It was late afternoon when Simba scampered away from Pride Rock. That time had come again, when his uncle’s friends would come from the Outlands. He could very well remember his first encounter with Banzai and Ed, whom he had gotten to know much better since then. It had been moons since the first time he assisted Scar with public relations. He had been on the cusp of adolescence then. In the present, Simba was in his late teenage stage of life, his mane finally coming in. It was a symbol of pride for him, and so was his newfound freedom, being able to go further out without his dad or Zazu hovering over him. 

He sighed to himself, it seemed the older he got, the further he and Mufasa drifted apart. His dad was always busy, spending less and less time together until the younger feline just gave up and stopped hoping for some bonding time. Instead, he found that in his dad’s brother, them growing so close that Simba considered himself Scar’s own son, a sentiment that was shared by the dark furred lion. Over time, he had softened up, finding a joy that eluded him in bringing up the future king. Scar taught him well, knowing much about the kingdom’s affairs despite not ruling himself. 

Simba ran up to his uncle’s cavern and stepped inside. He had been looking forward to this for days on end. But upon entering, the younger lion found the lying form of his uncle, accompanied by soft mutters and snores. When much younger, he used to wake Mufasa up by lunging at him. He was much too big for that now, running the risk of hurting Scar. Approaching slowly and quietly, the teen lion chose to use a different method. 

Lying in the perfect position, Scar was lying on his back, hindlegs spread. Even in the low amount of light, his sheath and balls were in clear view, much to Simba’s delight. It had also been some time since he got to see his uncle, having been kept at Pride Rock for an advanced hunting lesson from his mother. 

Easing in, he started out by nuzzling the sheath. The soft fur tickled his nose and the familiar scent of adult male came to him, reminding him of his eagerness. Just as slowly, Simba used his tongue to rouse his uncle from his slumber. He started low, lapping over the smooth furred orbs. A soft groan filled the cavern. Scar’s legs twitched and already his cock was coming into view. Keeping his attention on the balls, Simba got the fur matted and damp with his saliva. 

His attention now on the fully erect cock, he eased in and slipped the tip of it past his lips. Already getting into it, his tail flicked and a small hum came in response to the familiar taste, bringing him a sense of comfort. Scar was twitching under his touch, his sleepy moans becoming louder and more focused. 

The dark lion slowly opened an eye, the pleasure breaching his world of dreams. At first he was confused but looking down, a smile spread across his muzzle. Feeling the rough tongue twirling around his girth, another low groan echoed off the walls of his den. Simba was rather focused in his actions, working in his tongue while bobbing his head up and down. He had gotten leagues better than his first time, both him and a number of hyenas could attest to that. 

There was something that touched him. Looking up, Simba realized that it was his uncle’s paw, placed upon before petting his head, ruffling the half-complete mane. “Naughty boy...” Scar said with a smile. This was his favorite way to be woken up, made even better by seeing Simba again after some time. In truth, he had saved himself for his nephew, feeling the effects of letting his seed build up. “I suppose I should say good morning...” 

Simba lifted his muzzle from the twitching shaft, a rope of pre connecting his lips and the tip. “It's way past noon, Uncle.” He informed. Scar’s eyes went wide a bit but he chuckled. 

“Oh... Well, I should thank you for waking me up.” The dark lion had been up for much later than usual, having planned something special planned for Simba. “Could you be so kind as to fin- Mmph!”

Simba was already back down on his uncle’s cock, sucking it with even more vigor than before. Scar’s moans filled the cavern, much to his satisfaction. He was happy to tend to the lion that actually gave him time and attention, teaching him much of what he knew up to this point. While bobbing his head faster, his tongue licked with more pressure. To round it all out, a paw had moved in to caress the elder lion’s ballsack, feeling how heavy it was. That gave Simba even more reason to take care of the other lion. 

“Ooh... Have you been practicing?” Scar asked, taking notice of the tongue’s motions along his length, unable to recall feeling something like this before. It certainly felt good though, lying back again, he continued moaning and panting, just letting Simba suck him off. The pleasure was steadily rising, evident by the pulsing of his lionhood. 

Feeling it throbbing between his lips, Simba caressed the furry pouch with his digits, having become dexterous with them thanks to Scar’s tutelage. He used that along with dragging his tongue faster and sucking harder... The taste of precum was heavy on his taste buds but he wanted something more...

His wish was soon granted. Scar bucked his hips and snarled as he came hard, finally releasing his pent up load into the soft muzzle. The dark lion continued to moan, riding out his powerful climax, feeling the spurts of seed that pooled over his nephew’s tongue, being tasted and savored before it was swallowed down. 

When it was over, he was still panting hard, giving Simba another rub on the head. His cock was retreating into his sheath as he stood and stretched. This beat being awoken by Mufasa or Zazu by a mile. 

He then saw the excitement on his nephew’s face and chuckled himself. “I suppose we shouldn’t keep them waiting.” Simba raced to his side and the two of them were soon departing towards the border. The younger feline was looking forward to seeing Banzai and Ed again. He wanted to show them his growing talent towards mating with other males. 

But when they arrived at the usual spot, there was no one there. Additionally, Scar wasn’t stopping, walking right past without any concern of his friend’s absence. 

“Wait! Shouldn’t they be here by now?” Simba asked his uncle, the concern in his voice was rather touching but Scar just chuckled. 

“It’s supposed to be a surprise,” Scar said, his voice in a reassuring tone. “But I don’t want you to worry your little head off. Today, we’re going to the Outlands directly. You’re old enough to be taken there.”

“T-the Outlands?!” Simba repeated, his tone a mix of shock and excitement. The home of the hyenas, a barren land with little resources. Scar had told him about the place, what it was really like compared to all the exaggerated descriptions. Simba was curious to see the hyena’s territory himself but was a bit nervous all the same. 

Scar crossed over the border without any hesitation or a second thought. Simba paused before stepping over. It was a simple thing but it meant a lot to him. His dad always talked about how dangerous a place the Outlands was. But Scar’s tales and becoming friends with the hyenas led to him questioning much of what he was told. He kept close to his uncle, scanning the area for danger. 

The dark lion had to admire Simba taking their venture into the land seriously. There was danger in the Outlands, but the route they took was secure, a direct path to the hyena’s territory without crossing into any of the other animal groups’ land. Along the way, the teen lion eased up, realizing that there was no danger around here at least, likely picking up from his uncle’s own calm demeanor. 

“Nearly there yet,” Scar assured. 

“Hey!” Up ahead, there was someone. Simba paused but immediately relaxed upon seeing it was Banzai. The younger lion raced ahead to meet the hyena. 

“I thought that was you, Li’l Scar!” Banzai greeted, clearly happy to see the young lion again. It had been an entire moon since they encountered each other. At first he wasn’t sure what to think about Simba, but now he considered the golden feline as good a friend as Scar. 

“Sorry we’re late,” Scar said when catching up. “I uh... Overslept.” Banzai did look surprised, that wasn’t like his friend at all, usually being so punctual. Either way, he was glad the two of them were here now. He was of course aware of the plan made, it being in the works for some time now. He hid his excitement as he now led Simba towards the cavern. 

“Simba...” Scar began to explain. “I think I should reveal the reason we’re here. Before you know it, you’ll be on the throne. I don’t intend to use or coerce you, but the hyenas are stuck here in the Outlands. With little food and water. Their numbers are stagnant at best. Before the banishment they lived in the Pride Lands alongside us. I believe they have been punished for long enough, but I have no power to help them beyond what I already do; providing myself to keep their anger towards your father at bay and sneaking some food over the border whenever I can.”

The younger feline listened. Some of this he was already aware of but some of this was rather new to him. “As king, you will have the power to lift their banishment. As you can see from Banzai, Ed, and the others you have encountered, the hyenas are the same as they used to be. They’re invasions and attacks are done in desperation to feed themselves. I believe they no longer deserve this punishment.” 

Scar cleared his throat and his tone brightened. “As for now. The hyenas want to show their appreciation, providing an extra body to endure the burden. And at your age I believe you can handle it. Consider this your trial, upon passing you’ll be an honorary hyena. Like myself.”

“You mean you..?” Simba asked, the realization coming over him. 

“Hehe. Yeah, when Scar was about your age... He was really bummed out about not being king and all. Turns out he ran all the way to the Outlands. That when he found us, of course we were all a lot younger then. But one thing led to another, we talked. Got to know each other. He even risked his tail bringing us food. Yada yada... Mufasa’s king and yet Scar’s still risking his tail for us. Heh. And lifting it too. I’m glad you took after him and not Mr. High-and-Mighty.”

“More like Mr. Always-Busy...” Simba muttered. 

“We’ll, let’s just say that we’ve definitely made time for you,” Banzai chuckled, clearly meaning more than he led on. 

Upon reaching the hyena’s land, they also met Ed, who expressed his joy in seeing Simba again. Though he didn’t speak like the rest, Simba was able to understand him well enough in time. The two hyenas led the visiting lions inside. And in the main cavern, there were other hyenas, already gathered and forming a circle that Banzai, Ed, Scar, and Simba stood in the center of. 

“And now for your surprise...” Scar smirked. “We still have a duty to perform but...”

“Consider it your hyena initiation,” Banzai finished. “There’s not much you can use in the Outlands. So we forge bonds with our bodies. Once we do this, it’ll make us lifelong pals. So long as you help us, we’ll be there if you need the numbers, or some intel from the shadows.”

“First things first. Simba, you remain here,” Scar stepped away to the other side of the formed circle. Ed had gone off to join him, leaving the younger lion with Banzai, who looked rather eager as he approached. 

“Ready when you are...”

Simba nodded and assumed the usual position, lying on his belly while lifting his hindquarters. Banzai chuckled in response to the familiar sight. He and Ed went back and forth between the lions, switching upon each visit. Being lucky enough to have Simba on the day of his “coronation,” Banzai was determined to make it special. 

Just looking at the young lion’s presented rump filled him with excitement, boosted by the many eyes that were on him. As agreed, he and Ed got first dibs, being the lions’ closest friends. He saw that Scar and Ed were already together, the dark lion climbing on top of the clearly excited hyena, their moans being heard the moment Scar sat down on Ed’s cock. 

Not to be outdone, Banzai moved in on his friend, easing his muzzle underneath the slightly lifted tail, getting it to stand up fully. With the sift rim fully exposed, the hyena’s tongue ran across his muzzle before doing the same against Simba’s rump, starting at his sack and going up until the rim was rolled right over. 

The licks given were eager yet gentle, repeatedly sliding over the clenching orifice. Already, Simba was voicing his own pleasure, spreading his hindlegs wider. 

“You’ve gotten better,” the golden lion teased. Despite what one would think upon a first glance, Banzai was the rougher of the two. He was usually more eager as well, being one to get to the good stuff as quick as he could. But for the sake of Simba, the gruff yeen paced himself. 

Rolling his eyes in amusement, Banzai shut the younger male up by pushing his tongue inside, cutting Simba’s taunt short with a rather pitched yelp. There was laughter from the onlookers but the pleasure was too great to feel embarrassed for long. That roughness had come back a bit. The lengthy tongue was worming its way inside, grinding along the soft borders, putting a bit of pressure down on as it moved. It was different compared to most, not having a rhythm. Banzai’s impatience was coming back with a vengeance but he still made sure to thoroughly lubricate the filled entrance. 

Small moans were coming from Banzai as well, getting more and more into the rimming. He was licking faster still, enjoying the taste and feeling. His nose touched to the feline’s rump, signifying his entire length of tongue being inside, and Simba’s increased volume was attesting to the added pleasure it brought, further evident by the growing erection that jutted from his sheath. Being not too far from adulthood, Simba’s size was impressive, inheriting his father’s “bigness,” both in body and between his hindlegs. While licking, Banzai caressed the soft and warm ballsack, it being heavy and plump. Reluctantly, he had to thank Mufasa for bringing Simba into the world, having the assets and talent to give and take. 

Pulling his tongue free and panting, Banzai’s lust was full blown, unable to withstand the waiting anymore. He made sure that it was nice and slick inside, enough to take him and the others without issue. His own fully erect length was in view. A rise of excitement came when lifting his body up, mounting the male who had grown larger than him and the other hyenas. The growth spurt came as a surprise, but it made being on top more fun, getting himself settled on a bigger animal. 

With a bit of prodding, Banzai found his mark and pushed inside. The both of them shared a deep moan, the preparation made it easy for the hyena’s length to slip inside. Deep shudders ran through the Outlander, the pleasure already strong from burying his cock deep inside. 

“Mmm...” Banzai groaned. “Gonna make the wait worth it.” 

It was his style to make strong movements. He grunted as he pulled then pushed his hips forward, moaning out from the velvety surfaces that stroked his maleness. Already, he was leaving streaks of his precum along, further lubing and warming the interior. 

Simba was grunting as well, feeling the drags and thrusts back within. He liked the different ways that Ed and Banzai rutted. Ed preferred smooth, rhythmic while the one on top preferred to be more wild, each thrust coming in a different style. The unique sensations caused him to squirm and voice the pleasure that radiated through his body. His shaft was steadily dripping onto the cavern floor, being barely seen under his lowered belly. 

“Going faster...” Banzai huffed, picking up the pace just after making the announcement. It was a surprise that Simba enjoyed, the intensified pressure put on his walls, reaching in deeper, stretching his ass a bit. It all felt so good. His current setting, seeing all these eyes on him. Many of the hyenas that watched him being rutted, he recognized them. Having already done things with them before, he felt no shame in voicing the pleasure he felt, joining his voice with Banzai’s. 

Showing his experience, he gave his friend more pleasure by squeezing his hole in time with each incoming thrust, making it even tighter. And from Banzai’s lower groan and trembles, the lion was clearly doing well. The others were already eager for their turn, showing off their own erections, some pawing themselves to the sight. 

“Ooah... I’m almost there...” Banzai groaned, putting more force into his motions, panting hard from the rise of pleasure. Simba could feel the additional drips and smears of hot precum, the stronger pulses of the shaft that made the hyena’s incoming climax all the clearer. 

Simba continued clenching his hole, making the hold on Banzai’s cock even snugger, milking more pre out of his friend. Growling and holding tight to the lion, Banzai clenched his teeth, shooting his load into the lion’s soft hole. He could feel the big cat purring underneath him, enjoying the rush of heat from being seeded. 

“Damn, kid...” Banzai groaned, pulling himself out and stepping aside. “You really know how to milk me dry...” Clearly spent, he made a way for another hyena to approach, taking his previous place.

Simba recognized the approaching hyena as Mkati. He was friendly enough, contrasting his bulky and aggressive appearance. The eagerness was clear to see, him using his strength to push his way through the crowd, getting to the presenting lion first. That was just the way the Outlanders did things differently, using their brute force to get what they wanted. Though restrained, members of the clan did sometimes butt heads over who got to something they wanted first. 

All the same, Simba met Mkati with an alluring purr, rolling over and spreading his hindlegs, giving an undoubtedly arousing display. “You don’t like to wait, do you?” he playfully teased. 

The hyena shook his head while smiling. “Especially not on today of all days.” Mkati was the one to get himself into position, lying on his own back and spreading his hindlegs, showing off the rather impressive cock he had. Being one of the bigger hyena’s on the clan, his endowment had matched that scale as well, pulsing and drooling a thick string of pre onto his belly. Simba could only guess that he had been biding his time, not even touching himself unlike the others, no doubt in a near desperate state. 

There was a certain position that Mkati favored over the others and he now waited for the lion to join him. Chuckling and rising to his paws, he padded over the lying hyena and climbed on top. He made sure not to put too much weight down, being bigger and heavier than he was before. The standing erection was sat on and slipped inside of him, causing the both of them to moan out. Having his front paws stretched out and planted firmly on the cavern floor, Simba’s lower half was already bouncing up and down, riding the length of hyena cock. Mkati’s moans continued as he reached his own paws up to wrap around Simba’s upper half. 

“Aah! Good to know that it's still tight!” 

Feeling a rush of pride along the pleasure, the young lion kept a steady pace. Rocking his lower half to take all down to the base, keeping just the tip inside when pulling back up, repeating the process. This is what Mkati liked the most, being underneath someone while also penetrating. Alongside the sensations of a still snug passage sliding up and down his dick, he gained a further sexual thrill from the weight that pressed down on him a bit. Hearing the huffs and purrs that came from a big cat. With Simba around, more of the clan were able to be pleasured at once and many were fully introduced to how fun it could be to fuck a lion. 

“Faster…” Mkati groaned. Those feelings were already rising; from how wet and warm it already was. A product of his arousal, strings of his own precum added the all natural lubrication that allowed Simba to ride him so well, taking all of his cock without faltering, keeping the pleasure consistent the whole way through. Shudders ran through him, causing his paws to hold tighter to the feline. 

“Right.” As soon as those words were said, Mkati tilted his head out and let out a long winded groan, the pleasure only intensifying. The speed increase was just right as well but then came the unexpected addition of squeezes, these weren’t paced like his bounces, coming at random times to purposely tease him. And it was working…

While working his lower half, Simba noticed that another hyena had been gradually inching closer. His name was Poro. Though the Outlands was a place that required force to get things done, the smaller hyena was a more quiet and reserved type. Usually, he was one of the last to be serviced when going out with others to see the lions. But he seemed to gather some courage, either encouraged by his own lust or this day in particular being special. 

Whatever the case, Simba acknowledged him with a direct gaze and nod. “There’s room for another,” he encouraged, lowering his head and presenting his broad tongue. Poro perked up before coming in quickly. Even with Mkati underneath him, there was enough room to bend his head down, allowing Poro to mount him from the front. He felt the paws resting on his shoulders and the throbbing shaft smearing fluids against his lips. 

Soon both Mkati and Poro were voicing their pleasure. Though both inserting themselves into the lion, most of the control was in Simba’s favor, impressively moving his hindquarters without pause, all while bobbing his head up and down, having his lips pressed and his tongue twirling around another hard cock. He caught Poro up to speed, working his lips and tongue in tandem while gliding up and down. Moons ago, he could only take them up to a certain point, but after some tips from his uncle and general experience, Simba was able to take their shafts into his throat with ease, giving the length of cock inside firm squeezes in addition to the sucks and licks. 

It was a rare thing to hear Poro so loud but the pleasure was much too great for him to keep quiet. Mkati chuckled but chose not to say anything, letting his clanmate have his fun as well. From the pulses and the tingling from his balls, the bigger hyena was aware that he was close. Sure, Simba had done most of the work, but that didn’t mean that he had no leverage himself…

Simba grunted and sighed deeply around the cock in his mouth, his bounces behind joined by thrusts coming in from the opposite direction, keeping him with his own motions, reaching in deeper than usual. He couldn’t stop himself from purring and the vibrations worked out to increase the sensations for Poro. Despite adding himself midway through, the smaller hyena groaned and growled, making short humps that ground over the textured tongue, shooting lines of his cum inside of the warm maw, panting hard and shaking from the bliss as well.

“Grr! Gonna blow!” Mkati groaned soon after. Simba made a prediction and guessed right, keeping his ass pressed down just as the hyena stopped thrusting, hilting every inch inside. Again, a rush of warmth started from deep within, pumping his hole with more hyena cum. While winding down from all the moving of his lower half, the golden feline simply enjoyed the second round of filling, still drinking down a mouthful of Poro’s seed, having the length slip free from his now messy lips. 

He eased off of Mkati, wearing a smile of satisfaction himself, being glad to help out his friends. Their gentleness was also appreciated, knowing that they could have been much rougher with him. His own thanks was shown in the form of putting much effort into his actions, giving all the pleasure that he could. 

The two hyenas returned to the circle, being replaced by two more, a pair of twins by the names of Juu and Chini. The only difference in their appearances were eye color. They had the more lithe forms befitting their roles as hunters. Of course there wasn’t much to find in the Outlands, but in the off chance that they found prey, them and the other hunters were more than determined to take it down and bring it back. 

The duo stalked towards the lion, much to his curiosity. Simba had seen them often enough but hadn’t really got to know either of them. The two of them seemed to prefer mating with Scar. But as he was busy pleasuring some other hyenas at the time. Therefore, the golden feline had no prior knowledge of what the pair of siblings enjoyed. 

“You’re looking a bit worn out,” Chini observed, looking the feline over. 

“Lucky that we’re in the mood for something else…” Juu added. 

Simba watched with curiosity, the twins approached each other, with Juu lying down on the ground, his legs sticking in the air just as his brother approached, laying his own body on top. Looking back at the lion, Chini and Juu were holding each other close belly to belly, presenting both of their holes. 

“Have at it,” Juu encouraged. 

“Have at us,” Chini clarified. 

The lion perked up, being given this new form of mating. But it certainly interested him. He walked up to the pair of hyenas, mounting Chini, being careful to not put too much weight down just like before. This was something he hadn’t even considered before. But when performing this duty, he was sometimes given the chance to be the one mounted rather than being mounted himself. 

Starting off, he eased his wet cock into Juu’s hole, hearing the hyena on the very bottom moaning from the penetration and stretching of his anus, enjoying the feeling of the impressive lionhood. All the precum that had leaked from his tip aided him in sliding far into the soft lining, being squeezed down from all sides. He made a soft groan, being versed in both giving and receiving pleasure. Being aware of his size, Simba started off with slow motions, rocking his hips. 

Juu continued to moan, feeling it moving underneath his tail, keeping his rim spread around the rigid flesh. Being used to Scar being the one to penetrate him, he wasn’t expecting the added girth and length from the golden lion, being certainly well endowed. A trade off was them taking more time to adjust. Usually it happened quicker. But once he was properly stretched out, Juu finally felt the maleness rolling, getting him to moan out. 

His brother chuckled, knowing that his sibling was enjoying himself. He was willing to wait and pleasured himself by grinding his cock against his brothers. That was how they kept each other involved the entire time. In time, Simba pulled out of Juu and Chini felt his own hole being prodded. It was slowly expanding around the shaft. He was moaning out as well, now understanding why his brother reacted in that way. Being thoroughly filled, he felt both the rutting of his hole and the other length rubbing against his own. From his turn being humped, Juu had produced precum that was being smeared between them, wetting and slicking their dicks, allowing them to frot all the easier. 

Scar kept an eye on his nephew, currently watching him going back and forth between hyena holes. He was lying on his belly, servicing two hyenas at the same time, a rather bulky one and his son. The hyena cub was at the age of mating and Scar kept his tail lifted, letting the younger male experience rutting for the first time, doing well by watching his father thrusting into the lion’s muzzle. Being glad that Simba was doing well, Scar put his focus back into servicing the father and son duo. 

Simba was working faster, his own pleasure building. He gave firm ruts to one hole then shoved his cock into the other, doing the same. Both siblings were given equal attention and there was no need for him to worry about leaving one of them out. The moans of both Chini and Juu were getting louder. There was a mess of their pre between their cocks, oozing onto their bellies and each other’s length. Embracing and looking at each other, the twins began to rub themselves faster and with more pressure, working to get each other closer, being aided by Simba as well. 

Groaning through clenched teeth, the lion humping them was reaching his limit. He still went back and forth until he couldn’t take anymore, pulling out of Juu, his cum spurting onto both of their rumps, streaking their clearly used holes in strings of his lion cum. The brothers worked together to get each off, groaning and howling as they came hard against each other, making their bodies even messier with gushes of their loads, painting their bellies and lower chests. 

From then on, Simba continued with his task. He was being presented with more hyenas than usual thanks to being in their own home. Sometimes he was being rutted and other times he was the one doing the rutting, all in the name of not only keeping the lion’s end of the deal but as his initiation. When being bred, the hyenas gave him much more care than usual, encouraging the young lion and making it clear how much they appreciated his efforts. 

The golden lion continued until he could hardly hold himself up anymore. He wasn’t pushed any further. Rather the last few clan members gathered and stroked themselves off over the lion’s body marking him in countless ropes of hyena seed, being the last act and a symbol of Simba becoming a hyena in their eyes, certainly carrying the scent of one at this point. They then cleaned up their mess, using their soft tongues to lick at him, doing so sensually and playfully as well. Three hyenas returned the favor; a pair were licking at either side of his cock while a third was rimming his well bred hole, cleaning away the excess of seed that steadily leaked out. 

When it was all said and done, Simba and Scar were escorted to a chamber reserved for the rare guest visits. The both of them were still panting, their fur ruffled and messy with seed that the hyenas licking them had missed. But the dark lion was very pleased with his nephew. 

“You are a hyena in their eyes now. One of their own. As long as you do right by them, they will do the same.” Simba nodded, wearing a smile of pride. He was rather tired but in the end he endured. 

“Thanks for bringing me here, Dad…” the teen lion sighed, leaning against his uncle. 

“It was no trouble. All of this was for you. You’re going to grow up into a great lion. I’m very proud of you son…” Scar admitted, returning the embrace. The two of them decided to rest via a nap before returning to the Pride Lands.