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A Gay Lion King Parody

Chapter 20

Sponsored by Johnzaloog

by Draconicon

A week passed since he'd come to the jungle with Timon and Pumbaa, and Simba was slowly adjusting to the new life that he'd been given. The feeling of being out of the savannah and constantly beneath the green boughs of the trees was something to get used to, and the shade - the blessed shade - was something that he'd immediately enjoyed, but that didn't mean that it didn't come with its own share of downsides, too.

The food was the worst. Even now, staring at the bug that he'd pulled from beneath a log, he grimaced in anticipation of how it was going to feel in his mouth. He'd come to prefer the slimy sort over the crunchy ones; they didn't have so many legs, and he could just swallow them as fast as possible and pretend that he wasn't doing what he was doing. At least, sometimes; other times, it was not enough and he still had to bite through them and -

His stomach rolled, and he held a hand to his guts to keep himself from losing control. Breathing slowly, he closed his eyes and jammed the crawler past his lips and bit down. A brief bitter-salty flavor spread along his tongue before he swallowed it, feeling it wriggle for a split-second before it went completely still.

"Ugh...never going to get used to that."

The lion knelt down by the river nearby, forcing several mouthfuls of water down before the taste dissipated. It always did, but never fast enough for his tastes. And he'd need a few more mouthfuls of those bugs to be full enough for the rest of the afternoon and evening.

But that could wait for a few minutes, at least. Shaking his head, he sat down on the log, feeling some of the worms crawling between his toes. It was an oddly pleasurable feeling, reminding him of the time that he had gotten pulled into some fun with Timon and Pumbaa, before...

Well, before he'd freaked out and realized that he had to stop it right then and there. Simba rubbed his forehead as he leaned forward, shaking his head.

"Ugh...this isn't fair..."

But he probably deserved it. After everything he'd done, all the mistakes he'd made, he probably deserved to be unhappy. It just seemed to be the way that life was punishing him, at this point.

Then again, considering that he'd helped Scar put together some great lie that let his uncle take the throne...and then used the things that he'd learned from Scar to not only fuck Naka but almost rape his bodyguard...and then went back to Scar and let him know that he knew everything, only to become his uncle's fuck-pet...and then made things worse as his father tried to keep fighting to provide a distraction for him to run away...

Simba collapsed tighter and tighter until he had rolled into a little ball against the side of the log, his arms wrapped around his middle and his legs pressed against his chest. Everything that he had done had been one horrible mistake after another. No wonder he was getting punished with misery.

It's not...it's not that bad...

The lion closed his eyes tighter, forcing himself to think of the few good things out here. No expectations on him, for one. Timon and Pumbaa were more concerned with living their own lives, and he was just a guest here. That was something. That was a big something, because it meant that there was nobody that he had to prove himself to, no-one that he was accountable to. All he had to do was live. And that was hard enough, but at least it was just that.

And more than that...there was nobody that he cared about that he could hurt with a stupid decision. That meant that there was a whole new layer of possibilities open to him.

He stood up from the river, looking out toward the desert that bordered the forest. Even with the river beside him, he could feel the heat burning off the sands in the distance, and the warmth of noon-time demanded respect and obeisance. There would be no activity out there under the burning light of day.

But come nightfall, there was something else he could do. Something that would go a long way towards reminding himself of what he could be.

"Hey, kid! You coming?" Timon called from further upriver. "It's time for a siesta, unless you wanna melt."

"Yeah...yeah, I'm coming," he called back.

"Hurry up. Otherwise Pumbaa's gonna gas the place up before we fall asleep."

The lion chuckled under his breath despite himself. The warthog wouldn't do something that bad, despite Timon's constant threats that he might. For all that Pumbaa was a big, slightly dumb man, he was still cleaner than the meerkat gave him credit for being. Those gas plumes were seldom an issue outside of swimming or when someone really scared him. Considering how big Pumbaa was, that was rare enough.

Simba looked back at the desert again, seeing both the sunlit sands and what it would look like when the sun went down. The dark shadows over the sands, the glowing eyes, and everything that waited for those that didn't belong there would return.

And I can try my luck with them.

It was probably a stupid decision. It might have even been suicidal, come to think of it. He still remembered how terrified he'd been after looking back and seeing them when Timon and Pumbaa had been leading him into the forest and knowing what he'd barely avoided. Despite that fear, he knew that they represented something else: danger, challenge, something to prove that he could still do something.

Or -

No, he wasn't going to have anything go wrong to that extent. He wasn't going to die. But...he might lose. And if he did...

Well, even if he did, nothing would happen to Timon and Pumbaa. They were good folks, but they were sensible. They wouldn't come after him. Not like that.

#

The climb down from the jungle to the desert was harder to do in the dark, but Simba managed it at the cost of several stubbed toes and trembling arms. He groaned as he finally lowered himself to his feet, dragging himself away from the cliff face that led back to the jungle and turned toward the sand. The lengthening shadows of night greeted him, and in the distance, he could just make out the silhouettes of the long-eared shapes that he had seen that first night.

Simba took a deep breath and closed his eyes. As he did, he opened himself the way that he had done back in the Pride Lands, feeling for the same weaknesses that Scar had taught him how to see with the same techniques that he had taught himself. It had worked on Naka, nearly backfired with Shenzi, and then seemed to have worked on Scar in the dream. If he could do it right here, though, that would mean that he had truly bettered himself. And if he failed...well, then he deserved to fail after screwing up so many lives.

You can do this. You can do this.

Simba curled his toes against the sands as he looked out into the darkness, flicking his eyes from one long shadow to another to find the red eyes that he remembered. It didn't take long to find one pair, all but floating over a rock near an oasis in the distance, and he started marching for it.

He half-expected to be ambushed by one of the other silhouettes in the night as he made his way across the sands, but if they saw him, they didn't care. That, or they were already warned off by the one that he was approaching. Either way, he reached the rock unmolested, and his eyes adapted to the dark in the time it took to reach it, giving details to the creature that he hadn't seen before.

It was vaguely canine, almost like the wild dogs of the savannah, but with more pointiness to it, greater angularity than the wild dogs ever would have had. The cheekbones of this canine were sunk in, and rose high beneath the eye, giving them a naturally haughty expression. Their long ears were twitchy, as if they could hear anything that crossed the sand.

And as it stood up rather than hunched down, he knew that it would have been able to look any lion of the Pride in the eye. Its gaze, firm and red and almost bloody rather than fiery, held him tight as it descended from the rock. Its black fur meant that it blended into the night perfectly, only visible against the lighter sands beneath their feet as it walked toward him. The soft smack, smack, smack of a cock against thigh was just barely audible as it came closer.

An air of menace followed it, and Simba almost took a step back in fear, only stopping himself with the greatest of effort. If he took a step back now, if he retreated from this thing, then he would keep running, and it would keep chasing him. He had to stand up for himself. He had to show that he had the same courage that his father had, that Sakabi and Naka had.

If he could stand up here, then he could keep moving forward. If he could -

The dog reached out and grabbed him by the balls. How it had closed the distance that fast, Simba didn't know, but it was enough to leave him gasping, standing on his tiptoes.

"Prey," the red-eyed dog said. "Prey for our pleasure."

Simba hissed through his teeth as he felt the dog's fingers tighten around his sac, just enough to deliver the same sort of pain that he'd seen Scar give others when they were having fun. The dog stepped closer, and that thick, meaty shaft rubbed between his legs, grinding against his cock as it started going up. Shivering, the lion tried to pull back, but he was trapped, pulled tight against the dog. His captor's other hand went around his back, sliding under his tail and between his cheeks.

"Nnngh!"

A blunt finger pressed into him without warning, digging in deeper than he expected, and he hissed through clenched teeth as it started pressing against his prostate. The dog milked him, those stern red eyes locked with his as he tried to squirm back.

"You wish to be caught."

"Nnngh...no..."

"You want to be taken."

"No, I don't!"

"You lie."

He did, but that didn't mean that he was going to admit that to a stranger that had him by the balls. Huffing and puffing, Simba tried to reach out with the same darkness that he had used before, looking the dog in the eye, trying to find some weakness that he could exploit. Body, mind, some sort of emotional weak point such as the one that he had hit Scar with in the dream: anything at all would be better than the nothing that he had.

The dog slid a second finger in, and Simba groaned, knees shaking as the canine expertly rubbed his prostate. He slumped forward, his cock twitching, his hips grinding forward against the dog's cock.

"You know what you are."

"I'm not...I'm not..."

"You are -"

"I'm not...a slut..."

Scar had tried to turn him into one, and he'd run away before the process could be complete. The vultures had tried to do it, and he'd had to be rescued. Now it was happening again, and he couldn't fight back. Even as he felt a third finger pressing under his tail, spreading his rim wider still, he could feel the temptation to just slide down, to become what they wanted him to be. It would be so easy to just give in and allow them to take control. He deserved it if he lost; he'd thought that exact thing.

He realized then how very easy it would be to let himself get caught, not just in the hands of this hound, but all the others waiting in the darkness. Simba's hole clenched hard around the dog's fingers, feeling them digging deeper, curling to rub right over that little pleasure button in his ass. He huffed and panted as his cock rose, twitching hard and dripping already into the sand and onto his partner's fur. He could barely even lift his hands to press against the other male's chest, trying in vain to push him back as he was pulled even closer.

"Prey to pleasure," the dog whispered. "Our prey..."

"N-no..."

"You want...to submit..."

There had to be a weakness. There had to be. He didn't -

He didn't want to fall. Not like that. Not forever. Simba clenched his teeth as he looked the dog in the eye one more time, trying to find that one thing that would keep him free of this perpetual indulgence -

And he saw it. The competition. The need to fight. The need to win that the dog had. That was the enticement and the desert dog's strength, as well as his weakness.

Simba panted, pushing forward, sliding along those fingers until his cock frotted against the hound's. Rather than trying to get away, he pushed himself closer, cock to cock, and took the initiative by seizing both cocks together. The hound stopped pushing forward, blinking in surprise, and the lion took his chance.

"You want me to want it...but what if I want something else?"

"You do not."

"I want a lot of things."

Painful as it was to want anything after fucking up before -

No, no, couldn't think about that right then. If he started thinking about his failures, if he lost himself to the past, then he would be right back where he started. He had to put his past behind him and focus on the now, the pleasures there rather than the pain behind him. He gripped their cocks tighter, slowly sliding forward. The pressure of his tip against the other male's was pleasurable enough for him, but the dark-furred canine groaned in deeper pleasure, taking those strong fingers from his balls.

That was enough for Simba. He pushed forward, and they went down to the sands. He grinned down at the red-eyed dog, panting softly.

"Yes...I want a lot of things...I'm a very...needy lion," he said, bringing his free hand up, flexing his claws, trying anything to test the other man's limits. "And you...want to be needed."

That was it. That resonated. They hunted people, broke them, and...yes, they were needed by those that they broke. That was why they were constantly pushing so hard, keeping their prey broken to pleasure so that they never recovered, too desperate for the dogs to search out anything else that might help them get better. They always needed the dogs, and those thick cocks.

Simba smirked, leaning down and whispering to his partner.

"Well...I need your ass..."

As he lowered his hips, he felt the red-eyed hound shivering. It was a similar feeling to what he'd gotten when he'd dominated Naka, when he'd attempted to dominate Sarakiba. There were moments when he could feel the shift in the other person's mindset and willpower parted and allowed him to take control. He wondered if Scar felt that same thing when he was with his partners, and put that out of his mind, too. The past had no reason to be here, now. This was his time, and nobody else's.

He growled, feeling that tight little hole waiting for his cock. Simba looked down at the shivering dog's face, and brought his hand to the canine's throat. It was pure instinct that made him grab, squeeze, choke the other male, and the dog stiffened up, hissing, panting.

"Heh...what's the matter? Afraid of being taken? Afraid that you'll need me the way that you wanted me to need you?"

Simba could feel his excitement shifting, that hunger to be grabbed and used changing into something darker, something that went deeper and felt safer. That hunger, that need to take control that he had used back in the Pride Lands, was still there. That darkness that his uncle used to his advantage was still there.

He could have pulled back, and his fear of what he could do almost made him do that...but survival and desperation pushed him forward, instead.

His cock slid past that waiting pucker, and the dark-furred dog moaned, arching his back against the sands. Simba slid right in, that hole welcoming him as much as the dog protested. Those protests quieted soon enough, though, particularly as he leaned into his grip around the hunter's throat. The little gasps and gluks that came from his attempts to get more than the slightest breaths told him just who was in control, and it wasn't this little slut.

Slut.

Simba smiled despite himself as he felt that sensation of control coming back. He had been the bitch, the slut, the one that got used over and over and over again. He'd come to expect to get fucked, but this...this was the other side of things. He could have both. He would have both.

He slammed in the rest of the way and his partner gasped, shivering from head to toe. That throbbing cock oozed against his belly as he pinned the dog down, holding him in place as he ground his crotch against that tight hole.

"That's it...that's what you were wanting...Someone to need your ass..."

"Nngh...that is...is not..."

"You were bored...You didn't have anyone to challenge you."

"Ah...ah..."

"Well, now I'm here..."

Simba pulled back slowly, and he could feel the dog's inner walls clamping down on him, hard. He moaned under his breath, letting himself just enjoy it in a way that he had always been too afraid to do from the other side. There was nothing here that could conquer him as long as he was on top. He could...he could survive like this.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

The soft clenches of that ring of muscle were pleasurable enough, but it was the safety, the lack of fear that made it better. As long as he kept his grip, as long as he reminded this dog who was in charge, nothing could take him down. He could enjoy this for as long as he wanted. He growled, slamming his hips down harder than he needed to, and he felt the dog's dick throb against his belly, oozing and spitting against his fur. Every thrust, every grind was enough to take that pleasure from the dog and put him in his place beneath a lion.

Take it...take it...take it!

Grunting, Simba shifted their positions, grabbing the wild dog's ankles and shoving them up and back. He looked down at his new bitch the way that so many others had looked down on him, and wondered if this was how they felt conquering the prince of the Pride Lands. Was this power what they experienced when they were dominating him?

If so, he could understand the way that they treated him. He wanted to do as much and worse to this...this...

This slut.

This bitch.

This thing under him.

"Mine...you...are...mine," Simba growled between thrusts, panting against the dog's toes as he leaned forward, pinning him in place as he humped away. "You want to be needed? Be a good...needy...bitch for me...Let me come down...let me use you...and show you where you belong."

It was enough for the dog, apparently. With a whimper, the dark-furred canine came, and came hard. The white streaks in his fur were just barely visible in the dark, and Simba growled as he felt the spasms around his cock. He rammed in one last time, feeling the clenching around his shaft dragging him over the edge, and he embraced that feeling, letting it just...milk him. Squirt, squirt, squirt.

He panted as he pulled out afterward, grinding his cock against the base of the dog's tail as he got to his feet. The other male panted, too, shaking on the desert sands and huffing for breath. Simba chuckled.

"Remember...remember who beat you."

"..."

"I'll be back."

As soon as he stepped away from the broken dog, the guilt from before tried to rise in his heart, but Simba forced it back down with the remnants of pleasure that still burned in the back of his mind. There was so much there, so much bliss that came from taking charge of his life, in fighting back against the fear, that it was sufficient, for the moment. He felt his cock throb as he turned around, seeing the rest of the pack staring at what he had done.

"Move."

The dark-furred dogs did as they were told, parting and making a path for him. Simba smiled despite himself, walking through them and keeping his tail high. Normally, that would have been an exposed thing, a weakness, something that he did for those that would come and use him.

Not this time. This time, it was an expression of confidence, and he felt...good. Good enough that he didn't fear the beasts around him.

Good enough to stroke himself as they stared.

Good enough to be hard by the time he reached the desert's edge.

Maybe I'm finally getting better, he thought. Maybe...maybe I'm not as broken as I thought.

#

It took less time to reach the sleeping place than it took to leave it, and despite the pleasure that he felt from his success, he was tired enough to fall asleep as soon as his head hit the roots. He dreamed, and as he dreamed, he wandered.

The blackness of the dream was as familiar as ever, but there were no voices to draw him. He felt almost as if he was wandering as he had in the waking world, but this time, with control, with ambition, with power behind it. The lion chuckled to himself, the prince -

Prince.

The word no longer felt quite so painful to consider. Maybe he had screwed up, but he was still a lion with power, with...with confidence. He could flex that...use it...remind himself what he could be.

And so, he wandered in the dark, seeing things impossible and possible, unreal and real. He wandered from the shadowlands of the forest to the desert again, crossing the distance in spans and at speeds impossible for anything real. He wandered, he ran, and eventually, he found something of interest.

Another lion, one that had tucked himself against one of the few scraggly trees that dotted the desert, had his arms pulled against his chest and his legs tucked together. He was fit, strong, but clearly tired and wasted from the day. There was no joy in his face, nothing but grim determination to do something, to get to his destination.

Simba, high on his own pleasures still, smirked as he reached around the other lion, putting his hands on the other male's hips. The seated lion stirred, but only slightly, shifting to push his back further against the tree. No loincloth, nothing to hide his cock and his balls, nothing to keep them from the cooling sands...and nothing to keep that ass from being on display.

Mmmm...

Simba leaned in, his hands moving like the touch of a spirit up to the other lion's chest. A little pull at those soft nipples among the fur, and he got a little groan of pleasure for his trouble. All the better, all the hotter. He smirked as he leaned in further, whispering in the lion's ear, wondering if the words would affect a dream.

"You look so...empty..."

It was the whisper of power, the same power that he had used to see the dog's weakness, the same thing that he had used to call out Scar in the dream before. If that had been real, at least. If that had been -

It didn't matter. What mattered was this. What mattered was now.

"So empty. No purpose, no food...but pleasure can take the place of that..."

The lion's mouth moved, echoing that word. Pleasure. Simba brought one hand down, gently pushing it between the lion's legs. So faint, he imagined, past that shaft and past that sac, right to the hole behind it. His prey gasped, and Simba chuckled.

"You can sate yourself...distract yourself...it would feel so good, right? So good to touch it...to feel something inside..."

"Ah...ah..."

He could hear the faint panting from the other lion, saw the slight twitch of the other male's hand moving further down. Curiosity, perhaps.

"Empty. But you can fill yourself...with pleasure."

Simba didn't even know what he was doing, but he felt the strength of control as he did it. He watched as the other lion slowly reached down, down, down, fingers curling past his sac and then -

"Mmmmph..."

The soft moan of satisfaction as one of them pushed in was all that Simba needed to hear. His cock hardened further, and he laughed impishly as he stood up and moved on. That one would be enjoying himself for the rest of the night, if he was real, and if he were not? Well, that was pleasure to be had, anyway.

Further on, further out, passing the desert and almost reaching his father's lands, now. He could feel the warmth of the sun starting to rise at the edge of his awareness, coming over the desert and the far lands at the same time. He was about to cross the border into the Pride Lands when something else stopped him. A shadow, a familiar presence, one that -

"Well, well, well. If it's not the dirty little prince."

Simba paused, turning his head. The hyena's silhouette was faint, not nearly as strong as the lion's in the desert, but it was somehow more...focused. Able to see him, rather than just ignoring him as a ghost passing through.

"Shenzi," Simba said.

"Mmm, right, Princy."

"How are you -"

"I know my magics. Better than you do, heh."

"What - this isn't -"

"This isn't a dream, kid. This is real power. And Scar's not going to miss this if you get any closer."

It was real, then. Real enough that he had probably forced someone into doing something that they normally wouldn't. It was like a bucket of ice water running over him, shocking him to the core.

Shenzi chuckled, shaking his head as he stepped closer. Even here, even in the ghostly fashion, he could smell the musk coming off the hyena, the scent of rut and heat and warmth that had always permeated the air around him in the past. Whatever sense of control and power that Simba had managed to capture from the conquest of the pack drifted away as the hyena stood in front of him, stroking one bare sole along the top of his foot.

"Well, well, well...it looks like you've been learning while you've been away. Scar's not going to like that."

"You're going to tell him?"

"Not yet."

"...Why not?"

"There's a little deal I got going with Sakabi, and that little brat bodyguard of yours."

"Naka? He's okay?" Simba asked.

"Oh, he's fine. He's on his way to see you. Crossing the desert now."

Crossing the desert.

A lion in the sands.

A lion alone.

Naka...I just...

He'd just used his new power on Naka, leaving the other lion fingering himself in the middle of the night, lost in a sense of emptiness and need. Just because he could, just because he needed to flex that new muscle.

What was wrong with him?

And why...

Shenzi tapped his cock, and Simba was brought back to the moment. His dick throbbed up and down, and it wasn't getting better as the hyena's thick musk pulled him in again and again. He shook his head, rubbing his nose.

"This is...real?"

"Almost as real as the waking world. You're going to be tired tomorrow, Princy. You didn't get any real sleep, and your body is going to make you pay for it. Heh. Hope you enjoyed it, though. Looks like you saw something you liked. Unless it's just being around me, and wanting to be under my muddy soles again."

Memories of being given such a footjob in the elephant graveyard returned to him, as did the thoughts of what the hyena patriarch could do if they were given the time. His cock throbbed, and his ass clenched, and -

No, no, no.

Simba managed to pull away, and Shenzi cocked his head to the side.

"Well, look at that. Looks like the dirty little prince is getting his head on straight. Maybe there's the chance that we can work together, after all."

"Work - wait. What are you -"

"When Naka finds you, he'll tell you. Heh. Now, get out of here before Scar notices that there's a little ghost on his borders."

Simba agreed.

#

The lion opened his eyes, and he was back at the sleeping place. Not rested at all, as Shenzi had warned him, but at least that wasn't some sort of nasty surprise as a result. He groaned, rolling onto his back as he stared up at the clearing blue sky. The soft mist that hung around the jungle in the morning hours was a delight, cool and crisp rather than freezing as it could get out in the desert at night.

But even as he imagined what might happen today, even as his morning wood throbbed with the remnants of the last night's seed still slightly crusted along the underside, his mind was already awash with other possibilities, other considerations.

Naka's coming.

Shenzi had been very definite about that, and he doubted that the hyena would lie to him. Not when he obviously wasn't that keen on Scar, from what he'd heard. And if Naka was coming -

And if he can forgive me for fucking with him...

Or if he could take further control to the point where it wouldn't matter if his former bodyguard was angry with him...

The thought stuck with him. He flexed his claws, looking at his hand and imagining how it would feel to be the one on top for once. They were...vaguely friendly with each other, and Naka took his duties seriously, but he had never imagined that there was as much respect there as there could be. Simba imagined how it would feel to pin his guard down...to take what he wanted...

To be seen with more worshipful eyes...

Can I do that, without being cruel? Can I do that without losing control, the way that I did before?

It was tempting...and he imagined that he had a little while to experiment before Naka actually arrived, considering how far off he'd seemed in the dream.

The End

Summary: Simba decides to confront his fears and his own need to slut around in a rather dangerous way.

Tags: M/M, Groping, Anal, Mild CBT, The Lion King, Lion King, Gay Lion King, All Male, Lion, Dog, Hyena, Fingering, Teasing, Musk, Foot Fetish, Series,