A Lion Makes Love An She-Ape
Pairing: Simba x Terk
Disclaimer: This is a standalone OMAKE with no relation to the main timeline of my fic "Two Brothers Under the Sun" (it only uses the setting as a backdrop)
It was another clear sunny day in the Bukuvu and in spite of that, the dense forest rose from the lowland and clung ever more thickly to the towering slopes of the waterfall. From its secret depths, came a noisy chorus of birds, critters, and other unseen creatures. Simba prowled his way through the undergrowth. This was a shadowy world, very different from the wide-open plains the lion cub knew so well. Bagheera's lessons were just the beginning and the kitten was eager to explore more of his new home; clearly emboldened since that day with the stampede. One day, he would hunt his first buck in these verdant fields, fight his first battle against intruders, have his first-
His ears catch a noise.
He stiffens in place.
The lion turns, very slowly, and faces the bushes straight ahead. At first, he doesn't see anything, but then there's something very faint, like a shifting of the light, and a shadow seems to move in the bush, RUSTLING the leaves. Crouching and cautious, Simba slowly made his way to the patch of foliage. While he couldn't see through it, he knew he wasn't alone, for the rustling returned louder than before. Not letting that bother him, he continued toward the bushes. His eyes flick to the side.
Where the attack comes from.
"Mmmmmm... Muah!"
He suddenly felt something warm pressing against his mouth. A sucking moan accompanied that mysterious sensation. Eyes wide and face deeply blushing, Simba's wits, which had been scattered by the suddenness of it all, made him jolt back and fall on his rear end. His assaulter did the same, laughing her ass off.
"Let's go play spin the banana!" Terk clapped; the cackling she-ape was joined by Flynt and Mungo. She looked over her shoulder as she followed after the two brothers. "I'll take another kiss when you get back, Simba!"
Like that, they were gone. Leaving the blinking lion cub behind.
"What was that?!"
He didn't know at the time, but the exiled prince had just gotten his first kiss.
Years later, Baloo decided the boys needed some time to relax (as if they didn't do enough of that already) and brought them to Monkey City for a night out, dragging along, after some persuasion from the Donlumangani Brothers, the entire Troop's newest batch of Black Backs. Louie's place hadn't lost its homely warmth even after all those years since the pythons invaded; there were no frowns to be seen, only smiles, and laughter filled the air.
"Told ya we would have fun." Baloo chuckled.
"Well," a tipsy Timon slurred as he leaned on his drinking gourd for support and pointed a finger at the counter. "The kids seem to be enjoying themselves."
Baloo, Tarzan, Pumbaa, Flynt, and Mungo all followed his finger.
And then proceeded to sputter out their drinks.
"You're a candle in the window..." Terk brushed the back of her hand on Simba's cheek.
"On a cold, dark winter's night~!" Simba grabbed onto Terk's hips while the she-ape's arms rested on his shoulders and they both tilted their heads back as they continued.
"And I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might~!"
The pair began to dance gently together in the yard, only hints of their drunkness present in their slow sway. Neither of them knew what was in the slushies they just had but they certainly didn't care at the moment.
"And I can't fight this feeling anymore!" They parted, then Simba's left and Terk's right hands clasped together tightly. Simba looked down at his clenched right fist and Terk looked off to a light, their eyes were closed and wide grins had been plastered on their faces. "I've forgotten what I started fighting for!"
"It's time to bring this ship to the shore!" Simba's gaze snapped back to Terk's.
"And throw away the oars, forever!" The she-ape returned, hands grasped with Simba's as they stared into each other's eyes. They pulled away from each other and took a few steps before they re-embraced, Terk jumping into Simba's arms.
"'Cause I can't fight this feeling anymore! I've forgotten what I started fightin' for!" The two sang together while Simba spun them in place. "And if I have to crawl upon the floor! Come crashing through your door!"
Simba dropped Terk back down to her feet and the two threw their arms out to their sides.
"Baby, I can't fight this feeling anymore!" The note was held for a good three seconds before the pair embraced again, twisting their bodies in a passionate kiss.
Their audience was dumbstruck.
"What the devil...?" Their mouth moved in autopilot before failing mid-sentence.
Terk, the she-ape, was beautiful.
Or, at least, so thought Simba, the Golden Lion.
It was in the spring of his eighteenth year that the young misplaced big cat found his attention captivated by Terk, now a young gorilla cow of the Mangani troop.
Growing up beside Tarzan and the apes of the Great Troop, the youthful feline had spent most of his cubhood frolicking with the man-cub and his cousin in the high branches, spending whole afternoons and evenings playing tag endlessly. Alongside Tarzan, she had been one of his best friends since he came to the jungle.
Thinking back, Terk had always been beautiful. In a way all of her own, which Simba was just beginning to appreciate with utter fascination. Her newfound allure.
Terk stretched at luxurious ease in the shade of the tropical forest, presenting, unquestionably, a most alluring picture of young feminine loveness. Or at least so thought Simba, who squatted upon a low-hanging branch in a nearby tree and looked down upon her. His eyes dreamily devour the object of their devotion.
Perhaps his fondness for her was because, despite all the time that's passed, she was as playful as ever. The two of them would partake in food binges, swing by the boughs, relax in the hot springs, drift along the lazy river, stargaze, drink slushies, dance and sing whenever they went to King Louie's place, wrestle playfully with each other, and throw mud at the warthogs at their request (especially Pumbaa's). Once or twice, they even slept side-by-side. Highly uncommon for a grown lion to do with a female that was not his mate.
But still, over the last few days, Simba found himself noticing the beauties of Terk's form and features. Something he's never done before.
Yes, Terk was indeed beautiful. From her beetling monobrow to her broad, fat nose. Then again, rough and tumble gals had always been his thing now that he thought about it.
That said...
"Congratulations, Mr. Simba. But if you ever find it's lonely at the treetop, look me up."
"Uh... thanks, Terk." Simba answered slowly. "But why are you acting so strange?"
"Why, whatever do you mean?"
Now with wry eyes, the lion responded. "Like a zebra trying to hide its stripes."
An understatement, if the young lion had ever given one. Her fur had been yanked in the same manner as Tarzan's other cousin, the human one, replacing its usual tangled shagginess for a shiny and soft hair tuff. Her aroma was also different, it now reminded Simba of a hippo's scent, strangely enough, and not a particularly pleasant one. To top it all off, she was also sporting a new... what the humans call it? A hairdo? With a pink bow? And she had taken to strolling upright like them.
She scoffed. "Pft... what, are you telling me you like the me that's under all this?"
"Yes."
...
...
"...You're pulling my leg."
"No, I'm not."
"Then tell, Mister Prince, why don't you find me a pain? I cut my toenails with my teeth, I pick and nibble my grub, and I am as far from ladylike as you can get." She asked back while inching closer to him, eyes aware of any sign of insincerity.
"Well, I used to be just as loud and boasting as you are." He started. "You could say I had a bit of an ego problem."
"Ego Problem? Oh, do shut up, 'your Majesty'! You are the last person that should talk about ego." Terk barked in turn.
Simba smirked, remembering the times he had shared some of the stories from his pre-jungle cubhood with her. "Hoy! At least you got the looks on your side so you can get away with that."
"Come on... enough compliments." The she-ape muttered with a humorless voice as she looked away. Simba's smirk remained, he could read her just like Tarzan could do with those book thingies.
"You are pretty."
"Pfeh!..."
"I am serious. You are funny, cool, and pretty. You don't beat around the bush when dealing with anybody. And, even though you won't say it out loud, you do care for the others. You are an incredible friend, an amazing sparing partner, and a female that any guy would be lucky to talk to, let alone court..." This time, he was the one getting closer.
"...Really?"
"Really."
"And what about you? You really find me that beautiful?"
They meet each other's gaze for a moment, no more than a few instants yet it felt like forever. Terk's brown eyes stared deeply into Simba's red ones and vice-versa. Neither of them dared to blink as they both committed to memorizing every detail of the other's face before he suddenly lunged forward, covering her lips with his.
Warm, smooth flesh covered her mouth for a second before those foreign lips pulled away. Then, two pairs of eyes opened and looked at each other once again.
"Wha-what..." a very embarrassed Terk spluttered as Simba slowly inched his face closer to hers.
"Please?" he whispered, almost too low to be heard.
She didn't know why she caved in, but she moved forward on her own and they started a new kiss. When she felt his mouth open, the she-ape grew slightly surprised as she felt something else, his tongue (!), a small part of her brain not entirely focused on the kiss realized, tentatively and tenderly caressing her own lips.
Curious about what he wanted to do, she slowly left the, admittedly tasty, intruder access through her lips to meet her own tongue.
Heat, heat exploded in her mind, turning it blank to the point she could barely think as the lion she was kissing moved through a shy exploration of her mouth, and she did the same, tasting each and every nook and cranny of him while his arms circled her body, deepening the experience.
That same heat then moved to spread all over her body as instinct took over it, making her more daring, more hungry, so much so that she was able to forcefully push back his tongue in order to gain even more from the kiss. As soon as he responded with his own force, she found herself drowning, forgetting everything and everyone (and Simba was on the same boat) until only they existed at all; ignoring even the need to breathe just to not interrupt the moment of bliss.
When they eventually managed to stop, both Simba and Terk stood lying down, hugging each other with her snuggling against him, and Simba maintained his arms around her, embracing the black and hairy coat of the she-ape while they both panted from the lack of oxygen.
"Heh, now I know why the bonobos like doing this 'kissing' stuff so much," Terk muttered while Simba kept his head buried into her sleek shoulder, a content smile plastered on her face. "I could get used to this."
"What have we missed out on?" the Golden Lion asked her. Terk smiled back at Simba and leaned up to kiss him softly on the lips.
"Say...ehm...I was wondering..." He started uncertainly.
"Yes?"
"Would you be... my mate?" He managed to say it, in the form of a murmur.
In answer, the Mangani cow just pounced on him to repeat the kiss, this time with her on top, until the need to breathe demanded their attention once again.
"I thought you were never going to ask." The she-ape was smiling more contentedly than ever. "You bet I want to be your mate, ya big pussycat."
The pair laughed happily and hugged each other tighter. Their cuddling finally came to an end and Terk sent a sultry grin toward Simba.
"So, how about we celebrate this by sucking off each other's faces again?"
"Actually, there was something else I wanted to try."
Terk tilted her head at him, while inwardly trying to keep her disappointment hidden. She was hoping for more kissing. "What is it?"
"Apparently, something cooler than kissing."
Like that, Terk's expression turned 180. "DO TELL!"
"You sure?"
"Do it! If it's another awesome thing like that, then I am VERY willing to try!" Terk said with an eager and furious nod.
"Okay... brace yourself," Simba said before flipping the female on her back.
"What are you doing?" she asked confused.
"I heard some of the monkeys calling this 'Tasting the Berry' as a joke... should make you feel real good." The lion answered before trailing kisses down her neck, on her chest, on her belly, then continuing to go lower; making the she-ape grow red-faced once she noticed where he was going.
"W-wait! Down there is my... I don't under-" she said in alarm until he started, making her eyes go wide and wider until...
Simba dived hungrily into her most sacred place with gentle licks.
"S-Simba!" she whimpered and a strange warmth suddenly overtook her chest.
"Yes?"
"I-Its's too much!" she gasped out. To that, he just smiled.
"Then enjoy it, my dear." He replied before deeply sucking her majesty. Breathing loudly, he leaned his head to the side to rest it on a tree's root.
Before he knew it, Terk was sprawling beside him, eyeing the erect member between his legs before she proceeded to touch it. Her actions stirred the feline.
"Wha-what?"
"Just returning the favor," Terk smirked as she took a good look at his thing, grasping it firmly but tenderly.
She kissed his big cat. Wet and sticky. He was already lost. Her humid tongue was already sucking the drippings of his pre-cum before she began to suck him off for real. With gentle licks and deep sucking, she was turning him on with her tongue. Oh yeah, Terk was hungry and eager to get some. Giving pleasure and satisfaction like that he had never felt before. But he knew that he loved it. Refusing to let her do all the work, he dived another lick into her slimy and slippery cave.
Their tongues traveled deep and down along the other's big and broad genitalia. A new sensation settled in while their licking holes focused on doing their work. Something thrilling gave space to a delicious, growing filling. They knew in the back of their head, it was too far for them to turn back now. Their aroused bodies knew what they wanted. Both Simba and Terk could feel it, and they loved it.
No more reservations were left by the time they finally released themselves in each other's mouths. Although they could swear their bodies were melting by then. Silently requesting a time-out, they separated,
Terk let her eyes rest upon the hunky lion. He REALLY had grown.
It was at that moment that Terk noticed how actually bigger he was than her; longer legs, bigger body, bigger...ehm... what if she couldn't satisfy him? What if he saw that they weren't compatible? She knew this was the first time for him as well, but what if she messed up and this would be enough for him to leave her?
"Stop putting yourself down. I won't leave you." He muttered, his head moving up to kiss her neck.
"H-how?"
"I know what you are like when you're having self-doubts," Kinda hard not to, considering how she had been acting over the last few days. "And I am gonna show you once and for all that you are the one I love." After that, he planted a soft kiss on her lips.
"Really?"
"Really, really." He pulled back so they could face each other face-to-face. "Ready?"
"...Yes," she muttered meekly, eyes stuck on his member as it poked her vulva. "B-Be gentle..."
He came forward, pushing his dick till it entered her pussy. Simba grunted the moment Terk's insides gripped tightly around his rod, a slippery sensation completely engulfing his penis. Terk gasped when she felt his member coming in and her hole stretching the deeper it went.
"Gyah!" Terk gasped, her pussy parting as his cock fully lodged itself in her. She could feel it, he was inside of her!
"T-Terk?!"
"I-It's fine." She answered his cry of worry, doing her best to keep her pained ones subsided. Tears streamed down her face as her folds were pierced by his cock, which was currently pretty close to her cervix; she was burning hotter than the caves beneath the foothills.
He embraced her, cradling her face in the opening between his shoulder and neck where her chin fit perfectly. As he held her body close to his, Terk felt the pain gradually go away.
"I am here. I love you." The exiled prince nuzzled his cheek with hers to soothe the she-ape.
"I love you too." She said with a happy smile.
"Ready?"
"...Bring it on." Terk yelped again at the feeling of his organ going in and out of her hole. "Ah! F-Faster! Faster!" The heat bubbling in her lower regions reached boiling point, any leftover feeling of pain being replaced by pleasure.
"Whoa! Y-you are so warm... and t-tight!" Simba grunted as he could feel her body gripping tightly around his member, making it almost painful to move.
"M-More! MORE!" Terk bellowed and threw her head back with a throaty moan.
"This is so different... Terk, I am going to... I can't stop!" He groaned as his thrusts gained even more speed; he desperately needed to release.
"D-D-DO IT! I-I am close! S-SOMETHING BIG IS C-COMING!" The she-ape cried before she flipped on her stomach, moaning louder since the new position had her lover hit her vagina in new angles.
"T-TEEEERK!" Simba growled as he felt like his whole being relieved itself inside her.
"AH! AH! S-so warm..." she murmured weakly, after which they both collapsed on the floor. Between her heavy panting, Terk managed to move to nuzzle Simba's chest with a tired smile on her face.
"I love you." She whispered.
"I love you too." He responded, joining their foreheads together.
"...are you still hard?!" she realized in wonder.
"...Yeah, I guess I am." He blushed.
"...I'm gonna pump you dry." She declared with a husky tone. The she-ape then squealed when her feline lover pounced at her once more.