Chapter 1: Simba's development

It was a pretty nice day in the Pride lands. Young Simba and Nala were at the Watering Hole playing their game of Pinned Ya. As usual Simba was pinned by Nala, on the inside he was quite impressed with how strong his friend was, but he could'nt admit that his friend was stronger than the future king outloud.

"Come in let me try again?" Simba begged.

"Hm okay, but since this is your third attempt how about a bet." Nala grinned.

"Okay what is it?"

"If I pin you again you surrender to me and I get to tie you up and tickle you."

Simba gulped at this, he was quite ticklish especially on his belly and Nala had found out the last time they played Pinned Ya. Infact he was in a position to be tickled right now, he quite enjoyed it but he was the prince and he was sure that he could never show it on the outside.

"Alright I accept." Simba agreed.

Nala smirked letting him up and gave him a moment to brush himself off. He grinned his usual cocky smile and lunged towards Nala in a pounce. He got Nala to the ground, but only for a second as expected he was flipped over onto his back once again. He struggled but he knew he lost.

"Well." Nala smirked.

He was excited on the inside but was sure a king was'nt supposed to have this weakness so he just played it off with a very convincing groan.

"Fine I surrender." Simba said.

He was dragged over to a tree, Nala picked up some vines and got to work. His front paws were tied over his head to the tree trunk, a vine was tied around his belly securing him to the tree, and finally his hind paws were tied together in front of him.

"Seems the Future king is in quite the predicament." Nala taunted.

"I can handle any torture do your worst." Simba said confidently.

Nala wasted no time beginning to brush her tail along Simba's belly. Simba immediately began laughing cutely squirming about in his bonds. She quite loved the sound of that laugh, she especially loved it when Simba put on a brave act. It's like Simba does it just so she has an excuse to pin or tickle him. She also knew that Simba did love being tickled, but was too proud to let it show. She quickened the brushing making Simba's laughter increase. She stops as she spots a feather on the ground. She picks it up as Simba pants hard.

"That all you got." Simba grinned.

"Not even close." Nala smirked back.

Simba watched as Nala began stroking the tickly feather along his helpless white belly. He laughed madly from it tears streaming down his cheeks soaking his fur, he thrashed about as the feather tortured him. However he felt Nala's tail brush in his right front leg pit increasing his cute laughter. He gasped for breathe again once Nala stopped. This was already tiring him out an he was sure Nala was just getting started.

"I can see your tired, so admit you love being tickled and being my cute captive. I'll give you a break, but you'll stay tied up for a couple hours." Nala said.

He had to resist the urge to blush. He did enjoy both, but although he trusted Nala completely this was truly something he had to think about. After all no one really knew about his softer side. He gulped.

"N-never." Simba smiled nervously.

His torture was continued after this as Nala blew a big raspberry in his belly causing him to squeal loudly with laughter. It got worse when as Nala blew a second one, he felt the feather and her tail stroking along his pits increasing the tickling even more. Nala would get him to surrender, she was good at that and she was good at guessing his real personality not just with tickling either. He had learned from the experience at the Elephant Graveyard to not be so impulsive and be aware of the danger he was leading others into. His laughter increased as she tickled faster.

"OKAYHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA I'LL ADMIT IT!" Simba surrendered.

Nala stopped but kept the feather pointed at his belly incase he was trying to trick her.

"I love being tickled and being your captive." Simba panted.

"I knew it." Nala smiled.

She watched his belly as he breathed in and out. Simba blushed from having to admit his secret.

"Oh Simba, it's good that a king has fun now and then. Tickling is just that friendly fun, and now you know when to be playfull and when you need to be serious." Nala explained.

"You know your right, though I won't be making it easy for you to get me next time." Simba grinned.

Nala giggled and then got an idea, she really did'nt harbor a grudge against Simba for what happened with the hyenas, but still she can use it against him in this case.

"Not so fast, you still owe me for what happened. So you will be my tickle captive for a full day tommorow." Nala grinned.

If he were'nt tied up right now he'd make Nala work for it, but right now he was still helpless to tickle torture plus he was having fun and he needed to start learning to keep his promises after all that's what got him in trouble with the hyena's in the first place.

"Okay You got yourself a deal." Simba smiled.

to be continued.