Happy birthday, Mufasa
Brief Disclaimer: Lion King and all characters are (c) Disney.
In relation to the Cannon: Well, this takes place before the events of Lion King 1, and, in my mind, before Scar and Mufasa had become rivals. In response to whining fans who will undoubtedly find a way to make Scar and Mufasa enemies at this point; Shut up. It's my story, and I'll do what I want.
The lion was in the center of the room, all of Pride Rocks' various lionesses cheering and wooping for Mufasa's birthday. Mufasa waved his hands in a downward motion, trying to silence them all. He himself was laughing, just at the hilarity of the party. They were there to celebrate Mufasa's birthday, the age of which he didn't feel like disclosing. The lion had golden fur and a tall, strong build. His crimson mane fell down around his shoulders, framing his gold face and pale muzzle extremely well. He was wearing a brown loincloth, matching all of the other women in the room, but they were also wearing a brown bra. It was his recommendation, as to keep Scar and himself from having almost constant erections. He had well-defined muscles and powerful legs, making him extremely attractive to the females in the pride. They would take him in a heartbeat, but he was trying to wait until he had picked a mate.
They were positioned on the inside of Pride Rock, and a large, dead boar was lying on its back in the middle of the room. It was large enough to feed the entire pride, and Mufasa was willing to share with them. Aside from that and the harem of women standing around him, the interior was almost bare. Scar was standing in the audience, clapping and cheering along with everyone else. Scar was a bit of a rebel of sorts, and had pierced his own nipples, two silver rings hanging from both nipples.
Scar himself was of a slightly more brown color than his brother, with a jet black mane in comparison. He maintained a similar build to his brother, aside from the fact that Scar was more well-kept in terms of muscle mass. He preferred it that way, in all honesty.
"Quiet down," Mufasa said through his laughter. "Hush!" They slowly grew quiet, and all eyes were on the man of the hour. "Thanks for setting this up. It was really nice of you." Simba walked up to the boar, and placed his hand on the top of it. He opened his great maw, and clamped down onto the large animals flesh, taking the first bite. Through a full mouth, he cried out to everyone else "Dig in!"
After the frenzy was over, Scar pulled his brother aside, smiling to him.
"Brother," He said with his dark, gravely voice. "I have a great birthday present for you, if you'd like. I've had it set up for you and everything." Mufasa's ears perked up, and he smiled at Scar. "Would you like to see it?"
"If you insist, Scar," Mufasa said, mimicking the smile. "Let's get to it." Scar gestured behind him, towards the cave opening that led to Mufasa's chambers. Scar grabbed Mufasa's hands by the wrists, and led him into the back. It was separated by a cloth hanging over the entrance, which could be pulled shut to symbolize privacy. As Scar pushed Mufasa in, he closed it behind them. As Mufasa looked around his chambers, his eyes widened in surprise.
"Scar, what is-"
"Oh, come now, brother," Scar cut him off. "I know you like it." In Mufasa's chambers, there were three large, male lions, butt-naked and lying down on Mufasa's zebra-skin rug. The three of them were all golden, like Mufasaa, but with different colored manes. The first had a red colored mane, coming down to his shoulders. The second was jet black, like Scar, which was cut short. The final had a brown main, the typical color. The three lions stood up, and walked towards Mufasa. They each put one hand on his arms, and one of them tore off his loincloth. Mufasa's balls were completely revealed, the very large orbs hanging under his sheathe. Scar was smiling behind him, and undid his own loincloth, letting it fall to his ankles. His balls were about the same size of Mufasa's, if not slightly smaller.
"What are they doing?" Mufasa asked, his eyes trained on the other lions' packages.
"They're providing you with your present, brother. The three lions grabbed onto Mufasa and pulled him down onto the rug, and then rolled him over on his back. The one with the jet black mane sat on his chest, and pulled up his arms. Mufasa was a bit too stunned to do anything. Scar suddenly laid down next to him, and crossed his arms over his chest. The lion on Mufasa's chest tied up his arms to the ropes on the wall behind him, stopping him from running away.
"Scar?" Mufasa asked cautiously, staring at the testicles resting on his chest.
"I couldn't wrap it, but I didn't want you to run away, either, brother," Scar replied. Mufasa felt an odd stirring in his sheathe, one that he hadn't expected. It was a warm feeling, familiar to him, but the situation was all wrong. The lion with the red mane grabbed Mufasa's thighs and lifted them out of his way, putting himself between the powerful legs. The lion grabbed Mufasa's balls, and began rolling them around softly, evoking a stronger feeling from Mufasa's loins. Scar watched his brother's groin intently, focused on the member. After a brief moment of fondling, Simba's cock tip began to poke upwards, making the red-maned lion smile. He reached his head down, and gently licked at the tip.
"Oh god," Mufasa groaned out. The other lion continued licking the royal lion's cock gently, as it began rising upwards. The lion with the black mane began to rub Mufasaa's chest, massaging his nipples softly. Before long, Mufasa's cock was fully erect, measuring in at a full eleven, pink, throbbing inches. It was about two inches across, a good length and size. Scar smiled and put his hand on the inside of Mufasa's thigh, and Mufasa turned to face his brother.
"Happy birthday, brother," Scar said. Scar didn't remove his hand from Mufasa's thigh, and watched the show. Scar was soon getting an erection himself, the tip of his own cock poking out from his sheathe. It didn't take very long until Scar's member was at full length, coming in at just short of ten inches, and slightly more girthy than his brother's. After a few moments of licking Mufasa's cock, the black-haired lion moved his muzzle onto Mufasa's warm member, and began to slowly bob his head. Mufasa was overcome with pleasure, and his head gently fell back, resting against the cave wall. A soft moan escaped his lips, which brought a moan from the sucking lion as well.
The lion on Mufasa's chest scooted himself up on Mufasa's body, and rested himself directly above Mufasa's face, so that his balls fell directly onto his muzzle. Mufasa's eyes opened slowly, and he hesitated a moment, not knowing what to do with them. Scar squeezed Mufasa's thigh gently, and gave his brother a smile.
"Go on, then," Scar urged. "Take them in, have a good time. It's your birthday, after all." Mufasa opened his muzzle, and the warm, furry balls fell in his mouth. The lion they belonged to purred and reached a hand down to scratch Mufasa's ears. Mufasa began to roll the orbs around on his tongue, giving them a gentle rub and massage, tugging on them occasionally. Scar took this moment to his advantage. He moved his left hand from Mufasa's thigh and waved to the last standing lion, beckoning him to Scar. The lion with the brown mane smiled, and walked over, passing a hand over the sucking lion's back as he passed them by. Scar rubbed the underside of his cock, and a small bead of pre dropped out, sliding across his head.
"Ride it," Scar said, smiling playfully. The brown-maned lion complied, and stood directly over Scar. He slowly eased himself down, and began rubbing his ass cheeks onto Scar's cock head. Another warm splash of precum fell from his cock head, coating the lion's member. With that done, the brown-maned lion moved himself down farther, and eased Scar's cock in with a sloppy pop. Scar put his right hand on the lion's right ass cheek, and gave it a squeeze.
Mufasa was busy with the testicles in his mouth, and his eyes were trained on the sheathe above them. The lion's large tip was slowly bulging outwards, and growing steadily, until it was at, presumably, a full length of eight inches. The lion pulled his balls from Mufasa's mouth, dragging them across his collar bone as he did so. He positioned his cock directly in front of Mufasa's face, and the royal lion froze up. Scar helped him out by reaching out his left hand and stroking his brother's neck.
"Come now, brother," Scar said. "I did all of this for you." The royal lion needed no more force. He shut his eyes and put his mouth over the other lion's cock, taking in the first five inches or so. The lion on top of him moaned, and began gently gyrating his hips forwards and backwards. The lion attached to Mufasa's cock was growing wary of the royal lion's building, feeling the cock begin to bulge more and more. He pulled back, and looked at Scar, who nodded slyly. The black-maned lion grabbed Mufasa's hips again, and lifted them up. Mufasa felt his ass cheeks spread wide, but he didn't care anymore. He was busy with the cock in his mouth, and loving every wet minute of it. The black maned lion pulled himself up to his knees, revealing a decent cock of seven inches, and about two inches wide. The lion was leaking pre, and began rubbing his cock head on Mufasa's hole.
Scar removed his hand from Mufasa's neck, and ran it down his brother's body, all the way down to his hip again. Scar rubbed his brother's powerful thigh, and gave it a gentle massage. As he did so, the lion on top of him was busy working Scar's cock over, moaning on occasion. The lion's empty hands ran themselves over the strong body of Scar, and found his nipple rings. He looped his fingers into them, and tugged gently. Scar himself moaned at this, and it pushed him close to the edge. He snapped his attention to the lion tugging on his nipples.
"Do that again," Scar said commandingly. Another tug pushed Scar to the edge, and he moaned excitedly. "Off..." Scar commanded between pleasure-filled gasps. The lion obeyed, and pulled himself off of Scar's cock with a noisy, wet pop. Scar pulled himself from under the lion, and stood over Mufasa, who opened an eye to survey his brother.
"Happy birthday, Mufasa," Scar said playfully. Without warning, Scar looped his fingers into his nipple rings and tugged one final time, rocketing him into the pleasure zone. Scar grabbed his wet cock and aimed it down at Mufasa's face, cum rocketing out forcefully onto his brother's face. Scar hadn't attended to his needs in a long time, two weeks at least, and his cock was pumping like a fire hose. Jet after powerful jet of warm, salty cum coated Mufasa's face, sliding down his fur. The mere sight of all of this sent three other lions over the edge. The black-maned one stopped thrusting into Mufasa, and moaned loudly as he shot off into the royal lion's asshole, leaking cum onto the floor in great spurts. The red-maned lion on top of Mufasa's chest suddenly came into Mufasa's cum-soaked muzzle. That lion pulled out of Mufasa's face after the first jet of cum, and added to Scar's own coating of cum on Mufasa's face. The third, brown lion positioned himself a few feet to Scar's right side, and aimed his cock down. Wit a few pumps, he came quickly. He splattered onto Mufasa's own cock, washing his balls and member completely in the foreign lion's cum. Mufasa was frozen by all of this happening, but still hadn't came. Scar leaned his face down, and smiled at his brother.
"Let me help," Scar said. Before Mufasa could protest, Scar gave Mufasa's cock a small tug on the head, and Mufasa rocketed off. He let out a loud, powerful roar, spraying his royal load onto Scar's face, who soon opened his maw to catch the cum in his mouth. Spray after spraw flew into his mouth, and Scar wasn't sure he could take it all. He swallowed what he could, but it soon took him over, and Scar let himself be sprayed. His brother roared a second time, and a more powerful jet shot out, his hips bucking and snapping, trying to find an orifice. Scar didn't bother with anything but his hand, and slowly pumped his brother, who was shooting impossibely large loads of cum over Scar's face. After what seemed like hours of Mufasa's powerful cum soaking Scar's face, the lion stopped, panting heavily.
"Once again," Scar started after letting his after glow subside. "Happy birthday."
I don't know if this counted as incest, in all honesty, but I marked it as such to prevent possible shitstorms or tagging issues.