Mufasa's Majesty (Patreon)

Story: Everything was a blur. The last thing Strad remembered was running for dear life, before something large had taken him to the ground. This clearly was not the vacation that his boss told him it was... it was more like he was thrown to wolves... er... lions. The last thing he remembered was being pinned down and blacking out under a ferocious beast; a lion that enjoyed making him flee until he ran out of breathe. It seemed to relish in scaring him from even a mile away... no subtlety, since it was the biggest predator around.

Now, as he woke up, darkness clouded his blurry vision. He felt sore all over, after taking that fall, and notably, his neck felt like it had been bitten. How badly, he couldn't tell, because something was keeping him from getting up. He couldn't feel it at first, under the numbing unconsciousness, but now that he was beginning to wake, the strong smell of lion made itself apparent in his nose. The smell was all around him, many lions! Countless lions... and the scent that was the strongest, was coming from what was holding him down! Dread filled Strad's mind, as he realized that the lion from before had pinned him down under it! He couldn't understand why he was still alive honestly, but even more, it felt like this lion just wanted to terrorize its prey again, before eating him. In the back of the roo's mind, he remembered now that the lion had said something before he blacked out... but before he could remember, the figure on top of him shifted.

It took every bit of strength the roo had to not try to panic and run from under the beast. He could feel its breathe on his neck! It's mouth was too close to just sneak out from under! What's more, there was something big, and long inside of him... and it seemed locked in place under all the weight. He racked his head with the options he had... and settled on begging as the yawning lion raised its head. Its massive claws flexed on his body, as he tried to force words out from under its massive weight.
"Please... let me live!"
To his surprise, the beast scoffed, before saying "Ugh, I hear that every day." The words are spoken with a hint of disdain, but before the scared roo can respond, a loud growl leaves the lions mouth! It makes him stop breathing, as the beast hovers over his head, and menacingly says Rule one of the Pridelands! Prey don't talk! You run, we lions eat you. Honestly, why do I always have to explain this to my food?! I'm only keeping you alive because you're... wierd!

It was clear that this conversation would go nowhere! He was pinned down and couldn't run away... but the lions words made him wilt his head in confusion. The beast sniffed his neck, letting its snout flatten the hair on the back of his head, as it probed him. It was curious about something. Strad expected it to clamp down and just crush his skull, if anything... but the sniffing continued for several minutes! It felt weird, as the beast even licked him occasionally. The roo had been excepting that this was the end of his life for several minutes... but this lion now seemed more like a playful puppy than a predator! Its behavior was not that of a hunter! It almost seemed like it was scared to actually kill him!

Again, the lion leaned into his ear, before saying You're faster than any gazelle, you have feet larger than a zebra, you have a mane and face like a lion... but your fur is bluer than the sky, and you don't smell like any you hunt any prey. What animal are you?

The words turn Strads confused look to a blank stare, as he looks away from the beast. He doesn't see the point in responding, but still does as he says "I'm a roo." The words get a grunt of disbelief from the lion, as he says "Your lying. I've seen those giant rat things before. You look nothing like them! The words make Strad narrow an eye, as he looks back and says I'm... not a lion. The words gain a soft laugh from the beast, as grabs his beck with his teeth. The roo's body tenses up in fear, as he anticipates being torn apart! The beast stands up, pulling him by the neck from underneath it. Fear fills the roo's hear as he is dragged across the ground, into a clearing. There, he's let go. The beast sounds rather vindicated when he says You tensed up just like any lion cub I've met... and I've even been a cub, so I know. Your clearly some kind of lion.

Strad nervously shakes off the dirt on his body, as he crouches in fear before the beast. With some vexation, he now says I'm not a lion. I told you, I'm a Roo. I'm a kangaroo! I hop to get around! The lion gives him a doubtful look, as he says "I've seen meerkats hop higher than you! You run just like us! You're just... blue, and have bigger ears!"
At this point, Strad doesn't even understand what is going on. Just earlier, this same lion had hunted him, terrorized him told him 'prey don't talk'. Now he was having a conversation with his future killer with what he even was. Was it scared to eat him? Did it think he was poisonous... or sick?! He got his answer when the beast said
Are you sick or something? Your blue all over and think you're something your not. Did a strange flower do this to you... or some weird bug? The words make Strad want to respond with genuine frustration, as he tries to find a way out of this situation. However, the sound of another lion behind him, grabs his attention.

Nervously, the roo turns his head, and sees an even larger lion standing behind him. ON its face is an animalistic smile, as it looks down at the crouching roo, then at the other lion that dragged him here! The seemingly younger lion now says Oh, hi dad. I caught this weird blue walking around the pride lands thing yesterday, but it's... weird. It doesn't roar, says it's a kangaroo, but has a mane and a face like us. Do you know what it is?
Strad nervously looks back at the regal lion, as it gives him a skeptical look. The larger lion now walks around him, looking him all over, before standing by his son and saying "He is weird. His paws are even like ours. In all my days, I have never seen such an animal, but he certainly resembles our kind. It appears to be a young blue lion with a half-grown mane, and long tail.
The younger lion sighs, as he says "So then eating it is out of the question, if it is like us... What do we do with it?"

Strad looked at the two nervously, as they began walking around him and eyeing him over. They circled the nervous beast like sharks, as the larger lion said I have never rejected those who abide by or maintain the Circle of Life. Though this lion is strange, and perhaps sick in some manner, I shall now determine the truth. To Strads surprise, the lion trailed off, as the younger one bit his neck again. Strad froze, as his head was pinned to the ground. The older and stronger lion simultaneously grabbed his rear, making him raise it up to its level. The dominant lion sniffed his virgin rear, smelling what he had eaten. The embarrassment Strad felt right now was immense, but it was soon replaced with a confusing pleasure, as a strong, wet tongue began lapping against his rear. The rough tongue made the roo almost jump in surprise, were it not for the fact that he was being pinned down!

The older lion continued to probe, and increasingly violate its prey, as its tongue began to repeatedly push deeper inside its meal. An intrigued grunt left the elder lions throat, as he pulled out and said "He has not eaten a single animal on these Pride Lands. Rather, I smell more plants than animals within him. Simba, within this stranger, I also taste your seed. You have claimed him? Strad's face flushes red with embarrassment, as the younger lion stutters and says Y-Yes, father, just like you taught me to do with all my prey.

The words make Strad nervously recall the night before, and how he had been pounded into unconsciousness after he was caught. It all became so clear now. The thick object he felt within him, was the bulbus cock of this young lion. Even to where he woke up, it was still within him, throbbing and leaking. The feeling of being hunted physically, and sexually, made Strad question how nature even works here.
His vexation was soon interrupted, when the elder lion mounted him, and stood over his body. The younger one released its grip on his neck, as the older one said "Now, my son, I shall teach you the next step in building a pride. As you already know, and practiced with Nala, a pride leader must assert dominance over their pride to keep them in line. Watch closely, as I, Mufasa, fill this young lion with the spirit of the pridelands, and make him your first concubine.

The words make Strad nervously protested, as he said C-Concubine?! What?! I'm not even a female... or a lion! What are you doi-" His panicked words were cut off, as the elder lion's eyes began to glow a golden light. The wind stirred up around them, and the morning sky brightened, as he took in a deep breathe. The younger lion watched with intrigue and relative confusion, as he the elder one roared to the heavens! The roar was thunderous, and made all the animals around flee or hide. Thunder streamed from above, as strange golden light gathered in the clouds above them. Then, a single bolt of lightning struck where the two were. Strad yelled out in surprise, as his body was lifted up and a golden spirit resembling a lion shot down toward him; into him; became one with him.

His body was filled with a kind of power he had never experienced before, as he was changed to fit the circle of life. Everything went white, as a part of him he didn't know was there awoke within him, as he fell back to the ground. When he awoke, everything was blurry again... but things felt different. His vision was sharper... he felt bigger somehow, and maybe... fluffier?
The young lion walked up to his father, as the power faded from his eyes... and lust filled them in its place. With great marvel, he asked Dad, how... did you do that?! What was that? The regal father looked upon his son, saying When it is time, you shall know how to do this. As of now, I will teach you how to keep a concubine in order.

Simba nervously looked down at the dazed roo, in wonder. He was bigger than before, his mane was fully grown, and a tuft of fur was on his tail. He looked more lion-like than before, as a glazed stare and empty smile formed on his mouth. His mind was completely changed, and his thoughts were now filled with one thing, serving his pridemates. His tongue rolled out of his mouth, as the elder lion remounted his willing servant.
From this point on, you are one of us... an a servant to our will. What is your name?
Amidst the compulsory feelings of love and passion, the wordDarts left his mouth. The spirit had taken over his body in every way, as Mufasa began to press into him, and claim him.
Welcome to the Pridelands, and the Circle of Life, Darts. You shall never leave, unless we permit it.