The Hyena’s Concubine CH15
#15 of The Hyena’s Concubine
CH15 of The Hyena's Concubine.
Simba groaned as the light filtered through the window, gently waking the slumbering lion.
He looked sleepily about Shenzi's bedchamber, noting the lavish appointments.
_Where's Shenzi?, _he thought to himself as he crawled out of bed, pausing to look at his naked body in the mirror.
He stood there awhile, still unused to the sight of himself.
He ran his paws over his small, yet perky breasts, then slide them down his slender, athletic body, stopping as he reached his shriveled cock.
"I still can hardly believe I'm now a neutered shemale.", Simba said aloud to himself. "A very sexy shemale..."
_What am I saying?!, _he thought, looking away from the mirror.
He looked around the bedroom, noticing a letter on the nightstand.
"From your Sexy Hyena...", Simba read aloud, blushing as his pierced sissy clit got hard at the thought of Shenzi. "...I regret to inform you that I've important business at the Council Chambers that will likely take me all day, so you'll have to amuse yourself 'til I return tonight."
The neutered lion set the letter back down, wondering what to do today.
But first..., _he thought. _I need to shit.
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Simba looked around, noticing an opened door that led to a bath.
He walked into the large, lavish bathroom, quickly finding the toilet, a large porcelain throne.
He walked up to it and lifted the lid.
"Mom?!", he gasped, astounded to see for the second time recently his mother's face in a toilet bowl.
"Simba.", Sarabi said, happy to see her son's face again.
"What are you doing down there?", he asked.
"Shenzi intends to keep me as her toilet permanently.", the limbless lioness answered, sadness evident in her voice.
Simba's stomach gurgled audibly, and he looked about for someplace besides his mother's face.
_I'll just use this vase here, like a chamber pot, _he thought as he stepped over to the vase and placed his butt over the opening.
Braaap!
Simba gasped as his shit flew from his ass and down into the toilet.
Sarabi gagged as she was again forced to swallow her son's shit.
"Sorry mom.", Simba said, blushing with embarrassment as his mother's tongue stretched out and licked his asshole clean.
"It's okay dear.", Sarabi reassured after she'd finished cleaning the shemale's ass. "So what's up today?"
"Well...", Simba began, twirling his mane. "...Shenzi left a note that she'd probably be busy at the Council Chambers all day."
"So you have the day to yourself.", Sarabi stated, grimacing as she tasted Shenzi's dried cum in addition to her son's shit.
Simba nodded as he looked down at his mother. "I was thinking about walking around the city, get the lay of the land."
"That sounds good.", Sarabi replied.
"Maybe I could convince Shenzi to treat you better.", Simba suggested.
"Maybe.", his mother said. I highly doubt it.
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"I could stay here with you if you like.", Simba suggested.
"Oh no, you go get to know your location.", his mother answered. Hopefully you'll find a way to escape and return to your rightful place as king.
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"Okay.", Simba said. "See you later and I love you."
"Love you too.", Sarabi replied, giving her son a smile as he left.
Simba walked back into the bedroom and began looking through the wardrobe.
_Hmm, _he mused, looking through its contents.
He eventually picked out a dark green robe with a matching hooded cloak, draping both articles over his slender form.
He then slide on a pair of sturdy sandals and matching belt.
_Need a bag of some sort, _he thought, seeing a few in the large wardrobe.
He picked out medium sized backpack and began tossed various odds and ins into it.
Simba opened a small cabinet, finding jewelry in it, along with another note.
If your reading this princess, you've found some of the jewelry I had made up for you. Be careful, some of it is quite sharp. Love, Shenzi.
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"Hmm...", he said quietly, looking through the cabinet.
He recognized a few fighting bracelets, some of them domestic styles, as well as some reminiscent of the type he'd seen a few visiting tigers wear.
He picked out a solid silver bracelet, its surface adorned with spikes, as well as a heavy steel one in the eastern style.
He paused for a moment to look at himself in the mirror, starting to get use to the sexy shemale staring back at him.
Should I wear make up?, _he wondered. _I've never tried putting on any myself.
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He decided against it, figuring he'd just make mess as he picked up a comb and ran it through his mane.
"Well I suppose that's all I need.", Simba said to himself as he headed towards the door, prepared to explore his new domain.
CH15