The Scarred King's Vassal 

"Got room for one more?"

The female hyena's words penetrated the silent musky air of the natural springs Simba was sent to bathe. All afternoon the prince tried scrubbing Scar's scent off, as if doing so would shed the shame and humiliation from his mind. It didnt. It never would, and it took what little remaining resolve Simba had left not to shed tears for the abuse his uncle put him through. Confusion, frustration, and a strange guilt overwhelmed the lad. He was shaking with the effort not to cry when Shenzi had suddenly entered the warm damp cave. He met her gaze with surprise and suspicion. He tried seeming angry, but ended up looking fearful. Shenzi seemed amused at this, enjoying for once a male lion who seemed to know his place here. Coming from a female dominated society, it was always jarring for the chieftess to be around Scar and Mufasa who both exibited such crassness for what a proper male specimine should be like. Finally here was one who cowars in her presence, as all males should in her eyes. With one eyebrow raised she scanned Simba's naked figure in the water, admiring how the lad has developed since childhood. As she sauntered over, she teased a swing of her hips as she would when crossing paths with the males of her tribe. Simba looked away, trying hard to seem angry and stoic as his father might have been. 

"What a pathetic sight you are," the hyena said mockingly, "Scar did a number on you, didnt he boy?" 
She cackled eerily, as she did when she and her flock surrounded both Simba and Nala together as cubs. 

"Everyone might see a little bit of your father in you. But I see you for what you really are, boy."

She dipped her toes into the warm waters of the spring pool, tossing her loin cloth and leather breastplate asside as she lowers her naked body into the waters next to Simba with a light hummed moan through closed lips.

"Oh yeah?" Simba says with similar mockery, albiet with a voice cracked from the abuse of his uncle's cock. "And what's that?" 

"You are nothing like your father." She says, as if ignoring Simba's question. She raised her arms to stretch them, yawning as she did so, and gave the lad ample sight of her full breasts. Simba, despite himself, could not resist gazing at them. They were impressive, almost as much as the rest of her mature figure. Despite being twice the prince in years, Shenzi did not seem so old. He looked away quickly when she tried to meet his gaze. 

"Your father," she continued, "Was a tyrant. A thief and a braggart. He had no sense of honor like your uncle once had." 

"Once had?" The prince repeated, looking back at her. She nodded her head and stretched some more, putting on a teasing show for the lad now that she had his attention. 

"Oh yeeees, honey" she cooed with sweetness and sensuality in her eyes now. "Once your father had unfortunately passed on, he made peace with my tribe. He united the land in ways your father never tried. He let old grudges go for a while. Then you turned up again..." 

Simba felt a bit of shame come back up to the front of his mind, and became defensive at the accusation. 

"Nala sent for me." He said without meeting Shenzi's stare, "She said he was starving the kingdome." 

"She was jealous of me." The hyena laughed, clapping her hand against the water in a fit of laufhter that startled the prince. "I shared more power with Scar than he gave to any one of the lionesses. Herself included. When she found you she must've knocked your socks off to convince you to come kill your own uncle, did she not?" 

Simba started again, staring at the woman with shock and anger. There was no way Nala had manipulated him to kill Scar for selfish reasons... and yet the truth was as Shenzi suggested. He and Nala shared a night of passion together, the day he felt he truely became a man was in her warm embrace in the leaves of that oasis. He looked away, now deep in thought as he tried to come up with a reason to argue. 

She leaned in closer, resting her elbo against Simba's shoulder, her chin on her palm as she stared at him with relaxed deep set eyes. Simba felt himself going stiff at the invasiveness of her bodys scent. He almost shook with fear and arousal when he felt her other hand resting on his thigh. 

"You were born to be king, just like Scar was. Nala may have tricked you, but she is right about one thing. Your uncle is becoming just as foolish as his brother was. I see in you what I once saw in Scar. I see much potential in you, Simba" the prince could feel her breath against his lips now. When he was only a cub, that same breath had been on him when she was ready to pounce and kill him. Then her breath had brought fear with it. But now it brought about a different feeling in him. Her body's scent was pungent and invasive. It drowned out reason when a man could catch a scent like this. Something between his legs became warmer, and her hand started to creep along his inner thighs. 

"Woah!" The prince started backwards, moving away from the woman with a splash of warm water. He began climbing out of the pool, staring at her in shock. Without missing a beat Shenzi darted from the pool after him, laughing as she did so. 

"Why so shy, hun? You prefer little Nala over a real woman?" 

"F-fuck you!" Simba said defiantly, baring his teeth at her like he had once done so as a cub. She cooed strangely, softly, standing up as she was already nose to nose with him. Developed as he was, Simba still only just met her in hight. She was still much stronger than him as he is now, and so the woman pushed him against the wall of the bath, pinning him there. With a mix of shock and fear, Simba remained still, staring into those deep eyes of hers with worry for what would happen next. He saw his life flash before his eyes, his father saving both him and Nala from the graveyard, witnessing his fathers death before his eyes, the death he almost met in the desert, the rescue of his friends, the call to action from his childhood friend, the defeat at the hands of his uncle. Has his life been such a disaster that it was now to end at the hands of this hyena? Had everything between when they first met and now been all meaningless?

 Hopelessness weighted against his spitit, and he closed his eyes to await the inevitable.

"Come'ere, baby~" she whispered, "Give mommy a kiss~"

Then he felt the womans lips clamp down against his in a deep and forceful kiss. After a long few seconds of her humming against his mouth, Simba opened his eyes wide with shock. He tried to protest but the words were only muffled against the hyenas lips. She tilted her head, broke the kiss, then proceeded with another before a word could be said. She kept the prince pinned against the wall, molesting his crotch with one hand while combing his red mane with the other. She pressed her chest against his, moaning into his mouth while curling their tongues together. Simba rested his hands against her, closing his eyes as instincts took over. Without thinking he began exploring her figure with his hands, rubbing one along her wide waist as the other traced along her lower back. He felt his tail curling around her thigh, and all questions of why this was happening left his brain as they were replaced by a neediness he'd felt since last he layed with Nala. Nala... NALA! The mere memory of her was all it took to click him back to full conciousness and he growled as he pushed the woman off of him, a trail of saliva bridging their lips as they parted. She cackled, as any proud hyena would when cornering prey, her hands fighting to keep his pinned against the wall while she watched the strength in Simba's eyes leave. 

"Its useless to fight it, hun!" She laughed through bared teeth, breathless already as the anticipation of mating with this youth excited her like no other partner she's taken. She once again slid a hand between his legs. He tried squeezing them together but, resisted doing so when he felt her sharp nails almost digging into his thighs, threatening to penetrate an important artery. 

"I know you want some," She says softly, breathing against his lips as she massaged the thick member between his legs that slowly stiffened in her careful grip. Simba let out a noise, a mix of pain and pleasure hitting him all at once. While his push against her body weakened, his need for her only grew stronger. The woman continued cooing the words against his lips, stroking his cock faster as it became easy to with its stiffness.  "and I'm gonna give it to you the easy way..." She squeezed. "Or the HARD way!"

Simba cried out in pain, wanting to call for help, but knowing none would come. He winced, fear and pain mixing with the neediness he felt for her touch. It'd been so long. As if she even needed to, she muffled his loud cries with another unconsentual kiss, burrying her tongue into his mouth before slowly pulling away for a breath.

 "Which will it be, hun?" She breathed again, smiling viciously at her mate. He didnt have a choice. As if only to stop her from hurting him, Simba closed his eyes and nodded with a whimper. Shenzi chuckled victoriously and loosened her grip on him to let both hand rub up along Simba's torso. From his abs to his chest the hyena could feel her feline friend's full maturity. 

"Thats what I thought! Now let's get a look at you!" 

Shenzi scanned every contour of the young lion's torso. It was not an impressive figure compared to Mufasa's, but there was something oddly sensual about the man's youthful figure that attracted the older female. She wished only slightly that her womb was compatible with lion seed only to satisfy a forbidden curiosity of what their cubs might look like. Regardless, the lion bore an impressive development from when she last saw him.

 "Mmmm, my little Simba all grown up~ Let's see what Nala tought you back in your little hideout~" 

Simba wimpered again at the mention of the one he truely loved, but gave in to this elder womans advances as he feared her wrath more than the shame he'd feel seeing Nala again after all this. He continued to whimper and moan, even after their lips met again, this time with a weak compliance from the male. At first it was a simple peck, then she pushed her lips more against his, then finally she planted an actual deep kiss into him. Between every moment their lips met they both let out a breath. The heat from their bodies only helped to entice their instincts. Simba's cock grew more stiff in Shenzi's experienced grip. She rubbed her hand up and down along the shaft, pulling the skin around it to ensure its full length is stroked. While serving the prince this way she suckled his tongue, mashing their lips together in what escalated into a sloppy wet kiss between the two. Simba's hands remained firmly against the wall, the male too eager for this to end for him to contribute anything to the forced affection of his childhood bully. Shenzi didnt mind doing all the work, but she felt he could do a little more. She broke the kiss, a toothy grin stretching her dark lips as she leaned in against him, chest to chest, her chin hung over his shoulder. She slid a hand down along his back until it clamped around one of his ass cheeks.

"Ohhh baby~ Get a load of that" She cooed softly against his ear. "No wonder Scar had to get a piece of this. Damn!" 

Simba yelped as she gave the cheek a slap. She immediately rubbed and squeezed his glutes as soon as it was struck. He cursed under his breath, the pain being met immediately with pleasure. She was still stroking his penis, which reached its whole length and started throbbing in her grip. 

"Shenzi, s-stop! Please... oh please god, stop" The prince's words came out in a breathless whisper. His heart was racing now, pumping all the blood from his brain to his groin. He was puddy in her powerful arms, and Shenzi knew it. 

"Relax, baby~ Let auntie Shenzi do what she do best~" She laughed again through that hungry grin, and only moved her hand faster around his dick. He was getting close and she knew it. Her own needs spun in her head like a maelstrom, her eyes watching Simba's pained and pleasured expression as she milked the poor lad for his release. She slowed her stroking now. Slower. She stops, but suddenly he couldn't feel her breath on his ear anymore. He opened his eyes and glanced to see she was now kneeling in front of him. He gasped and cried out when he felt the hyena's long tongue slowly drag across his stiff cock, all the way from his balls to the tip, where she then twirled it around and tasted his precum. He instinctively grabbed two fistfulls of the she-devils thick black mane, but did not pull her head away from his crotch as she licked it thoroughly. He gasped, moaned, cried out while every inch of his cock was soon burried in warmth. The woman had swallowed his cock, then slowly pulled it out of her mouth. Back in it goes, alarmingly fast, before she pulled her head back slowly to let it fling from her lips. She helped herself to Simba's cock, again and again sucking it so deep she has to swallow to take the whole thing into her mouth. She rubbed the belly-half of his cock with her tongue as it was sliding into her jaws. She opened her eyes and watched Simba's pathetic expression as she sucked off the prince faster and faster, encouraging more adorable noises from the lads gaping maw. 

Finally it was starting to feel like he was moving his hips along with her mouth. She felt an edge of glee as she realized he was now fucking her throat. She had him. He was enjoying this. With this new victory she sucked faster, causing Simba to start a little, but not back away as his head rolled back and he exhaled a cry for help that never came. And he finished. His cock throbbed. Shenzi, with her dark lips firmly squeezing the base of Simba's dick, swallowed every thick ribbon of cum that shot into her mouth. She slowly pulled her head back, rubbing the skin of his cock as she did so to ensure as much of his seed was taken in as possible. With a quiet wet plop she lets Simba's masculinity slide from her lips. She licked her chaps hungrily, taking another victory from the look on her mate's face. 

"Th-there..." He said, closing his eyes to keep from meeting hers, "Are we done here?" 

"Oh, not yet honey. You still need to stuff that somewhere else~" 

**She gripped both thumbs against the back of each knee, hamstringing Simba to his knees before pushing him onto his back. She quickly crawled above him, chuckling as hyenas do. She quickly rested on top of him, licking his muzzle. He could taste himself from her mouth as they locked lips again. He cringed in fear and at the bitter taste. Her arms were around him, one hand clambed down on his ass, rubbing the base of his tail between her fingers. The other hand rubbed along one side of his face, very soothing for the woman she was. He never found Shenzi attractive, but Simba's body was already reacting to these advances accordingly. His cock got stiff as he sensed it rubbing up and down between the meat curtains of Shenzi's raw pussy. He tried pushing her away but she clamped both hands against the floor, staring into his eyes. 

"You dont get it do you. You have no say in this, prince!" She leaned in close again, her chest now squished against his as she spoke more softly, "You're mine, honey~"

You're mine. The same words Scar whispered into Simba's ear when the mad king held the prince down just like Shenzi did and burried his cum deep inside Simba's ass. The pain and humiliation of last night was now creeping up on him. He winced, closed his eyes, grit his teeth, and then he cried. It was just too much. Shenzi had no pity for the lad, and laughed at his expense.

"Awww there there, baby~ Auntie knows how to make it all better..." 

She stroked her hands from his palms to his chest, then slid one of them down along his ribs. He felt so vulnerable beneath her like this, feeling her touch the skin over his vital organs. It was just like when Nala had him pinned down... He shook with a mix of fear and arousal, tilting his head away to keep her from kissing him again. With that Shenzi made due gently biting down on his neck, which encouraged a panicked gasp from the prince. The hand she slid down his side had finally reached the lad's cock. He cringed again, tho he wasnt sure if it was from fear more than excitement. He thought she would rub him off again, and tried keeping himself from moving his hips as she did so. But no, she wasnt stroking him. She was aiming the thing upwards. Simba risked a glance downwards and noticed the tip of his member now pressing into the wide hole Shenzi had between her legs. She let go of his neck and cooed softly against his ear, vicious quiet laughter trickled through the softness. 

"Stop! Oh god, what are you doing?! No! Oh god! Please...Nala..." 

Simba pleaded with the older female to get off. He bargained with her, that maybe he coule suck her off, pleasure her another way. To do this... and not with the woman he loved, it was torture. Shenzi only laughed him off.

"Forget about that little tramp! Scar owns Nala's pussy now. You get mine~"

Simba continued to plead with her while she lowered herself onto him. They both let out a loud groan as they felt each other connecting. His dick was enough to fill Shenzi's corridor that it stretched her walls wide open. Shenzi was just tight enough that she pulled at the skin of the shaft while it penetrated deep inside her. Simba stared in a mix of awe and horror as he stared at the bulge in Shenzi's stomach where his cock now rested. He was no male to laugh at in regards to his masculinity, and it showed in his length and girth stretching even the old hyena's pussy which was experienced in this matter.  He shook his head in guilt and disbelief, still grasping that it was a hyena taking him like this. Has he sunk so low in the food chain now to let this happen? 

"No way... there's no way...!" 

"Believe it, honey~" Shenzi chittered with laughter, easing her hips up and down in a slow rhythm. The slow mating helped both parties enjoy it, despite one of them wishing he did so less, "Oooh yeeesss~ We're gonna have some fun, you and I~" 

The chieftess cackled in delight as she enjoyed both the look on her mate's face and the feeling of his girth penetrating her deepest puckered nerves. The tip was easily pushing into her womb, which gave the woman a welcome fulfillment she hardly gets from her other male's. Truely she had a nice catch here, and was less willing now than ever to let him go. She reeled her head back, tongue hanging out, eyes closed as she fully embraced the ecstasy. Her crotch clapped wetly against Simba's as she began to quicken the pace. This encouraged louder breathing from them both. Even Simba began to moan, albiet pathetically as he watched the bitch's tight vacuum swallow his cock each time their crotches clapped together. Sweat mixed between their bodies, and the two became one for what felt like an eternity of pleasure. Soon the man closed his eyes as well, teeth gritted together, praying it would end soon. Shenzi, as cruel as she was vengeful, had one last card to play to fully break this man to her will. 

"Oh yeah! Thats it, baby~ Just a little longer, and I'll be carrying your heir in me~"

Simba's eyes shot open. His protests lost in the heaving of his heavy breathing. In the heat of such a moment forced upon him, he did not grasp that perhaps his genes were incompatible with hers. He struggled against her grip as she pinned both his shoulders against the ground, swinging her hips faster against his. The fear was overwhelming. Images of Shenzi pregnant with his cubs flew to the front of his wild imagination, then what plays next in his mind would haunt him the most many moon cycles later; their child. The child of the prince and the lowly hyena who conquered him. The shame of it would be another stain on his alteady ruined reputation. It would be like a seal in his downfall. A shame he could never redeem himself of. Despite these fears, he felt what came natural was coming closer. Closer. Each time he felt his cock burry deep into Shenzi's cunt, and tried fruitlessly to push her off of him. Closer. 

"No... haaah! Oh god, no! Noooo! Aaaagh!"

His eyes closed, he bit his lip, muffling a sound he'd only uttered once when he burried his seed into Nala. This time it wasnt her. It was Shenzi. Shenzi. Shenzi. The name echoed in his mind as he processed what just happened to him. He looked down in horror, the woman moaning in satisfaction as she felt his warm semen fill her womb. She cursed under her breath and layed on top of her mate, panting as she slowed her movements to a stop. 

"No... no... h-how could you do this to me...?"

"Oh hush. You enjoyed it." The woman huffed a chuckle, then leaned up so that their eyes would meet again. "I know you did."

She kissed the defeated prince again, and he didnt fight back. Many times after she would take him like this, the stamina of both lion and hyena on full display that night. By the last time they mated, he plugged his cock inside her by his own volition, pinning her to the ground then as he gave in to his needs. He'd lost all shame, and Shenzi had her ultimate victory.