Scar and Simba were walking towards the gorge. That’s where the adult lion planned to trick the small cub into waiting right at the bottom. He would signal the hyenas to scare a herd of wildebeest and they would run right over the unsuspecting cub. Just before then he would call his brother to come save Simba and if all goes well he would successfully kill them both off. With them gone he would be the uncontested king of the Pride Lands. 

Simba was walking besides his uncle, completely unaware of the plan. But he wasn’t acting as usual, he was quiet and looked to be in deep thought. It was odd because Simba was usually full of energy, always hopping around all over the place. He should have been especially excited given that Scar had promised to show him a surprise. 

"Hey Uncle Scar?" Simba asked with a smile.

"Yes…"

"What is the surprise?"

"I've told you already. 'Little rat'..." Scar said, whispering the last words so low the cub wouldn't hear them.

"I know but-” Simba hadn’t ever been this far away from Pride Rock. He couldn’t explain it but something about this just felt off. His uncle’s dismissiveness did nothing to ease those feelings. 

"Hey Simba... Why don't we race to the gorge? I bet you can't beat me," the older lion said while wearing a fake smile.

Simba perked up and that odd feeling instantly ebbed away. "You're on..." The little cub said as he started to run past the lean lion without looking back. However, Scar sighed as he watched the little golden lion getting further away from him, the most he did was prance forward a little to make a false attempt at actually racing the cub.

"Very soon I will be the king..." Scar talked aloud with no worry, the cub was already too far from him to hear.

Scar’s thoughts were interrupted as he noticed a couple of passerby animals staring at him, just staring, the lion was so irritated by their gazes. The animals were insulting him by their quietness, their lack of respect to him, they should bow to him. If Mufasa were here, they would run to him and bow to his paws, some would even kiss the ground he stepped on.

"Why do I want to be king of a kingdom who doesn't want me? They could at least greet me...even if I don't greet them back, I would feel less... unwanted..." His nerves were crazy but blew up when he noticed Simba no longer running. He was standing in front of a couple of zebras, a calf and its parent, and they bowed to the cub. That was the top insult of Scar’s life, just seeing that arrogant smirk the cub was bearing on his face was a blow to his pride, a cruel unfair injustice.

Scar wished he could teach his nephew a lesson: a reason to fear him, so that way at least he would leave him alone and not hopping along like a crazy antelope in his cave or on his back. The adult lion wished to swat the cub's muzzle until it bled, so he could enjoy the silence of just him and his thoughts.

Then Scar remembered the plan he was going to execute in some short amount of time. But suddenly that wasn’t enough for him. A rather perverse idea for revenge against his brother began to bloom. He cared so little for the cub and had no qualms about sending Mufasa a little message through him. 

"I shouldn’t just kill them both... One of them could provide some enjoyment..." Scar began to alter the plan in his head and smiled at the result. It wasn’t what he was originally going for but at least he could achieve one of his dreams. The recurring dream he’s had since Simba’s birth. 

Making the cub suffer and making him cry… This new plan was going to give him both if not more…

Scar got closer to the zebras and they were quick to run away. Their speed and eagerness to get away actually surprised the brown lion. At least he managed to get rid of them quickly. 

“Whoa, uncle! Your smell must have scared them away,” Simba said, just meaning to joke around with his uncle. He wanted to cheer up his uncle, noticing the sour look on the older lion’s face. 

Scar just smiled and he leaned down to get himself eye level with Simba. Being face to face, he did his best to contain himself. Instead of pouncing on the younger feline he said that the surprise was nearly ready. 

"Yeah...!? Alright!" Simba cheered. Scar extended his paw and gestured for Simba to keep up with him. He took his time, pacing slowly and casually, excited for the doom he was going to let fall on the poor unsuspecting prince.

As they resumed walking, Simba began to ramble on about all the fine details of yesterday's events. He of course started with Mufasa's teachings, told about his play fighting with Nala and how it ended with a bath he received from Sarabi. Scar's face went but melted, bored to tears with the endless talking. They continued towards the entrance to the gorge and walked down. Scar forced himself to casually nod and acknowledge Simba's boring day.

He tuned the younger lion out but was snapped out of it by Simba’s laughter. Whatever he was talking about was apparently funny enough to make him slide off a rock he stood upon. The little cub carried on, rolling and laughing for a while longer before turning back and seeing the grim look on his uncle's face. He stopped and returned to his uncle’s side, walking beside him into the gorge. 

In time they were finally in the center of the gorge, where Scar's original plan was to signal the hyenas to cause the stampede and lure his brother in. But that plan had been changed dramatically.

"Uncle Scar? Are you ok?" Simba asked shyly, sitting down on a rock that was under a tree.

"Oh Simba, I'm quite fine,” he dismissed, turning away as he started to pace back and forth, analyzing the cub's little frame from head to tail, paws included. "Oh, and did I mention how fond I am of sniveling little cubs prancing around and telling stories of trivial nonsense that I care absolutely nothing about!" 

Simba cowered away from his uncle, lowering his body to the ground and folding his ears back.

"I'm sorry if I bored you with my stories..." Simba whimpered.

"Oh no, no, no, Simba." Scar hushed, pulling the little cub close to his body. "It's quite alright. Do you know why?"

"Uh, no?" He submitted.

"You see, I have been wronged in a great many ways. It's only fair for these things to be...remedied." Scar explained, stroking Simba's back with his claws. "I will send a message to your father. After that...all my mistakes will be forgotten and I will have a new life…”

"That’s great, Uncle..." Simba said happily, grimacing a little by the raking of claws on his back. "What is the message?"

"Oh, you'll find out, soon enough." Scar stated before suddenly and roughly snatching Simba's scruff in his paw. He held the wincing lion club in place as he sat down and spread his legs, revealing his usually hidden sheath. Simba was pushed against his uncle again and he gained a full view of Scar’s privates. Underneath the sheath itself were his uncle’s balls, while the younger lion saw them when walking behind the older one, this was the first time his attention was really drawn to them. 

He was being pushed even closer towards them and began to struggle even harder when his face was just short of being pressed into them. "U-uncle, Scar..." he stammered nervously, trying to pull himself out of the grip. But attempting to get free only resulted in Scar’s claws digging deeper into his scruff. 


"Silence! You’ll do exactly as I tell you." Scar threatened sharply, looking down on the cub. "Start arousing me with that annoying tongue of yours." 

"What?" Simba asked, stunned by the request. Scar snapped a good smack across Simba's backside with his other paw. He didn’t hold back and Simba yelped from being spanked so hard. It was much harder than how his father did it and the claws nearly cut him.

"Lick it! Or I'll carve another hole in you to relieve myself in!" Scar snarled. Simba whimpered once more but complied with his uncle's request. Taking short, swift licks near the tip of his uncle’s sheath, he began to do as he was told. Being inexperienced in things like sex and self pleasure, Simba licked in the same manner his mother would, acting as if he was trying to clean Scar’s privates. The feeling of Simba’s tongue was just enough for now. While enjoying the sensation, Scar let a digit of his other paw slide down to Simba's ass. He began by softly teasing it but quickly moved on to playfully fingering the rim.

Simba felt his tailhole being touched but he was more concerned about providing oral pleasure. The claws digging into his scruff acted as motivation. "Do I lick this?" Simba asked, his voice trembling nearly as much as his body. The stimulation to his sheath caused Scar’s get erect. First it was just a pink point that jutted from the sheath but more inches slid out and the surprisingly long lion shaft became completely visible. It was poking against Simba’s cheek and he wasn’t sure what to do about it. 

"I don't recall asking you to stop. Keep licking until I tell you otherwise!" Scar scolded. Simba was compliant but tucked his ears back once more. The cub avoided the twitching shaft and continued licking along the sheath still. After “cleaning” every inch of it, the lion cub looked moved on to run his tongue across Scar's sack. 

While Scar did enjoy the licking of his balls, he didn’t like that his cock was being ignored. It was as if the younger feline was avoiding his length of purpose. More licks were given to his orbs and that only riled him up more, getting to the point that he could no longer take it. 

"Simba?" He asked, calmly.

"Y-yes, uncle Scar?" Simba responded. 

"Let it in, would you?" Scar questioned softly. He let the tip whisk by Simba's chin before attempting to push it into his nephew’s mouth. Simba quickly turned away and shut his eyes tight in fear.

"No!" He protested. Scar extended his claws on his other paw and they began lightly digging into Simba's haunch; one claw even poked against the hole, being just short of being shoved in.

"That's not the way you talk to your uncle," Scar replied, having a casual tone of voice. Letting go of the scruff, his paw moved upwards and onto Simba's head. Overpowering the younger feline, he pressed Simba’s lips against his cock and forced the entry. Simba's eyes opened wide in shock, feeling Scar's long cock pushing its way past his lips. It slid over his tongue and quickly reached the back of his throat. 

Scar groaned from the feeling of a warm mouth. He slowly eased back his member before slamming it back inside, forcing his way into his nephew’s throat this time. Simba was panicking; the horrid taste and violation of his maw was frightening enough. But to know it was coming from his own uncle made it so much worse. His hind legs began to buckle under the pounding force Scar was applying. After a few more hard thrusts into his windpipe, Scar transitioned to humping the cub’s muzzle at a brisk and rough pace. 

Scar was amused by Simba's fruitless attempts to struggle as he felt his meat slide along the tongue and down the younger male’s throat. He gave pause only a few strokes at a time to let his nephew breathe before continuing to use the warm and soft muzzle as his toy. Simba already had his ears folded back but he slammed his eyes shut tight as well, trying to block out what was happening to him. Scar couldn't help but laugh at the gesture, if anything it pushed on his urge to take the prince.

He performed quick, persistent thrusts into Simba's mouth. The sounds of his grunts and moans echoed throughout the gorge and so did Simba’s muffled gags. The yellow lion felt the sliminess of precum being slathered across his rough tongue and he didn’t like the taste of it either. He never could get used to the penetration of his throat. It was always sudden and the barbs scratched on their way down. The sting of having his esophagus stretched around the flesh was bad enough but he felt himself choking on the hard flesh. Even when given breaks to breath, Simba’s throat still felt clogged with sticky precum.  

As time passed, Scar’s balls repeatedly slapped against Simba's chin. They were churning hard and were readying their release. It had been some time since Scar felt the pleasure of someone else’s mouth or hole so he had a buildup of seed that he was itching to expel. The harder throbs of his shaft caused Scar to hump even harder and his balls smacked against Simba’s chin at a faster pace.

Simba was groaning and gagging even louder as well. At this point his uncle was slamming his cock down into his throat, relentlessly pounding the soft and tight airway. Scar had all of the control and he wasn’t stopping. Even when Simba needed to breathe and felt himself getting dizzy, his uncle was still thrusting hard. A low growl caught his attention and the shaft in his mouth was starting to pulse harder than ever. 

Finally reaching that point, Scar’s balls pulled upwards and his seed began flooding Simba’s throat. The unprepared cub felt the hot and thick fluid rushing over his tongue and directly down into his stomach. It was being filled quickly and he gagged from the taste and force of its expulsion. At the same time his lungs were aching for air. Being desperate, Simba pushed hard with his front paws and he felt the cock being tugged from his windpipe. It was his last-ditch effort to escape. But Scar’s paw took hold of his scruff again, keeping him in place. He was finally allowed to breathe but his uncle continued cumming, releasing thick ropes that painted his face in more and more layers. This went on until Scar sighed in relief. He leaned forwards a bit and his cock rested on Simba’s cum-slathered nose. After a bit his smile of satisfaction turned into another scowl. 

“Now clean it up,” Scar commanded, smacking the back of Simba’s head. The prince felt tears welling up in his eyes as he was forced to clean up the smelly fluids that Scar decorated his face with. He licked up as much as he could from his own face and did the same to the cock when told to. It was still hard and he groaned from the bitter taste of fresh spunk that clung to the lioncock. After that he also had to clean up the cum that had dripped down his uncle’s balls. The whole time Scar was letting out pleasured moans, even rocking his hips a bit against the tongue’s swipes. 

When finished Simba dared to speak. “Please, Uncle Scar. No more…” he began to beg for this to end, still feeling ropes of cum weighing down the fur of his face. 

“Well, I suppose I could…” Scar said, making it seem as if he was agreeing. But out of nowhere he snatched his nephew’s chin, having a claw hold on it. He eased back and they were once again face to face. “Yes. I don’t think there’s anything more I can do with that muzzle of yours. Not unless you want your jaw broken. But then again that would finally bring about some silence, don’t you think?”

Simba didn’t answer, remaining silent as he felt his uncle’s paw caressing his face. “I suppose we can move on to the next phase then.” He lifted Simba by his scruff and the younger lion let out a yowl of pain. It was short lived thankfully but ended with him being dropped onto his back, landing on the rough and hard ground. 

“Hmmm… Yes, I think this will do quite nicely. Since your buffoon of a father won’t allow me the comforts of a lioness, I might as well take the next best thing…” Scar explained. Simba didn’t understand until he felt something poking at his tailhole again. His uncle was standing over him now, having his cocktip aligned with the youth’s unprepared pucker. 

“N-No! Wait, this isn’t what I meant!” Simba cried out. He rolled over and scrambled onto his paws, now determined to get away. But Scar was quick to plant a paw down on Simba’s back, keeping the small lion pinned and unable to escape. Not being phased by this, he lined himself up with Simba’s hole again. 

“I’ll at least give you a warning: Take a deep breath, you’ll feel a little pinch…” Scar said. Just then a sound caught his attention. The sounds of approaching footsteps. The brown lion froze in panic and he turned his head around slowly. If it was someone from the pride, Zazu, or even Mufasa himself, he was as good as dead. Simba was scared for a different reason. His face was painted white, save for his licked muzzle, and he didn’t notice the footsteps. He was just dreading the inevitable penetration. 

“What gives, Scar. You left us waiting!” 

“Yeah, we’ve….” another voice suddenly halted as they saw the scene in front of them. 

Scar let out a very relaxed sigh, realizing that it was just his hyena friends. “You scared me, Banzai…” 

“We can see that,” Shenzi said. Her look of surprise turned into a smirk, seeing the cum being pinned down on his stomach. Banzai rushed ahead of her and Ed, stopping right next to Scar. He leaned down and got a good look at the stuck prince of the Pride Lands. The squirms and whimpers made him laugh and stood up again. 

“Look at him down there. Nothing more than a piece of fuck meat…” Banzai said, having an edge to his voice that made his desires clear. 

“Sorry, Banzai. But this is my ‘message’ for my brother…” Scar said. Banzai was disappointed but backed off. He growled at Simba and walked back to stand alongside Shenzi and Ed. 

“Aw, don’t be sad,” the lion said. And they perked up in hopes of actually joining in on the fun. “I’ll let you leave your signatures for the final message.” He then focused his attention on the pinned cub again. 

“So prepare yourselves,” Scar said, having a lustful edge to his voice. 

The trio of hyenas burst into laughter as they saw the fearful look on Simba’s left. He felt the tip of his uncle cock pressing against him again. Scar’s paw put more weight down and he groaned from the pain. 

“Now, where were we?” Scar asked, looking down at the white-snouted prince. “Oh yes...I remember…” He pressed his hips forwards a bit and Simba cried out from the tip’s slow invasion. 

“I did warn you that it would hurt a little…” 

Simba’s response was another cry out of pain. His eyes were wide and he struggled against the intrusion. Clawing the ground, he tried to get away from the shaft that was slowly forcing its way in. Already he felt like he was being torn apart back there and nothing could stop it. His struggling didn’t work and trying to clench his hole down just made the pain worse. 

Scar just chuckled as he began easing more of his cock inside. More force was put into it but he didn’t slam his inches into the other lion. He continued to slowly feed his inches in and Simba hissed from his tailhole being suddenly spread around the tip. It popped inside and the barbs were scratching on their way in, sinking deeper and deeper inside of him. Scar stretched the tiny virgin passage and his inches began to disappear from view. The licking that Simba gave him left his shaft slick with spit and that helped in penetrating his nephew. 

The hyenas watched as Scar pushed inch after inch inside of Simba and he was clearly enjoying himself. There came a sudden forward lurch of Scar’s hips and nearly all of his inches were shoved in all at once. Simba let out a soundless gasp of pain while Scar continued to softly laugh, taking a moment to just feel his length being caressed by his nephew’s insides. After about a minute the final push came and all of his cock was buried within Simba. 

“Oh, yes…” Scar moaned, feeling all of his inches being hugged by the soft and warm surroundings. 


"Augh...! Stop it!" Simba continued to cry. It was too late; Scar's sack had found rest against Simba's tiny balls. He wasn’t used to the sensation of being filled and his first reaction was to try and push it out, hoping that he could excrete the cock that was violating him. But it didn’t work. All of it stayed plunged into his guts. Scar was amused by Simba’s efforts and when the younger lion gave up he wasted little time and began to take short thrusts into the cub's depths.

Simba was crying now, each push forward into his body forced a reaction out of him. His hind legs were spread apart as far as they could be to ease as much pain as possible. He had no choice but to endure the persisting pain of being rutted. The size and barbs of the shaft repeatedly stung and made his insides ache. He was taking more than someone his size and age was meant to and there was nothing he could do to stop it. 

Scar gained more and more enjoyment from penetrating Simba. The grip around his cock was tight and pulsing spasms added to that. He was finally punishing the annoying brat that came to his cave many times just to pester him. Telling him over and over again about the lessons that Mufasa taught him, constantly reminding him that the right to the throne was stolen from him. His negative emotions fueled his actions and he took his anger out on Simba with each hard thrust. All the while, the little cub saw the tree he previously stood under. He aimed to crawl towards it somehow. 

Scar was ready to ridicule the attempt to flee but instead he decided to increase his pace. Slamming into the deepest part of Simba, Scar’s cock was pulsing and leaking more precum. The warm and slick fluid made the lion cub’s ass feel even better and the lubrication made it even easier for him to rut hard. His balls were slapping against Simba's with each rapid thrust. While Scar basked in the growing pleasure, Simba was being put through more pain from having his insides pounded and his balls smacked relentlessly. As hard as he tried, Scar’s paw kept him from getting any closer to the tree…

Scar was now going full speed into Simba, openly moaning and panting as he humped with full force. The little cub was getting him close to another orgasm. Simba’s hole continued to clench down tight on his cock and more precum only made things easier on his end. Even better than the cub’s mouth was his slick and smooth tailhole. It stayed so perfectly tight despite the pounding it received. A smile was on his face as he neared the point of no return. Finally, he had a means of punishing his brother, and silencing the annoying little cub. 

This time Scar roared when reaching his climax. It was much stronger this time and he made a final slam that buried his cock deep inside. While having his cock far into Simba’s tailhole, Scar began cumming hard once. The strong pulses were accompanied by the thick and strong jets of his strong smelling lion spunk. Just as he did to his nephew’s face, Scar was marking the other lion’s backside. 

Simba's eyes flew wide open, gasping as each gush of uncle's hot cum was shot deep inside. The sensation was so weird, feeling the hard flesh swelling and spewing fluid into him. One spurt was quickly followed by another. Scar let his cock flood the other feline to the point that it was becoming overfilled and bubbled from the rim of Simba’s ass. Scar felt himself inserted and gave Simba all of his second climax. Moaning deeply with satisfaction, he let the pressure off and finally withdrew from Simba's body. This was felt immediately and the hot gush of cum came rushing out of Simba’s ass. He was stretched and the depths of his ass were exposed for the others to see. 

Scar looked over his shoulder to the pent-up hyenas who were blurring their paws away at their own privates. "Alright, you three come here and 'sign' the message so the king can understand who he wronged..." Scar's gaze turned on the cub again. "Take this message to your father when you can walk..." He said while stepping away from the poor cub, letting the hyenas approach.

The hyenas surrounded the cub and when Simba saw them, he just managed to open his muzzle. Right away a black paw slapped him and he went quiet again. Simba was again picked by his scruff, carried  and dropped into a cum puddle that the hyenas made while Scar was fucking him. When they dropped him there, the cum splashed and splattered where Simba landed.

Another paw collided with the cub's head as the hyenas circled him again, two on back and one in front. The one in front, Shenzi, kept her paw on Simba’s head and forced him to lap and drink from the pool of cum he was laying in. The lion did just that; pulling out his tongue and lapping at it, just like drinking water from the watering hole at the valley.

Banzai and Ed, of course, were the last ones laughing like a mad clown. Both were sitting beside the puddle. The two male hyenas stroked their cocks until the both moaned and growled, releasing their pent-up ejaculate on the cub, aiming for the fur that wasn't already covered in white yet. Simba crouched down, still lapping the slimy 'water.’ He finally understood what he was lapping, what he was being soaked with and he felt disgusted. When the hyenas were done, Simba was a completely white lion. All of his golden fur was white and the Outlands’ wind did not help that much either.

Scar and the hyenas marveled at the cum-coated cub one last time before they all turned to walk back towards the gorge’s entrance.