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A Gay Lion King Parody

Chapter 24

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By Draconicon

Their trek began across the desert, and their numbers seemed to dissuade the greater predators from chasing after them. Timon and Pumbaa knew the lands around the jungle, but they didn't know the greater extent of it, while Naka had been sober enough to remember the first half of the desert, but not the latter. Combined with Simba's vague memories of his run across the desert, they had an approximate map of the great sandy expanse, and felt confident enough in their ability to get across it.

As their first dull day came to an end, the four of them made camp. Conversation had been sparse during the long walk to save energy and water, but as the sun set and the desert cold began to fall upon them, they gathered around a few salvaged bits of wood and made a fire. Long hours of silent thinking fell from everyone at once, and after a few jumbled moments, Simba held up his hands and silenced everyone.

"One at a time," he said.

"..."

"Pumbaa," Simba said, gesturing at the biggest of them. "You start."

"Well, uh, I was just thinking. You wanted me and Timon to come along for this, but, uh, you didn't really say...that is...what's going on."

"Yeah, buddy, that's pretty much the situation in a nutshell," the meerkat said, leaning against the bigger boar. "I mean, ain't like we're gonna just run off and abandon you here, but..."

"You dare question the -"

"Naka. It's okay," Simba said, a vaguely relieved chuckle slipping past his lips before he could stop it. "I'm not the King. I'm barely the Prince."

"The Prince?!"

They both jumped, almost falling backward, and Simba bit off another, slightly more hysterical chuckle. For all that the idea of confronting his uncle and going back home after what he'd done terrified the living hell out of him, he'd forgotten that he still had to tell them the truth. The whole truth. Not just the little bits and bobs that had come out since they'd known him and what they might or might not believe.

So, he settled in and told the whole story. Of course, he skimmed over the childhood bits, giving just enough for them to get the general feel of the Pride Lands and the ruling lions - complete with the ritual story that had resulted in him being born the heir - and only started getting into detail when he reached the point where he'd found Scar fucking the zebra. The darkness, the hedonism, the pain and the pleasure all rolled into one: he made sure to describe all of that in detail.

As the story came out, so did the pain. Several times, he had to stop in mid-explanation to wipe his eyes, to feel what had happened. More than once, he wanted to stop, and Timon and Pumbaa both said that he could if he needed to, but Simba refused. Something was breaking in him, but it was a good break, a right break. He needed to get this out if he was going to be able to accept what had happened.

He pushed through, describing his pride and his stupidity as he went to the hyenas. He talked about fucking Naka over the rocks, and how Shenzi had manipulated him, pushed his buttons, forced him to enjoy things that he didn't know he could enjoy. He told them about how his father had come to rescue him, and had nearly started a war, all because Scar had manipulated them.

And then...

Then he told them about what Scar had done to him. He told them about the hundred ways that Scar had fucked him, dominated him, used him. Every time that he mentioned a new thing, he felt the details coming back, the memories of ghostly hands on him, the sensation of a prick sliding under his tail and violating his asshole and making him cum time after time after time. The pleasure that came from pain, the bliss that came from his uncle's humiliation: it all streamed out of him in nightmarish details.

And his body, traitor that it was, still remembered how good it had felt. By the time that he reached the point of his escape, aided by Shenzi, he was as hard as a rock, and he couldn't stop throbbing as he remembered his uncle, the hyena, and every indignity that he had suffered beneath the pair of them. It burned in his soul, but at least saying it let that soreness, that ache, be purged slightly.

There was pity in their eyes. Simba took it and let it pass; he wasn't pathetic, he knew that now, but it was still hard to accept that.

"And then...I made my way to you. And...then Naka came to get me, because things got worse back home. Much worse, from what you were saying," he said, turning back to his old bodyguard. "Must be hell if you came to get me."

"Sakabi is Scar's personal plaything, in the worst of ways. He's turned your father's former lover into nothing more than a Wanton One, passing him around to the hyenas when he's not breaking Sakabi himself."

"..."

"The pride runs with hyenas. The Pride Lands are becoming more and more Scar's personal playground. He believes in nothing other than his own authority, and every time that he holds court, he demands both obeisance and some sort of tribute. He's building an army of the other tribes of the Pride Lands, and -"

"And? There's an and to all this?!"

"The Outlanders."

"...Yes...I...I had forgotten..."

Simba had purged more than he realized from his memories, because the moment that Naka mentioned them, he remembered both who they were and why Scar would want them. They were exiled from the Pride Lands, yes, but that had been done with the power that the King held. If they were ever invited back, and supported by the King, then that would mean that the entirety of the Pride Lands would turn into something far darker than it already was.

The Outlanders were lions that believed in their superiority over other creatures in a way that no other member of the pride ever had. Most of them believed that all other species were worth nothing more than their flesh as meat and their holes as pleasure; anything else happened to be something that the lions allowed them to have. If they came back, and if Scar supported them and made them part of the pride...

Simba shook his head. His father had made a lot of mistakes, but keeping the Outlanders out had been his greatest achievement. He had to make sure that Scar didn't let them in. Not now. Not when everything was already so bad.

"So, how are you going to deal with him?" Naka asked.

"...What?"

"You're going to have to fight him. You have...some power," the other lion said, glancing at Timon and Pumbaa before clearly changing his words. "What is the plan?"

"I..."

Simba dropped his gaze, shaking his head.

"I don't know."

"...You don't know."

It was the thing that he'd been trying to figure out all day long. The long walk through the desert had been quiet enough that he'd felt that he should have been able to figure out something, but instead, all he felt was more confusion, more helplessness.

Every time that he imagined fighting Scar, he felt that same fear and lust, both emotions twisting together until all he could imagine was his uncle's cock down his throat or under his tail, or those clawed toes pressing to either side of his cock while Scar's foot pressed down on his balls, threatening to crush them, or a hundred other things that his uncle had done before. The need and terror that it evoked kept reminding him of how much power Scar actually had, and how imperfect his own abilities were.

After all, his uncle had used his powers over...well, who knew how long? He knew how to use that darkness, how to dominate others and bring them under his sway. They were happy to obey him, because he showed them where they belonged.

How did you do that when you were trying to bring down someone that saw their place as being at the top?

Simba leaned down, pressing his head into his hands. He took a deep breath, then another, and another. It wasn't completely hopeless, he reminded himself. With allies, he could go back and they could start searching out others that were discontent with Scar's rule. There were probably pockets of other tribes, other species, other herds, that didn't like what his uncle was doing in the Pride Lands. That, in turn, would give him time to learn how to use what powers he had, and...and...

But that would take time. And they didn't have time. They had to do something fast. Scar would be waiting for that, though, particularly with Naka missing, and -

"How do you not know?" Naka asked.

"Hey, hey. Kid. Give Simba a break," Timon said.

"A break? He's had a break. He had a break with you while the rest of the Pride Lands has been ruined by someone that doesn't know how to handle it."

"Ruined, or changed?" Simba asked.

Naka whipped his head around. Simba didn't blink.

"It's important. Has he actually ruined it yet, or has he only changed it? Because if he's ruined it, then there's a chance that we can get some support, but if it's just change, then we're going to have a much harder time."

"...He's going to ruin it."

"Then we don't have the support from others. Not as much, at least."

"You're the Prince. You can come back, claim the throne."

"Until or unless Scar contests that and insists that he should hold it, particularly when I've run off. He's got excuses to keep hold of it now, and -"

"Ugh! Are you telling me that he's going to win, then? That all this...this nightmare of him having to prove himself King by any means necessary is going to mean he wins?"

"...Say that again?"

"What -"

"No, no, say that again," Simba said, leaning in. "What was that, about proving himself King?"

Naka leaned back, looking surprised for the first time. Simba was surprised himself; he hadn't thought that this eagerness could actually be found anymore, but there was something there. He waved for his bodyguard to continue, and eventually, the lion did.

"Scar's been pushing everyone to acknowledge that he is King, and demanding the title more than anyone else. I've seen the way that he treats the other lions, the Wanton Ones, everyone. It's like...like he needs to hear it. All the time."

That triggered an old memory, something that he'd almost forgotten. During one of the dreamwalks, he had seen Scar, heard him, but Scar hadn't seen him. But...he'd said something back then, something that was so vague and faint that he couldn't remember the words, but he couldn't remember the feeling.

Never as good as Mufasa.

It had been something like that. It was meant as nothing more than a petty complaint, barely an insult, but it had struck at Scar somehow. He remembered feeling his uncle withdraw from the dream, all but pushed out of it, fleeing from the accusation. Hearing what had been happening around Pride Rock finally told him why.

His uncle felt like he wasn't good enough. This whole thing was driven by the need to prove that he was good enough for royalty, was good enough to be the ruler of the land. Whatever ambition his uncle had, whatever power he claimed and used, it was all to hide just how desperate he really was.

He chuckled, a slight madness to the sound as he leaned back on his palms. He looked toward the sky, shaking his head.

"What? What is it?" Naka asked.

"I think that he might have a weak spot."

"What - how?"

"Everyone does...he just...I'll explain it in the morning, after I've thought about it."

"Well, if that's the case, then me and the big guy are going to get some shut-eye," Timon said, chuckling. "You two keep talking if you want, but keep it quiet, yeah? Come on, Pumbaa."

Simba chuckled, shaking his head. He knew that he wouldn't have to wait long before the pair of them were completely out, and he was right; within five minutes, Pumbaa was snoring, the loud sound completely smothering the meerkat's quieter sleep-hum. Naka just stared at the pair of them, shaking his head incredulously.

"How can they just -"

"They're just that comfortable, I guess," Simba said, shaking his head.

They were finally alone again, or as alone as they were going to get on this trip. He knew from past experience that Timon and Pumbaa were all but impossible to wake up when they first fell asleep; they would snooze right through a windstorm if it happened within the first few hours of nodding off, and he doubted that they'd wake up for anything short of a serious injury for a while. He and Naka had complete privacy.

It was...surreal, in its own way. They hadn't been like this since before he'd left the Pride Lands, before he'd tried to confront Scar and before everything had gone wrong. They both sat naked around the fire, his bodyguard in more of a squat while Simba sat with his legs crossed. The fading heat from the sand was nice under his balls -

It was a side detail. He knew that they needed to talk about things, about the way that the world had changed since the last time that they had been together, and - most importantly - about what Simba had done to the other lion when they were fighting. The Prince rubbed the back of his head, looking at the fire for a few seconds more, before finally turning to look his friend in the eye.

"I'm sorry."

"..."

"I'm sorry for using you back in the jungle. That was...I fought the only way that I could think of fighting, but I'm still sorry for what I used on you."

"...Apology accepted."

"But not forgiven."

"...No."

"I didn't think it would be. But...I can make some amends."

Rolling onto all fours, he crawled across the sands to the squatting feline. Before Naka could stop him, he reached down and cradled the other lion's balls. They were full, alright, probably pushed that way from the long walk and the heated day, as well as some memories of what they had done before. He rolled them in his palm, watching as his bodyguard's cock slowly started rising.

The darker thoughts were there. He could grab it, seize hold of it, milking it of everything that it had and punishing Naka for not forgiving him. He could feel the various weaknesses that he could prey on...

But he also felt something else. There were desires, whispered and scarce, but they were there. Desires of something more, wants and needs that were not quite acknowledged, but nonetheless felt.

Need...fuck...rut...

Naka had always been the one that served, even though he won most of the fights. Simba had never quite given that back. He could do that today.

He squeezed that shaft until it was as hard as it could be, encouraging it to full size and length. Once it was dripping upon the sands, he turned around, slowly lifting his tail and reaching back with one hand to spread his cheeks. He could feel Naka's eyes on his hole, and he pushed back, letting that throbbing shaft 'kiss' his pucker.

"Sir -"

"I used you."

"..."

"Now, you may use me."

"I don't know - this - I might -"

"I will not take from you without giving something back," Simba said. "And until I can give you something in the Pride Lands, this is all I can do. So, please. Take what you want from me. For once, take everything that you want, instead of waiting for what you need."

"..."

The soft squelch of pressure against his hole told him that more persuasion wasn't needed, merely patience. He let Naka grind, dropping his hand back to the sand as he felt that soft, gentle thrusting between his cheeks. Each little nudge left behind a dribble of pre-cum, wet and slippery, which eased the next thrust, and the next thrust after that. Pulse, throb, pulse, throb. The constant dribble was enough to drive his own cock up, the familiar feeling of something hard against his belly making him quite content.

The first little thrust was not that hard, and barely had any confidence behind it, but there was enough size and heft to the other lion's cock to make him remember how it felt to be fucked by others. He bit back a hiss, not wanting to give Naka any reason to slow down; it had to be done.

Yet, the heated feeling of pressing inside of him was still...intense. For all that he had gotten used to Pumbaa's huge cock, there was something different about the feeling of having another lion on top of him again. The claws around his hips, the slight feeling of a semi-barb along the head -

Submit to your uncle, nephew...

Pushing that memory down before it could do more than echo in his head, Simba bit off another hiss as his bodyguard's cock went deeper, deeper, and finally stopped just a few inches short of where Scar's cock would have ended. He focused on his breathing, on the pleasurable stretch-feeling of that shaft inside of him, of the weight against that pleasure button inside, and everything else that was good about it. Naka groaned over him, leaning forward, wrapping around him from behind. The weight on his back wasn't so bad, and the arms around his chest were nice.

No teasing, no sudden clawing, nothing but humping followed. He was fine with that. The heat of someone else's body on him, the fur, the feeling of something similar -

His uncle's body had been so rough, so intense, so focused on finding any and all weak spots. It had never been about Scar's pleasure back then, but rather pushing more on Simba to break him. It had been focused on finding pain, turning that to pleasure, or finding something that humiliated him and turning that to pleasure, as well. To make him into a hedonist, a pervert, something that could not think but to enjoy the things that were done to him: that was what Scar wanted.

Naka clearly didn't want that. All he wanted to do was hump. Hump, thrust, hump, thrust. It filled him, emptied him, and filled him again, the soft warmth of friction against his hole and the teasing nudges of an eager cock against his insides something almost new. It was...

It was almost unsatisfying in comparison, but it had nothing to do with the old memories, and that was good enough for Simba.

He closed his eyes and rode it, rocking his hips back once he felt Naka's rhythm. His bodyguard hissed against the back of his neck, growling and snarling in quiet fashion. Simba chuckled.

"You can go harder..."

"Mmmph..."

"You were hurt. You can take it out on me. Go ahead...go ahead..."

The next thrust was a little harder, just enough to make him huff a bit, and the next one drew a little grunt from him, but no more. When that didn't break him, Naka finally seemed to get the picture. Strong arms wrapped tighter around him, and the thrusting intensified...hard.

Simba closed his eyes a little tighter. This was going to be a long night.

#

Morning came, eventually, and he woke with sand muddied against his rump. His hole was still slightly gaped from the rough use, but there was no real soreness from it. He was used to that feeling, by now.

The rest of the group were still asleep. Simba rose on silent feet and looked toward the horizon. Though he couldn't see Pride Rock from where he stood, he could almost feel it. It was there, past the edge of his vision, and he swore that he could almost feel Scar waiting.

He was still afraid. He doubted that he'd ever stop feeling afraid of his uncle after everything that had been done to him. Yet, at least he could push through that fear without immediately feeling like he was going to fall into some sort of fit. Something - whether it was guilt, shame, or something else entirely - had shifted. He had control over himself again.

Simba turned as Timon stirred, the meerkat rolling over Pumbaa's exposed cock. He chuckled to himself as his friend very nearly gagged himself on the huge rod before getting to his feet.

"Ugh. What a night..."

"Sleep well?"

"I slept on fatso's stomach over there, whaddya think?"

"I think that you probably enjoyed it."

"Yeah, well, you're not wrong." He chuckled. "So, you two had a good time, judging by the look of your sandy ass."

"Yeah, well, you're not wrong."

"Heh...so...you got a plan?"

"...Something of one, yes."

"Wanna lay it on me before the others wake up?"

"...Long as you're gentle."

"Heh, kid, go for it."

Simba nodded, waiting for Timon to come stand beside him before he continued.

"Scar's scared of anyone not seeing him as the King. That's obvious from what Naka was saying last night. But that means that he has to push to be seen as King all the time. If he's got that much fear in there, then that means that he's got a button that we can push. A big, big button. He might not be afraid of anyone challenging him directly, but if we can challenge him on who is the better King, he won't be able to resist."

"And how do you think you'd be able to get him to believe a challenge like that?"

"He was afraid when I told him that he'd never be as good as my father was. If he feels fear from that, then there's better taunts I can use. He'll have to come out, have to prove himself. He'll be sneaky about it, he'll try and cheat, but he can't stand not being seen as King. And that means that he'll have to at least do something out in the open."

"If you can get to him."

"That...is a bit of an if, yeah."

"Got any plans for how you're going to get through the Pride Lands?"

"...Not yet," he admitted. "We're going to have to see what happens when we get there."

"We might have allies."

Simba and Timon turned. Naka was awake, the other lion huffing as he brushed sand away from his crotch. Some of the slime left behind from last night had caked that to him, as well. As he got to his feet, he nodded in the same direction Simba had been staring in.

"There's a few that are on our side. A few of the Wanton Ones...maybe Shenzi, if that bastard keeps his promises."

"That's...something. Better than the alternatives, at least." Simba shook his head. "We should get going. Someone wake Pumbaa."

#

It took several days to get across the desert, but eventually they reached the great canyon that Simba vaguely remembered from his abrupt flight from the kingdom. The great red stone loomed over them as they walked through it, passing from sand to rock, and slowly toward the greater grasslands of the Pride Lands. The further they traveled through the stone passages, the more that the familiar land seemed to welcome him home.

Simba didn't know what to feel as he entered the Pride Lands once more. They were...intense, to say the least, with a feeling of life and light, but also darkness and hunger underlying everything. Light and shadow, sun and shade, felt like they were part of everything in a way that he had never entirely felt before.

Unlike his time in the jungle, Simba felt stronger. Not just physically, but with that dark power that Scar had unlocked...and something more, something...something that hadn't been there before.

He glanced back at Naka, at Timon and Pumbaa, and he saw things. He saw their want and need.

He saw the way that Naka hid his stares at the royal ass, how the lion wanted to pin Simba against the wall and try that hole again, and the embarrassed thought of licking it clean next time.

He saw Timon's playful desire to ram a fist up his ass, and the teasing way that he liked to play with the lion's feet. Simba remembered the last time that they'd indulged that, and he curled his toes with a small smile.

He saw Pumbaa's more inclusive craving of another threesome, with Simba between him and Timon, and the soft cuddles that would come afterward.

In days past, such details would have required focus, pushing himself to see the darker desires in others, but now, it came with a glance. It was like everything that had been buried was on the surface here in the Pride Lands, and he didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. All he knew was that the power was there, and he was using it without even thinking about it.

They reached the end of the canyon and stumbled on a pile of unconscious bodies. Rhinos, elephants, even a jaguar lay in catatonic states, their eyes closed and their chests slowly rising and falling. The only conscious being there, wobbling back and forth, was a lion with a shaved mane, a pierced pair of nipples, and a cock that was weighed down by a heavy rock. Sarakiba met Simba's eyes, and smiled.

"Hail...Majesty..."

The Wanton One fell over, barely breathing, but alive. Simba stared at the conquests of sex around the outcast lion, shaking his head as he realized just how much Sarakiba had done. The Wanton One had completely drained no less than two dozen warriors, and had left the canyon open.

That...is loyalty...

"Well, well, well..."

And of course, we can't be that lucky...

Simba, Naka, Timon, and Pumbaa all turned to the source of the voice. It was a hyena, one of those that had been involved during the Elephant Graveyard orgy all that time ago. He wasn't so wide-hipped as Shenzi had been, but he was thick of cock and well-endowed with muscle and manhood. The gray-furred male crossed his arms, standing in front of another five hyenas.

It wasn't good odds. Even with Pumbaa's muscles, he doubted that the warthog could take on more than two of them at a time. Naka might be able to take two, but it was a risk. Timon, at best, would be able to handle one, and that would mostly be by keeping him busy with sex. That would leave one for Simba, too, and he wasn't sure that he was ready for that. If any of the others dropped, then the whole battle was lost.

And yet...

He could see something in the hyena, as well. The darkness held its desires for him, too, and that desire was...not quite sexual, not quite the same as the others. He wanted...satisfaction, yes, but to questions.

Questions about...

"What happened to Shenzi?" Simba asked.

The hyena paused. His smile started to fade, then came back.

"Just some shit that he's sorting out with Scar. It'll be done soon."

"It's not done yet...and it's taking too long."

"How -"

"Come on, boss. Scar's got orders. Let's -"

The hyena in charge whipped his head around, his lips pulled back in a tight snarl. A bark and growl silenced the dissenter, forcing him back into ranks.

Simba knew that he'd stumbled onto an opening. If the hyenas were starting to question Scar, for whatever reason, then things had started to slip his uncle's grip more than he'd thought. Perfect for them, really.

"My uncle wants me back," Simba said. "I get that. But you want answers, and he's not giving them to you. Maybe we can talk before you take me back to Pride Rock. Maybe there's something I know that I can tell you, before you hand me over to him and you never see me again."

"Simba -"

He shook his head silently. Grasping Naka's hand behind his back, he looked back at the hyenas.

"You know you can handle me. You can probably handle all of us. But something's gone wrong, hasn't it? Something with Shenzi. What happened?"

"...How the hell do you know this?"

"Maybe I can do something that Scar can do. Maybe I can see what you want...and maybe I can give it to you."

It was a dance, almost, and Simba wasn't good at dancing. He shifted from one idea to another, trying to get a handle on what he was 'seeing' in the hyena. It wasn't just that something had gone wrong; it was that he didn't know what was going on. The rest of the world should be right, but something had gone off. He hadn't heard from Shenzi, and he missed the patriarch of the group, and -

And he was angry at Scar for not keeping his promises. The hyenas were not getting what they wanted. They weren't getting -

"You want to talk with me? Talk with me. You have the power right now," Simba said. "And I'm the one that has to do what you say."

He was half-sure that Naka's head was going to explode. For that matter, he was barely aware of what he was saying; he was just letting the words come out of his mouth on instinct. But it seemed to be working. The hyena leader looked at him again, then chuckled.

"Fine. We'll talk, see what you know. Maybe it'll look good for me if I did a little extra."

"Of course. I'll answer whatever I can."

"You scared, prince-y?"

"More...respectful," Simba said, looking the hyena up and down. "We could fight...but if we don't have to...why should we?"

"Heh, you submitting to me, then?"

"You know you want me to. So, if it buys us some time to talk, yes."

The hyena's cock jumped up at that, and Simba knew that they'd at least bought themselves time to talk. Whether this hyena would listen, of course, was another question, but they had time.

And thanks to the Wanton One, they'd had that time to bargain. All in all, a good start.

The End

Summary: Simba and Co head back to the Pride Lands, and Simba gets an idea of how to challenge Scar properly.

Tags: M/M, Anal, Nudity, Naked, Hard-On, Erection, Simba, Parody, Porn Parody, Angst, Improvement, Tease, Hyena, Lion, Warthog, Meerkat, Series,