright? ^^ So, you can ask me to let you see, whatever you like. And I will do the same for you, alright Kovu?" Smiles a bit more, and gives them both a wink, "And, I promise to teach you both, whatever I can about your bodies, and about ways your bodies can make you feel really good, with someone else, ok boys?"

Little Simba has remained quite long enough. He sat up, looking deeply into your eyes "Dad... I... want to know... Is it ok to feel like this toward someone else too..." Simba blushed bright red as images of Kovu's tiny member flashed through his mind..... He saw it only briefly, but in that instant, it had captured his every thought. He didn't want to reveal the true meaning behind his question, partly because he feared such a love would be wrong. But also, he didn't want Kovu to know his feelings till he had time to tell him on his own terms...

Bajiir blinks at Simba's sudden question, but then smiles gently, and knowingly, at his son..... He doesn't know exactly who it is that Simba has these feelings for, though he certainly has his suspicions about them..... He purrs gently as he nods his head, gently reaching out to scritch at Simba's head, "Of course it is, Simba... It's alright to have these feelings for absolutely anyone." Frowns softly, as he pulls his boys closer, and sits them in front of himself, looking them carefully in the eye. "But, there's a few things you guys have to understand... alright?" Smiles softly at them, obviously getting into the mode where he gives them some sage advice about life, before they have to learn it the hard way... "Whenever you feel this way about someone, it is best to tell them how you feel, and not try to keep it a secret. If you do, the other person might find out anyway, or they might just think something else about you, that you don't want them to think..." Gently reaches down, and gives them both some scritches, "And it is also extremely important, that you both understand that not everyone will feel the same way about you. Some people you like, won't want to have anything to do with you. And other people, will like you, but you won't like them..." Keeps smiling at them, "Because of that, it is important that you both understand your feelings, and control them, ok? You can't try to make someone like you the same way you like them. And you definitely cannot make them do things, that make you feel good... you can't make them do things, that make your things come out of their sheaths, alright?" Leans down, and gently gives them both a tender, loving kiss on the top of the head, before he leans back again, still smiling, "Do you both understand what it is I am trying to tell you?"

Simba giggled softly as you gave him a kiss. His eyes then shifted uncomfortably towards Kovu, who was looking up at you. His heart began to melt at the thought of Kovu accepting his love. Love that felt very strong and deep. But then, he shrunk a little at the thought of him rejecting the love. It was as equally disturbing to have to face such a rejection. Simba would have to think about this a while before coming to Kovu. His brother laughed softly too as you gave him a kiss. He was unaware of Simba's deep meaning within his last question, so he thought of it no more. Kovu blushed slightly as a thought raced into his mind. He was feeling tendrils of attraction towards you, and it was making him somewhat horny. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to figure out what to do with his feelings. Taking your advice to be afraid of asking questions, and having a great deal of trust with you, he looks up at you, and asks in a shaky voice "Dad..." He looks over at Simba, then up at you again "I... I think I want to see it..." Kovu's eyes quickly darted towards Simba, looking for some sign of approval. A flicker of surprise crossed his brother's face when he heard this, but then he smiled warmly. Simba knew his brother too well. He follows his heart. This is something that he wants. Knowing what Kovu wanted, he nodded his head with affection. Kovu's eyes lit up as he smiled and looked over at you again. "Yes... I want to see it. Is that ok?" Simba then turned his gaze toward you, finding this all very arousing himself. His curiosity was getting the better of him, and now he wanted to see it too.
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Bajiir purrrrs, smiling extra broadly, and eagerly, at his sons as he nods his head. "Of course you can, as I said, I would be happy to show you whatever you wanted... and I also said, we can ask each other to do things, whenever we like..." Purrrs softly, as he slowly stands up in front of them, towering overhead quite enticingly as he reaches down, and gently starts to undo his shorts. He blushes some, "If you like, you can close your eyes till these are off..... Or, you can watch it all... It's up to you guys... You can see whatever you like..." Purrrs softly, looking a bit embarrassed about this, but quite eager and excited as well. He purrrs softly, as he unzips his shorts, starting to slowly push them down his body. He bends down as he does so, temporarily obscuring his groin in the process... He has been naked around his boys before, but not very often at all, and most certainly, never like this before! He purrs quietly, as he slowly stands back up, his shorts around his ankles, letting them both have a clear, perfect, unobstructed view of his naked male body..... They can see that his sheath is very deliciously plump, sagging down away from his body due to the weight, held up to his lower stomach with a small bit of flesh. His sheath is covered in a relatively thin, very gentle, fuzzy looking bit of fur, making it look extra nice to the touch. It bounces, and jiggles enticingly, just a little, with every movement of his well endowed, nude body. Hanging loosely, and carelessly, down below his sheath, is a pair of heavy, round, thick, plump looking orbs. His sac looks completely relaxed, revealing his orbs for all the world to see. It looks like his balls are quite full indeed, though his boys wouldn't know that. His scrotum is covered in the same thin, fuzzy looking fur as his sheath.

Murrrring quietly, and still blushing to himself, Bajiir gently kicks away his shorts, not caring where they land. Sighing softly to himself, he slowly, seductively, sits back down on the ground. Purrring quietly, he spreads his legs as far apart as he can, letting them both take in all they can. As he sits there, staring at his boys intently, he purrrrrs to himself, making a soft moan, as his sheath starts to plumpen up quickly, and yet, not nearly quickly enough... As they both watch, his sheath plumpens, and thickens very nicely, until, at last, the pink tip of his cock starts to slowly slide out into the world... Betraying his arousal at this entire situation, letting them both see, for the first time in their lives, how it looks when a male is coming to full arousal. Bit by slow, seductive, sexy, beautiful bit, his thick, pink, slick cock slides out into the cool air of the world outside of its furry home. The slick cock twinkles, shines, and shimmers in the light that filters in from outside, and it continues to grow right before their eyes, while their daddy continues to blush, while smiling very broadly, as he sits on his rump on the chilly, smooth, hard stone floor... watching them, waiting to see how they react, to this brand new sight, to their daddy, happily, and willingly, stripping utterly naked, and letting them watch as he grows aroused, simply because they asked if they could.

Both Kovu and Simba watched in somewhat of an awe and wonder as the new sight developed right before their eyes. They waited in anticipation, hearts growing steadily faster as you sat down. They looked between your legs, neither of them feeling ashamed of doing so this time. Kovu was the first to make a soft groan as your pink member poked itself gingerly into the world. He secretly wanted this for quite some time. He loved his dad very much, but, for some reason, there was always something tugging at the back of his mind. Something special, yet very complex. It usually grew stronger during feeding time, when he showed the boys the most attention... Now that there were no restraints, no awkward moments or words to fumble around with this time, he seemed so much more at ease... so much hornier. Very slowly, as you continued to grow, Kovu's own tiny cub cock started to pulsate. He felt a very sensual sensation in his groin, something he freely explored and let out.

Closing his eyes, he sat up. His soft pink cute little member was already halfway out, shivering slightly at the new world around it. Opening his eyes once more, everything around him seemed to vanish. Everything except Kovu and you. It was a quiet and serene world. Perfect for love, the act of love, and everything between. He walked towards you with eager intent, sitting very close to between your legs. So close, if he were to just bend down... open his mouth... take it in... But Kovu seemed at a bit of a loss. Once he got there, and admired all its beauty, it's wonderful, thick, pink, rippling manhood, he didn't know what to do yet. Like a young boy looking at a slab of marble. Kovu saw the potential for something great, something full of beauty, but didn't know how to get to it. How to start. At a loss for words, he just looked up at you, eyes very inquisitive... Simba, on the other hand, was very silent. Content to watch. Yet, his eyes were not quite sure what beautiful thing to watch. The pulsating cock of his dad, which was more inviting than anything he'd ever seen. Or... the continually growing cubhood between his brother's leg. Both brought him pleasure. Both brought him love and peace. Though... he wasn't sure. He seemed very content to sit back, and watch thing reveal before him. He wanted to come in on his own terms...

Bajiir purrrs softly, and blushes gently, as he gives Kovu that loving, tender, sweet smile he gives his sons. He purrs quietly, reaching down, to start tenderly, lovingly, scritching him behind his ear... Much the same as he has for all this time past, though there's something a bit, more, to it this time... As his daddy scritches him, Kovu can see that long, thick, pulsing, powerful spire of his maleness give a firm twitch right before his eyes. Bajiir purrrs softly deep in his chest, "Mmmm, right now, is all for you, Kovu, Simba... I, will let you do whatever you want... Look at, whatever you desire..." Purrrs, and blushes all the more, smiling at them, "Mmm, Daddy, gets the most pleasure, out of the thoughts of giving you boys pleasures... I, never was interested in the ways you could give me pleasure... I'm happy to let you, if that is what you want... But what makes me happiest, is getting to make you both feel so very good... the special, wonderful things, I could do with you both, and, do with your beautiful bodies..." Purrrs, as his smile grows a bit more, that look of lust, and desire, twinkling in their daddy's eyes, but more than that, there is the burning, deep flame of love he feels for them both... It's clear to both Kovu and Simba, that he has probably been like this around them many times before, but he never did anything about it, simply because he loved them too much to make it happen too quickly for them.....

"Mmmm, like I said though, right now, it's all about you both... And what you want..." Murrs, as he looks at his groin, "Mmm, if you want, you, can lean down closer... You can, sniff, at my groin, smell what it's like there... You can, um, kiss, lick, and, play with, my balls, and... my member, my cock, if you want....." moans, as he gently rubs a finger over the tip of his member, showing what he means when he says those new, unfamiliar words. "Mmm, just do whatever you want... I'll let you do, whatever you want to do... Don't be afraid... I'll tell you, if there's something you can do, to make it more fun for you... or if you're doing something that is uncomfortable, or even painful, for me... ^^ Just, have fun, ok?" Murrrs, smiling at Kovu, sighing as he keeps his legs spread wide open, a thick, very warm, powerful smell of male musk emanating from between his legs... It's not that new of a smell, but, to smell it this much, with this much richness and intensity, that is new...

Kovu's eyes continue to dart from your deep loving eyes, your warm smile which emanated love, and your stiff, yet soft looking rod, which seemed to him, the very essence of love. That was something he couldn't entirely grasp. What was deeper than the love a father could have for his sons? What was more powerful than the innocent affection the cubs could ever show their dad? What new feelings, emotions and adventures layed beyond the new feeling that enthralled Kovu? His mind was on auto pilot in a way. Consciously, he thought of your words. Their meaning. What love this could possible bring... Yet, as he thought, without any idea of the world around him, his focus unconsciously began to tunnel. The shaft before him began to grow... become more attractive... emanate more love than anything else in his life.

His little mind just couldn't comprehend what was going on, then, in an instant, Kovu was brought back to reality when he realized that the tip of his soft lips was connected to the tip of your penis. Kovu was in a state of shock, love, confusion, fear and doubt. But, as he continued to lower his head instinctively, as if his heart was the one pushing it down, all other thoughts left his mind. At feeling the soft skin press lightly against his teeth, his jaw opened, and he again continued to lower his head... Kovu gently closed his eyes, not knowing what force drove him. The musky smelling member touched his soft tongue for the first time. It pressed lightly on it. The taste buds rippled at the new, wonderful taste. It filled Kovu with a new vigor. A new power that drove him, longing for more. He opened his mouth more, and drove his head deeper. You could feel the cub tongue, wet with saliva, cradle your cock gently as it slid into his maw. And, moving again only on instincts, his tongue began to pulsate. Wriggle. Taste. Love... Kovu was in a world where he didn't even exist now. The sensation brought him to a feeling of complete ecstasy in a matter of seconds... Soft, loving moans came from deep within Kovu as he continued. He pressed in deeper. Pulled out with a tight suction, then pushed in again. There was no explanation of Kovu's natural knowledge on how to make this very sensual and beautiful. Kovu just sucked, feeling love from deep within him. Your cock was now slowly being pumped, shimmering in the light as Kovu pulled back, covered in drool.

Simba watched. This was exciting him to no end. The sight of his brother, who he had noticed had become completely entranced. He looked so much more attractive now than ever. There was so much that he desired from him. He wanted to be there instead of his dad. He wanted Kovu on top of him, sucking and loving his member, which by now was completely extended and throbbing wildly. Simba wanted so much... but seemed very content on watching. He reminded himself of doing this on his own terms, not the terms of quick, rash indecision. But... it was becoming too much for him to bear. Finding a wall to lean up against, Simba begin to softly touch himself. His cute cub sized member slipped around his paw as he gently started stroking it, feeling immense pleasure, as he's never felt before. He continued, watching everything with anticipation...

Bajiir murrrs, and gasps quietly, as he feels his son starting to wrap that warm, slick, wonderful mouth of his around his member... starting to run his slick, smooth, sweet, wonderful little tongue around it... He moaned, and grunted to himself, panting softly, as his chest and stomach started to heave from the pleasures he was receiving. Inside of his mouth, Kovu could feel that member twitch, and throb eagerly, obviously responding very favorably to what it was he was doing to his father's penis... Bajiir moans, and churrs to himself as he closes his eyes, shivering, and smiling to himself, groaning as he thinks of where his member is right now... Wishing he could see what his penis sees, smell what it smells... Wishing, he could experience his son's mouth, just how his member is right now... He pants, gasping quietly, thinking of how that mouth, that is the entrance of doom for so many tasty, lucky mice... is now pleasuring his cock. He growls in desire, as he gently wraps his fingers around the back of Kovu's head instinctively, gently carressing, and squeezing his head, showing that he has the desire to press Kovu firmly down into his groin. But he resists this urge, his body shivering, as he tries to stay relaxed, wanting to let Kovu do everything at his own pace, to have his own time, and his own pleasures, with his loving father.....

As Kovu bobs his head up and down on Bajiir's member, the thick, powerful smell of his musk grows more strong, more intense, as it fills his nostrils. It's so, intoxicating, so heady... This strange new smell is just a little bit too much for him to take, but at the same time, it's just so wonderful... It smells so intensely perfect, and seems to tickle that part of his mind that wants this, that has been wanting this, so long... Bajiir groans, panting as he lifts his eyes towards Simba, smiling at him, as he sees how he is starting to touch at his own member like that... He murrrrrrs, admiring his son's beuatiful member, and body, for several moments... then he opens his eyes like he's going to say something, before he gasps in desire, and growls quietly in the back of his throat, as he looks back to Kovu, this being all he can take right now... Inside of Kovu's maw, he can feel his father's cock pulse, and twitch, before it suddenly spurts out a thick globe of his tasty, sweet, delicious precum...

Kovu's little eyes opened as something new entered into his mouth. He paused only slightly, letting the soft, sweet liquid dribble on his tongue. He wanted to know how it tasted... what it was... what it... His eyes opened wide as he instinctively gulped down the pre cum. He shivered at first. His body was now entering an all new realm of love. One which was giving him a little bit of fear. The scent of your manhood, mixed with the taste of your seed mixed together to form a very effective aphrodisiac and now his sex drive was heightened to a new, more vigorous level. Closing is eyes, along with the fears he had of this new feeling, he pushed harder on you... Kovu pressed his paws onto your hips, forming a greater vantage point at which to take you in... deeper. Having eating live prey, letting the little mice squirm at the back of his throat, Kovu had seemed to evolve a very strong immunity to gagging. It became apparent when your cock brushed up against the back of his throat for the first time. There was still a bit of cock let outside his mouth, despite seeming to reach a stalemate. But, entranced by this new love, he refused to stop. Repositioning himself, he was able to let your thick penis squeeze into the deep, long waiting tube that was Kovu's throat. A lump could be seen moving up and down as he worked you're harder. Simba, completely hypnotized by the scene in front of him vigorsly worked at his own cubhood. Soft spurts of pre cum jetted out as he continued to race, a pace seeming matched by Kovu and you. Simba's tiny, fur covered balls wildly swung around as he pawed himself. Soft moans and groans emanated from within him, adding to the overall beautiful harmony that was created in the cave...

Moans, and gasps, shivering, Bajiir's eyes growing wide as he feels that warm, slick, pulsing tunnel of Kovu's throat around his member... He shivers, and churrrrrrs, really really wishing now, that he could see what his penis sees... that he could see into the depths of Kovu's throat... See, where all those live prey went. He groans, as he gently grasps Kovu's head, panting as he holds it in place, growling quietly and gently, as he makes a firm, yet gentle, thrust against his face, pressing his member deep into him. He groans, "Ohhhh, Kovu... Your mouth, is so wonderful... Ohhh, I always loved watching you place mice in it... I always felt so jealous of them, for what they saw, what they felt..." Murrrs, and trembles, "And I know now, it is even better in there, then I had ever dreamed..." Growls, as he thrusts again, shivering, and panting, his cock twitching in deep, powerful desire... leaking out thick gobs of precum... Bajiir murrs, as he looks up, and groans at the sight of Simba pawing at himself, those sexy, beautiful, furry little balls of his swaying around so wonderfully... He pants, then grits his teeth, as he growls, and murrrrrs in desire, his cock twitching, and spasming, as it starts to shoot thick, sticky loads of his cum into Kovu's open, eager, ever greedy throat... He moaned, as he kept caressing Kovu's head, enjoying this, so very happy, that he can give Kovu what he wants...

Kovu's eyes open again, more fear than love this time. Your cock throbbed wildly in his mouth just before it ejected mouthfuls of sweet, strong lion cum. It filled him. It filled every space that Kovu existed in with warmth, love, lust and an overbearing happiness. A little too overbearing though. Kovu drank, talking big gulps, keeping up with your seemingly relentless pace to rid yourself of the seed. When you had stopped, Kovu backed away slightly, letting your now empty cock drop out of his mouth. Kovu was shivering. He was confused. He felt love. He knew it was true, and that it was there. He also felt a strong desire to never let you go... but... He wasn't really able to take this all in. It was happening to fast. His love was bundled with fear. His passion was coupled with confusion. His lust walked hand in hand with doubt. It was begging to make Kovu a little sick, his emotions gripping at the center of him. He wanted to love... but... it was just too fast... Kovu's little eyes rolled in the back of his head as he plopped on the cold floor of the cave in exhaustion. Simba, in his own world of pleasure had not noticed his brother drop on the floor. But if he had, he would have been there in a fraction of a second, his brotherly instincts letting him know that something was wrong... But he continued to pleasure himself, eyes closed tightly, climax almost reaching him...

Bajiir's eyes grow wide in surprise, and fear, his still pretty hard cock very quickly starting to droop now, as he gets up, hurrying over frantically towards his son. He whimpered in fear, terrified that he had done something wrong, that maybe he had hurt his son, that perhaps he'd pushed things too fast... He whimpered, not at all noticing what is happening with Simba right now, solely concerned with the well being and safety of his son. Reaching down, he very gently scoops Kovu up, not wanting to leave him on the cold stone floor. Cradling him much as he'd done back when they were still very young cubs, he whimpers, as he starts to tentatively, and gently, lick and nuzzle at Kovu's face. "Kovu?! Kovu?! Are you ok? Kovu, what happened?" he whimpered quietly, desperately, but gently, feeling at his pulse, his forehead, everything he can think of... trying to decide how much he should panic, trying to decide if Kovu just needs a few moments of warm rest... Or if he needs to be taken to see Rafiki

Kovu coughed, a little bit of you're cum dribbling out of his parted lips, sliding down his cheek. Though he coughed, a sign that he might come to, it was purely an involuntary act, his body trying to cope with the massive amount of seed in its belly. His eyes were closed, eyebrows furled in slight pain, but remained motionless and silent on your arms. Simba, hearing the dread in your voice was pretty much slapped into reality, seconds away from his first ejaculation. His vision was a bit blurry, but when they came to, your words still rang in his head, his eyes shot open in terror. His fears were realized when he saw his brother in your arms, a seemingly lifeless lump. Simba sprinted to his feet, his little cock swinging wildly, but uncaring beneath him. His feet slid on the cave floor, making him all the more panicked. Soft cries were heard as he made the short dash toward you. Finally reaching his brother and you, his paws jumped up on your legs, and he whimpered. What's wrong?! What's wrong with Kovu? Is he alright?" Fear and desperation could be heard in his voice..... Visions of his nightmare... of painful screams... of... death... filled his mind...
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Bajiir whimpered softly, as he stared down at the still face of his son....... He hesitated just a moment, thinking just a very short split-second, of his fear about how other furs don't always agree with it when a parent starts to love his boys this way, and starts to do these kinds of things..... But his personal fears for himself are almost instantly over-ridden by his far greater fear for the safety, happiness, and well-being of his son. He grunted to himself, as he very quickly turned towards the entrance, turned away from Simba. Bajiir looked over his shoulder at Simba, whimpering, his eyes twinkling with evident fear and concern. "I don't know Simba... It might be nothing... But, I'm going to take him to Rafiki!" He takes one step forwards, but then hesitates, before, with a soft grunt, he turned, and bent down, quickly, and wordlessly, wrapping his free arm around Simba's middle, picking him up from the ground. Quickly adjusting Simba in his arms, so that he is more comfortable, though giving most of the space and comfort to Kovu, he immediately starts to run out of the den. He didn't even bother to put his shorts on, which he normally wears for the sake of shame, and to be covered up around his boys, anyways...
Running faster than Simba ever knew his father to run, Bajiir tore out of the den, leaping agily over the rocks and boulders that littered the area around the entryway. Puffing heavily, trying to supply his burning lungs with oxygen, and without saying a word, Bajiir ran as absolutely fast as his legs could carry him, holding both his sons in his arms. He knew that Rafiki, the old monkey, was the best one to go to in times of need like this... If there was a way to save someone, Rafiki would find it. Bajiir had no idea what Rafiki would think of his actions, or of him, but right now, he only cared about Kovu, about making sure that he would be alright..... And so he ran, not seeing anything except the path to Rafiki's tree, which quickly grew larger and larger on the nearby horizon.

Simba bounced worriedly up and down in your arms, the world seeming to make that same dizzying motion as everything blurred past him. He had never known his father to have such speed and dexterity. As you trudged on, he looked over at his brother. Kovu's eyes were still closed tight, eyebrows reveling a pain within him, a battle that he was facing with himself. A lump formed in Simba's throat. In his life, he has never seen his brother hurt. He wouldn't allow it. He, even though was younger, watched over him with more concern and love that some parents wouldn't even find conceivable. All he could think about was the talk they had earlier that morning. Of death. The words rang with celerity in his head. "Simba, you need to stop living in this perfect world of yours! Don't you understand? Everyone dies! Mom did! Dad will too! So will you... someday. You need to act your age Simba, and stop making everyone feel so sorry for you all the time!" Simba shuttered. He acted naive sometimes. He understood some things better than he let others to believe, for the sole purpose of remaining innocent. Perhaps this decision wasn't completely his own, but something inside him wanted him to be protected from the outside pain of the world around him.
At times, he believed it was just him confused, not know what to do with himself, but now... as the tree loomed closely overhead, a new revelation burned inside him. Closing his eyes, he could see a beautiful lioness. Her face was flawless, more compassion and love than he he'd ever come to know. A sweet, welcoming, heartwarming smile broadened on her as she seemed to recognize little Simba. He smiled too, understanding who he was looking at. Nameless, never seen before by the cubs, Simba knew it was the face of his departed mother. He felt a warmth travel through his body, as if he was being gently embraced. The soft sweet voice of the lioness penetrated his very soul... "Simba, everything will be fine. Don't worry. I will watch over him, as I have been. I love you very much. Now, please, stop those tears my little Simba" everything made better sense to him now. He wasn't lost. He was protected. Protected by the loving arms of a mother who would never let go of her sons. But, as he opened his eyes, still wet with tears, he felt a sort of "lifting". His mother was still felt closely next to him, in his heart, but she only stood there now, watching, not protecting. The love he felt was the only protection he needed, now that he had felt it. Looking up at Kovu once more, he smiled, knowing everything would be ok...

Bajiir whimpers, as he gets to the tree. He grunts to himself, as he somehow manages to balance both cubs in his paw. Grunting to himself, he starts scaling the tree, made somewhat easier by the 'path' that's been worn into it by previous visitors, and by Rafiki himself. Completely unaware of Simba's calming demeanor, or anything else Simba might have experienced, he keeps climbing up the tree quickly, desperately. As he comes to Rafiki's home, he grunts, as he quickly slides into it, and bends down, gently depositing the two cubs onto the floor. Whimpering, he looks around desperately, "Rafiki?! Are you here?! My son needs help, please, Rafiki!!"

Rafiki, a wise baboon of age, began to rustle from up above. Leaves fluttered down as he made his way through the large Boab tree. His staff in hand, he parted the last branch blocking view from the hasty group that had entered his home. Expecting to see some hurt animal, his eyes widened in shock at seeing you, a lifeless Kovu, and an oddly at peace Simba. His eyes rested on Simba momentarily, feeling something very deep from inside this young cub. But he shook his head, knowing that would have to wait. Rafiki blushed slightly at noticing that you were not wearing the pair of Khakis you usually did. He found the whole "dressing" thing a bit odd, but had grown accustomed to seeing you in them. Now, you seemed naked, even though no more than Rafiki himself. With a concerned look on his face, he made his way toward you, and asked in a quite tone "What happened to the cub Bajiir?" There was a disconcerting tone about the tone of his voice too, as if something might had been realized, and he wasn't too pleased...

Bajiir blushes deeply, and he shifts uncomfortably a moment, obviously not really wanting to answer... But he looks down towards Kovu, and his concern for himself, is totally usurped by his greater concern for Kovu... he sighs, and looks at Rafiki, and with obvious uncertainty, and even fear, he nonetheless proceeds to tell him everything that happens, not going into very in depth detail, but not leaving any part out that might be useful for Rafiki. Once he finishes, he just sits there, looking nervously at Rafiki, before, in a pleading, desperate voice, "Please, help him..... I, don't know if I did something wrong that hurt him... Just, make sure he is ok..."

Rafiki's eyes stared deeply into yours, penetrating what seemed to be mile wide holes into your very consciousness. As you spoke, his eyes never wavered, even at some of the more embarrassing parts. When you finished, he did not look at Kovu. No, his eyes were locked onto yours, seeing to have a vice grip on your soul. It looked like he was searching for something in them, desperately trying to find something that would cause a hope. Closing them tightly he spoke, breaking a seemingly eternal silence. "I will help your son. But I need time alone with him." His eyes opened again, a rage and love visible in both eyes... "But I will speak with you in time. For now... leave me be with him..." He dropped his cane, and extended his hands for the cub...

He blinked, staring at Rafiki a moment, the color seeming to drain from his face, like he's starting to realize one of his worse fears. He makes a soft whimper, as he looks at Rafiki, then at his sons. The fearful look in his eyes, like he's deathly afraid he's going to lose his sons, or one of them at the very least, one way or another, is almost heart breaking. But he simply nods, even though Rafiki is no longer looking at him. Wordlessly, he gets up, and slides out of the tree, going down its trunk, until he comes to the ground. There, he makes like he is wanting to move further away, to give them better privacy... but, his legs shiver, and quake, as he makes a soft, forlorn whimper, and simply collapses onto his naked rump, his body shivering in fear, fear for himself, but mostly, fear for his sons... for their well-being, fear that Kovu might be seriously hurt, fear, that he might lose them... He sits there, shivering and quivering, too shaken to move further, though he is sure this is far enough... he wouldn't be able to hear anything clear down here, unless they spoke loud, of course

Simba watched you slowly make your way down the tree, a deep sadness and fear in your eyes. Although he doesn't seem to be too afraid at the whole situation, this may partly be because he doesn't know the seriousness of Kovu's condition, nor the fears of which you bear so heavily. Simba sat on his rump, looking both ways, toward Kovu and Rafiki, then down, to where he knew you sat. Simba was at a loss of what to do. Taking a deep breath, he turned his back toward Kovu, the first time he had ever done so, and made his way down he tree. Your load seemed greater to him, and he trusted old Rafiki. As he made to leave, Rafiki turned, having already started taking Kovu to his medicine room, and spoke softly to the young cub "Be weary my son. Love is not always what it appears to be. Ask him questions if you will, but understand that you won't be able to take it all in." Rafiki sighed, fearing deeply for the cub, then continued his way up the tree. Simba cocked his head, confused and a bit taken back by his remarks. But Simba just pressed forward, determined to get to you...
He jumped off the last bit of the trunk and onto solid ground, and searched for you. Finding you near the tree, slumped and very disturbed by something, love grew within little Simba as he made his way over to you. Your face was slumped into your hands, so the little cub wasn't sure if you noticed him. Purring softly, he sat next to you feet, and nuzzled your leg with affection...

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Bajiir gasped softly as he felt something nuzzling against him like that. He sat up in evident surprise, blinking to himself as he looked down, then he sighed softly as he saw Simba there. He smiled gently, and reached down, starting to lovingly scritch, and rub over his head. "Oh, hi Simba... heh, sorry, I didn't see that you'd come..." Purrs quietly, and sighs, as he leans back against the tree, obviously trying to stay calm, and collected, for the sake of his son... Not wanting to trouble him. But, something inside of him, makes him feel like he has to speak, that he has to get it all out... He whimpers quietly, looking down at Simba, "I, know you don't really understand what's happening..." Sighs a little, and looks away, "You know, that I love you and Kovu, so very much, right? I love you both with all my hearts..." smiles bashfully back at Simba, "I do have some, naughty, desires for the both of you... some things I want to do with you both, that some people, that many adults, don't really think are good... They don't think that fathers, and their cubs, should do these kinds of things together... Like I did with you and Kovu, before he..." Sighs a little, looking down again, shaking his head slowly, "I understand what they say, some people are bad like that... But, I don't think I am. I know I love you both dearly, and, I wouldn't ever do anything to hurt you boys... If neither of you ever wanted to, do, these naughty things with me... I wouldn't make you..." He sighs, and looks at Simba, his eyes watering some, as he whimpers fearfully, "I'm, so afraid... That I hurt Kovu somehow, that I did something wrong, and hurt him..." whimpers more, "And I'm really afraid, that now that Rafiki knows about what we did together... That he's going to make sure that, you boys will be taken from me... Maybe go to another lioness or something..." shifts a little, shivering, "I, I don't know what I would do, if I lost you boys..."

Simba, looking up at you with all the curiousness of a child, listened as you spoke, cried softly, whimpered and spoke some more. He had never seen his father so distraught. In fact, he's never seen so much as a tear roll down your cheek. This disturbed Simba a little, as now the weight of the situation was beginning to take form. As you began to end your worried speech, Simba's heart started to melt. By the time you finished, you could see tiny tears forming in his own eyes...

Simba was silent for a while, trying his best not to cry in front of his dad. He didn't want him to seem weak when he knew he needed to strong for his daddy. Something then sparked within Simba. Perhaps it was fear of losing his brother. Maybe it was the prospect of someone taking him away from his dad. Whatever it was, the eyes of a warrior surfaced. A flame of strength and determination never before seen in Simba was ablaze behind his eyes, which now looked straight into yours... He placed both his paws firmly on your lap, and stared up at you with a fierce gaze. He spoke, with more conviction than you've ever heard from such a small and adorable cub as this... "Dad! No! I love you! Kovu loves you. We both need you! What you did... I can't fully understand why others would think it wrong, but I feel your love for us. I know this! You would never hurt us! You can't let them take us away. We both..." This bold and stern look began to waver as he spoke... "We just need you daddy. We need your love. So much. You can't let them take us away. No matter what... you just can't..." Simba dropped from your lap and looked up at the tree, where the baboon was doing his work. He closed his eyes and softly spoke... "I don't understand everything. I wish I did... but I don't" He seemed regretful and hurt by his own statement. He looked up at you again, tears streaming down his face "But you need to stay here... with us. I love you daddy... I love you so much!" With that, Simba completely broke apart, sobbing loudly and uncontrollably. He leaned up against your leg, wishing desperately to be held, loved... forever...

Bajiir stared down at Simba for several long, slow, agonized seconds... He seemed to be digesting everything that his son said, and expressed, to him just now... As he absorbed all of it, he gently, tenderly, rubbed his fingers over Simba's head, over the nape of his neck. Then slowly, but infectiously, a smile spread over his muzzle... Not one of sheer joy, but one of, deep relief, joy, and tender love... He purred quietly, as he gently pulled Simba onto his naked lap, and wrapped his arms around him, firmly, lovingly, powerfully hugging him to his body. "Purrr... Thank you so much, Simba, I, can't tell you how it made me feel, to hear you say all that." Sighs, as he leans down, lovingly slurping at his ears, holding him close to himself as he nuzzles into the top of his head as he continues. "Mmmm, I never wanted to let you boys go... But, I didn't know what you guys thought of me, of, what I was doing... But, now that I know, just how much you love me, how badly, you guys need me..."

He frowns sternly, but not at Simba, as he kind of stares off into space. "I won't ever let them take you guys away from me, no matter what I have to do, whatever it takes..." Looks back at Simba, and smiles, gently stroking over his head, "I promise you, Simba, you will stay with me, and live with me, and be loved by me, as long as you want to... You can stay with me your entire life if you want to, ^^ I would love every single day I get to have with you, and Kovu." Purrs quietly, beaming down at him, "Every day I've had with you both so far, has been a miracle to me. I never once felt unhappy that I got to have you both... And I know, I will feel that way, for however long I get to be with you both...

He sighs softly, as he looks up towards the top of the tree again, to where that old baboon is doing his work. "Hmmm, we will see how Kovu is doing; we will see what your brother thinks of, everything..... But I promise, I won't let Rafiki, or anyone, take you guys from me..."

Simba whimpered softly as you held him, telling him how much he loved your sons, how much they meant to you. How much love you had for them every day of their lives. Simba smiled very deeply in his heart. There was not one thing different between the love he had for his dad, than you shared for them. He started to cry again, but this time, overflowing with joy, love, happiness and acceptance. He pulls back, and looks deep into your eyes. He sees the same glistening of tears of joy in your eyes. The smile you so lovingly gave him, so gently placed before him, caused him to be filled with an incredible love. He softly laughed to himself, think about how much he loved his daddy. Then, tears filling his eyes once again. he threw his arms around your neck, hugging you tightly, knowing that nothing in the whole world would be there to break them. Ever... Words could never describe such love, peace, serenity and perfectness in the world the two shared at that moment. The Gods themselves seemed to beam brightly down on them as the sun glistened beautifully on both father and son...

Bajiir continues to hold, and snug, his beloved son... feeling at a loss for words of any kind, to describe how he feels at the love Simba shows him, or, for the love he feels for his sons... Especially now, that he knows, that Simba at least, doesn't have ill thoughts about him at all, and, understands the love in his heart, understands that he has far more love then lust, for his sons. As he sits there, holding, and lovingly cradling, Simba, his ears perk up as he hears the sounds of someone coming down the tree. He looks upwards, and can't help but let his ears flick back to his head for a split moment, before they stand back up again, as he sees Rafiki holding onto the tree with one paw, while staring somewhat coldly down at Bajiir and Simba. For a moment he dangles there, seeming to take this sight before him in, before he says, in a calm, clear voice, "Kovu is fine. He was never in any true danger. You may, come up and see him if you wish..." He eyes Simba curiously, "I would speak with you though. I have already spoken with Kovu, and I would speak with you as well... We can go somewhere private, if you wish, or, you can speak in front of your, family, if you wish it..."

Simba looked over at Rafiki, then over at you. He never wanted to leave his father's side. Never. "I'll speak with him in front of Daddy, Rafiki. I think it would be better for everyone..." Simba looks up at you, a small bit of fear returning to his eyes. He was kinda jolted from his world with the appearance of Rafiki. Now his thoughts returned to Kovu. How was his brother? How would he treat dad? What was to become of all this? Simba jumped down, landing with a silent thud. He looked at you, wanting to follow. He wanted to see Kovu more than anything, his brotherly instincts returning to normal...

Bajiir stared at Rafiki a few moments, another new look showing in his eyes this time... A, strongly resolute look, like he is truly willing now, to do absolutely whatever it takes to keep his boys with him... But he looks down to Simba, and gives him a warm, tender, loving smile, as he pats his head. "Let's go see Kovu, and see how he's doing..." Purrs quietly, seeming mostly concerned with how Kovu is doing himself, more so then anything Simba might say to Rafiki. With a gentle purrrr, Bajiir moves over to the tree, and reaches out, grasping at the thick, hard bark of the tree. He digs his claws into the wood, and starts lifting himself up. As he does so, he gives Simba very prime view of his rump, letting him see how round, firm, muscular, and pert, his blue rumpcheeks are. As Simba watches, they flex, and tense here and there, as Bajiir uses his strength to start lifting himself up the tree with relative ease, his nudity making it very easy to take in all of his male form as he climbs upwards... After a little bit, he looks back at Simba, and gives him a gentle, serene kind of smile, as he flickers his prehensile tail downwards, twitching it in front of Simba's muzzle, clearly offering it as a bit of help, so Simba's climb up would be easier.

Simba's eyes dart from your tail and rump. His heart began pumping a little, obviously likening what he saw. Grabbing onto your tail, he made his accent up the tree with ease. Simba looked up at you, blushing slightly, but smiling warmly. He seemed ok with everything. His feelings, the love, and you. He snuggled your leg, grateful that you felt the same for him. His gaze then turned toward a small lump of brown fur sitting on a large leaf... back facing the both of them. Simba, despite a warning glance Rafiki, began walking toward Kovu. His brother seemed to be in some sort of pain. His head was slumped down, ears drown back, and his tail was wrapped tightly around himself. He made no movements whatsoever. A twinge of fear gripped the back of his mind, though it was not his own. As he was but a couple feet from Kovu, Simba made to speak... "Kovu... are you ok?"

Kovu slumped deeper, seeming to fall into a darker state, but he answered... "Yeah... I'm fine..." Simba knew his brother. He was not fine. Walking closer, he put his paw on his shoulder, and looked down at him. Kovu was shivering from the inside, which is why he hadn't noticed it before. A great deal of fear and confusion rushed through him, as if Kovu desperately wanted his brother to know what he was feeling... "Kovu?" Simba wanted to know so badly what was wrong...

With that, Kovu turned his head slowly... eyes closed. He seemed to be looking at Simba, without actually opening his eyes, which ran shills down Simba instantly. Something was coming. He didn't know what, but he knew it was big, and it wasn't going to be good. Simba braced himself as Kovu's eyes slowly opened... To Simba's horror, they soft, loving eyes that he had come to know in his brother were no longer there... well, at least not entirely. One eye, deep green and full of love, kindness, and hope stared into Simba. But the other... oh the other... It was a very deep shade of red. It was angry. Hateful. Lost. Confused. Full of so much pain. That other eye also stared at Simba. The poor cub switched his gaze from one eye to the other... and his heart started racing. Love... Hate... How could it exist in the same person...? Simba backed away a little, in a state of shear fear, and love too. He was so confused. Seeing that, Kovu looked past him, toward Rafiki, then you. Each eye rested softly, coldly, lovingly, hatefully, hopefully and doubtfully at you... Simba turned to you, a look of fear and complete loss in his face. 'Where is my brother?' ' What had you done to him?' Both questions were at the tip of his tongue. He wanted to scream them! But... he just sat...

Bajiir stared at Kovu impassively for several long moments, taking in his new appearance, the look of his gaze... Then, gently, somewhat weakly, yet still lovingly, he smiles at Kovu. Sighing softly, he scoots a bit closer to him, sitting more than close enough that he could reach out to hug him, or pet him, though he does neither. He looks down at Kovu, and sighs softly, as he looks into his eyes... making a soft, quiet whimper, "Kovu, I, I am so sorry, for whatever it is that I did that hurt you, that made you collapse like that... I hope you do understand, and believe, that I never had any intent of hurting you, and never would hurt you... If I could, I'd make sure you could never feel the pain life can sometimes inflict on you... But that's not something I can do..." Sighs, looking him up and down, his smile growing a bit more, "I am so happy to see, that you are physically ok, that I didn't seriously hurt you, or, anything else..." He hesitates a moment, looking into his eyes, like he's unsure of just what that means, if it's something he caused, if it's damage, or pain, he caused Kovu... But he smiles tenderly at him,

"It's, kind of appropriate, that your eyes are like that... I dearly hope it's not something I did, that, it's not some hurt, or damage, I caused you... But, well, all of us, you, me, and Simba, all of us, have love, and hate, inside of us... It's kind of appropriate, that your eyes show that now, that they show love, and hate... Because sometimes, they can be one in the same, other times, you can confuse one for the other..." Very slowly, Bajiir lifts his paw, and slowly, he reaches out, to scritch behind Kovu's ear, as he has always done before, giving him more than enough time to refuse his touch if he desires to. He murrs quietly, staring deep into Kovu's gaze, not looking away, not blinking, not looking upset by what he sees. "If you turn both eyes towards me, if both eyes, are how you feel about me... It doesn't matter, and it never will, Kovu... I loved you with all my heart the day you became my son, I love you with every fiber of my being now, and I will continue to love you, for as long as there is an ounce of life in my body, and I hope, beyond even that, I will continue to love you..." Sighs gently, smiling tenderly at Kovu, "I hope, that you love me too, Kovu... that, you understand, I never intended to hurt you, and, that I only want, the best for you, only want, for you to be happy, comfortable, safe, warm, and, to be loved..."

Kovu blinked at the sudden acceptance. He was talking with Rafiki for quite some time. He told Kovu of what had transpired, and where he was. Yet, throughout the whole conversation, there was a pain in Rafiki's voice. When he questioned him, he only frowned and walked away. Brining a turtle shell of water, he placed it before him, and told him to look. When he did, his fear that he had experienced in his life now dwindled to nothing as terror griped him. His Right eye, the red eye, was ablaze, a fire burning so deep within it. It pierced through him, tearing at his soul. There was a daemon in that eye. It was evil, dark, and very strong. But... In contrast, when he tore his gaze on his right eye, and turned it towards his other, the fear left him. His whole body relaxed, and a warm love cradled him. It was a deep comfort, and he welcomed it so greatly. When he brought up his eyes, and looked at Rafiki, he told the cub about his eyes... "My cub, my son, you have something within you. Something very special. I haven't seen it in years, but you are very lucky to have had this gift given to you. It might have been caused by the love you felt for your dad. It might have been the love you dad gave to you... But, you have been changed. Your eyes, what I call the Angel's Curse, are a blessing wrapped in thorns. I can't tell you much about them now, but in time, you will understand them..."

Now, Kovu looked up at you, eyes filling up with tears. He found himself ugly. His eyes repulsive. That no one could love such a beast. But your confession of love, still as strong as it was before, brought tears to his eyes. He cried loudly and leapt into your arms. "Daddy! I'm so sorry! I love you so much! I..." Kovu was crying too much to say more...

Bajiir smiled softly, and sighed as he wrapped his arms firmly around Kovu's body, holding him snugly, firmly, to himself... He purred quietly to himself, closing his eyes as he sighed, feeling an immense amount of relief. It seems that Kovu harbors no anger or resentment towards him for what happened. He seems to still love him as much as he always did, and perhaps more so, for which, Bajiir is hugely grateful... He purrrs, as he nuzzles the side of Kovu's head, lovingly, tenderly slurping his ear, as he murmured quietly to Kovu, "You have nothing to be sorry about, Kovu... Nothing at all. Just know I love you, and I always will, no matter what happens, no matter what colors your eyes are, or anything else..." Purrs, nuzzling him softly, sighing tenderly, smiling sincerely to himself, "Mmmm, you are Kovu, my son, and, perhaps much more than that, if, you want to be..." Murrs softly, rubbing his back, holding him firmly, lovingly, in his arms, not ever wanting to let go.

Simba who had watched all of this before him, seemed to breathe heavily. His breath was held from the very moment had backed away. He was ready for his whole world to collapse around him. But, now seeing the gentle, loving and very familiar brother crying in your arms, he could scene a strong familiarity with Kovu again. Feeling love, he gingerly walked up to you and Kovu. But as he did, a sound of something rattling caught his attention. Turning around, he saw Rafiki standing there. A shadow seemed to darkly loom over him. He looked ominous and somewhat evil. Simba stared into his eyes, for some odd reason, wanting to connect with the monkey... Unspeakingly, Rafiki urged Simba to come forward. He did so. The baboon turned to walk deeper into the tree. Simba followed. He didn't know what energy he felt, but it was very similar to the feeling he had before Kovu had opened his eyes for the first time. Simba was scared... scared for his innocence. He continued to walk, parting a branch and found a room inside the tree. The branches were thicker here, which made it seem much darker. Rafiki was sitting, legs crossed, and eyes looking at the young cub... They spoke. Rafiki told Simba things about Kovu that he wanted only him to know. Dark things. Fearful things. Things that made Simba tremble deep within himself. There was not much comfort or love in the discussion. Just harsh, sharp truth. Bitter in every way. Simba then left Rafiki, and again walked to you and Kovu, who had not yet noticed his absence, or so he thought. He sat up, a worried look in his eyes. But then he pushed it away, and smiled weakly, wanting to have his dad's attention again.

Bajiir nuzzles Kovu lovingly, then turns down to Simba, and smiles broadly at him, showing just as much love and affection as he has to Kovu. He purrrs quietly, as he turns around, sighing as he leans against the side of the tree. Reaching down, he wraps his arm around Simba, and pulls him up into the hug, to share it with Kovu. He sighs, nuzzling into them both, giving them both loving, tender slurps, and kisses...

With a soft rattle, Rafiki steps back into the room. He watches the three of us for a few moments, before he sighs, as he sits back on his haunches thoughtfully, easily drawing our attention without having to even try. He sits there, forebodingly, almost dangerously... before he finally speaks. "I have spoken with Kovu, and I understood what he had to say, about his family, and, about his father..." With that, he gave Bajiir the same look he gave him earlier, when he first brought Kovu here. But this time, Bajiir didn't shirk away from it. He sat there, meeting his gaze, as if daring Rafiki to try something... But instead, Rafiki glances down to Simba, and continues, "I believe I know what Simba would have to say about the subject, and that it likely wouldn't much differ from his brother's statement..." He crosses his arms some, staring at us, "Therefore, Bajiir, I shall present to you, a test."

Bajiir blinks, evidently surprised, cocking his head to the side, "A, test?"

Rafiki nods, staring sternly over at Bajiir. "Yes, in my experience, these kinds of things can either go very badly for the cubs, or, extremely well... To decide just what I should do about this, I need to understand your love for your boys. I cannot merely talk with you about it; that tells me nothing... I need, to test it..." He sits there, staring firmly at Bajiir for a few moments, before he makes a soft smile, "Well, you have all had a very long day... I would suggest that the three of you, go back to your den, and get some rest... Much of the day has already been used up, and I believe, that the three of you could use some rest to recover from all that has happened to you..."

Bajiir blinks, as he looks off to the side, and sees that, indeed, much of the day has indeed been used. It seemed to fly by, with so much happening, so much taking place... but it is already wearing on into late afternoon, before too long, the sun will go down. He sighs, as he looks back to Rafiki, looking as if he's unsure of what to say to all this.

Rafiki nods his head with a solemn promise behind it that soon everything would be made clear. Without a word, he looked toward Kovu, smiled lovingly at him, which was such a twist on his current mood. Then, he toward Simba, and gave him that same loving smile. Then... he met your eyes one last time. Sighing, he smiles a true and honest smile. One which could be easily seen that there was love behind it... but something more. Always something more. The baboon picked up his cane, and walked up the branches, disappearing without a single word. Simba was the first to speak... "Daddy, I think he's right. We should get home. It's going to be a long night."

Kovu also spoke, feeling better about things... "Yeah, I wanna go home too. I'm tired. It's been a long day... for all of us..." Kovu seemed unnaturally calm and ok with things. Perhaps he was hiding something within him, fearing that revealing something might turn out to be a mistake. Or perhaps it was his cub innocence, which kept him from a harmful world of complete worry and stress. It was hard to tell, but Kovu was obviously tired...

Bajiir smiled at his boys, and nodded his head, sighing as he gently picked them both up in his arms, murrring gently, as he holds them, as he carefully, gently, goes down the tree, and continues to carry them on his way back to the den. As he goes, he purrrs, smiling down at them, giggling quietly, as he sees them both make cute, open mouthed, tongue curling yawns, obviously quite tired out from the long day's events... He sighed gently, gently, lovingly holding them, and scritching them over, as he carried them along, careful to be gentle, and quiet, as he went... Seeing how his boys were slowly dropping off to sleep in his arms as he went. By the time he got to home, Bajiir purrred quietly, as he went inside the den, to his son's favorite sleeping spot. Gently, he squatted down, and laid them out on the floor. As he did so, they both murrred quietly, stirring just enough to shift themselves around, getting comfortable in their spot. They were close enough to each other that they could snuggle, but far enough apart that they were still more or less alone...

Bajiir sighed to himself, as he got up, and moved just a little bit away, sighing, as he laid down on some pelts, purrrring to himself, as he gets comfortable, making a soft, quiet yawn of exhaustion... Before he realizes it, he drops off to complete, utter, exhausted sleep....
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It feels like an eternity later, but Bajiir moans softly, churrring to himself, as he stretches, and purrrs, slowly coming to, slowly waking up. He sighs, as he sits up, blinking his eyes open as he looks around, taking everything in... Then, he gasps to himself! Not only is it still night, very solidly night time... It has to be at least 3 or 4am right now, if not 1 or 2am! But more importantly then that, everything seems, huge, compared to himself... As he looks around, Bajiir realizes, he's very near his sleeping spot, but, he doesn't see anything else there... just his sleeping pelt, and off in the distance, the sleeping forms of his cubs. He shivers, as he looks down at himself, gasping, as he sees what he already somehow knew to be true... He was a mouse! A nicely sized, fluffy, cuddly, plump looking little mouse.... Exactly the kind his sons would most love to see. He moans, shivering to himself, somehow knowing in his heart, and his mind, that this is Rafiki's test... Turning him into a mouse, and seeing what he did as a result...

As you stood there, heart pounding in the dead of night, you hear a soft groan come from the shelf where the cubs slept. As you turned, the darkness grew much more intense, even to a point where you could no longer see the cubs. Just black empty space. A dark completely void of any light... But... There was something...

Although you could not see the cub getting slowly up, rising from its deep sleep, something from inside that black emanated back to you. A soft green light. It was very sensual. Calming. Welcoming. But as soon as you conceived that light, another light was created. Red.. Dark, soul piercing blood red. It bore out like a deep roaring flame, flicking with hate, malice and pure anger. The eyes shifted around the room. They seemed to create spotlights, scanning the dark room with eager curiosity. Then, to your horror, the eyes rested on you. The green one first. Then the red. Back to the green. It continually switched back and forth, seeming to fight over who got to look at you. Then, as if some twist of fate had conspired your ultimate doom, the one green eye, your only hope for salvation, shimmered. It wavered slightly, then turned... red... A quite hissing sound, like that of a snake emitted from the center of those lights. But you knew from experience from being around your cubs that a sound like that came from anger. A hiss of fear, anger and hate.

The eyes rose, and plopped onto the ground. They were followed quickly by a pair or soft blue eyes, rich with curiosity and love. They too bobbled up and down, and landed on the floor with a rumble. They both began walking toward you, their bodies completely cast in shadows. As Kovu stepped into the moon light that filtered into the cave, you could see a snarl. His teeth were bared and nothing but rage was seen in those red eyes of his. As Simba made his way into the silver light, you could see compassion, love, honesty, and a need to protect. They both continued to walk...

Bajiir whimpered to himself, moaning, and gasping... Feeling, a deep, instinctive fear and terror about his predicament... about how his sons were looking at him, knowing, exactly what it is they view mice as... because he taught them that himself... He moaned, staring up at his boys, but even as he did so, he shivered, and groaned, blushing to himself, as he started thinking, of how this was basically his fantasy, one of his dreams, to be a mouse around his sons, and, to experience, what it is they experience in the tender, hungry, predatory mercies... He moans, staring up at them, looking back and forth, unsure of which he should go to, but knowing he has to make a choice... Then, something, in the back of his mind, tells him that he should go to Kovu first.... That Simba, will be taken care of himself, soon enough...

He moans, as he slowly gets up, and with an eager, nervous, excited, fearful tremble, he starts moving towards Kovu... Panting as he stares up at those eyes, groaning to himself, blushing more, as he feels his little mouse member, eagerly starting to grow to full attention and arousal... he shivers, wondering what his son is going to do with him, though he has fair idea... He moans, as he keeps walking towards Kovu, something no other mice has ever done that Kovu can recall... and then, he sits down at his footpaws... With a soft shiver, he leans down, and nuzzles against his toes, giving them a loving, tender, mousey kiss... before he shivers, slowly looking up, letting his eyes trail up that massive, moonlit body, up towards Kovus face, as he makes a soft squeak, staring up at him, his mouse member standing at full attention.... whether his son will see it, is another matter, and not one he's in the lest bit worried about, he has much better things to think about ^^

Kovu looked down at you, his eyes beaming on you, somewhat pinning you in place. As you rub softly on his paw, his eyes shimmered green for a brief second, then reverted. He thought he felt the love of his father brush the tendrils of his conscious, but it was a short lived experience. He leaned down, flicked you with his paw slightly, and enjoyed watching you roll across the floor, now in perfect distance away from him to be nabbed up by his maw... But he did not. He found it much more fun to play with you, hoping to entice fear from you. Something those red eyes made obvious. His paw rested softly on your body, then it flicked you hard, sending you spinning in place. He then swatted you again, bring you closer to him. An evil laughter escaped him, not at all character of the loving Kovu you knew...

Bajiir couldn't help but yelp, and squeak, in surprise, and instinctive fear, every time he was carelessly swatted, or flicked around like that... Feeling utterly helpless at the power of his son Kovu... As he recovered, he sat back up, and stared up at the huge, imposing form of his son... He moans, and trembles softly in instinctive fear, feeling afraid of the power, cruelty, and uncaringness his son is showing towards him... But at the same time, reveling in it, loving it... He's a mouse he knows, and, he always loved how his two boys treated their food... A big part of him is quite happy, that Kovu is playing with him some, before he eats him... He moans, wishing he could speak, but whether because all mice cannot speak, or simply because he doesn't know how to speak in this form, he finds he can't say anything... So, he gets up, and with an excited, eager mousey churrrrrrr, he approaches Kovu again, going between his forelegs, murrrrring, as he leans up, and seems to hug at that somewhat soft, cubbishly plump, low-slung lion belly. He moans, nuzzling against it, churrrrrring in bliss at the soft feel of it... knowing that earlier today, a single mouse gave up its life to Kovu's stomach, to his hunger... and that Kovu has almost certainly forgotten that mouse, as he will forget about this one soon enough.... And yet, he knows his son must be pretty hungry, and, he wants to satisfy that hunger, so badly... Once Kovu is ready to eat him, but until then, he murrrs, loving every second of this, as he nuzzles to his stomach, and looks up along his body, giving what looks very much like an excited, mousey smile.

Kovu again cocks his head. This wasn't the fear he had wanted from his prey. In fact, for an instant, he thought he felt... love... No. This won't do! Kovu took a step back, ripping you from your embrace. He then eyed you carefully, scrutinizing how to best instill fear. Then, his eyes began to glow. Brighter than before. The fire from within them seemed to be ablaze as fury, anger, rage...evil, emanated from them. He slowly bent down, eyes meeting yours. His face was but a fraction of an inch away, his nose flaring as breaths came out in short spurts. Then, Kovu's lips parted... Slowly, two rows of perfectly sharp, pearly white daggers formed in front of you, growing wider and wider as Kovu's malicious grin spread. The dark malice of the daemon leaped in and out of his eyes as his cruel smile reached an apex, revealing a true and utter horror to any confronting it. This was not Kovu. This was another cub. One full of lust, desire, and a ravenous hunger. As he smiled evilly at you, you could feel wind drawing toward you as he sucked in air... His teeth then separated, showing off a drooling wet tongue, curled back high in its maw. Saliva formed and poled around it as the last bit of air was taken in. Then, a thunderous blast emitted from the cub, barreling a roar so loud and deafening... it was the essence of fear. Kovu closed his mouth, squinted his eyes, and watched you carefully, ready to drink in any fear you secreted...

Bajiir sat there, frozen from the sight, and the sounds, he had just witnessed. Not to mention the smell of Kovu's young breath, after that roar of his had blasted around him. He moaned quietly to himself, shivering, giving off a strong sense of fear, of mortal terror... and yet, at the same time, he gives off a sense of pure, delight, lust, and even love... Before he can even realize what he's doing, the little mouse suddenly speaks up, the first mouse to ever speak to Kovu... "Ohhh... you are, so incredible, so impressive... you are, amazingly terrifying, sir cub... But, you are so amazing as well..." Shivers, and moans, making a soft squeak of fear, and uncertainty, as he smiles up at you, "Ohhh... I knew, that you would be terrifying, and that meeting you, would certainly be the end of me... But, I wanted so badly to meet you, to, admire you, and, to make you feel wonderful, and very good.... Before, I willingly offer myself to you as, food... I know that's how you see me, and, I want to be your food, cub... But, I want to make you feel, incredible, however I can, before that..." Shivers, blushing some, "Mmm, if, you want me to be scared of you, to beg for my life, to beg you not to eat me, and not to send me to a painful death inside your stomach, I willl... But, I really desire this, that's why I came here, tonight, masterful, great young cub..." Shivers, and groans, staring at you, looking almost as surprised at his having spoken, as Kovu surely is, and yet, he still looks very excited, very aroused, and, quite fearful all the same...

Surprisingly, Kovu took this odd monologue from a once silent mouse very well. His eyes did not once look away, drilling deep holes into your body. In a low, deathly ominous tone, Kovu made a grunt of satisfaction. He sat up, then grabbed you with his paw, gripping tightly on your tail. He spun you around till you faced him, then brought you closer. Eyeing you with both curiosity and anger, he smiled, and parted his lips once more... The daggers presented themselves to you once more, shimmering gleams of moonlight off them. But they did not remained closed long enough to solicit another deadly grin. No, this time, the snapped open. He brought his paw high in the air, and dangled you freely above his now wide open maw. His tongue wriggled and salivating eagerly. The stench of rotting flesh, mouse snacks and death was now very prominent in the air. As you hung, only a mere foot above your soon to be tomb, Kovu spoke one, simple word, confining your fate in all its splendor...

"Beg..."

He then slowly started to lower you, inch by ever closing inch..

Groans, moans, and gasps as he finds himself dangling over Kovu like that, staring down into the depths of his warm, slick, salivating, toothy, deadly looking maw... that strangely wonderful scent of rotting, digesting flesh, and death, rising up towards him and surrounding him... He groans quietly to himself, panting as he stares down into that maw, trembling. "Ohhhh, sir cub... You have, such a perfect, incredible, great maw... It is breath taking, and beautiful! And, I can smell the scent of your diet... I can smell, all those other mice that got to die for you..." Shivers, trembling, and moaning in desire as he stares into that slick maw. "Ohhh, please, dear cub... Please, I beg you, don't eat me just yet! Please, I beg you, let me admire, and worship, your perfect, great body... Please, let me pleasure you, make you feel incredible, and perfect, before, I get to give myself up as your meal! I beg you, dear cub, don't eat me just yet... Please, let me stay with you, a little longer, and earn the right to worship you!"

Through the wide mouth, you could see a grin resurface, finding pleasure in the begging and worshiping you gave him. He loved it. Relished it. Needed more! A soft chucked grew from the cub, emanating a fearless and overpowering aurora. He didn't want to please you. He wanted to please himself. And there was only one way to do that... Kovu stopped his paw, hanging you only but an inch from the mouth. This was Kovu's favorite part. Planting the seeds of false hope into his victims. He began to raise you up again, seeming to grant your wish. He closed his mouth, and grasped you by your body. Bringing you closer to his face once more, he silently waited to be "worshiped".

He murrrred, and groaned to himself, panting as he stared down at you, smiling hugely, churrrrring in bliss, "Ohhhh, you are, such a perfect, great, wonderful cub... sir... I have admired you a long time, I have always thought, you were incredibly beautiful, sexy, and perfect...." blushes, "I always thought, that all those mice you ate without care, wre so incredibly lucky to become your food!" Groans, and trembles, blushing all the more, and for some reason, he finds himself saying... "Ohhhh, and, there are a few more mice who feel the same as me... Once in a while, one of us will show himself to you, and we will do our best to utterly pleasure you, before we let you make us your food!" Trembles, and moans, staring at Kovu, panting in desire as he stares at his lips.... "Please

Kovu's moth snapped open, and he tossed you inside, cutting you off mid sentence...

Yelps in surprise, then groans in delight, as he finds himself being tossed into that sexy, slick, salivating, wonderful maw of his beloved son.... Knowing that very soon now, he's going to be eaten, that he's going to get digested alive, and that he's going to be utterly used up, and forgotten, by Kovu... He moans, panting as he finds himself on that warm, slick, salivating tongue... With an eager churrrr, and tremble, he nuzzles against the tongue, staring around, growling in desire as he starts to explore inside of this maw as best he can, "Ohhhh, dear cub, I love your maw so very very much... It's, so perfectly, beautiful! I've wanted to go inside of here, for so long!"

Kovu relished in the thought that the poor mouse had but a few more minutes left to live. As you plopped down on his wet tongue, his jaws slammed shut, creating a very audible explosion, rattling everything inside. Kovu smiled very widely, laughing to himself as he started bobbing his head up and down, viciously shaking you about. His wasn't swallowing any drool either, which began to take its desired effect. The mouth was now waste deep in saliva.

Bajiir moaned, and gasped to himself, trembling, churrrring, and moaning to himself, feeling just absolutely amazing inside of Kovu's maw like this. He had always tried to imagine how it was to be inside of the mouth of his sexy, beloved, predatory cub, to be a mouse that was soon to end its life as food for Kovu's hungers, and his pleasures... He churrrs, and moans, trembling to himself, just loving how predatory, and uncaring, Kovu is towards his prey... how he basks in their fear, and how he seems to bask in the knowledge that he is soon to take their lives... He isn't sure if Kovu knows what happens to mice inside of his body, but he certainly knows that they die after he eats them!

He groans, and pants to himself, as he squirms, and shifts around inside of this warm, very saliva slick maw of his, doing his best to move around, to explore the depths of his maw. Without even realizing it, he finds himself rubbing, and grinding his hot, hard mousey cock against Kovu's tongue, savoring every part of this, as he moans, and calls out, for his son's pleasures, "Ohhhh, you wonderful, great cub! Ohhh, it is a great pleasure to be your food! Ohhh, but, I am so afraid now, I know I am going to die very soon... and, I don't think you care! I think you like it! Ohhh, it's so terrifying, to be your food, Kovu... but, I still want this, please, enjoy me, and, eat me! It's what a mouse like me deserves!"

The tongue whipped about wildly as you continued to pleasure yourself inside this increasingly sexy and perfect maw. He knew nothing of your actions, nor the intentions behind them, Kovu continued to wriggle his head. The sloshy drool gurgled around you as you were tossed from side to side. Soon, Kovu stopped moving his head, and decided to go for his next favorite tactic, his own pleasure. He has always harbored secret fantasies for each and every mouse he ate. The daemon inside him though took those fantasies, wrought them clean of purity, and refreshed them with dark intentions. Kovu began to get lustrously horny. He sat down on his rump, tail wagging with delight. His tongue, wet with drool, hungry for a new pleasure, rose behind you. It then began to lick you. Every bit of you. Head, ears, face, mouth, belly, feet... but, he stopped his journey when his smooth dripping tongue rested between your legs. Kovu felt your member poking out. This fed the inner demon. The tongue pressed hard down on it. It licked ravishously, taking in every taste, sensation, and pleasure it could. Every squeak brought him closer to ecstasy. Every moan that came from you dragged him closer to complete bliss from you. He licked over your tiny mouse cock, loving the feel of it, probing hard and tightly against the rest of your body. Kovu knew no personal boundaries now. It was all a game, which he was winning ever so much... Soft, sensual moans came from the depths of Kovu as he attacked your mousehood. His tongue caressed over your smooth sack, cupping with surprising precision your little balls, wriggling them around ever so slightly... Kovu was reaching into a pleasure never felt before, and you were his toy at which he used so vigorously. You were his, and nothing you could say could stop his actions...

Moans, and churrrrrs in aroused bliss, panting to himself as he moved and squirmed around some more on that warm, slick, salivating tongue of Kovu's... Basking in how he's toying with him, pleasuring him, and pleasuring himself... He knows that he's nothing but a toy to Kovu, and that soon, he'll be nothing but another eaten mouse in the depths of his sexy wonderful young belly... and he loves that, he loves that he's going to be a meal for his beloved son, and that, he finally gets to experience what life is like as a mouse-treat for his sons... He gasps, and moans inside of the depths of those jaws, smelling the rotting, wonderful breath around him, staring at those teeth, and listening to those moans booming up from that pulsing, dark abyss of his throat. He shivers, groans, then suddenly squeaks out a roar of desire, as he starts to blast, and shoot, his thick sticky mouse cum all over Kovu's maw, letting him taste the extra flavorings that he's giving him... He trembles, and moans, as he tries to ready himself, convinced that Kovu is about to gulp him down like the food he is... now that he's cummed...

Kovu's eyes widened, a new fear gripping him. Something about the new flavor brought him back to a past terror that he had to endure. His eyes shimmered, glistening in tears, changing from green to red to green. His heart was beginning to melt, not understanding what the hell was going in inside him. Visions of his father flashed in his mind. Loving images. Raging, hateful images. At seeing hate, Kovu's eyes returned back to red. There was an anger welling up from deep within him, somehow fueled by the thought of his father. Whether they were conscious or not, Kovu wasn't able to discern. Despite his struggle to push the daemon from him, he lost, and he returned to the task at hand... He tipped his head back, wanting to end this as soon as possible, unsure that if he kept the mouse in his maw any longer, he'd be able to restrain the urge to rip it to ribbons violently with his own teeth. The thought scared him, yet, tendrils in the back of his mind created a sense of excitement, like it would be... fun... The blood. The gore... The death... No! He can't. Tipping his head back all the way, his throat widened as he felt you tumble head over heels down and off his tongue, resting in the opening in his tube to his stomach... He began to swallow...

Bajiir yelped as he felt himself getting gulped back, as he felt that tongue powerfully, inexorably, shoving him back towards that pulsing, greedy, ravenous gullet... He churrrs, and moans, completely unaware of Kovu's inner struggle, only knowing that he's being eaten, and, of how incredibly happy he is to become food for his son. He moans, as he finds himself staring out into that warm, slick, salivating maw of Kovu's from the far back, as he starts to descend downwards. Letting out a sharp moan, he cries out in very apparant bliss, "Ohhhh, Kovu, this is so wonderful! Eat me, send me down to your stomach! I hope to make you feel incredible, as you're digesting me, as I am dying for you! Ohhh, I am so happy, to become your food!" Pants, and gasps, as he feels that hot, slick, powerful gullet beginning to squeeze, and press all around him, feeling so powerful, crushing some of the air from his lungs, though he knows that he'll get to Kovu's stomach unharmed, to await his digestive fate inside the wonderful, predatory, greedy stomach of his young boy... He groans, and churrrs, amazed at how happy he feels, even when he's facing what, he sees, as the grim maws of death coming up to meet him...

Kovu had closed his eyes tight. He heard your words. Your pleads of pleasure. Everything. And no matter how much he wanted to push it out of him mind, the image of his dad pulsated in him violently. He couldn't understand why such an image would be here, at this, the best time of the meal. Yet, as his throat began to contract, he thought not of the helpless mouse, trapped in the squeezing walls of his throat. But instead of his father, crying out in help, not wanting to die a horrible death. He didn't know what the hell was going on! He pushed his eyes even tighter, trying his hardest to expel everything but pleasure from his mind... It wasn't working... Then, his mind returned to anger. He found a slight comfort there. He found a wall that blocked everything else. The fear. The confusion. The anguish of his dying father, now traveling toward impending doom. No, he liked it there, as he felt safe behind those walls of fire. There he sat, inside his mind, brooding on the anger, spite, darkness and malice that whirled like insane flames around him. He gulped again, sending you down faster through the walls leading to his stomach. Pictures of his dad dropping into his gullet, living there for eternity, somehow... enthralled him, and he wanted it to come faster than it was going. He swallowed faster, harder, feeling the squirming lump move relentlessly down his neck, throat, and eventually, his stomach...

Bajiir groaned, and gasped to himself, panting as he felt those walls squeezing, and pressing, around him with such power, such strength, such wonderful predatory greed... he moaned, and churrred to himself as he squirmed around some, panting, and gasping to himself, as he slid further and further down, still unaware of Kovu's mental anguish or troubles, sure that he'd given his son a great deal of pleasure in being his mousey-thing, in being a tasty bit of food for him to eat up without thought or care... He groaned, gasping as he felt himself press against a powerful, tight, muscular sphincter for a few moments, before, with a squelch, it opened up wide, unceremoniously depositing him into the slick, glistening, dark cavern of Kovu's stomach... A small bit of light still filtered through his flesh, making it possible for Bajiir to explore around, to see what he could see, deep inside of here... He moaned, panting to himself, as he eagerly started to move around inside of his son's stomach, eager to explore one place he's never before seen, one place, he has imagined so very very many times before now... All Kovu can feel, is the pleasure of something moving, and shifting around, inside of his stomach... the pleasure, of yet another life trapped in the depths of his digestive tract. He knows that soon, those slight movements, will pick up in intensity, and become, truly something to enjoy.... but for now, it's relatively peaceful in his stomach....

Kovu's eyes opened slightly as he felt the last bit you drop inside his stomach. The walls around him seemed to waver, shrink before him. His left eye shimmered, reflected the light of the moon and reverted back to a soft, loving gentle green. Kovu let out a deep sigh. As the last of the hate and anger left him, he felt exposed all of the sudden. Cold. Wrong... Guilty. What had happened to me? What happened?! Kovu began crying softly, as he turned, and jumped up onto the pelt where he once slept only a few minutes ago. He wanted to return to his dreams. He wanted to feel love, happiness, peace. No more anger. No more... His eyes drooped shut, forcing one last tear out before his wish was granted, giving him sleep...

Simba, who had remained completely silent, watch each and every detail in the silver moonlight. There was something different about him. He did not move to attend to his brother. He felt no compassion. His face was lit only by a faint, distant smile. It was though full of love, kindness and happiness. His eyes glowed softly in the night, the hues of blue emanating thoughts of eternal love, complex love that only those who know and understand the meaning of life can understand. It's deep, and very meaningful. From within him, one could hear a soft hum, as if he was singing to himself. He appeared so at peace, but so still. He waited. He waited just as Rafiki told him to. His eyes now rested on a small bit of movement in the cave. A small mouse... a cute little mouse...
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The mouse moaned, and blinked as he looked around... he gasped to himself, feeling shocked at where he was... wasn't he just on his sleeping pelt? After spending several moments fretting about this, Bajiir turns, and gasps, as he sees his son, sitting not too far away... He moaned quietly to himself, and he blushed, purrrring quietly in his desires... He, was nervous about being a mouse, but at the same time, he felt so, happy, and excited, to get to live out his fantasy, of seeing what it's like to be a mouse around his boys.... He groans, feeling strongly drawn over towards Simba... Purrring to himself, he very quickly gets up, and scampers over towards Simba, not noticing if he's paying attention to him or not. He purrs quietly, blushing harder, as he slows down, and sits back a little bit, showing off just how, cute, fluffy, plump, and, tasty, he looks... He murrs, staring down at Simba's rump, at the base of his muscular tail....

He murrrs, blushing, as he slowly gets down, and slowly crawls over towards his rump.... For as long as he can remember, one of the parts of his sons, that Bajiir found the sexiest, and most beautiful looking, were their butts.... He purrred quietly, thinking that, perhaps, as a mouse, he could get a good look at Simba's... and, perhaps, show him a very special, wonderful time... before he's eaten... he gasps softly at that thought, amazed he is so, eager, and willing, to become food for his son... But then again, that always had been such a strong fantasy for him... He purrrrs, moaning quietly, as he starts to gently nose at the base of Simba's tail, obviously trying to nuzzle his way beneath it, obviously, trying his best, to get to his rump.... This mouse, is acting very VERY different, from any mouse Simba has ever seen before....

Simba had noticed you, but made no apparent attempt to growl, grin menacingly, bare his teeth, or entice fear in you, as the former cub had done so swiftly. This time around, Simba just looked over at you with curiosity, a sweet smile still his most prominent feature. He giggled to himself as you inched your way to his tail, which was slowly swishing around, careful not to disrupt you. The sound was reminded you of silk, soft, smooth, gentle and very appealing. Simba purred quietly as he watched silently, obviously not wanting you to stop.

Murrrs, and moans softly, blushing as he felt the warm, soft, silky texture of Simba's fur.... He churrred quietly to himself, groaning quietly, as he kept nuzzling at his rump, churrring gently, as he slowly starts sliding his nose under his tail, murrring, as he starts trying to nuzzle his way further under. As he does so, he blushes intensely, realizing that if Simba hadn't noticed him before, he will very soon, and, also realizing, that it's going to be hard to get under his rump, with Simba sitting on it right now... But still, he keeps nuzzling under it, and making soft, eager, mousey churrrrrrs

Instinct told Simba to rest on his side. He wasn't sure why. Perhaps the mouse wanted something. He felt more than happy to oblige the little mouse whatever comfort it desired. He found it cute, and in need of something. Simba felt compassion well up inside him. He bent down, moving his paws from beneath him. He then softly plopped down onto his stomach, where the cold floor of the cave had no effect through his fur. He then shifted to his side, letting his legs and arms stretch lazily in front of him. All the while, he kept a watchful, but playful eye on you... His tail swished again, playfully brushing the tip of it on your back. Simba giggled again, finding you so cute and adorable.

He churrrrs, and blushes, as he watches Simba lay on his side for him like this... He purrrs quietly, watching for a few moments, letting him slowly lay down on his side like that. As soon as it is clear that Simba is relaxing, he grins hugely, and churrrrrs, as he moves closer to his rump, purrrring at the sight of those firm, round, beautiful rumpcheeks of his... And with a soft groan, he leansup, lovingly, gently, pressing his little mousepaws onto his rumpcheek, to clean up, and try to get as close as he can to that tailhole of his... he moans, shivering, as he stays there for several long moments, staring at that warm, tight, powerful, puckered tailhole of Simba's... Staring at the folds of wrinkled flesh of this orifice, basking in its beauty, and, in his very delightful, naughty thoughts about exactly what it is that Simba uses it for, of how all those mice he's eaten, come back out into the world here eventually... He churrrs, sniffing at the tailhole, basking in the thick, earthy, masculine, wonderful musky scent that emanates off of it, mixed with the faint, rotted scent of mouse... He groans, and shivers, churrrrring as he leans up, giving that tailhole a deep, loving, passionate kiss.... pressing almost his whole face against it, as he churrrs. Slowly, he pulls back, then blushes furiously, knowing that Simba knows he's here... "Mmmmm, ohhhh, you are, such a wonderful, incredible cub.... And, you have, such a perfect, beautiful butt... ^^ Thank you so much, for letting me see it, and, admire, and, worship it! Purrrrr.... I've been admiring you a very very long time... I've, wanted so badly, to come out here, to meet you, and, to make you feel wonderful.... ^^"

Simba's eyes perked open at the feeling of your cold little nose entering his tiny tailhole. It startled him slightly. Leaning up, he wanted to look over at you, a new curiosity in his eyes. Inquiring eyes were met with your fist monologue, and he gingerly smiled and blushed at the compliments you were giving him. He didn't seem to mind the fact that you were talking. He figured, as long as you had nice things to say, what's wrong with a mouse talking? Simba layed back down, his eyes meeting up at the full moon, enjoying its beauty it possessed. Reflected off from them, the glow of the moon in Simba's eyes, mixed with the blue light already glowing from within them, created a most dazzling combination of mystery, love, passion, purity and oneness. Simba laughed softly, still blushing. He never took his eyes off the moon as he spoke " Thank you... I didn't know mice liked lions. Even a cub like me." Closing his eyes, he spoke even softer; a voice filled with kindness and love "What else do you like about me?"

Murrrrrs and blushes, feeling bashful, and yet excited. He murrrrs, and giggles eagerly, giving Simba a huge, eager, excited grin, "Purrrrr, I love, everything about you! I love your sweet, gentle, loving nature... I love your tenderness... I love, every part of your beautiful body.... Your butt, your paws, your beautiful stomach..." blushes, "Mmm, that, beautiful mouth of yours, though I've not gotten to see it much really...." Groans, and trembles, panting as he beams all the wider at you, "And, I really, really, love how you, play, with us mice, before you eat us!" Trembles, looking so excited he can hardly contain it, and, naturally, nervous as well... "Mmmm, that is part of why I came to you, sir cub.... I, know I am a mouse, and that to a great, wonderful, perfect cub like you, I am merely food.... But, I want that! I want to be your food!" murrrs, beaming hugely at him, "I want to play with you, sir cub! I want to play with you as long as I can, have fun with you.... I want to, worship you, make you feel very happy and then, I want to become your food.... I want to give my life to you, and, feed you, with myself, my body.... I know, you would love eating me, right?"

Simba laughed aloud this time, finding the manner of the mouse a little odd, but fun nonetheless. He smiled, and got to his feet. He turned and faced toward you, plopped down, and spoke to you at eye level "Yes. I'd love to eat you my little friend." His tone of voice was very soft and warm. There was no threatening fierceness behind it. It sounded oh so sweet to your little mouse ears. "But first, you'll have to do something for me. My name is Simba. I'm flattered by your kindness in calling me sir, but, I like my name best. Think you can use it?" Simba's eyes closed as he smiled broadly and kinda goofily at you. He awaited a response before granting any of your other desires

He churrrrs, and moans softly as he finds himself staring up into those beautiful, blue eyes of yours.... that muzzle, and those lips, of his so close.... Then he makes an even more intense, deep churrr and gasp of very evident pleasure, as he hears Simba say how he'd love to eat him.... in such a calm, matter-of-fact, yet sweet, loving manner.... he moans, and churrrs, as he reaches out, starting to lovingly, gently, rub over the top of his nose, as he shivers, and murrrs, blushing, "Mmmm, y-yes, Simba.... I would love to use your name, for you..." Purrrs, and shivers, beaming at him, "Mmm, I knew, you would love to eat me... I bet, you would feel wonderful, making me food, huh?"

He groans quietly, trembling, seeming to be so excited, and aroused, at the thought of his impending doom as Simba's food, and Simba's attitude about it, and about his willingness, as well... He churrrs, and beams widely at Simba, "But, before you do that to me, I'd love, so much, to play with you, to worship you, and, to make you feel, really really, good! Purrr.... ^^ I want you to, to feel really happy, before I become your food... and, I'd love, to talk with you a whole lot too, Simba! Since, this will be my only chance in my life, to talk with you...." Murrrs, and pants, looking more and more excited, as he grins at Simba, like meeting him, pleasuring him, playing with him, then becoming food in his belly, is all very much a dream come true!

Simba giggled once more, breathing the bittersweet breath of lifeless mass toward you. The same stench of death lingered behind his breath as Kovu's, but this had an indescribable sweetness behind it. Like the love felt towards those other mice was being mixed out of them as well. He beamed down at you, and smiled. "Yes... But first. Tell me your name. I want to call it... if the occasion should ever arise." There was a flush behind Simba's cheeks, as if he was picturing just such an occasion where his name might need to be screamed out in pleasure, or moaned in ecstasy. Again, Simba smiled, awaiting an answer...

Purrrrs, shivering as he basks in that wonderful predatory scent... Loving the death and decay on his breath, from all those mice whose lives were taken by this sexy, sweet, loving, predatory Simba.... He purrrs, knowing that soon, his digesting scent will mix in with theirs, while Simba continues to live his sweet playful life, playing his games, and enjoying himself, not thinking twice about the mice he ate up... Bajiir purrrrrs, and blushes, panting quietly as he beams up at his massive son, knowing he couldn't use his own name.... "Mmmmm, Simba, my name is Boje... ^^ I am so happy, to be yours..." purrs, and steps closer, leaning down, to lovingly nuzzle against his nose, and his black, slick lips, moaning as he obviously sniffs at his breath. "Mmmm, I belong to you now, Simba.... I am your pet, and your slave, for as long as you want me to be, and, of course, your friend... ^^ Mmmm, we'll have, a whole lot of fun together!"

Simba was enthralled at all the attention and love he was receiving from his new found friend. He parted his lips, teeth, then extended his tongue. It was wet, warm, and very pleasurable. It landed square on your belly, covering half your face. He then retracted it, bring his head up, causing the slick tongue to pull you up with it, your body, face, everything, dragged slowly down it, covering you in a thin coat of drool. After landing back on the floor with a squishy thud, Simba smiled at you. "Heh, now we're friends." Without saying much of anything, he brought he paws in front of him once more, getting up slowly and sensually, then turned, facing his back, and rump, toward you. With a silent motion, he rested back on the floor, looking shyly back at you. His cute little tail cutely wrapped around your body, caressing it gently, then pulled it toward his tail hole, letting go with you only but an inch or so away. He giggled again "I first found you here Boje, I think it's only fair to start where you left off. Please me... make those promises you told me of a reality..." Simba then turned to look back at the moon, which never once changed its position in the sky, since you first woke up with Kovu. He found such awe and beauty in it. He knew he could stare at it for eternities. His tail swished up, resting peacefully on his back, giving you a more than perfect view and entrance to the cub's sexy, virgin, tight tailhole. Simba's little claws extended, gripping the stone floor in joyous preparation in what was to come...

He moans, gasping as he watches Simba open up wide right before his eyes, and then press that warm, slick, wonderful tongue against him... he groans, and trembles, loving the feel of it, the texture of his slick wonderful tongue... and can't help but immediately wonder, how tasty he is to Simba... He moans, as he plops to the floor, laying on his back, panting, and trembling in evident bliss, his front fairly soaked in cub saliva, as he stares up at Simba. Then, he churrrrrrs, as he watches Simba slowly, seductively, turn around like that... and start to bring him up, so very close, to that perfect hole of his... He groans, and trembles, gasping, as he slowly reaches his paw out, to start gently rubbing it over the fur of Simba's rumpcheek, as he stares at that, to him, large, sexy, tight, virgin, wrinkled, puckered tailhole.... He groans, feeling, delighted, at how unknowingly naughty Simba has been, not only showing him that perfect hole, but taunting him with what Bajiir knows, is going to be his final exit from Simba's body once he's been used up.

He groans, trembling, and cooing to himself, "Ohhh.... Simba... Your butt, is absolutely perfect, and beautiful.... Ohhh... thank you, so very very much, for letting me start back here again..." He groans, as he slowly slides closer, staring most intently at that hole, churrring as he can feel the warmth coming off of it, and can smell the thick, humid, waves of musk that emanate from that orifice... He shivers, and churrrs, as he stares at it, taking in its pink color, the gentle, yet powerful, looking folds in his flesh, how it looks so, smooth, while at the same time so textured... He groans, gasping even more, as he starts to find evidence of Simba's diet, and of his tailhole's use... He can find little bits of waste, still stuck in the folds of his sweet, innocent little hole. And more tantalizingly, he can see a couple small, mouse bones lodged in the folds of his tailhole as well, taunting him with his fate, taunting and teasing him, with what Simba has done, perhaps unknowingly, to all those mice before him... He churrrrrs, feeling dirty for loving these things, and yet, at the same time, feeling wonderful about it...

With a deep, growling moan, he literally attacks that pucker, giving the deepest recess of it a deep, passionate, loving kiss, burying his face into that warm, slightly moist, very musky, and somewhat unclean, tailhole of Simba's... He churrrs, as he kisses it for several long moments, then with a purrr, he leans back, and starts to instead passionately, eagerly, lick, slurp, and nuzzle, at every part of his tailhole that he can... "Ohhhh, gods, Simba! Your tailhole is so incredible! Ohhh.... I love it, I adore it! Mmmm, and, I can see, that you didn't clean back here quite well enough! Mmm, that is what I am here for, I will make you feel SO incredibly good, and, make you perfectly, beautifully clean at the same time!"

Moans, as he keeps running that warm, slick, tender, smooth tongue of his all over Simba's tailhole, giving it attention, worship, and love, like never before.... Since, in his kitty self, Bajiir always resisted these urges as best he could... He groans again, "Ohhh, Simba! How do you feel, knowing that, your new little mouse friend, loves your butt SO much, and, loves everything about your tailhole, and what it does? Mmmm.... you're such a perfect cub, with such a perfect rear!"

By now, Simba's eyes were already closed tight, rippling waves of sheer pleasure running through his lower half. Never in his life has he felt so much joy. Little pants and gasps came out of him, accented by very quite murrs and moans. He was in a world never before visited, and never wanted to leave. His paws gripped the stone tighter... "Boje... Oh God Boje… that feels so... so perfect... Please, deeeeper. Go deeper, please..." His sentences seemed to almost beg for more, his body not wanting enough. Simba's tail, which was on his back, now rested on the floor, inching its way involuntarily to you. Its tip twitched in joy and contentment...

He churrrrs, and shivers himself, his body trembling quite powerfully in his own insatiable desires for Simba's rear end, being egged on even more by Simba's pleas and words... With a moan of desire, he keeps slurping, and passionately kissing, all over his tailhole... Reachig up, to start lovingly, tenderly massaging at his tender orifice flesh with his paws, trying his best to show it all the pleasure and love he could ever want... He trembles softly, as he hears very quiet, soft clatters as mice bones are dislodged from his tailhole, and clatter to the floor... He groans, wondering if one of his own bones will be stuck back here.... Or, if parts of his digested body, will add to Simba's rear? He growls in desire, his mind full of Simba's tailhole, and every naughty and eager desire he ever had for it... He pants, and growls to himself in a very un-mousey way, as he keeps worshipping that hole, starting to press his muzzle in a bit deeper, slurping, and kissing further inside of Simba's tailhole... He shivers, as he feels it clenching, and flexing against him... He can feel the muscles moving, shifting, and flexing beneath his flesh, can feel the seductive power of his orifice. As he nuzzles deeper into the center of his pucker, he gasps, at the increasing heat, the increasingly musky, and very much increasingly earthy, scent he is finding... Which is only natural really... But more than that, he can feel the power of his tailhole as it clenches, and squeezes around his muzzle, showing the power that Simba's rump possesses, and has before, only used in the disposal of his victims, but now, is being used to tease and play with this eager new mousey friend of his... and to give Simba new pleasures, as his rear is worshipped, in ways he never even started to imagine!

Simba's moans and audible gasps grew in both power and sound. Your attack on his tight tailhole caused it to continually contract, feeling your soft muzzle get squeezed tight into it. His arms stretched out, re-gripping the stone, fearing if he let go, he's start trembling too much for you to continue. His rear was burning, hot with passion, lust and so much more. And... he wanted more! Voice cracking slightly in the pleasure of the moment, Simba spoke "Go.. God... B-Boje... that's... so perfect... So perfect. I need... more though..." As he said this, Simba's tail instinctively swished quickly from behind you, and pressed. The blow, unforeseen by you, rammed your head, which was already contently making its work on him, deeper into his tailhole. Feeling this new, deeper feeling of penetration, Simba gasped loudly, moaned, and put his head on the floor. His puckered hole was contracting with furious power, all involuntary, completely unknown what kind of danger it put you in...

He moans, and gasps as he feels that tailhole clenching around his muzzle, churrrring as he basks in the power of Simba's hole, while at the same time, basking in the incredible scents, and feelings, he's experiencing... He churrrrrs very happily as he hears Simba's words about how very much he's enjoying this right now... Before, with a sharp gasp of surprise, he feels himself getting rammed in deeper into Simba's bowels.... He cries out, squeaking in fear, scared about what's going to happen to him! He moans, and trembles, as he finds himself lodged halfway up into Simba's rump, letting him feel the pleasure of some fairly deep penetration, and what's more, the pleasure of something living in the depths of his bowels, where till now, nothing living has ever managed to get to... Inside of Simba.

Bajiir groans to himself, shivering as he sees how the walls are covered in a layer of his old wastes, to help facilitate the passage of his meals on their way out.... He moans, trembling to himself, as he stares at the walls of his rectum, thinking now more than ever, of all those meals that passed through here, before they were given that unceremonious farewell by this young cub... He grunts to himself, able to see only a little bit in this gloomy organ, though he can make out several bones, some tufts of fur, from other mice that Simba had eaten... But, as much as part of Bajiir is loving what he is seeing, he is too concerned with something far more important at this moment.... He squeaks, and cries out in discomfort, as he can feel Simba's tailhole squeezing, and clenching, around his chest... Making it quite hard to breathe, though the air inside of here is pretty thin as it is, the only air he can find, is the very slowly building gas from his meals, as it prepares for its expulsion. He grunts, and moans, as he squirms, and writhes around, trying to work himself one way or the other, knowing that if Simba's hole clenches too much harder, it could start breaking bones. He groans, and grunts, as he continues to struggle to get free, unintentionally giving Simba some wonderful pleasure, as he can feel his little furry mousey friend, writhing in his tailhole, giving him a most amazing sensation in his rump...

Simba did not know of the dangers his tight tailhole posed. Nor did he know of the possibility of suffocation. All his innocent mind was able to deduce was that this immense feeling of pleasure was continuing to increase with each and every wriggle you made. His little eyes rolled to the back of his head. His breath quickened, and his grip on the stone floor was like a vice. Simba wanted more. That's what he thought you wanted to give him. More. His tail, thrashing wildly, found its way back to you, and pressed tightly on your rear. "Pleassssse. Mooore. Boje, I need more... That feellsss..." With that, his tail gave one final shove, which rammed you entirely in that cute hole of his. Simba cried out in ecstasy, shuddering in this new pleasure...

Bajiir moaned, and gasped to himself as he felt the tight, slick, powerful sphincter around his body squeeze and clench now and again. He gasped, and coughed, finding it so difficult to breathe under such pressure, and with such limited air inside of Simba's rectum... He groaned softly, whimpering as he squirmed around, starting to feel scared, and desperate... He always felt a strong, eager desire to die for his cubs, but, he never wanted to die quite this way, much as he did love their butts! He moaned, and gasped unhappily as he kept wriggling around desperately, until, with a squeak of surprise, he feels Simba's tail ram into his own rear, shoving him all the way up into Simba's tight, beautiful, musky young tailhole. He groaned softly, laying there gently, gasping for breath within that warm, snug rectum. He moaned quietly, then shivered, as he slowly got up, and started to look around, and explore, the tight, slick, organ as best he could... Rubbing his furry body against the walls of his rectum, pawing at them gently, no doubt giving Simba great pleasure, even as he gasps for breathe, breathing in almost nothing but Simba's gas, which actually smells kind of, thick, humid, musky, and spicy... It is a bit putrid, but that's just natural. More than that, it's, kind of enticing, with a kind of spicy sweetness to it, and of course, the strong scent of rotted mouse flesh, and death.

Simba gasped in pure delight. He has never felt such an enticing and wonderful feeling in his life. Wave after wave raced through him. It was now that he opened his eyes, and looked between his legs, which up till now, has really been throbbing. To his surprise, his once sheathed member was now erect and slightly wet with pre-cum. He's only done this once before, and was brutally interrupted by his dad's screams of fear. But now that he was alone, and no one to pull him away, he turned around onto his back, propped himself on a near rock, and gently began to rub his soft pick cock. Again, his eyes furled up in pure pleasure. It was more than he's ever felt. The squirming deep in his tailhole, his paw softly working up and down his shaft. It was brining him to a very grand climax, which was coming up very soon. He panted loudly as he felt you wriggle...

Deep inside of his tailhole, Bajiir groans deeply, gasping deeply to himself, working so hard to try and get air into his lungs, the air inside of the rectum quickly growing foul with each exhale he makes. He moans, gasping as he wriggles around desperately, starting to lose his conscious thoughts as he paws and claws at the tight tailhole right before him. He is completely unaware of what Simba is doing outside. If he was, normally, he'd be extremely aroused by it... But right now, he's just instinctively trying his best to survive... He is happy to die for his cubs, though, he always fantasized about one or two ways of having it happen... He gasps, as after a few more seconds, he starts to go limp, whimpering, as he gently noses at the tailhole, gasping out weakly, "Simba.... help me.... Ohh... Simba... Kovu... Boys... I love you..."
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Like a thread snapping in his mind, he was jarred slightly. He couldn't describe it. He couldn't understand it. But something was wrong. All this pleasure... how could anything be wrong? But that feeling of impending doom, dread, loss and worry continued to grow. Despite the near climax, which was but a second or so away, Simba grunted loudly as he rolled to his feet, and searched for you. A sign of life within his bowels... Not sensing your wriggling squirming body. Panicked, he took a deep breath. He was ready to get you out, no matter what it took. Squatting slightly, he braced himself. He pushed, stained and forced you to come back out. He felt your tiny legs press through, which made him feel confident that he could push you the rest of the way out. Closing his eyes, he strained, and continued... His tiny tailhole fluxed and twitched as your body was slowly pushed out, bit by bit. Your legs, waist, chest. For some reason, this was much more of a painful process then going in, but his fear of losing you took a higher priority. With the last bit of his strength, he yelped loudly as your head finally came out the other side. Gasping in huge breaths, Simba collapsed on the floor, and closed his eyes... He turned over to you, wearily trying to see if you were alive or not. Seeing your lifeless body, he got to his feet slowly, and turned to face you. A lump formed in his throat as he started to cry. He didn't want to hurt you. He never wanted to hurt anyone or anything. A little tear that was traveling down his cheek fell and landed on you. Filled with anguish, he refused to give up hope. "Please... don't die... I want to be your friend... I didn't mean to..." Bursting in tears, he began to nuzzle and lick you fur...

Feeling himself getting slowly pressed, and squeezed out of Simba's tight, virgin, wrinkled, beautiful tailhole like that... Bajiir made soft groans to himself, remaining limp as he slid out bit by bit... It felt uncomfortable, and yet, at the same time, incredibly pleasurable, feeling his son's bowels squeezing around him, feeling Simba's young hole squeezing and clenching around him as he was eased out of his rear.... As he was deposited onto the floor, he sighed, as he lay there, limp, and still, his eyes open as tiny slits. He lay there, feeling like he was separate from his body, like time and space weren't there for him anymore... But then, suddenly, he made a deep, squeaking GASP of air, his little tail giving a twitch, and a squirm, as he started taking deep gasps of fresh, dry, cold air.... He groaned, as he slowly turned his head, and gave Simba a weak smile, quite obviously still weakened from his experience. He moaned, as he gently nuzzled against Simba's nose, and his slurping tongue. "Mmmm.... that was, incredible, Simba.... I loved your hole a lot... I, am glad you let me out, before it became way too late..." Murrs, smiling up at him, "Mmm, please, don't cry, Simba..."

Simba's ears perked up as you spoke. A big smile surfaced him as he realized it wasn't his mind playing tricks on him. Sill crying, he laughed weakly, and spoke "Oh... Oh thank you. I thought I hurt you... I'm so glad that you're ok." He nuzzled your fur again, softly and very lovingly. It was then when he realized how dirty you were, covered in his own feces. Smiling deeply, he spoke to you again, his tone full of love and compassion "You... you're dirty. I'm so sorry about that. Do you want me to clean you up? I wouldn't mind at all. We've got no water around here, so I'd have to use my tongue. I hope you don't mind." Simba blushed a little, the thought of licking and cleaning his little friend. He wanted to. He was still a little horny from the whole event, and desperately needed to relive himself. His cock was still throbbing, fully erect and in need of attention... He continued to nuzzle you. He felt like he hurt you, and that you needed special love and tender care.

Moans and purrrrrrs very happily, blushing up at him, giggling gently as he leans up, and gives him a loving, tender kiss on the nose. "Mmmm, awwwww, it's ok Simba... ^^ I would love to let you clean me up, I want to be clean, and beautiful, for you..." Murrrrrrrs, then blushes, smiling eagerly at him, "Mmm, but, you don't have to worry about me, you don't, have to do anything special...." Groans, and shivers, looking embarrassed, but, once again, very very excited... as Bajiir gives Simba a big, eager smile. "Mmmm, I love you, very much, Simba.... I am YOUR mouse... I am your friend, I belong to you..." Churrrs eagerly, "I want to stay with you, and play with you, pleasure you, for as long as you would like me to. I want you to feel incredibly good, and then, when you're tired of playing with me..." blushes, but shivers, groaning in desire, his own mousey cock again going up to full, painful, twitching arousal. "Ohhhh, I want to be here, as food for you.... I want to let you, eat me, so I can make you feel good, and full, inside... And do that last, special, wonderful thing, to make you feel so happy!" ^^

Simba giggled happily. He felt somewhat guilty that he had caused you pain. But now, after hearing you speak, and giving that cute little kiss on his nose, he felt very relived. He nuzzled you again. "You are my friend Boje. Thank you so much. We are going to have so much fun. Then, as you wish, I will eat you. I will let you join the rest of the mice that I have eaten today. I think Mimi would like you!" His face scrunched up as he giggled playfully.

Simba then slowly got onto his belly, shivering slightly as his little cock now touched the bare cold floor. Looking at you, he swiped you gently into one of his paws, and brought you closer. Closing his eyes, he began to gently lick you... Simba slowly closed his soft blue eyes as his head lowered right above yours. His paw softly grasped you, gently messaging you as he began his work. A low groan escaped him as he parted his lips and his tongue came out. Wet, slimy and covered slightly with drool, it landed on your head. He pressed softly, and pulled it back with loving effort. It smoothly slid down to the back of your neck, your back, smooth firm rump, then around and off your thin tail. His tongue retracted, and his lips closed once again. He smiled as he opened his eyes, and looked down at you for approval...

Purrrrrs, and groans in desire, shivering, and blushing as he smiles broadly up at Simba, eagerly nodding his head, and churrring as he snuggles up against him. "Ohhhh, Simba... your tongue, is so slick, so warm, and, looks sooooo beautiful.... I bet your mouth is ten times as beautiful as just your tongue is..." Murrrrs, then blushes, "Mmmm, I am really wondering... how, does it make you feel, that a mouse like me is so eager to pleasure you, then, become your food?" Shivers, and churrrrs eagerly, looking aroused, but embarresed as well, "mmm, and, how will you feel, when I'm inside your belly? Will you, remember me, do you, usually remember the mice you eat?" Murrs, smiling wider, "Please, be honest with me, Simba.... I really want to know!"

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Simba giggled at the question, but lovingly gave you a nuzzle on the head while speaking... "I love all the mice I eat. I remember them as long as I can, because they are all special." He leans closer, rubbing his fur softly on yours "I'll never forget you though. You have been by far the cutest, most nice little mouse I've ever met. When I eat you, I'll carry you around with me forever. I love you..." He pulled back and looked at you once again, smiling warmly.

He purrrrrs, and blushes, shivering in desire as he grins up at Simba, quietly wondering if he really will remember him as he says, or, if he'll eventually be forgotten, since he will be food to him... He churrrs quietly, wondering what Simba would think and feel if he knew all the mice he ate died inside of him. Much as he really does want to talk with him about that, at the same time, he doesn't really have the heart to do that to him right now... He purrrs, and giggles, as he lovingly kisses Simba's nose, "Mmmm, awwww, I hope you do remember me, Simba... though, I would still be so happy to be your food, even if you were going to forget me after I was all gone" Purrrrs, and smirks up at him, "Mmmm, I want to make you feel great, Simba, before you eat me... Is there, some things I could do for you?" Murrrs, and blushes, smiling at him, "Mmmm, like, I noticed your member was, hard, a little bit ago... Maybe, I could make that feel good for you?"

Simba blushed slightly as he now felt his own member pressed against his soft fur and the cave floor. It was a bit uncomfortable. He blushed even brighter red as the thought of you giving him pleasure. He giggles, looks down at you, and nods gingerly without saying a word. He then releases you and turns over on his side. Now free from constriction, his little cubhood was free to stand erect again. He looks deep into your eyes, emitting the love and trust, and... connection he felt with you. The last was a little hard to explain, but there was a slight connection he felt with Boje. Simba felt ok with him doing whatever he wanted with him. Eyes glistening in the moonlight, he nodded once again, and looked down between his legs... His cute little cock stood about five inches in all its glory. It was slim, slick, but very attractive. He flexed his muscles near his groin, causing his member to wriggle cutely at you. Little beads of pre cum shimmered and glistened in the moonlight, giving it a somewhat holy beauty to it. Giggling softly, he closed his eyes, and waited for you to make your move. He trusted you, and was ready to accept you...

Murrrrrrs, and moans in desire, trembling, and shivering in desire, in sexual bliss, as he stares at that twitching, throbbing, rock hard, beautiful cubhood of his... He churrrrrrrs, obviously loving that sight, obviously, just adoring it, and everything about it... he pants to himself, as he very eagerly trots over towards Simba's body. Blushing to himself, and churrrrring lewdly, he slowly, gently, places his paws on those plump, round, furry, beautiful balls of his... giving them each a tender, passionate kiss, as he moaned, slowly starting to crawl his way up Simba's groin, giving him the pleasure of feeling a small, moving, living, gentle weight shifting gently over his balls, and over his furry sheath... Murrrring in desire, Boje trembles, and gasps to himself, as he gently stands up on Simba's sheath, slowly wrapping his arms around that thick, throbbing, beautiful cock...

He pants, and murrrs in desire, as he starts to slurp, and kiss it, "Ohhh, Simba... you are, sooooo beautiful, you are, so sexy, and so perfect..." Murrrs, and blushes furiously, "Mmmm, Simba, I, have been wanting to ask, but didn't think I should.... But, seeing how gorgeous, and sexy, and, perfect, you are.... I really REALLY want to ask you..." moans, and trembles, as he looks around that cock, beaming up at the sweet, sexy cub, "Mmmm, it's just a silly question... But, how would you feel, if, you found out that every mouse you ate, died, inside of your stomach... And that it wasn't a very gentle way of dying...." Moans, and trembles harder, looking so excited, nervous, yet soooo very aroused, "Ohhhh, and if you found out, that, I know all about that, but, I still, really REALLY, want to be food for you, once, you have had all your pleasures with me?"

Simba's eyes opened back up, a look of confusion in them; he rears up halfway, leaving his waist grounded for you. Looking of at you, he cocked his head, and spoke timidly "Boje... what do you mean? You mean that... it hurts when I swallow and eat my little friends? I don't want to hurt anyone..." His voice seemed to crack a little. But then he looked off in the distance, as if deep in thought... "But... this is what you want? For me to... hurt you? I don't understand Boje. I love you. You're a great friend. I'd never want to hurt you." He looked back at you, eyes pleading for an answer...

He purrrrrs, and smiles up at Simba, murrrrring as he lovingly, tenderly, yet still somewhat lewdly, nuzzles against the tip of his twitching, hard member... He purrrs, smiling gently, and a bit bashfully, up at him... obviously still uncertain if he should have brought this up. "Mmmm, you don't hurt your little food-friends, Simba... I know you, you love them, you play with them, you talk with them, you, make them feel special..." Purrrs, smiling hugely at him, "Mmm, you made me feel, VERY special..." Purrrs, nuzzling against his member very lovingly, and tenderly, "Mmmm, it's just what your stomach has to do... You have to eat, and that's what your stomach has to do to those you eat up..." Moans, and trembles, looking aroused, yet still a bit fearful, as he beams up at Simba, "Mmmm, Simba... I, am a mouse... mice are just food for lions like you... most lions wouldn't think one way or the other about the mice they eat, wouldn't remember them, or care how much it hurts when they die..." Purrs gently, "But, you are so sweet, you have so much love, and, you even talk with me, let me play with you, and, explore your gorgeous, perfect body.... Mmmm, I always wanted to explore, and pleasure, a male lion..." Murrrs, and blushes furiously, "Mmmm, but, I know I'm still just a mouse... I'm going to be eaten sooner or later. I, really really, want that to be you, Simba..." Purrrs quietly, beaming at him, "I want to play with you, love you up, then, give you all I have, by becoming your food..." Churrs, and rubs his cock, "Mmmm, I think, it's only proper, that a mere mouse like me, has to go through so much pain, to get to feed you, to get to be your food... to become a small part of your gorgeous wonderfulness, and, to make you feel so, happy, inside..." Murrrs, and shivers, beaming at him, "I know this will hurt, when I am eaten, Simba... But, please, don't feel bad. Just, feel so happy, that we got to become friends, that I pleasured you, and, that we both get what we want.... ^^ your belly, being fed, and satisfied, till you need that next, incredibly lucky mouse, even if that next mouse, doesn't realize how lucky he is, being your food!"

Simba listened to your words with an intentful ear. He took it all in with quite surprising ease. He never interrupted you explanation, he never let a tear drop. In fact, as you spoke, his whole body, once tense with confusion, seemed to relax, and fall to a more tender, understanding state. As you spoke, images of death, dying, and the fear of it all flashed through him. It did bring him much fear... but, as you continued, he became very understanding... to a point... As you finished, Simba just stared deep into your eyes. Another revelation was making itself very clear to him as you spoke. Something in the back of his mind was strengthening this bond he felt earlier. He knows this mouse... somehow... Confused by all this new information and this strain on his mind, he needed to clear something up. But what...? Not wanting to let this awkward and unnerving silence continue, he decided to tackle the first issue, of vore. But, in the back of his mind, even as he spoke, that bond was ever growing still... "I... I think I understand Boje. I just... hate the thought of hurting my friends. But... if it's something they like, I mean, really like, I don't see why that changes anything. I never thought mice wanted to please us, but, I feel... honored I guess, that they do. I'm happy to give them the pleasure that they give me... But..." Simba closed his eyes tightly, and used his paw to rub them. Something was troubling him, and it was coming up... "Do... do I know you? I feel that there's something more to you than you put on. I love you... but… not as a friend... I'm confused... I..." Poor Simba was having a little bit too much to take in. His mind was swarming with new information, revelations to what he was doing for all his life, pain, suffering , death, and now the relationship with this mouse. Something in him broke, and he collapsed on the floor. He started crying. He just didn't want to take this all in... It was coming too fast for him... He wanted love. The love of his daddy. To be held. To be told everything is ok. He shook with fear and uncertainty, sobbing loudly...

Bajiir whimpers softly, flattening his ears as he steps away from Simba's body as he collapses onto the floor like that. He whimpers, staring at him, feeling very bad that he made Simba hurt like this, made him so sad.... He hadn't intended to, he'd, just tried to teach him something, and, to try and make this experience more special for them both.... He knows he can't tell Simba that he is his father... Something, strong, is telling him he couldn't do that... He's not sure what it is, but he knows he can't. After hesitating a moment, he slowly goes up to him, and gently nuzzles against Simba's cheek, whimpering softly, "I am sorry, Simba... I shouldn't have said anything about it. I, didn't want to hurt you, I'd never want that... I just, I dunno, I wanted to talk with you about it, about, what was going to happen to me... to, try and make it special..." Sighs, as he looks away off into the space of the dark cave. "Maybe I should have just walked up to you, and stayed quiet... Maybe I should have just acted like the other mice, let you play with me however you wanted, let you make up a name for me, then, let you eat me up when you were done... I, was kind of selfish I guess, I, really wanted to share some special time with you, before I became your food..."

Turns, and gives him a gentle smile, rubbing his cheek. "You, you don't know me, Simba... we only met tonight. Though, I do, care about you... and want for your happiness..." Blushes some, "I, I know you want your dad right now.... I, know how much your dad loves you. I, know he's been putting off telling you about what happens to those mice, because he didn't want you to be hurt, he didn't want you to feel sad... He, just wanted to be happy, and have fun playing with them, before you ate them." Murrs, and smiles gently up at you, "In a way, you do love them forever, Simba. They just, have to have a bit of pain, before they go to the most wonderful place they ever could want to... Somewhere inside of you. Once they are part of you, I am very sure, that they feel just, wonderful, being part of such a sweet, gentle cub like you..."

Sighs gently, then stands up straight, looking resolutely into Simba's eyes. "I've been selfish enough... If, you want Simba, I, will go, and leave you to go to your father...." blushes, "Or, if you want to, you can, just eat me, then go snuggle with your father, and, just forget that I ever said such silly stupid things..." Keeps staring up at him, "I just want you to be happy, Simba... that, is why I came here... I, do want for your pleasures... most, mice don't think about doing that for lions, certainly don't want to be food for them.... But, I really wanted to, for you..."

Simba listened once more, crying softly in-between your words. He felt a deep need for his dad. More than anything, he wanted to understand. He want to be friends with this mouse... but... the things you were telling him... it only brought pain. Confusion. When you finished, his crying had subsided. Now he was just silent, and looking off into the moonlight night. His eyes reflected the soft glow of the moon, it's beauty and splendor not holding as much to Simba as it once had. Closing his eyes, he sat up, and turned to you. He was confused, and for the first time, angry... Simba had enjoyed his simple life. He wanted things to be void of pain and suffering. He knew it was out there, but he pushed himself from it whenever he could. It wasn't the best thing for him. It's made his heart soft, and very open to pain. He felt things like this, these new revelations should be done with his dad. Not this mouse… Such confusion. He... he wanted to end this. He wanted to be with his dad... right now... He felt a flame burn within him. Something he's never felt before. An anger. Was it toward this mouse? Toward his dad? To himself? He didn't know... But it was there, and it grew. Needing to find a place to put this anger, he dropped it all on the fact that you were not his dad. That fact alone, coupled with the need for his father, made him angry at you. For existing. For making him cry. For opening his eyes to the real world. He bared his teeth in anger for the first time in his whole life. His eyes, still blue and brilliant, shimmered brightly as streams of tears flowed from them. He was crying profusely... He bent down, and snarled loudly and threateningly, a sound that even scared himself. But... he pushed on. Not saying a word, he opened his mouth, and, in one smooth motion, snapped you into it. Closing it, he continued to cry, not having any idea what to do... Yet he still felt... anger.

The mouse squeaked loudly to himself, trembling, and whimpering softly, as he found himself inside the slick, salivating jaws of Simba like this, having been snatched up into them, in an apparent fit of anger on Simba's part.... He groans, trembling to himself, feeling so, strongly conflicted about things.... He feels terrible that he's hurt Simba like this, that he's made him cry, and feel bad... But at the same time, being devoured this way, being devoured, to simply get rid of him, to send him down into Simba's body, is, surprisingly arousing for him.... He shivers, and trembles, groaning quietly, as he squeaks, and shakes, looking around, to take everything in around himself, exploring this maw. But even as this is happening, he starts to feel, strange, it's like there's some heavy weight tugging on his brain, starting to make things lose a bit of their luster and whatnot.... It's, starting to feel like, something, is starting to pull him away from this.

Simba didn't want to please the mouse. He didn't want to be pleased. In anger, he tipped his head, felt the mouse tumble, squeak, and groan, then he swallowed. He didn't care what it felt like. He didn't care where he went. He needed his dad right now... to be held. To... just cry! He closed his eyes as he felt the little lump move down his throat. A feeling that usually brought him much pleasure, but now… he just wanted it to end. Now! When you reached his stomach, he let it all out again, and cried loudly. He was so confused. He's never felt angry toward anything. What the hell was happening to him! He felt so... wrong. He turned back to the cave, and searched for his dad. He needed him so much right now...

Bajiir groaned quietly to himself as he slipped down through Simba's body, shivering to himself, feeling, so aroused, but more and more, just feeling, guilty, for what he'd done to Simba, and, for the pain he was feeling... As he slipped into the depths of Simba's stomach, a place he had fantasized about for a long time, he grunted, as he suddenly felt himself, get dragged away. Everything seemed to zoom back into darkness, it seemed like it was all a tv screen, that very quickly zipped away from himself... Suddenly, Bajiir sat upright, gasping to himself, as he blinked his eyes, realizing that he was back in his own body. He felt, a little disoriented, like maybe he wasn't supposed to have come back like that. But then, he grunted, as he turned around, still sitting on his sleeping pelt, and looked around in the gloom for Simba. "Simba? Simba? Are you there? Are you alright?" He whimpered, looking for Simba, and also, for Kovu, though that felt like less of a pressing need at this exact moment...

Simba whimpered loudly as he saw you sit up. He was running at full speed toward you. At the last moment, he leaped up into your arms, and continued to cry again. This jarred Kovu out of a deep sleep that was gripping him tightly during Simba's whole ordeal. His eyes popped open, and his head turned just in time to see Simba fly into your arms, crying. "What the..." Was Kovu's only response... Simba, still crying, attempted to recall to him what seemed like a nightmare, but his words were jumbled and lost in fear.

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Bajiir whimpered to himself, feeling the last vestiges of his own arousal quickly shrivel up and pass away for now. He firmly wrapped his arms around Simba, enfolding him in his warm, loving, tender, strong, gentle embrace, like he used to when they were both still newborn cubs. He leaned down, starting to nose and nuzzle gently against his head, purrrrrrrrrring deeply, the vibrations of his purr vibrating through Simba's entire being. A feeling he's experienced many times before, as far back as he can remember. It's kind of a reminder, that he's with his daddy now, that his daddy is right there with him... Bajiir murred quietly, as he lapped at Simba's face tenderly, lapping up his tears. "Shhhh, it's ok, Simba... calm down... you are ok, shhh...."

Simba sniffled and cried softly, but he had stopped trembling. He nuzzled deep into your chest. All the feelings of anger were now gone. But he closed his eyes and buried himself deep to keep those feeling from finding him again. He didn't want to talk. He feared the anger. He feared it more than anything else in his life. He just nuzzled up as close as he could. He whimpers and cries slowly dissipating... Kovu, fearing for his brother, got up and plopped onto the cave floor. Simba had woken up from nightmares before. The dying lioness was usually the cause. But... this was different. He was in pain. And these tears. They were so... real. He didn't understand. He took several steps forward, then stopped dead. Floods of his "dream" struck him like a tidal wave. Anger! Spite! Rage! Vengeance! Deep brooding blood red hate! Oh God! He began trembling, the feelings inside him, ones he thought were just a dream, tore at his very soul. He didn't want this... No! Please! Kovu, bombarded with this sudden torrent of emotions, dropped to the floor, and started crying himself, almost as loudly as Simba. He needed his daddy. Oh God, he needed love, peace, tender care. Anything to push these thoughts out! He continued to cry loudly...

Bajiir blinked, then whimpered softly as he heard Kovu crying like that, sobbing with such intensity... He whimpered, as he quickly got up, and trotted over, to sit down on the cold floor next to his son. Reaching down, he picked him up, and drew him into the same embrace as Simba, letting them snuggle up together in a firm, comfy, cozy little fur-ball, like they used to when they were newborn cubs... when he used to hold them together. Bajiir leaned down, nuzzling into both his sons, licking their forms as best he could, still making that deep purrrrrr in his chest. Though, he couldn't find it in himself to speak. He closed his eyes, nuzzling into his boys, as he felt, for the first time in a very long time, the slow trickle of tears sliding down his face... His sons were, in such pain, they were hurting so much right now... He seriously wondered, if perhaps Rafiki was right, about him not being worthy as their father... But at the same time, he still felt that same determination as before, inspired by Simba, to keep his boys, to make them happy, to love them... and, to comfort him. He sat there, gently nuzzling into them, making those deep purrrs in his chest, though it is an effort to do that, to remain as the calm rock that he knows he has to be right now, with his tears slowly trickling down his face, and dripping onto his boys, while he nuzzles them, and holds them as firmly, and snuggly, as he can, as he dares.

The boys... Kovu.. Simba... cried. They cried and cried... So much had happened to them in the night. But, as they were held by their dad, the love they felt was the only thing they wanted. The deep purring gently lulled them into submission. Yes, both of them felt your tears. That only made them feel more love toward you. A love that was undying. They both felt that those tears meant, "Yes boys, I understand. I feel your pain. It runs through me now, and I understand. I'm here. Let me hold you. Let me love you. Love.... Love...." Kovu and Simba just sat in your arms for what seemed like eternities, you soft purring pushing them into deeper states of calm. Simba was the first to fall asleep. His soft purs and absence of cries made that clear. Kovu was next, falling into you, letting his body go limp in your embrace. Both of them fell asleep, loving their daddy. Loving everything he did for them. Loving his love...

Bajiir sat there for a while more, gently nuzzling his sons, continuing his deep purrrs, even after they had fallen asleep, still gently crying with them, as he held them firmly in his arms...

By the next morning though, as one of the cubs began to stir, he realized, that there was a soft, warm, furry pelt beneath him, and, that he was surrounded on all sides by warm furry bodies. As he looked around, he realized that he had slept the night right beside his loving brother, while their dad had curled up around them, protectively, defensively, lovingly, and, shieldingly. He had slept curled around them, with them snug inside of his protective circle. He was snoozing quietly, looking more peaceful, though still gently concerned, as he rested, not yet having been waken himself.

Kovu blinked once. What happened last night? Was that a dream? As soon as memories of last night began to creep into his mind, he pushed them out with great strength. He did not want to think about that right now... He looked at his brother, Simba, resting peacefully. It looks like dad's protecting arms gave him good dreams as it had done for him. He blinked again, eyes focusing on the light filtering into the cave. He yawned quietly, not wanting to disturb anyone, and slowly turned to his sleeping father. Love. He felt the love. It made him smile. But, as much as he didn't want to think of it, the feelings slowly crawled around is mind, trying to be made noticed. Like little bugs, it made him very uneasy. Leaning back into you, he closed his eyes, and let the love he felt from you lull him into a deep comfort once again...

Tendrils of his brother's awakening mind jarred Simba awake. It was odd. Simba needed to only know that his brother was awake, to know that feelings and emotions emitted from him to know that he was awake. Without moving, Simba slowly opened his eyes. The light of a slowly moving sunrise filled the cave. Sounds of his own cries, Kovu's cries... tears on his head.... It wasn't a dream... Oh... it wasn't… Closing his eyes once more, he just leaned loser to his brother, and drifted off to sleep, letting the purrs emanating from you relax him...

Kovu, not wanting to sleep, feeling his brother leaning closer to him, he spoke. His call was softer than a whisper. It was full of love and compassion... "Simba..."

Simba stirred, then looked toward his brother's face. His body didn't move, as not to awake his dad "Yeah..." "

"I... wanna talk. I think we both need to talk. Without dad... Come on... let's go." With that, Simba and Kovu gently rose, and walked out of your embrace. They didn't know if they had awakened you, but the both made their way out of the cave, and found their way to a rock just outside...

Bajiir purrred quietly in his sleep, sighing as he shifts a little, obviously coming more to wakefulness, but still pretty asleep for now. He sighs gently, his tail gently shifting and twitching around behind him, a sign that he's very slowly starting to come to, and, that he's being a bit wary...