Chapter 2: Birth of the Outlands 

“Ready?” Scar asked them. It was opening day of the Outlands and the three hyenas were by Scar’s side. He had been so excited to make his dreams a reality but now that it was time to open to the public, the dark lion was admittedly nervous. 
Everything was in place. The staff were ready, consisting of escorts, bartenders and servers, and of course some security in case something went awry. They were ready to start. 

“Right here with you, every step of the way,” Shenzi encouraged him. Scar nodded and took a deep breath before giving the ‘go ahead’ to open up to the public. 

“Welcome to the Outlands,” Scar announced to the small crowd that came for the opening. Most had been told by the hired escorts. Word of mouth had already traveled fast and it was certain to travel faster after today. Patrons were allowed to wear masks for anonymity’s sake, giving them free reign to seek out their desires without shame of being recognized, though it was easy to see some of the guests being of higher standings due to the fancy and likely expensive designs of their masks. 

These masks also put everyone on an equal level. Their level of wealth meant nothing to Scar, aiming to have all customers treated the same whatever their outside status may be, and it would not be long before he got a chance to put his rule into practice.
A rather plump lion patron with a rather exorbitant mask began getting handsy with one of his escorts who hadn’t wanted his advances. “Hands off.” Scar walked up to him and pulled his distressed escort out of the way.
“Wha-...don’t you know who I am?” He took his mask off as if revealing who he was and how much influence he had would deter the dark lion. 
 “I do…but I don’t care. The rules in my establishment are applied equally [i]regardless [/i]of status.” The fatcat lion didn’t seem to hear him and shoved a hefty stack of money into Scar’s hands “Let me have that pretty little thing and I will double that.” 

Scar didn’t even look at how much money he had been given, he threw it right back in the lion’s face causing the money to scatter all over and the lion to fall back into his seat. 
Whatever rage filled rant was about to explode from the lion died as Scar coldly glared at him and lifted his finger “Throw him out, he’s not welcome here again.” 

The bouncers were more than happy to carry out that order and physically carried the wealthy lion outside and dumped him right into a puddle on the sidewalk. 

The dark lion kept his composure calm and collected as the lion ranted outside, threatening to sue and ruin them, to show his employees to not worry. As requested the lion was added to the club’s blacklist, barring him from future entry. 

This had worked to set an important precedent for the other patrons in attendance. Those who had a bit more money were taught firsthand that their wealth would give them no special status here. 

“Thank you Scar,” the lioness who had been suddenly groped thanked. 

Scar bowed to her “I am sorry you had to experience that, you must be quite upset after going through that, please take the remainder of the day off.” Her eyes widened and she nodded while tearing up a little. The employees who still were a little iffy about the dark lion had their worries laid to rest after seeing his promise to care about them hadn’t just been empty words. 

After that incident, things went along smoothly and as expected. The customers could pick out their escorts, but were required to make an agreement with them before proceeding. From there, the pairs would go off to have their fun. Sex wasn’t the only thing provided. The bar served drinks and the couches provided a comfortable viewing experience for those who preferred to watch. 

Scar walked around making sure everyone was enjoying themselves and stuck to the rules. He noted amused a very young masked lion who was trying to negotiate what amounted to a cuddle-session with a male jaguar escort.
“Just for a bit,” the lion attempted to persuade, Scar noted he must not have noticed the reluctance from the jaguar was because of his unusual request not his lack of will to do it. 

“Remember there are bonus points for handling first-timers.” Scar leaned down and whispered into the jaguar’s ear which snapped him out of his confused trance. 
Having the proceedings lubricated by his boss the jaguar agreed to spend some time together with the young lion and the pair of felines then departed for a private room to share. 

Another thing that set this establishment apart was those who were allowed to enter. Scar knew very well that desires and curiosity that comes about during one’s youth. It would be better for them to explore with a professional rather than running many risks with some stranger in the streets. 

Scar proceeded to continue looking around the establishment, he noticed a pair of customers that had been flipping through the escort catalogue for some time now. They seemed to have trouble making a choice between the many options available to them. 

“Excuse me, Is there anything I can help with?” He offered the two buffalo.

“Ah, and who might you be?” the older one asked curiously.

“The owner of this fine establishment,” Scar answered back, bowing a bit to the pair of patrons.

“H-he should be able to tell us r-right?” The younger buffalo pointed out to the other. 

“Hmm?” Scar let them know they had his attention. 

“You see…me and my son have had a fantasy…being chased and caught by a predator who would proceed to gently lay us.” The older buffalo explained while his son blushed intensely at having their fantasy spoken out loud. 
“So we were wondering if two people could share an escort.” 

“If the escort agrees to it.” Scar clarified and reminded himself to add that clarification to the catalogue. 

“We also just so happen to have a room for prey and predator play and I know just the hyena to make your dream come true.” He couldn’t help but smile while explaining. It was an experimental room he had built but it was already proving itself useful.

Scar motioned Ed over.  The hyena perked up and was quick to approach, standing before the two prey patrons. They were a bit put off by the predator’s appearance and his strange way of communicating. 
“I assure you that Ed is one of the most capable escorts we have to offer.” The lion turned to the hyena. ”They want you to play their predator Ed.” The dark lion didn’t need to clarify further as Ed understood what they wanted and began putting on the right act. 

The two of them shivered as Ed’s demeanor changed, getting a dangerous, but sultry edge. For a moment it seemed he wasn’t pretending until a wink was given to them.

“D-dad…I’m absolutely rock-hard right now.” The son blushed. The older buffalo didn’t say anything, but his own blush and the tent in his pants spoke for itself.  

“Forgive us. My son is rather…inexperienced and I wanted this to be a good father-son bonding experience for us,” the older buffalo explained. 

“No issue, you just wanted your son to have the best time he could. Ed will be more than happy to take you to the roleplaying area. And I personally guarantee that you’ll both enjoy yourselves,” Scar told them. 

After seeing them off it did not escape the dark lion’s attention a lot of the patrons began talking about role-play and he wondered if he perhaps should open a couple more rooms to the kink. 
If anyone ordered in advance they could set up a room to match whatever role-play it was they wanted to have, of course such services would cost extra…

Shenzi saw her boss scribbling ideas down on a notepad. She knew that meant he had another brilliant idea that they would soon be hearing about. She was currently entertaining a zebra, sitting on his lap while he sipped from a wine glass. Some gentle rubbing and squeezes to his crotch provided enough entertainment to keep him satisfied for the time being. 

“H-hey babe…could we…could we do it…like…right here?” The zebra asked. 

“Wanna show off eh? Well that will cost a little extra, you won’t mind that right?” Shenzi groped the now full erection in the equine’s pants. This made him moan lowly, given how horned up she had made him, she had all but sealed the deal.

“H-how much more?” He asked, strained.

“50% more than a one-on-one in a private room,” Shenzi chuckled.

“Fucking deal…” The wine glass was set down on the table and the hyena was quick to get to work, pulling his zipper down with her mouth. After all this would also be a show for the others nearby. 

Scar smirked while watching from a distance. This would encourage others to have some public fun as well. More often than not, these things set off a chain reaction and the Zebra’s freed sizable erection sure did attract quite a bit of attention from around the room. 

Given his species, the striped male packed quite the length on him but Shenzi wasn’t the least bit intimidated. Getting on her knees she began to run both hands up and down the length, hearing her client groaning in delight. 

True enough having someone go first encouraged others who had been hesitant to take the plunge as well. Scar smiled, this is the atmosphere he wanted in the Outlands, one where there was no shame in seeking sexual thrill. On the other couch, Banzai was chosen and put to work as well on a rather smug but also endearing leopard. His time with Scar really opened the brash hyena’s eyes.

After getting the pants down, he was treating the feline to some surprisingly soft and tender kisses to the erection. Ed had taught him a lot in such a short amount of time. Hearing the leopard moaning softly encouraged him. Fighting the urge to take all of the length at once, Banzai went for a slow build up instead, his tongue repeatedly running along from base to tip and back down again. 

“F-fuuuuck…remind me to give you a nice tip…” The leopard tilted his head backwards as he was in bliss from how the hyena was working him. 

“Not bad. Banzai…” Shenzi praised, having looked away for a mere moment. Bringing her attention back to the zebra, she progressed to doing the same thing. There was a lot more to lick so she focused on the upper half of it, her hands worked along the lower half, leaving not a single inch without touch. 

“Ooh…” the zebra shivered. “Could you be…a bit rougher?”

“How so?” she asked. 

“Like I’m your prey,” the equine smirked. This whole predator/prey roleplaying thing excited him and he wanted to try it out for himself. 

“Can do,” she smirked. Her treatment became a bit rougher. Harder licks were given and her strokes were down with a bit more speed as well. Wrapping her lips around the broad tip, the hyena’s teeth grazed the leathery shaft. This made the zebra jump but he practically melted.

The two hyenas servicing their clients encouraged those without an escort to find one of their own, becoming very aroused from the sight. Everything was going better than expected. Drinks were being served and a quick trip to the security room showed that everything was as it should be in the private rooms. He could see Ed playing the hunter while the pair of buffaloes attempted to “escape” him, only to be caught and lightly tied up and bent over for Ed to start fingering them both. Scar did not need to enable sound to figure out they absolutely loved it, they visibly moaned and their cocks could be seen throbbing as he changed the angle of the camera. 
Satisfied Scar went back to the lobby. 

“And how are you gentlemen this evening?” Scar asked the zebra and leopard sitting on the couches. 

“Mmm, exquisite…” the zebra moaned, still enjoying the rougher style of blowjob. Shenzi winked at the lion while bobbing her head up and down. He was rather impressed with the hyena’s ability to take such a hefty cock into not only her mouth but throat as well. The zebra’s eyes went wide and he snorted deeply, showing just how good it felt. 

“Worth every penny so far, maybe even more…” the leopard hummed. Banzai was too focused to acknowledge the lion. Scar was impressed with him as well, seeing how much his methods had changed. The feline’s length was already glistening with saliva and the next lick was followed up with his lips wrapping around the tip. 

From there, Banzai eased himself down the twitching inches, hearing the sounds of pleasure from the leopard. It brought a certain satisfaction that hadn’t been felt before. Working his way along, Banzai still worked at a steady pace, grinding his tongue along the underside while starting to bob his head up and down. 

“Perfect,” the lion purred. All was going well. 

Shenzi was going faster, teasing the zebra in the requested way. Though being rough in treatment she made sure to not hurt the client with her teeth or claws. So far the equine was having a good time, groaning and squirming the entire time. The pleasure was climbing and he could feel his climax steadily approaching. Shenzi kept the same pace, letting her client feel everything she had to offer, hearing the moans getting deeper and feeling the pulses becoming stronger in her mouth and throat.

“Rrhg..!” the zebra strained, gripping the couch’s cushions. A bit more was all that it took for him to reach his peak. Shenzi had braced herself and began to swallow down the load, still licking and stroking the throbbing erection. The pleasure was kept strong the entire time, leaving the equine groaning out in pure bliss. It brought some attention to him but most were preoccupied with their own activities. 

When coming down from his orgasm, the zebra sighed deeply as Shenzi pulled herself from his cock, giving him another wink and smirk. “How was that, stud?” 

“I think I saw heaven for a moment there, I gotta tell my pals about this place…” The zebra tried hard to catch his breath.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” She chuckled. 

All around them an orgy had broken out, most guests had taken an escort into a room, but a noticeable amount had asked to be served in the lobby. 

Scar smirked as he watched the opening success of his business, all his escorts had been picked up and were hard at work.
“E-excuse me?” An male antelope got his attention “Y-you work here right? I’m unsure given your formal wear, but I’m asking because I couldn’t find any escorts available” 

“I’m the owner, but I am willing to negotiate. I don’t bottom though.” The antelope smiled hearing that.
“That’s okay, I wanted a stud and you more than fit the bill, guessing it is gonna cost me a little extra because you’re the boss?” he jested. 

“We can come to an agreement I am sure.” Scar smiled welcomingly.

It wasn’t long before the dark lion joined the orgy, being balls deep in the prey animal and rutting him at a steady pace.
“F-fuuuu…” The male antelope gasped as his untouched cock throbbed hard.
“Shhh…don’t worry…you will get your money’s worth.” the lion reached around and began stroking his client’s length in tandem with his thrusts.

“H-hey…if you ever need a bedwarmer…” The antelope offered.

The lion chuckled, “I’m flattered, but I don’t currently have a position open, but I will keep you in mind.”  
After the pair had shared a blissful orgasm the orgy began to die down and the last customers took their fun into the private rooms. 

It took the dark lion some moments to compose himself again. The establishment had become quiet enough for Scar to retire to his office, leaving Shenzi, Ed, and Banzai to watch over the place for him. The day’s profits were still being tallied but it was looking fantastic so far and the lion fell into a calm rest assured by the day’s results. Not only had the night been a total success, but Scar had almost forgotten he was meant to be competing against his brother. He had a passing wonder how his brother was faring at the helm of the Pridelands. 

[center]***[/center]

Not only had Mohatu taken over as judge but as patriarch, his word went over Ahadi’s. He gave more responsibilities to Mufasa, having noticed that many of the tasks meant for him were done by his father instead. 

“If you want to compete, you better put in the work and don’t take any shortcuts.” The older lion had cut the golden lion off before he could protest. 

Even with the increased workload Mufasa noticed some of the guests showing off some carnival masks to other guests and talking to them about something called “Outland.”, he had no idea what that was, but he would try to keep it in mind as something to investigate later. 

What Mufasa didn’t know was that his grandfather Mohatu had spread whispers of the Outlands to the guests with the idea of trying out some “forbidden fruit” there. It was fair play in the elder lion’s eyes because if Mufasa worked hard, he wouldn’t have to worry about losing his customers, and because he wanted to balance out Ahadi having delayed their club’s popular events to after the duel of succession had started to boost up the business while his son was in charge.
  
“This is…” Mufasa muttered to himself. He was surrounded with paperwork and even worse was his grandfather forbidding him from having the escorts in his room during work. His father was also forbidden from reviewing the contracts, meaning that Mufasa had to double check them all himself. 

Mohatu was waiting for his grandson to finish said paperwork. He expected it to take quite some time. But his attention was also occupied by his great grandson, Simba. The younger lion amused himself by looking through their family album. He snickered when seeing the picture of his dad in his teen stage of life, having a mane that was rather short for someone his age. 

The young lion was not as his appearance made him out to be, he was the first in the family to notice his uncle’s absence and ask him about it.
Mufasa would often leave Simba alone in his room with the latest toys or games to entertain him while away. But Scar would take the time out of his day to see Simba. This made him and the dark lion rather close, closer than the bond to his own father it seemed.
While Simba of course was entertained by the toys and games, it was the interactions with his uncle and grandfather that truly fulfilled the younger feline. Playing by himself got lonely pretty fast and his father was always quick to dismiss him, being “too busy right now.”

When Mufasa did find time to spend with Simba he did everything he could to spoil the boy, but if he had paid even the slightest bit of attention he would know his son hated being handed everything. Simba loved their family history and had learned quite a bit about it and adored many of his ancestors and had picked up many of their family’s values, including the value of wanting to earn what he had rather than thinking he just deserved it because their family was rich. 
Mohatu may or may not have helped his great grandson along that path, keeping his great grandson from being corrupted by his astray father’s ways. Though those same ways came from Ahadi as well. The elder lion had no idea where he went wrong with Ahadi, he had seemed like such a wonderful boy…only to turn out so disappointing, twisting their family’s values into unrecognizable shapes. 
Mufasa only cared about his own needs, having every whim catered to by Ahadi in a similar fashion. They say history repeats itself…

But Mohatu was proud that the younger lion was so insightful and resisted the temptation provided by his father. Scar gave him tutelage that went beyond his regular studies and that made him a rather brilliant young lion. Simba was also rather compassionate as well. Despite being neglected by his father many times over, he couldn’t bring himself to hate the older lion. Perhaps he held onto hope that Mufasa would change his ways. 
If things went the way Mohatu thought they were, then by the end of this sacred competition he would get the chance to greatly humble both his son and grandson and hopefully that would be what they needed to snap out of whatever greedy and selfish trance they were in. 

“Found something?” he asked the lion cub, who was still snickering at a picture. 

“I had no idea dad’s mane was so…small back then,” Simba said. 

“Ah yes, he was a late bloomer,” Mohatu recalled. He remembered the great deal of whining that came when Mufasa compared his mane to other lions his age, namely Scar. “That may be the case for you also, but I think your mane will come in just fine.”

Simba didn’t really mind either way, finding pages of both Scar and his father in their youth. 

“Will… Uncle Scar be coming back soon?” Simba asked, his tone becoming a bit worried. It had only been a few weeks but he was starting to miss the older lion. Things weren’t the same without him around. Mohatu did his best to fill the void but he had to admit that there was a certain chemistry between the uncle and nephew. 

He thought about it for a bit and began to have an idea. Perhaps Simba could go to see his uncle. Though Simba was getting older, he wasn’t old enough to go out on his own. And though the tales were exaggerated, the Clan District could be a dangerous place. 

While he couldn’t take Simba there, he did know someone who could safely escort the younger feline back and forth. 

He excused himself and Simba understandably went back to his room. Left alone, Mohatu made a call to a specific servant to come to his room, one he knew would not mention a word of this to either Mufasa or Ahadi. 

“You called sire?” Zazu came into his room. There was bad blood between him and both his son and Mufasa due to how they treated him, but he knew Zazu respected Scar. 
The hornbill had good reason to be angry, his family’s debt had almost been cleared up when Ahadi suddenly tricked him and burdened him with another not insubstantial debt and Mufasa clearly had no intention of clearing it up.
By accompanying Simba, he and Scar could talk away from the eyes and ears of the mansion and if the hornbill trusted Scar enough to bring up the issue with him, then the two of them could become allies, which would benefit them all. 

It wouldn’t unbalance the competition too much and this would be a way for Mohatu to repay the debt he owed Zazu’s late father to help his son and the rest of their clan out of their debt.  

[center]***[/center]

Scar was praising his employees for their work the night before. Opening night was a bigger success than predicted and they were gearing up to do it all again. But until that evening they were all given the rest they deserved. That left the lion wondering how to spend the time available to him. 

As if one cue, he was made aware of someone wanting to see him. The dark lion was quick to assume that it was a lawyer from that puffed up fatcat from that night. But to his surprise it was Zazu. 

“Morning Scar,” he greeted. 
“Zazu?” 

“And I am not alone,” the hornbill said, having a bit of amusement in his tone. He stepped to the side and revealed a much younger lion that was rather happy to see him. 

“Simba!” Scar beamed. He was just as happy to see the other feline. Even while putting all of his focus into Outlands, his nephew wasn’t far from his thoughts. The first thing he did was give the cub a hug before inviting him inside. 

“Hey, Scar! Who’s at the door?” Banzai called curiously. “Isn’t that Mufasa’s servant?” 

“Banzai, this is Zazu. [i]A family friend[/i],” Scar corrected with a bit of sterness in his voice. While he couldn’t do much for him back at the Pridelands due to his father’s influence, while on his premises the hornbill would be given his due respect. 

“Oh! Sorry.” Banzai lowered his head a little at the verbal berating. Then he noticed the much younger lion. “And who is this?” 

“This is my nephew, Simba.” It took Shenzi a few moments to put the pieces together.

“Wait…you are from [i]that[/i] family?” She asked surprised. 

“Not out of choice I assure you…” His dry tone made her laugh. Scar was glad the revelation hadn’t seemed to change their opinion of him at all.
The younger lion had yet to say anything, feeling rather nervous while being around hyenas. 

His uncle got over to him and hugged him, then turned to the three hyenas. “Simba, these three are my new friends, they can be a bit…rough around the edges, but they are some of the nicest people I have ever met.” he assured the young lion. 

“H-hi? I’m Simba.” He greeted them.  

“Aw, ain’t he just precious?” Shenzi pointed out. 

“He reminds me more of you, Scar than…y’know,” Banzai pointed out. The dark lion was flattered by this. 

“And this is Ed, Simba,” Scar introduced. “He’s a bit different but another very good friend of mine.”

Simba approached, still a bit nervous. But when approaching and shaking Ed’s hand, he quickly found that there was nothing to be scared about. 

“He hasn’t been out much, has he?” Shenzi whispered to Scar. “No…Mufasa can be rather…smothering…” He would spare them the details or maybe lack thereof. 

“Whoa…he’s picking up Ed’s little sign game pretty quickly.” Banzai said rather surprised, it had taken him rather long to get all the ins and outs of it.

“He is rather brilliant, picks up on things quickly,” Scar noted, feeling a sense of pride rise within him. 

“Hey…he’s almost of age isn’t he?” Banzai said in a tone that got a warning look from the dark lion. He wasn’t sure if it was appropriate to have something his age exploring a place like this. 

“Yes…it is almost time for him to have his first sexual experience” the dark lion assured. “…but don’t get any funny ideas…” Scar’s tone made Banzai sweat nervously, yeah would definitely stay out of that minefield. 

Scar was more than happy to spend his time with his nephew and Simba let slip more than a couple of useful tidbits of information while they were together.

“Uncle…when can I start to join the family business?” Simba asked him suddenly.

“Well…you aren’t [i]quite [/i]of age yet Simba.” Scar answered, taken a little by surprise by the question. 

“Is this about all the sex? I know about that part already. I just need to start getting some experience myself…but…dad definitely wouldn’t allow that…” The young lion looked so hopefully at his uncle. 
“I wanna start earning my place in the family…” Hearing that struck a chord with Scar. He had always wanted to prove himself when he was Simba’s age. 

“Well… The rules don’t have to be followed to a tee,” Scar pondered aloud, noticing the excited look on his nephew’s face. 

“Do you mean..?” 

“Mind you, we’re sticking to the basics,” the older lion stated. Simba didn’t mind that at all. He had been looking forward to this day but had his doubts seeing that his dad had never given him the sex talk. That came from the lioness that was his tutor instead…

“Should we give you two some privacy?” Shenzi chuckled. 

“Actually, would you mind us using your room?” Scar asked. The dark lion had an idea, he recently had a pair of unusual new escorts that needed to be tested before he could put them to work, by letting his nephew evaluate them he would let Simba learn more than if he had just taught him on his own.

“Alright then,” they agreed. Knowing Scar they were about to see something rather interesting. The small group were able to take the elevator to the quarters, heading down to the slightly bigger room. Once there, Scar asked his nephew to sit down on the bed. He then picked up the phone and dialed a number. 

“Yes. Already around the corner? I’ll meet you in the lobby,” Scar said before putting the phone down. “I’ll be right back.” 

“So, Simba. Mind telling us about yourself?” Shenzi asked. They were rather curious about the dark lion’s nephew. From what they could tell he was nothing like Scar’s description of Mufasa. Simba was a bright young man who wanted to live up to his family’s legacy rather than feel entitled to it like his father was.  

“Well… This is my first time being outside the pride district,” Simba admitted. That was to be expected and it also explained the adolescent feline’s level of excitement. It was a bit concerning how restricted the young lion’s world had been up till now. 

“Well, what do you think of the world outside the rich folks territory?”

“I like it. It’s a lot more colorful,” Simba pointed out. He found the inner-city designs more interesting than the neat and orderly setting of the pride district. From the way the inhabitants dressed, graffiti marking walls, and the flashing lights of businesses trying to attract customers. While this was all ordinary to the hyenas, it was a whole new world for Simba. Every street looked different compared to the affluent neighborhoods within the Pride district, all of them looking the same.

They couldn’t help but laugh when being told that. “You make it sound even more boring than I imagined,” Banzai snickered. 

“Even this place is so much different than the mansion. It's not as big but it looks amazing!” Simba praised. The mansion had been so boring at times, many of the rooms were made to be uniform and made exploring absolutely pointless, often even getting him lost because the similar rooms made him get confused, the first time that had happened had been rather distressing. 
Thankfully Zazu had found him before he had been overwhelmed by panic, but he had still made sure to learn how to navigate the mansion after that event. 

This place was much easier to navigate. The lobby and upper level looked completely different and there were still many details for him to admire in the rooms themselves. He would definitely want to explore it properly someday. 

The approaching footsteps meant that Scar had come back. His voice could be heard and someone else was responding to him. 

“What’s all this now?” Shenzi asked, being rather curious herself.

Scar came back and entered the suite, with him were two more males that none of them recognized. 

“These two are from out of town,” Scar explained. “Not from the Pride or Clan districts. Since nobody knows their capabilities, I thought it would be best if they were tested so we can evaluate their skills.” 

“You heard that Pumbaa? They are gonna test us.” The meerkat said to the warthog.

“I did, I wonder how they are planning to do that Timon.” The warthog replied. 

The pair had wandered about for quite a while, but had never found a place to settle down, but the word from around the clan district had enticed them to Outlands and the offer of a free residence in return for work.  

“Please make yourselves comfortable and while you’re at it, meet my nephew, Simba,” Scar introduced. 

The hyena’s weren’t sure what to make of the pair just yet. Pumbaa was rather big and Timon was equally rather small. A warthog and meerkat already made their lineup of escorts all the more exotic but apparently they had more to provide than that. 

The pair were still getting used to the place and eyed the trio of hyenas. Even while off the clock they dressed a bit scantily, just enough to be casual yet alluring. Timon and Pumbaa were dressed in a style all their own, not exactly that way either Pride district or clan district inhabitants did. 

“Hi, my name is Simba,” the young lion introduced, having an immediate curious interest in the foreign duo. 

“Heya scamp!” Timon greeted good-heartedly “Name’s Timon, explorer extraordinaire, though I think me and my partner’s long journey finally is coming to an end, wandering is fine and all, but it takes a lot out of you.”  

“Is it alright to have such a little guy in here while we’re being evaluated?” Pumbaa asked quietly to Scar. 

“He has come of age to have his first time.” The dark lion replied. That put the duo at ease and they nodded. “In fact this may be just the learning experience my nephew needs.”

It took everyone a couple of moments to realize what Scar was up to.
“Wait…you want Simba…with those two?” Zazu questioned.  

“Yes…he can learn both sexually and how to evaluate the skills of other’s, of course this is just a test for him, I will personally be evaluating Timon and Pumbaa myself.” It would be safe given they were all present and the wandering pair had struck him as fluffy types who weren’t able to have bad intentions. 

“You said this place provided varied service, but I did not expect to be someone’s first right away,” Timon said. “Quite the way to get to know each other.”

“Aww, but look at him, Timon,” Pumbaa encouraged. He was sitting on the other bed with Simba next to him. The warthog was clearly already fond of the young predator, the sight did manage to ease any doubts the meerkat had. 

“Well, he is kinda cute,” the meerkat admitted. “It's not what I expected, but we can make it work. Not our first time showing someone the ropes.”

“You can all start anytime,” Scar told them. 

Simba was practically bouncing in place, he had wanted to long to learn the family trade and now he had not one, but two partners who were willing to show him. 
They started out slow, getting themselves undressed in front of each other. Timon and Pumbaa had no qualms doing so but Simba had come to realize this would be the first time undressing in front of other people. He was nervous and a bit hesitant but a reassuring look came his way from Scar. Nodding back, the young male began to take his own clothes off, being dressed in fancier clothes than all the rest. 

Timon had also noticed the lion’s nervous expression. “Don’t worry, kid. We’re professionals here. Especially ol’ Pumbaa here.”
The warthog chuckled a bit, looking a bit nervous himself. Though being much bigger he was rather approachable in appearance. 

Simba had finally gotten his clothes off, letting the others see every inch of his body. To his surprise the others seemed to be admiring him. 

“Not bad,” Banzai commented. 

“He’s right,” Timon said, getting a good look between Simba’s legs. “Pretty big for someone your age.” 

Scar had noticed as well. It seemed his nephew inherited the family endowment, it was a healthy size, not small, but not big enough that it would cause an issue even with smaller races. 
“We tend to develop sexually in our family sooner than other’s.” Scar explained, his nephew looked like he was almost finished growing sexually already. From what he could tell, the younger lion might grow a bit more, reaching the size of his own father. That was likely the limit, but if he was lucky enough to have a sudden growth spurt, he would be the biggest lion between his legs. The idea seemed rather amusing to Scar, wondering if Mufasa himself was aware of this.

“He’s a healthy lad.” Pumbaa smiled as he gently began touching the lion’s body up and getting a soft gasp from Simba “Since you are new to this, just relax and let us take care of you.” 
The lion softly nodded as he panted a little from the new feelings and sensations he felt from being touched that his body wasn’t used to. 

It was exciting for the pair as well. They had fooled around with all kinds of species but lion’s hadn’t been on that list, not until today at least. The two heard a lot about the felines, especially their ability to recover quickly after a climax. 

Starting out slowly, the two were gently rubbing Simba’s body, feeling how soft his golden pelt was and the start of muscles that would be developing further as the years would go by. Pumbaa was caressing the front while Timon was running his hands along the golden lion’s back. 

Some small purrs came from Simba, still trying to adjust to these sensations. He had been touched plenty of times but not in such a sensual manner. Feeling Pumbaa’s slightly rough hands rubbing over his chest got a shiver out of him. 

“Feels good, huh?” Timon asked, getting a nod in response. 

“Y-yeah,” Simba agreed. He had been certain he knew the in’s and out’s of sex but this was new to him, something the textbooks hadn’t told him about. There were all manner of positions and how to do it properly, but there hadn’t been anything about foreplay like this…maybe it was because it came so naturally to everyone?

Realizing he had much to learn, Simba let the pair continue. He explored the pleasure that came from their actions, feeling their hands reaching lower. Knowing what they would be touching next, the young lion felt his heart pounding a bit. 
“Is it alright if I touch it?” Pumbaa asked, his hand just hovering over Simba’s crotch. Though they were meant to be showing him the in’s and out’s, the polite warthog took the time to get consent before proceeding.

“Mhm,” Simba agreed, bracing himself. 
Pumbaa’s hand drifted lower and finally rubbed over the lion’s semi-hard length. The warthog couldn’t help but admire the feeling of the feline’s length as it fully hardened in his hand, it had just the right size to please just about anyone, Simba’s family definitely had good genes. 

 The onlooking hyenas were admiring the sight as well, muttering to each other about what they saw. Scar was impressed as well, feeling some pride in seeing his nephew fully erect, knowing that he would be desired in the eyes of many males and females for much of his life.

“Oh…” Simba squeaked, feeling the hand properly wrap around his length, giving a small squeeze. It twitched in the warthog’s palm, something the juvenile lion had never experienced before. Slowly, Pumbaa continued running his hand up and down the shaft, hearing the continued sounds that came from the feline. 

On the other side, Timon had been rubbing at Simba’s back while he adjusted to the feeling of Pumbaa’s hand. He felt it was a good enough time to move his own hands lower, placing them on the lion’s gold furred rump. Simba did flinch just a bit, but was reassured when seeing it was just the meerkat. 

“Don’t worry. Just take it all in, one step at a time,” Timon reassured. 

Simba was again introduced to a new feeling, the gentle rubbing of his ass that turned into some gentle groping. Timon amused himself with the soft and slightly toned mounds, watching the lion’s tail twitching in response. The adventurous meerkat couldn’t help but slip a finger in between Simba’s cheeks and tease the lion’s entrance with a soft rub. Simba’s response was to shiver a little and softly moan, given the reaction it looked like he had a submissive side, so he wasn’t a top like his uncle, but they would have to test how strong his dominant and submissive sides were to really tell.  

The stroking of his cock continued and Simba felt the pleasure building from it. Instinct drove him to hump softly into the big warm hand. Pumbaa chuckled when seeing this and eased his grip a little, allowing the lion to hump into his hand while it still moved back and forth. 
His free hand was then placed a little lower, finding the furry golden sack that dangled between Simba’s legs, being rather big as well. Feeling how plump they were, it was certain that they were brimming with seed. Anyone else would have been rather pent up, but Simba likely hadn’t ever noticed. 

“Mmph!” Simba grunted, feeling the soft touches and rubbing to his balls as well, bringing yet a new sensation. It all felt so good, gently moving their hands and fingers on parts of his body. He couldn’t keep himself from moaning and rocking his hips a bit. Both the warthog and meerkat were patient in their methods, letting the first-timer really take the feelings in. 

“How are you holding up, Simba?” Timon asked, still teasing the soft hole with his fingers. 

“It feels so good…” He told them, still rocking his lower body a bit. They could hear that his moans were getting louder and Pumbaa especially felt the shaft throbbing harder against his fingers. It was the younger male’s first time and it made sense he wouldn’t be lasting too long. They continued teasing him, now working to make him cum for the first time. Even the hyenas had leaned in a little closer to watch Simba take that big step in life. 

Given there didn’t seem to be any complications, Scar took everyone’s distracted attention as an opportunity to get up behind Zazu and slip his hands underneath his clothes. 
The hornbill squawked a bit in surprise, but then melted under the soft ministrations of the dark lion. 
“It’s been a while since the two of us got a chance to be together.” Scar whispered into the bird’s ear and Zazu shuddered. 

It had indeed been some time since the lion and hornbill had some private time. Most of that was because of Ahadi, having noticed the way they interacted with each other, being openly flirtatious with each other, he broke them up and assigned Zazu as Mufasa’s primary servant. 
It was just one in an endless list of small petty things Ahadi had done that had made Scar dislike him more and more, if there was one silver lining it was that it taught him how to safeguard the things he cared about so they couldn’t be taken away or keep them hidden through various means so Ahadi never even had an idea he held cards close to his chest. 

“What’s the matter Zazu? You are so tense…what happened?” Scar asked softly. He knew the hornbill enough to pick up that he was unusually tense and held back both rage and sadness. 

“L-later…I…I need this…” The bird pushed himself close to the lion needily. They could wait until after, then he would tell the lion what burdened his heart. 

“Of course…” Whatever it was wasn’t important currently, Scar knew what he needed to do right now was help Zazu release all his pent up emotions.

Ed had mumbled something that got the attention of the other hyenas. 
“You think there’s something between them? Maybe…” Shenzi commented. She understood there was a lot to Scar, more than what lay on the surface. But she knew better than to pry. Anything the dark lion didn’t tell them wasn’t something he was comfortable being open about for one reason or another. 

The trio stood between the odd pairings, watching as Simba was getting closer to his limits while the lovemaking between Scar and Zazu was about to start. Banzai didn’t know who to keep his attention on. Simba won out by moaning aloud, his voice filling the room. 

Timon and Pumbaa worked to keep the pleasure steadily building. It would have been easy to rush their way into making the lion cum, but they wanted Simba to experience that dramatic buildup. And the lion cub did feel it, having made more sounds and squirmed from the feelings that were only getting stronger the more the warthog and meerkat touched him. 
It got to a point where it was too much for him to take. Of course he knew what an orgasm was, but this was his first time feeling it for himself, nearly going weak in the knees from the immense pleasure that overtook him all at once. 

“That’s it… just let it all out,” Timon encouraged. Pumbaa was the one who got to see the ropes of pent up seed shooting out and all over his still stroking hand. Simba continued to hump into his hand, making quite a mess while crying out in pure bliss. 

The warthog caught the lion as his legs gave out due to the intense orgasm and held him softly as he whispered soft encouragement and praise into Simba’s ear.
Simba felt like he was floating on a cloud, that had felt so intense, but also so amazing…

“Whoa…that was quite a load from a first-timer.” Timon said impressed, it looked like the lion was quite a natural at this. As Pumbaa held him Timon eased up and gave the younger male a chance to recover from his first climax.
The meerkat looked on in anticipation as Simba started to get soft, but after only a short time started to get erect again ready for another round due to his lion heritage.
“Man…I’m jealous…it took me a lot of training to recover that fast and the scamp just naturally does it.” Timon muttered to himself. 

“Up for some more, kid?” Timon asked, being ready to progress onward with educating the young lion. 
Simba of course nodded eagerly, having a look that the meerkat found hard to resist. 

At about the same time, Scar was gently caressing Zazu’s chest, running his fingers through the soft feathers. The hornbill was already moaning softly, seeming rather hungry for sensual touch. Being in the hold of the dark lion made Zazu’s body feel charged with electricity, even the smallest of touches got a reaction out of him. 

Though it was fun to tease, the dark lion knew his old friend needed this badly. With grace the hyenas were awed by he slipped both himself and the hornbill out of their clothes while still managing to keep their bodies pressed close together.  
Zazu’s tapering cock throbbed with need after being freed and the dark lion knew what the hornbill needed. Shifting his hips, Scar lined his cock up to the avian’s ready hole. Smoothly, the lion’s cock slid inside of the hornbill, a needy moan being heard as he did so. Being able to tell that it had been a while since Zazu had his needs fulfilled, the lion slowly sunk his inches inside, already receiving some tight squeezes in return. 

“Tight as ever,” Scar joked, giving Zazu another slow caress of his hand across the feathered chest. 

“I guess you could say I’ve been saving myself for you,” Zazu responded, managing a chuckle through his moans. Not that he had much of a choice given how revolting both Mufasa and Ahadi found male on male sexuality. It seemed like some sort of punishment; keeping him busy all hours of the day and with no time to see anyone, the only relief being masturbation and often he didn’t have time or energy to do even that. 

Scar grunted as his pelvis made contact with Zazu’s rump, every inch being buried deep inside of the other male. He paused and gave Zazu some time to adjust, enjoying the passive squeezes that were given to his cock. In an instant the lion was reminded of those passionate nights they spent together before being broken up. He had almost forgotten how good the hornbill felt, even when just sitting idly inside of him.
“Why father never let you work as an escort is beyond me, you are one of the most talented partners I have ever had…well, his loss…my gain…” Scar grunted as he started to move and the symphony of pleasured sounds that spilled from Zazu turned him on immensely. 

Having adjusted to the lion’s size, it was much easier from then on. Scar pulled back and the both of them shivered. The dark lion’s cock rubbed along the sensitive walls, finally giving stimulation that Zazu had missed after so long. Starting to rock his hips, Scar’s arms were still keeping Zazu close to him, giving plenty of touch to the soft chest and stomach. He knew by heart that the hornbill had a thing for sensual touching and even after all this time he instinctively knew where to touch. 

“Alright kiddo, we are gonna try some oral stimulation, just keep relaxing and let us lead. You know what to do Pumbaa.” Indeed the warthog did and got the young lion on his feet and kneeled in front of him and gently started to tease Simba with a few licks to his sensitive erection. 

It didn’t take much to get Simba moaning again, the sensation of a tongue on his length was very different compared to using a hand. Just like before, the warthog was slow and careful in approach, not wanting to overwhelm the feline. His tongue made contact with every inch so Simba could become more and more used to the feeling. 
It was yet another thing that Simba had been unaware of. He stood against the bed and watched while Pumbaa’s tongue continued gently sweeping over his erect flesh. Rises of pleasure came from this, getting him to make more of those noises in response. 

“Starting to understand, Simba? There’s more to sex than just missionary,” Timon chuckled.

Rather than verbally respond Simba reached out with his hands and began caressing the warthog’s head which did make Pumbaa softly shiver.
“Darn he’s a fast learner…” Timon muttered surprised. 

Progressing further, the lion was introduced to the feeling of his shaft being slowly taking into Pumbaa’s mouth.
“His mouth’s really warm and so soft…” Simba moaned. Hearing this, another shiver came from Pumbaa, making Timon snicker in response. 

“He loves it when you give him some praise,” the meerkat explained. 

The sensual shows put on by the dark and golden lions and their partners riled the hyenas up more and more until it became unbearable.

“I can’t take it anymore!” Banzai all but ripped his clothing off and calmed down as his hand gripped his shaft and stroked it. He murred “Yeah…that’s the stuff…”

Shenzi shook her head, but followed his lead alongside Ed and undressed. The trio idly masturbated as they kept an eye on their boss’ nephew while the dark lion was distracted with the reunion of his long separated lover. 

They were treated to the ongoing show of Simba being sucked off by the kneeling warthog and on the other side of the room was Scar now thrusting a bit faster inside of Zazu, who had devolved into needily muttering the lion’s name. 

“You’re so good…my whole body feels like electricity is running through it.” Simba praised and got the warthog to increase his pace a bit from exciting him.

Given that Simba packed much more than the average boy his age, Pumbaa was able to show off his skills, taking the length even deeper into his mouth with little issue. Simba tilted his head back and moaned out, the pleasure intensifying accordingly. His tip was just short of reaching into the throat but it was being caressed by the broad tongue that continually flicked and twirled itself against the lion’s cock. That feeling was starting to rise again, making him breathe heavily through now clenched teeth. 

Recognizing the signs, the meerkat was quick to step in. Simba whimpered a bit when Pumbaa was pulled back by Timon. “Sorry to interrupt, but given your age I’d say you won’t have another round in ya, so we gotta make the best of this round.” 

The young lion understood the line of logic, if he popped again so quickly he would likely be too worn out to continue, but the lack of stimulation when he had almost reached climax was frustrating. 

While he was meant to wait a bit, Timon approached Pumbaa. “While you’re taking a breather, let me show you something new, Simba. There’s more to oral sex that just sucking on someone’s erection.”
This got the lion’s interest, watching the meerkat getting behind Pumbaa. The bigger male was still kneeling and his rump was slightly raised. Giving a tap to his backside got Pumbaa to bend over even more, arching his back a bit so his ass was sticking out. 

“You remember what I was doing before, Simba? Running my fingers over your tailhole?”
The predator nodded, watching as Timon ran his hands over his partner’s shapely mounds, taking a bit of time to appreciate the soft and wide form he loved so much. When getting his fill on simple touching, he began to spread the cheeks, revealing the soft hole in between. “Well, fingers aren’t the only thing that can be used to make a partner feel good, you can also use your tongue.” 

Simba was surprised to hear that. Did people really want to put their mouths near something like that? 
Timon saw the look on the lion’s face and chuckled in understanding. “It helps to make sure your partner’s clean. And Pumbaa is, don’t worry.” Getting ready for anal play was thankfully easy due to Pure Water, it was an easy and cheap potion that made one’s tailhole completely clean and ready for fun in a relatively short time, which reminded Timon.

“Hey kiddo, before I demonstrate, I need you to drink this. It’ll get you ready for later.” The meerkat handed the young lion a bottle of Pure Water.  

Simba eyed the bottle curiously but saw nothing off about it. The taste was a bit bitter, but not unbearably so. Timon chuckled a bit at the expression Simba made after drinking it.
“You will get used to it after a while, if you wanna have any anal activities done to you that doesn’t involve a condom you’re gonna have to drink this a little beforehand. Though you can also mix it with something to mask the taste.” Timon explained.  
Simba nodded and felt something happen to his body. It was only for a moment, but he did feel “cleaner” in a sense.

“See? That wasn’t so bad, right?” 
Simba nodded and handed the bottle back to Timon and the meerkat was ready to proceed with the lesson and demonstration. 

“It’s pretty straightforward. You just give some licks to the hole. But be careful not to lick too hard. Rimming is usually done as foreplay and to prepare them for more, like fingers or your penis,” Timon informed and gave a few physical demonstrations. A small gasp came from Simba, watching the meerkat fearlessly touch his tongue to the hole, giving it a few casual licks. “Like this.”

What Timon proceeded to explain to Simba was more or less just the basics. He was certain that Simba would pick up more from actually trying it himself. The young lion proved himself to be a fast learner and that gave Timon the confidence to let him figure out a few things on his own. 

With all of that out of the way, Timon stepped back and let Simba try it out for himself. Pumbaa was still waiting patiently on his hands and knees, giving the inexperienced male all the time he would need. He felt the lion’s hands on his rump, slowly spreading his cheeks. As Simba came in closer the warthog shivered from the warm puffs of breath felt on his backside.

Very gently his tongue touched Pumbaa’s skin and carefully Simba slowly dragged his tongue upwards towards the warthog’s entrance, he briefly paused fearing it would taste repulsive, but with a bit of encouragement from Timon, he resumed and slowly worked his way up he didn’t find any disgusting taste hit his tongue, not even when his tongue touched the tailhole itself, it just tasted…fleshy…Simba had no other words to describe it. 

A small sound of pleasure came from Pumbaa and Simba felt the hole twitch, reacting to the contact made by his tongue. Realizing that he had nothing to worry about, Simba dared to move his tongue again, repeating his previous actions of starting from below and dragging his tongue upwards. This time there was just a bit more pressure put down when tracing over the winking flesh. 
“How’s he doing, Pumbaa?” Timon asked. 

“Mmm… Good so far,” Pumbaa murred. He always enjoyed being rimmed, but there was something rather different this time around. The warthog had been unprepared for the texture of the lion’s tongue, being a bit rough but far from painfully so. Just the simple drag of the feline tongue was enough to make him tremble, being stimulated by the many tiny fleshy spines. 

Simba was unaware of this, giving one experimental lick after the other. Just as Timon predicted, the lion was already starting to pick up some things. Pumbaa’s moans were different when he licked extra slowly, using most of his tongue’s length. Having only felt a few fingers rubbing over his hole, the feline was starting to become curious as to what it felt like. 
Continuing his licks was getting Pumbaa’s hole both wet and warm with his saliva. Timon watched as Simba began to get more into the rimming and also the developing pleasure that could be seen via Pumbaa’s reactions. 

Seeing that Simba had got a hang of it. He had planned to step in and have the lion stop so he could explain a few more things, but Pumbaa was clearly enjoying himself. 
“Ah, what the heck?” He supposed teaching through action would do just as well. 

Not wanting to interrupt the fun had between the two, the meerkat stepped around them both. As Pumbaa was quite big himself, Simba was also on his knees and was bent over just enough to show off his own rump. 
The lion was starting to develop a good rhythm with his lapping when he felt a pair of hands on his own behind, making him jump a bit. 

“Relax, kid. It’s just me,” Timon assured. Just like he did with Pumbaa, he started out with some sensual touching, getting a good feel for the soft fur that covered the slightly toned rump that showed signs of becoming even more so when the lion grew older. 

His approach was bolder and faster, being quick to part the cheeks and bury his muzzle in between. Simba felt his body stiffen from the smooth licks that were given to his own hole, one being given after another in a steady and continuous fashion, sending waves of newly felt pleasure through him.

It had been so much that Simba nearly forgot that he was meant to be rimming someone else at the same time, awkwardly realizing that he had been just purring while his lips were still touching the hole. Pumbaa didn’t seem to mind, enjoying the vibrations he felt. 
Showing his experience, Timon was able to get the rim nice and wet much faster than Simba had. He was going to talk the lion through what to do next, but figured it was best to just lead by example. Only after making sure the younger male was prepared, Timon focused the tip of his tongue on the tight entrance slowly applying more pressure on it until it yielded to his tongue, after breaking the seal the meerkat began to push inside slowly and gently.

Simba all but melted right then and there. For the first time he felt his tailhole being steadily spread while something warm and wet was easing its way inside. The methods were still done gently, not wanting to hurt the cub’s previously untouched hole. Simba’s deepening purrs and moans were the signs that he was doing it right. For now his focus was just getting his tongue inside before he proceeded further beyond that. 

Having adjusted a bit to the feeling, Simba had realized just what the meerkat had done. Coming to the realization that he could do the same thing to Pumbaa, he gave another slow lick but kept his tongue out, having the tip search around for the hole itself. Once finding it, he copied Timon’s actions, slowly pushing it inside. He felt Pumbaa stiffen and feared he may have done something wrong, but that was before the warthog let out a deep moan, quickly putting the feline’s fears to rest. 

Copying Timon’s actions, Simba managed to slip his tongue inside of the soft entrance, feeling the ring spread around his tongue. It was only then that he realized just where his tongue was. But just like before, he was met with no foul taste, just the almost nothing flavor of flesh. But what did surprise him were the soft walls that squeezed down on his tongue. 

As if on cue, Timon made an example of what to do next, moving his own tongue within the lion’s tailhole. Simba moaned out against Pumbaa’s rump, feeling the warm muscle lapping against his anal walls, making slow drags back and forth, going from one side to the other, leaving behind slick saliva that radiated warmth to the rest of his body. 
Following the example, Simba began to move his textured tongue back and forth, making sure the surface made contact with the pillowy walls of the hog’ ass. Pumbaa was back to moaning out, letting everyone in the room know how good it felt. The texture of Simba’s tongue did help much but most of the pleasure came from the lion getting the hang of rimming in a short amount of time. Just from feeling what Timon was doing to him, Simba was able to do the same. With a bit more practice he would be able to skillfully wield his tongue to the same caliber as Timon himself was, though the meerkat wasn’t being very serious about it right now. 

Not only was Simba learning much but having his focus on something else did well to diminish his climax. Though his length remained hard and twitching, the young male’s urge to release the rest of his seed had left him by this point. For the time being, his focus was on exploring Pumbaa’s insides with his tongue and feeling Timon do the same to him.

“Look at the three of them go,” Banzai commented. “When was the last time we did something like that?” 

“It’s not like you’ve ever asked,” Shenzi said. 

While those two began to go back and forth, Ed’s focus was on the pair of reunited lovers. Their sex was steeped with passion, as if they were making up all the time spent apart. Scar managed to be equally gentle and rough when slamming his cock inside, giving the avain just what he needed. 
Zazu was the loudest in the suite, telling Scar how good it felt and asking for more. For a guy with such a lithe body, the hornbill showed himself to be rather durable, holding firm while his body was being rocked back and forth. All the while the lion held onto him, keeping him from being knocked away or falling to the ground from how weak the bird was in the knees. 

“Oh Scar! How I missed you!” Zazu proclaimed, pushing his body back against the lion’s incoming thrusts. 
The dark lion grit his teeth to stifle a moan. “I-I can tell…your insides are squeezing and milking me so intensely I feel like I am being driven mad.” 
“Then let us be driven mad with love, my dark forbidden lover.” Zazu said and it clearly turned Scar on as he increased his pace, causing the avian’s untouched cock to release small shots of pre-cum as he deteriorated into a mess of moans. He was clearly close to his limits and from all the firm squeezes and erotic talk, Scar was brought to a similar point. Neither of them said anymore, letting the shared pleasure build between the two of them.

Ed got the attention of Banzai and Shenzi, getting them to turn their attention to the pair just in time. 
Zazu’s body shook and a squawk came from him while starting to cum, shooting pent up ropes of his release onto the floor. The even stronger clenches of his hole descended on Scar’s cock, and humping against them pushed the lion over the edge as well, groaning deeply while giving a final strong thrust deep inside of his lover, pumping a big load of his own inside. His hand moved up to tilt Zazu’s head close to his own, the two of them sharing a kiss while their cocks were spurting the last of their essence. 

“Haaah… I…I love you, Scar,” Zazu said when their kiss was over, being enveloped in the bliss of not only relieving that pent up feeling that plagued him for so long but also the blissful afterglow that came after. 
“I’ve missed hearing you say that,” the lion smiled. While still inside of the hornbill, he lifted his lover up and carried him over to the bed, being careful to not disturb the fun that Simba was having with Timon and Pumbaa. 

But if anything the passion the hornbill and dark lion had shared only spurred on the young lion and his first-time aids, breaking down Simba’s reluctance and driving him on to explore his partner even more passionately and alluring the meerkat to do the same, pushing his rump back into Timon’s face.

The licks came harder and their tongues had reached in deeper. Simba’s own moans could be heard clearly despite being muffled by Pumbaa fat rump. He gave the warthog the same treatment, sinking his tongue further in while having his tongue put more pressure down on the walls that were starting to twitch and clench a bit harder down on him,
It was the same for Simba. What started out as tingling pleasure from having his tailhole look had developed into something more, feeling his shaft twitching harder despite it not being touched in any way. Timon’s length of tongue had run over the young male’s prostate, sending powerful bursts of pleasure through him. 

While it brought him pride to feel the lion shudder and tense up from his actions, Timon had to once again cut their fun short, running another risk of getting Simba to release his seed. Pulling his tongue free and leaving the feline’s hole empty was enough to make Simba stop, looking back with an expression of both confusion and continued frustration. It seemed just when things were getting good, they had to stop. 

“Don’t worry, Simba. This is the last time, I promise,” Timon assured, hearing the young predator starting to growl in frustration. 

The meerkat smirked, “Besides…we finally are getting to the good stuff…it’s time for you to mate for the first time.” The lion shivered, was it finally time?
“Pumbaa is more than experienced enough to take you dry, but since you readied him up all nice and good so you can probably hilt inside him from the get-go and it would only feel good for him.” 

Simba was pulsing with anticipation just from hearing that. 

“Oh I got an idea Pumbaa, why don’t you get into [i]that[/i] position? It will give him all the space he needs to fully explore you.” Timon suggested and the warthog showed a surprising amount of agility. He grabbed a pillow, placing it on the floor before laying on top of it, having the pillow prop up his lower half.

This allowed Simba to take in the whole of Pumbaa’s body. Having lifted his legs, the warthog showed off his wide rump and stretched looking hole, still winking from the sudden lack of fullness. Simba was also able to see the thick erection that twitched between his legs, all of it making him shudder. 
“Go ahead, kid. You know what to do,” Timon encouraged. 

Indeed the young lion felt instinctively what he needed to do, getting into position between the warthog’s legs with the aim of stuffing his dick into Pumbaa’s inviting hole. 
Instinctively Simba gripped Pumbaa’s hips and thrusted, causing his erection to frustratingly slide off its mark.
Simba gasped as Timon pushed his body into his back and reached around and gripped his throbbing erection.

“Alright…pushed ahead slowly, I’ll keep you steady.” The meerkat instructed. The lion blushed as he felt Timon’s own erection pushed against him. Taking a deep breath, the first-timer made a forward push with his hips. With the help of the meerkat, Simba’s tip made contact and then slid in past the rim. 

“W-whoa…” Simba reacted, instantly feeling his length being engulfed by the warm hole. Thanks to all of the rimming done earlier, his inches slid in rather easily. While simply inserting himself, the lion was introduced to many new feelings at once. Timon took his hand off and let Simba push the rest of himself inside, managing to hilt just like he said without meeting any real resistance. 

Pumbaa groaned as well, feeling the length entering him. Given his age, taking Simba would have been no problem for anyone to take, at least in theory, but the unique size he packed would have troubled inexperienced partners, but not the warthog, being very adept at taking even sizeable partners Pumbaa was able to enjoy it gently slipping past his already prepared hole and sink deep inside so easily. It was sitting there for a moment, idly pulsing against his walls, dripping a bit of pre-cum as well. 

“Good. Now, when you’re ready, start moving your hips back and forth,” Timon instructed, still being pressed close to the lion’s backside. 
Simba nodded and took a deep breath before doing just that, making the simple motion of pulling his hips back. Doing so pulled his dick along, being rubbed by the warm and wet surfaces surrounding it on the way out. 
“And push back in,” Timon said just before Simba pulled it out completely. 

After thrusting back in, the lion quickly got used to the rhythm, instinctively thrusting and pulling out at a steady pace after Timon had helped him get going. 
“There you go,” the meerkat praised, watching the lion moving his hips in the right way, getting his cock to grind against Pumbaa’s walls. Both he and the warthog were back to moaning, sharing an even more intense kind of pleasure than before.  

“You’re doing well, Simba,” Pumbaa complemented. From his position, he was able to see the golden lion going back and forth, watching the expressions on his face. He felt the length pushing and pulling while inside of him, reaching rather deeply. Along the way, it made contact with spots like his prostate, making the warthog shudder and squeeze down on the lion’s dick. 

“Mmm…” Simba hummed. Something within him drove his hips to keep moving, seeking out more of the pleasure he felt. It was more than he imagined. Now it made sense why there was always a lioness coming in and out of his dad’s room. It was so warm and tight, feeling so good to hump into, being even more so when reaching in extra deeply. He could feel his erection throbbing, something warm dripping from his tip.

“You’re a natural,” Timon said, patting Simba on the back. “Think you can handle a little more?”

This confused the younger male for a moment, wondering how he could do this to two males while only having one cock. But the true meaning became clear when he felt the meerkat’s shaft begin to grind in between his cheeks, rubbing directly over his also wet and stretched tailhole. 

“I think so,” Simba nodded. He braced himself, feeling Timon’s arms wrapping around him. Those hands were already caressing his chest, brushing not only over the golden fur but also the lion’s chest, rubbing Simba’s pecs and giving the nipples a direct rub and small gentle pinch that sent additional pleasure through the feline’s body. 

While doing that, Timon was able to aim and push himself inside without the use of his hands, adding his own groans of pleasure to Simba and Pumbaa’s. He was careful when easing himself inside, being aware that this was the lion’s first time. While the lion’s hole was more than readied up enough to take his cock, he didn’t want to overwhelm Simba by delivering too many sensations all at once. Once hilting inside Timon waited a bit before starting as well, having matched that pace that Simba was going at currently.  

Scar and Zazu watched the lion’s nephew’s intense first time “If I didn’t know for sure I would say he was your son rather than Mufasa’s, he clearly has your passion.” The bird gently played with the fur on Scar’s chest. 

“The genes must have skipped two generations.” Scar teasingly said, in this case Mufasa and Ahadi’s. Zazu swatted his arm gently “Oh if they heard you say that…” he chuckled. 

“They would have a fit for sure.” Scar finished the bird’s sentence with a smirk.

The dark lion held Zazu close. “Feel better?” he asked and got a non-verbal sigh and “Mhm” in response from the hornbill.
“So, can I expect you to be the one to escort my nephew again?” Zazu heard Scar’s masked excited tone, but only because he knew him so well.

“That does seem to be Mohatu’s intention…” Zazu revealed with a smile.

“Then we will have plenty of time to catch up…for the next time I want the roles we had today switched though.” Zazu blushed immensely upon hearing that.
“You are one of the few I would give myself to without hesitation and I missed your incredible cocksmanship.” Scar got the hornbill to blush immensely.

“I will have that tail one day…” Banzai muttered jealously to himself as he stroked himself faster and harder, not really caring if he pushed himself over the edge. 

He watched as Simba was in between the two older males. Timon was humping along with him, helping the lion’s cock reach even deeper inside of Pumbaa. 

“So, what do you think, champ?” Timon asked, giving the lion’s chest some additional teasing as the three of them rocked back and forth in their shared lovemaking. 

“It feels so good…” Simba told them, feeling the dual sensations of both having his cock in Pumbaa’s tailhole while Timon had his own stuffed full. He could feel the other male’s length sliding back and forth inside of him, rubbing along his surprisingly sensitive walls. He felt those touches to his prostate again, his body trembling and his moans spilling out even louder than before. 

“Simba…” Pumbaa said, getting the lion’s attention. Reaching down, the warthog took hold of Simba’s hand and placed it on his own throbbing cock. Nodding, the younger male continued to hump into the lying aid while now also pumping his hand up and down his cock in a steady rhythm. 

“Oooaah!!” Pumbaa moaned out, his body being alight with a heavy amount of pleasure, getting him to shiver and squeeze down on the shaft that began to pound in him both harder and faster. Timon was doing the same, all feeling the pleasure rising within them. All of their previous acts were catching up to them, leaving the trio not far from a shared climax. 

“Getting close…” Timon grunted. 

“M-me too…” Simba admitted. The meerkat nodded and led, rocking his hips with more vigor, getting the lion to follow his lead. Getting into sync, the two of them pushed their cocks deep into the hole they were rutting, moving their hips as fast as they could be. 

As the trio pushed themselves toward their climax Banzai released his own seed a bit untimely during their buildup which could have distracted them, but fortunately didn’t.
While he was panting from the afterglow Shenzi got ahold of him, led him in front of Ed and pushed him to his knees “I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but you know what the price of lack of discipline is.” What he had done was downright rude. 

Banzai didn’t protest as he darn well knew given he had been part of making those rules and took Ed’s length into his mouth and began bobbing his head up and down the length of his fellow male hyena much to Ed’s delight, though he noted Banzai’s pace was a lot more gentle than the rough and intense one that he usually did.
Being rather close himself, the other male hyena grunted and sighed deeply, finishing in Banzai’s mouth. Despite looking rather annoyed he drank down Ed’s load and then proceeded to lick the shaft clean of any remaining cum, a courtesy he learned from another escort. The others were surprised to see that Banzai’s methods changed so much recently. 

That left Shenzi for last, as usual. Being both finished the male hyenas helped each other lick Shenzi’s sex, leaving her holding unto the armrest of her chair and head leaned back from how intense the feeling was. The both of them used their tongues in different ways; Ed being slower and gentle in approach while Banzai fell into his old ways of grinding his tongue along quickly and rougher. They knew that Shenzi was a fan of both gentle and rough sex so giving her both sensations was more than enough to get the female hyena trembling.

Grunting while clenching her teeth, Shenzi came onto their muzzles, giving them a taste of her juices. The two of them worked together to clean up the mess, leaving the female so hum comfortably, watching as Ed and Banzai began to lick at each other’s face, practically kissing. Their attention was brought back to the lion, warthog, and meerkat trio, hearing their joined moans of ecstasy. 

All being close to their orgasms, the three of them were pounding their bodies hard against the other. They all teased each other: Simba stroking Pumbaa’s cock, Timon caressing Simba’s chest, and the lion himself being clever enough to give some purposeful squeezes to the meerkat’s grinding shaft, feeling it throb harder against his tightened walls. 

“N-nice try kiddo…but you’re not gonna make me finish first.” The meerkat surprised Simba by changing his angle a bit before thrusting in, which made the lion see stars. Timon's thrusts were rapidly pushing him towards climax and he wouldn’t be able to hold back even if he wanted to. 

As soon as Pumbaa felt the young lion release inside him he stopped holding back his own orgasm and Simba clearly enjoyed his insides tightening as his spurts of seed reinvigorated in strength while he openly moaned out loud.
Having proved his point and shown the youth that he still had much to learn, Timon allowed himself to cum last, giving a final hump into Simba’s tailhole, letting the lion feel himself being seeded for the first time. 

The two experienced escorts allowed Simba to dwell in a blissful afterglow for quite some time before he finally came down again. He had experienced both pumping a load in someone else while having a load inside himself. Timon slowly pulled out and eased off, helping the feline up and out of Pumbaa as well, the warthog usually needed a minute or two to catch his breath after cumming hard like that.  

“Well kiddo how was that?” Timon teased, he figured Simba was tuckered out by now from two intense orgasms, but as the young lion turned towards him his still hard prick pointed right at him.
“Really good…” Simba panted “I want more…I think I can go [i]one [/i]more time.” 

“Oh gods what kind of monster have we unleashed?” Timon whispered to himself and chuckled, lion or not, he hadn’t expected Simba to be able to go for three rounds for his first time. 
Seeing that Pumbaa was still out of commission, Timon began looking around for some help.

“Hey, you’re the one meant to teach him. You’re on your own, pal,” Shenzi teased as the meerkat’s eyes reached her and the male hyenas.

Scar and Zazu were passionately cuddled together and the lion gave Timon a look as if to say he would not think very highly of him if he asked him for help as that would require him to part with the hornbill who was snoozing away.

Pumbaa was usually ready to go by now but the whole ordeal had been more than what the warthog had been expecting.
With Pumbaa still catching his breath that left Timon all alone to take care of the seemingly insatiable lion. Simba was already eagerly looking at the meerkat, wondering what they would be doing next. 

“Oh boy… How about we move on to the review part of the lesson?” Timon asked, getting up and walking towards one of the other beds. The bed he chose was Ed’s, leaning over in a way that made his backside stick out in clear view of the young lion. He was the only one of the three who hadn’t be rimmed nor penetrated. 

“Uh, okay…” Simba agreed. He was still excited but realized he had the eyes of everyone else on him. Timon wouldn’t be talking the young lion through it this time, leaving him to rely on everything he learned so far. When getting to the bed, he looked back at the other that had his uncle and Zazu lying on it. The dark lion gave him an encouraging nod, being also eager to see just what his nephew had learned from this experience. 

Simba was finally upon the meerkat. Recalling all that he had been taught, he started out by getting on his knees. His hands were on Timon’s ass, gently massaging it before he spread the cheeks. Timon himself remained bent over the bed, awaiting the lion’s next move. Simba had taken a small breath before easing in, making contact with the soft hole. His tongue started to lick over it, making the older male jump. 

Now he could understand why Pumbaa reacted the way he did. He had been rimmed tons of times but this was the first time he felt a tongue like Simba’s. It was of course warm and wet but the texture brought a unique sensation he hadn’t felt before. 
He wouldn’t get to enjoy it for long as Simba pushed into him quite eagerly and readied him up. While the outside rimming was brief, Timon shuddered and gripped the blankets when feeling the tongue touching his insides, lapping and dragging along his walls, getting them warm and slick with saliva as well. He felt the lion was doing well so far. The only criticism he had was Simba’s eagerness. The younger male’s actions were a bit rushed but that was expected given this was his first time.

Once the hole was adequately lubricated, the young lion pulled away. He stood up to his full height and came in close, having his still erect cock in hand. It was lined up with the meerkat’s tailhole. Just the tip alone told him how truly big Simba was down there. Timon would be nervous if he hadn’t taken guys far bigger during his and Pumbaa’s travels, but it would definitely take him on a ride. He felt Simba's hands come down on his hips, getting a good grip on them. And then came the push. 

While Timon wasn’t allowed to instruct, he was free to react to the acts being done onto him, moaning out as the tip pushed in past his hole, the following inches sliding in after it. While Simba was eager to feel more pleasure around his cock, he was aware to not ram himself inside all at once given his partner’s smaller size compared to before, instead feeding his length inside inches at a time. 

It took a bit of time, but his pelvis was soon pressed to Timon’s rump, every inch being set deep inside of the meerkat. The two of them groaned a bit, the hot length being softly squeezed while just sitting in place. After taking a moment, the lion began to move his hips, starting out with a bit of speed, nothing overwhelming. For someone like Timon, it was just the way he liked it, getting right to the good part. 
Timon knew he was nowhere near as accommodating as his partner, but he was still able to take quite a bit comfortably despite what his size would suggest. 

Scar felt both the rise of pride and his shaft in watching his nephew pounding into the meerkat at a steady pace, hearing them moaning over each other. He could tell that Simba would grow into a fine lion, and any partner would be rather lucky to have him too. 
Laying front to front with the snoozing hornbill the dark lion adjusted himself and slipped his length in between the avian’s crossed thighs and gently began humping, he knew Zazu wouldn’t mind as long as he didn’t shoot a load directly unto him.

Simba was more than happy to feel the tight hole wrapped around his moving length again, moaning and grunting in response to the pleasure that came from it. He was still going at the same pace, putting his focus on reaching in deep. Doing so was getting Timon to squirm and moan out, having his sensitive depths repeatedly prodded and the prostate constantly rubbed. 

For those who knew Timon, they would credit his incredible stamina, being able to not only take males much bigger than him, but also last for a considerable amount of time as well, holding firm until his partner had their fill and came first. 
The meerkat was admittedly given a run for his money, trying to hold firm against the relentless contact given to his most sensitive spots. It wasn’t just that Simba was touching them over and over, but the cub seemed to be aware of his actions, striking them in a certain way. 

It had only been for a moment, but Simba had noticed the way that Timon thrust in before he came during their previous round. His cock pushed in at an angle and struck something deep inside, making the lion cum instantly. Not only was he rutting the other male, but also exploring his insides, checking the reactions that Timon made when finding another tender spot. 

Timon realized that Simba was even more clever than previously expected. And he certainly wasn’t complaining about having these spots repeatedly touched and teased. Simba finally began to pull back and thrust in, doing so in the usual manner. But the young lion made sure to push in deep, having figured out that’s what Timon’s biggest weakness was. 
At this point, it was not just a final test for Simba but it had also become a battle of endurance and stamina between someone completely experienced and another just getting the hang of sex.
If Timon had known how intense this would be he could have braced himself and it wouldn’t have been an even match at all, but because the young lion had caught him off guard multiple times he almost had him on the ropes…[i]almost[/i]. He still had some tricks that could turn the tables.

Simba thought he was doing well, he had the meerkat moaning and squirming underneath him, but then Timon adjusted his body ever so slightly and pushed back. That in itself wouldn’t have broken the young lion’s rhythm, but what did was the meerkat’s tail having hooked around Simba’s back and pulling him in to meet the meerkat’s movement. 

“Mmpf!!” Simba growled, being completely caught off guard. He was certain the advantage was his this time, but Timon proved himself to be not only crafty but also adaptable, having countered the lion’s attempt completely, taking a bit of control as well.
Feeling himself getting close again, the only option available to Simba was to ram himself inside with full speed and power, hoping to brute force Timon into cumming first. Holding the hips nearly tight enough for his claws to pierce the prey animal’s skin, the lion growled and slammed his cock in fast and hard, using all that he had left. 

Timon did cry out, his body being rocked hard while on the bed. He had to admire not only the attempt but also the surprising amount of strength within the young lion. But in all his years, the meerkat had taken on much more than this. He smirked and used Simba’s momentum against him, turning what would have been sharp thrusts into sloppy ones that didn’t stimulate his sweet spots nearly as much while turning up the intensity by meeting the young lion’s thrusts by pushing back into them.
The final step was the strong squeezes that made his hole twice as snug as before. Thrusting with full strength into that was too much for Simba to resist. He snarled and began to cum hard, draining the last of the seed he had within the smirking meerkat. Timon felt the spurts of warmth and sighed himself, relaxing his body and using the last few humps given to him to reach his own climax, shooting his load onto the bed. 

“Aw…” Simba whined to himself. He was certain that he would beat Timon.

“Don’t beat yourself up, kid. I’ve had years of practice. And if it makes you feel better, you’ve really made me work to beat you because you caught me by surprise several times” Timon complemented.

“How did you do that?” Banzai asked Timon in awe. He had never seen something like that before, seeing Simba clearly have the upper hand at first made the hyena certain that Timon would be cumming first. 

“Picked up a trick here and there…most people tend to forget about your tail during sex and are always surprised when you use it,” Timon explained. “You start to pick up some things when being with so many different species and some places also have their own unique tricks to enhance the overall experience.”

“Timon has always been one of the best,” Pumbaa chuckled. “He got kicked out from a place called the Watering Hole for upstaging all the other escorts. All the customers only wanted him.”

“Eh, they just helped me realize how much time I was wasting there anyways, just like collage” Timon dismissed. He didn’t like to dwell on his past, working at the club with all prey animals. It was a hotspot for predators looking to dominate. Things changed when a panther asked Timon to ride him. The meerkat gave him much more of a ride than expected. From then on, Timon realized he had a talent for not only taking but overwhelming guys much bigger than him. Apparently being dominated and milked dry by a prey animal was a major turn on for quite a few predators, keeping them coming back for more. 

“Might as well tell them where you came from, Pumbaa,” Timon chuckled.
The warthog was a bit embarrassed but told them anyways. It turned out that Pumbaa had been the son of a wealthy tycoon from a distant land, but he hadn’t inherited any of his father’s financial management ability. Pumbaa did try but most of his attempts resulted in making mistakes and embarrassing his family.
When he was of age they had shoved a decent amount of money in his hands and told him to make it on his own. Away from his family he discovered his own talents, not just for lovemaking, but for cooking.

“Give Pumbaa a decent kitchen and ingredients and he will make dishes that’ll beat out anything those snob cooks charge an arm and leg for,” Timon told them. 
The two crossed paths the night Timon got kicked out for disrupting the club’s business. Pumbaa had been roaming the streets, feeling rather down on himself. One thing led to another and they spent the night together. 
Timon had expected to be paid and on his way, but the warthog had brought him breakfast and asked how he was feeling. They talked for about an hour after that. When Timon felt he was overstaying his welcome, Pumbaa assured him that he could stay and the topic eventually turned into what their future aspects were. The two used the rest of Pumbaa’s money to travel to some exotic place called The Oasis, earning enough money there to travel on while picking up plenty of things along the way, when they came to the next place they would again earn money while learning from the locals and so on, traveling all over the place without much care or worry.

All the same, for all their traveling, the pair had never felt like they belonged anywhere. For their own reasons they were outcasts and there didn’t seem to be anyone looking for a pair like them. 
But despite this they had both been much happier, especially in each other’s company.

“And that’s when I heard word of a strange pair in town,” Scar put in, revealing how he came to know the duo. “They had only been there for a short time and yet many spoke of their names. To be honest I was nervous they wouldn’t settle for someone like [i]me[/i].”

“Heh. The moment he mentioned the free room and kitchen, we were sold,” Timon snickered. “So did we pass?” The meerkat asked the dark lion.

“What do you say, Simba?” Scar asked for his nephew’s input.

The young lion breathed heavily “I don’t think I will ever forget today…that felt amazing and I learned a ton.” 

“I agree your performance was quite impressive, far above the regular escort. I think you more than deserve one of our bigger suites,” Scar offered them. 

The pair blinked in surprise, as if they had been expecting something else. Scar could only guess they were used to rejection and moving along to another place. There were many here who could relate, and that meant they would fit right in among the bunch. 

“I would say we should send for our stuff, but we don’t have any,” Timon said, hardly believing it. 

“We provide everything one would need,” Scar assured. “I would show you the room, but I’m a bit occupied at the moment.” Zazu was still sleeping peacefully while against him. 

“You guys get to stay!” Simba beamed, hugging Timon from behind. 

“You seem to have taken quite the liking to them,” Scar noted. “The suite is big enough for three. Would you like to share the room with them, Simba?” 

“Oh can I?” The young lion asked excitedly.

“Guess that means we are his caretakers huh?” Timon said in a fond tone. This was said in jest but it gave Scar an idea.

“If you would, I will generously compensate you for your time. I am at times busy and I would feel much better knowing when my nephew comes to visit he has some personal caretakers to look after him.” 

“Can you teach me that thing you did, Timon? I know my tail’s not that long or strong, but I can try!” Simba pleaded. 

“Oh boy… We’re not gonna get much sleep are we?” Timon chuckled. 

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Scar returned to his own room after showing their newest addition and his nephew to their room. Zazu had been carefully carried to Scar’s room before then. When returning he found the hornbill just starting to wake up.
“You had a little fun while I snoozed.” It wasn’t even a question, Zazu had always just been able to know.
“I did…” Scar knew he might as well admit it.

“You didn’t get off though…come here…” The dark lion took the invitation, undressed and got into bed with Zazu and hugged their bodies together again.
“Turn around now my love.” Zazu whispered in Scar’s ear. The lion did as instructed and shivered as Zazu pushed himself into his back and gripped his erection with his hand-like wingends and softly stroked him. It was just a handjob, but the unique feeling of those soft feathers made it feel like so much more and the lion had to focus on not squirming from the pleasure he was given. 

“Shh…just let me take care of you.” Zazu whispered as he slowly increased his pace. Just that almost pushed Scar over the edge, but he wanted it to last as long as possible and resisted.

“Z-Zazu…” Scar muttered, becoming overwhelmed. 

“You are such a naughty boy, using my thighs to try and get off while I snoozed…” Scar blushed at the teasing scolding and moaned as the hornbill reached around with his other wing and cupped his balls with those elegant feather-fingers.

“I-I…I can’t hold back…” Scar muttered and received a soft shush.

“Let me show you how it feels to fly.” Zazu said as he increased his pace to a very particular speed that caused the lion’s mind to go blank. 
Scar shamelessly moaned and bucked his cock into Zazu’s hand as he roared out, reaching a mind-melting orgasm that sent thick ropes of his essence flying into the air and causing a mess on the bed.

It took Scar a couple of minutes in Zazu’s embrace to reach a state of mind where he could form coherent thoughts again after that intense climax.  
“You really know how to drive me wild,” he purred. 
The two basked in each other’s presence for a while before the lion broke the silence.

“Zazu…can you tell me what happened?” Scar asked gently.

“What do you think happened? Mufasa happened…Ahadi happened…” Zazu muttered, a surprising amount of venom being heard in his voice. 

“Mufasa has always been a brat even at the best of times, but his father…” Scar had mentioned to the hornbill he sometimes forgot to credit Ahadi as his father given how little relationship they had and both had agreed not to acknowledge him as such when they knew he wouldn’t hear.

Zazu growled and shook with anger, something Scar had never witnessed him do and he did his best to calm him with gentle touches.
The hornbill sighed and calmed down a little, “He took me into his office one day, congratulating me on almost clearing the debt my clan had with your family and inviting me to participate in a project he had…I would have refused immediately if I could, but heard him out…it was convoluted and strange, but he assured me that it would pan out and left me in charge of it while he had to do something important…I never got to look into it the project in earnest as it wasn’t even a day before it collapsed and somehow I had been named the owner of the project and was forced to eat the debt of it failing, conveniently Ahadi came back just in time to offer lending me money, it was then I realized what it was he had done…I had no choice but to accept and indebtitude my clan to your family for many years more.”  

If Ahadi had been present in the room Scar would have struggled not to pounce on him and attempt to rip his throat out, nothing he had never done to him had ever infuriated him as much as hearing what he had done to Zazu. 
It went against everything their family stood for. “honoring family traditions”, it had alway felt disingenuous coming from Ahadi, but now it felt like mockery, like their rich history and honored traditions didn’t matter, that their “family’s values” were solely decided by what Ahadi felt like they should be, no matter how twisted and dishonorable. 

“Zazu…If I win…[i]When[/i] I win the duel of succession…I will remedy this, I promise.” While Ahadi didn’t understand the value of a promise, Scar did and he didn’t give one out unless he was ready to move the heavens and the earth to fulfill it. His word was his honor. 

“Thank you…” Zazu muttered as he hugged himself close and held on tightly to the lion. He wouldn’t let the lion do it alone though, he would make them rue thinking they had broken him, he would keep his ears open and relaying what he learnt to Scar.
