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The plan had been made and everything had worked according to plan. Mufasa was killed by the fall and Simba was now gone from the lands, chased off by the hyenas. He would have preferred for them to kill him outright, but after everything the cub had seen, Scar doubted he would ever return.

The hyenas returned with him to Pride Rock, and together they took over the Pride Lands. With the whole of the hyena clan on his side, Scar's orders went about uncontested. He was the king now and free to do all that he wished.

It was one day after dealing with the lioness that Scar returned to the cavern of Pride Rock, stressed more than usual. They had continued to defy him, but he was quick to administer punishment. In time they would all learn their place and follow his orders down to each and every little word.

But for now, Scar needed something to distract him. Luckily, there were a plethora of hyenas who followed the lion's commands and were more than happy to help him blow off steam. He called out for one and a few rushed up to him. After a moment, he chose a slimmer hyena. The others looked disappointed as they were shooed off, leaving the underling and the king all alone.

A few of the hyenas stopped and listened to the grunts and moans that soon came. What they couldn't see was Scar eagerly humping his cock inside of the hyena's soft, tight ass. He planted himself in deep, using the smaller creature as a toy to chase his stress away.

Underneath him, Scar was treated to pitched moans and praises about how big he was. The hyena begged him to go faster and the lion was eager to fulfill his wish. Putting more weight down on the other male, Scar fucked the hyena good and deep, treating him as roughly as he desired.

Growling and digging his claws into the came floor, the lion thrust himself in a final time, spreading his seed deep inside of the moaning hyena. He pulled out carelessly and ordered the other male to lick the mess of his cock.

What was supposed to be gentle licking soon became a full on blowjob that Scar sat back and enjoyed while he thought about what his next course of actions would be...

***

Past the savanna and the deserts beyond the land was Simba. He had found a new home with a meerkat and warthog duo named Timon and Pumbaa. The oasis they lived in was a true paradise. The golden lion had left the worries of his old life behind and was content to just go about the rest of his days in comfort...

At the current moment, Simba was sitting against a tree, moaning out from the slim cock that was worming its way inside of him, spurting watery pre all over his insides.

Snorting loudly was Pumbaa, easing even more of himself inside of the lion, already spraying a copious amount of his precum inside of the lion. It served as a hot lube that simply helped the two of them out. Simba was further pleasured by the heat that set under his tail and Pumbaa's cock was able to sink further inside.

"B-been a while, huh?" Simba chuckled, panting from the sudden spike of pleasure within his ass.

Pumbaa nodded and then grunted, forcing the rest of himself inside with a deep moan and puff of vapor from his nostrils. Another deep spurt of precum gushed inside of Simba, making the lion purr deeply.

"Is he finally in?" Timon asked, getting the attention of the lion and warthog. He was nearly forgotten about despite the fact that he was sitting on Simba's chest, idly stroking his cock to keep it hard while he waited.

"Y-yeah, it's all in..." Pumbaa grunted. Despite just sitting inside, fluids continued to spill from his tapered tip, a talent of porcine's such as himself.

Simba had gotten used to the warthog's attributes and enjoyed the constant warmth that was injected within him.

"About time!" Timon rose to his feet and turned around, approaching Simba's face. The lion eased his head down just enough and opened his mouth, allowing the meerkat to slip his cock inside of his mouth. "A-alright! Now we can really start."

Pumbaa started it off, pulling his thin cock back and pushing it past the lion's walls again. Following suit, Timon pumped himself in and out of the lion's mouth, grinding his length over the rough texture of the feline's large tongue. Like Simba, he had gotten used to the spines that covered the lion's tongue and found them thrilling, adding an unfamiliar sense of pleasure.

The duo moved together as one, pleasuring themselves via the lion's accord. Upon Pumbaa's cock, the feline squeezed his ass, milking even more of the precum from the tip. And as for Timon, Simba simply needed to roll his tongue, grinding his wet spines over the tip and shaft over the meerkat's length.

He swelled with pride at the sounds of pleasure that filled his ears. He too moaned softly around Timon from the pumps that were let loose inside of his ass. While he was being used from both ends, the lion could his own cock bobbing and leaking more and more as time went on. Soon came the bitter taste of fresh pre that leaked from Timon's own tip. The substance was quickly lapped up, brushing the surface of his tongue directly over the meerkat's cock and tip. More heavy shivers and moans came from Timon, leaving Simba to go back to his previous motions.

In time with each other, Timon and Pumbaa humped hard and fast into the respective hole surrounding themselves, fucking deep and hard against the soft flesh that caressed and pulling them closer and closer to their climax. More hard suckles and clenches achieved the result; Simba braced himself as the voices of the smaller males raised following it came the burst of flavor to his tongue and the sudden torrent of hot cum gushing into his ass with full force and no relent. Pumbaa had to be reminded to pull out, spilling the rest of his seed onto the grass below them. It was a quite hefty load, and it left the warthog very satisfied when his balls were fully drained. Timon pulled back as well, popping his cock from the lion's mouth with a pleased sigh.

Unbeknownst to them, there was someone who had watched all of these events play out. They waited until Simba was all alone before they made their appearance...

Simba was settled further back on the tree, preparing to take a little nap when he heard the sudden stomping of paws and even a low growl sound. He opened his eyes and scrabbled upon seeing a lioness staring right at him. At first he prepared himself to fight, thinking about the safety of his friends, but something compelled him to wait just a moment. The lioness noticed this and tilted her head.

"Simba? Is it really you?"

This time, Simba was the one to tilt his head, having no earthly idea who this lioness was or how she even knew him.

She frowned and gave him a hopeful smile. "It's me. Nala. Do you remember? When we were cubs..?"

Simba thought for a moment and looked the lioness over before he gasped and scrabbled to his paws. He scanned over her body one more time before he cried out in surprise.

"N-Nala! Is that really you? I mean...look at you now..!"

"I could say the same to you," Nala said, looking her childhood friend up and down. He had certainly grown into quite the lion. But from what she had seen in the bushes, it seemed that Simba favored other males rather than lionesses.

She could not deny that it was a blow to her. As a cub she took the absence of Simba's corpse as a sign that he was still alive out there. For so long she dreamed of the two of them reuniting and settling down together.

But as the Pride Lands fell into ruin under Scar's rule, the lioness' goal had changed. She still hoped for Simba to be alive, but not just to reunite, but to put a stop to the other lion once and for all.

And now here the lion was before her; big and tall, looking very much how she remembered Mufasa to be. This was the saving grace she was looking for...

After doing some brief catching up, the lioness was quick to explain the situation back home. She hoped that Simba would return home to fight off the threat of Scar. And to her shock, the lion agreed right away.

What Scar didn't know was that Simba was what really happened on that day all those years ago. He witnessed his uncle push his own brother from the cliff and down into the gorge, causing his early death...

Simba wanted to put the past behind him, not out of fear, but out of anger. As a cub he was too weak to do anything more than run. He found the oasis and the duo of Timon and Pumbaa. For years, the lion had hoped he could put all that anger and pain behind him, but it was always lingering in the back of his mind...

He had always known there would be a time when he was called back to his original home. But hearing the state he was in brought all those powerful feelings back to the surface.

Not only had Scar tore away the life of his father, but he sought to ruin the very land that he once called home. Sure, he considered the oasis his new residence, but his place of birth would always hold a special place in his heart.

He stood tall and agreed to return home with Nala, to defeat Scar and restore order to his homeland. But he wasn't planning on being king. He would leave that matter for someone else. It was his full intention to return to this very place and spend the rest of his days with Timon and Pumbaa. If he could vanquish Scar, that would bring him complete and total peace.

For the time being, he bid Timon and Pumbaa a farewell for now. It pained him to see and hear them worrying about him, but he pushed it out of his mind and darted off alongside Nala, determined to save his home...

Back in the Pride Lands, Scar had finished giving more commands to the lioness, to which they had finally obeyed after one of them was finally punished severely by the hyenas, as per king's command.

Finally Scar was having his way, and he intended to keep things going in that fashion. All that was left for him to do was sit back and watch the true building of his empire and legacy building.

Though he preferred the company of other males, the dark lion figured he would need an heir to continue what he started. Perhaps for one night he could bring himself to rut one of the lioness a few times to ensure she would have a few cubs to carry on his legacy.

One of the lionesses that first came to mind was none other than Nala. She was young, strong, and capable. But she was also the most defiant of them all. For some reason, Scar found that trait even more favorable, figuring his children would inherit the best of their combined traits, growing up in lions that were both strong and cunning.

Just as he thought about her, Nala made her appearance but she wasn't alone. In her presence was a lion that made Scar's heart skip a beat. For a moment he thought that Mufasa had returned from the dead. But upon another look he realized that his lion was much too young looking. No, it had to be...

"Simba..." Scar said. "What a...surprise."

"Scar..." Simba returned, his voice low and threatening.

"My, my. How you've grown." Scar looked his nephew up and down. The shock of the other lion's return quickly faded upon taking a second look at him. Simba was tall and strapping, a rather handsome male that caught his attention for a solid moment.

"Your reign is over."

The voice of Nala calling out to him snapped Scar from his thoughts. The dark lion quickly braced himself as the golden lion lunged at him. Scar was quick to jump back. Rather than fighting back right away, the dark lion first let out a roar of alert.

That roar got the attention of the many hyenas nearby. And while Scar did his best to hold the usurper off, Pride Rock was soon swarmed with hyenas that collectively pounced on and held down both Nala and Simba, rendering them unable to cause anymore trouble.

Scar sighed and chuckled at the sight before him. The golden lion continued to struggle, but he was outnumbered and the sheer weight of so many held him down no matter how hard he fought.

"Take her away," Scar commanded, referring to Nala. "I have a use for her later."

"Keep him held down and bind him. And once he is, bring him in."

Scar turned tail and retreated into his private chambers within Pride Rock. He trusted the hyenas to carry out his orders...

Within the short window of privacy, Scar wore a grin as he thought about the lovely figure of Simba. Just thinking about it made his body feel warm. Closing his eyes, he could hear the struggling grunts of the strong, young lion.

It made him shudder and purr in excitement. He had always had a thing for other males, and as much as he enjoyed laying with the many hyenas, Simba's presence made him extremely excited. To lay with another lion, a large feline that he could properly mount and use...

His cock slipped from his sheath, already pulsing with a need to feel the other big feline around it. The urge was stronger than he expected. Even with the access of countless males to spill his seed inside of, the prospect of having another lion around to use made his cock harder than it ever had been.

His heart raced at the sound of Simba straining and the heavy drags of his body across the cavern floor. He turned around and stifled a snicker at the sight. Such a strong looking lion, now left to struggle against the thick vines that kept him bound.

Unlike the dark lion, the hyenas were openly laughing and taunting the fallen feline. From their perspective, it was easy to take him down and bring him forth to the king. They took pleasure in dragging him into the cavern's depths before presenting him to the king, just like he told them to.

Scar thanked his subjects and assured them that they would be rewarded for this. From the tone of his voice, it was clear that he would have something extra special in store for them. But for the time being, the dark lion commanded the many hyenas to leave him and Simba be.

They did as they were told, but some of them were whispering to each other. With the way Simba was bound and an obvious erection that bobbed between their king's legs, it wasn't hard for them to guess what would be happening within the caverns.

Indeed, the moment they were all alone, Scar took a moment to walk a slow circle around the other lion, amused at the pitiful struggles the son of his brother made.

"I never thought you would actually have the gall to return after so long..." Scar said, easing himself closer to Simba's ear. "But I am so glad that you did. You see... There's been a certain something lacking within my kingdom. Something that I am sure you can provide..."

Simba continued to struggle until he saw the cock of his uncle prominently jutting out. Bouncing rhythmically and beading pre at the tip, the golden lion was given a good view of it via Scar stopping and looming over his nephew. The older lion knew very well what he was doing, but there was much too much excitement within him to be subtle.

Simba gulped in a mix of slight fear but also the innate interest of having another male's cock so near. Within the oasis he had laid with males of many kinds, more than just Timon and Pumbaa, but he had yet to do something with another lion like himself...

His heart raced when Scar was behind him, grinding his cock against the soft fur next to his tail. At that moment, he forgot all about what he came to do. His body and mind were consumed in a sudden burst of lust. His hole was already winking in anticipation, and the ropes binding him added another layer of thrill.

"Ah. Eager, aren't we?" Scar purred, looking over at the sizable cock that slid from Simba's own sheath. To tease the other lion further, he ground his dick against the soft, puffy rim. The smooth flesh of his length grazed up and down, forcing deep tingles through the bound lion's body.

Shivering and even letting out soft, needy whimpers, Simba prepared himself to be penetrated by the other lion, awaiting something that he would never feel before.

"It seems that I am not the only one that favors males. Tell me, Simba. Have you ever been with another lion?"

Clenching his jaw, Simba slowly shook his head, starting to shudder from anticipation.

"Well... Then allow me to be your first and only..."

The dark lion drew his tongue over his chops and made a low, domination growl before he finally lowered himself down onto the other lion. Simba was still lying on his side, but Scar didn't mind. It only made it easier for his cock to line up with the awaiting hole under his tail.

Rocking his body forwards, the dark lion pressed his cock upon the soft rim and was surprised at how easily his tip sunk inside. Even more so was the pleasure of the hole already being lubed with fluids that remained heated by Simba's body.

"Oh, you are a naughty lion. Were you used before you came to challenge me?"

A blush scorched over Simba's face as he nodded again. Another whimper left him as the cock slowly sunk inside of his ass, filling the space that filled his ass perfectly, as if it was made to fit perfectly.

Scar felt it too, the hole surrounding him was neither too tight nor loose. It was the perfect fit for him to comfortably rut and even be rough without wearing it out.

Just to test out his theory, Scar gave a light thrust, grunting the wet heat squished around his length and clung to it, keeping it warm and perfectly lubed.

Growling in pleasure, the lion settled into those familiar motions, slipping his cock along those hot, sloppy walls. In and out, he savored the most incredible sensations ever felt on his dick. Pressing in deep and pulling back against those pulsating walls, his tip continued to leak and squirt his own brand of precum within the other lion's ass.

On the receiving end, Simba allowed himself to moan, deep and long. It really did fit so well inside of him, simply moving back and forth, grinding over the nerves lining his ass and touching a deep spot that made his back arch slightly. Another moan echoed down the cavern from a second jab deep inside of him.

Heavy breaths left the older lion, with much effort he slowly picked up the pace and strength of his ruts, bouncing his lower half against the golden lion's ass. The sound of a furred body crashing into another sounded, adding to the many noises that already filled the cave, giving Simba yet another thrill to latch onto.

"This will be your life from now on. This is your home after all. Just be a good little lion and you will be rewarded accordingly. I could use a proper toy to ease my stress."

That spot inside of him was hit yet again and Simba nodded. This is what he wanted. It was perfect, and the pleasure within him was long lasting in its intensity. Nothing else registered in his mind. Not this prior duty, not Nala, not even Timon and Pumbaa...

Simba cried out Scar's name, accepting his new place as his king and master marked him deep with his thick, hot seed. It filled his insides even more and solidified his place. All the other lion could do was let out a weak roar as his own cock bobbed and sprayed its load across the cavern floor...

"Long live the king," Scar said as he basked in the feelings of pleasure and superiority.