Mufasa had no choice but to hold his tongue. He lost the contest and had also given Simba free reign to request whatever he wanted... “What do you think, Uncle Scar?” the golden prince asked. The two of them whispered back and forth until they came up with three terms. “First. I want my dad to step down as king,” Simba declared. “What?!” Mufasa roared. Rafiki glared and waved his staff in warning. “I… Y-you can’t lead. You’re not of age yet.” Mufasa tried to appeal to reason, using the old laws to get his way. And the king did have a point, Simba wasn’t of age quite yet. But that was an issue he and Scar had accounted for. “True. But records state a young lion can rule as long as he has an older lion rule alongside him until he is properly ready,” Scar recounted. The details were few but it was indeed a documented event and things seemed to go just fine. “And I appoint my Uncle Scar to lead beside me.” Simba nodded. “But that would mean!” Zazu squawked. “Yes, I’m afraid that I would be your replacement,” the dark lion feigned remorse. For many years the hornbill had been a source of torment for the dark lion. It felt oh so good to replace him entirely. Now the king and his majordamo were seething. “And the second term?” Rafiki asked. The king gulped, realizing they were just getting started. “Well, since the lionesses all say that Dad is so bad at mating. I think he should be put on community service,” Simba suggested. Scar further explained that the king would be put in a role of “managing public relations”, being a surefire way for him to learn. It was the dark lion’s idea, having suggested the same thing to Mufasa years ago, which he had dismissed and so he had to do it all on his own. The term ‘public relations’ sunk in for the king and he realized that meant giving his body to the hyenas. He gulped and looked at Banzai and Ed, the hyenas were already eyeing him like a piece of meat. No doubt the pair and the other hyenas would make it very clear how they felt about the king that kept them banished. The third term added onto the second, officially stripping Mufasa of his royal status. It was clear that he needed to live as a commoner. He was too focused on inconsequential things like keeping his “legacy” going that he had been starting to neglect the needs of the kingdom. He would need to come down from his high position and experience life from the perspective of someone not burdened with such prestige. Mufasa was in no position to deny, having agreed to whatever his son had suggested. He of course protested but Rafiki made it happen, using his power as shaman to give Simba his independence. The title of king was passed down to him, being “king-in-waiting.” Scar would rule at his side, assuring the young lion’s leadership. The golden king was stripped of not only his title of king, but all royal affiliations, making him an official commoner in no position to protest the new king and his newly appointed majordomo’s rule. To solidify this, atop Pride Rock, Simba moved to show his dominance over his father. It was a cathartic moment for him. Mufasa realized what was about to happen and attempted to slip away. But he was stopped by Scar. With his son just behind him, the elder golden lion attempted to push his brother aside. But the dark lion saw that coming and used his sibling’s weight against him, tripping Mufasa before pinning him down by lying his full weight on top. Unable to get away, Mufasa braced himself, expecting the younger lion to roughly jam his length inside. He closed his eyes upon feeling something touching his hole. Rather than a hard jab, there was a soft sweep over his untouched hole. For a moment, the king was sure his son had missed. But he realized the only weight on him was Scar. The licks continued, one soft lap after another that sent waves of unique feelings through him. The former king held back the noises that rose from his tailhole being prepared by a warm tongue. Mufasa had never felt anything like this before, denying any enjoyment despite the sounds he made. Both Simba and Scar shared a chuckle, finding much amusement in the pinned lion clearly trying to resist the pleasure. The licking continued until the former king’s tailhole was fully prepared. The hole itself was a bit stretched and the soft flesh was lubed with his saliva. Just watching it winking softly was enough to rouse Simba’s own excitement. As he began to climb over the bigger male, Scar moved aside to give him room, keeping some weight down on Mufasa until Simba was fully on top. He remained close in case Mufasa tried anything. With his full body on top, the new king was just big enough to hold the elder lion down himself. Mufasa again expected sudden penetration, but Simba just pressed his tip to the wet hole. He waited as Rafiki approached. The shaman recited some ancient words, signifying the official passing of the crown. “As per tradition, the mounting of the former king signifies the submission of the old rule to the new.” Rafiki stated. When he was done a signal was given, allowing Simba to proceed. The younger feline pushed then himself inside, the father and son sharing a groan. Mufasa had forgotten to brace himself. All at once, he felt the full stretching and filling of his hole all at once. The new king took a moment to enjoy the softness that surrounded him. Just a moment later, he proceeded to pound his cock into the virgin tailhole. Before then, his father never listened to him. But now Mufasa was in a position in which Simba couldn’t be ignored. All of those frustrations were put into the mounting feline’s actions. Scar watched. This was indeed Mufasa’s first time being on the receiving end. When his time as king came, he was the one on top of Ahadi. The dark lion never had the strength to make a challenge for the throne, but he always wished he could take his brother down a peg. And now that day has finally come. Being completely inexperienced, Mufasa squirmed and panted hard from his ass being roughly rutted. “I’m the new king,” Simba stated in between grunts. “And I’ll make sure to be a better one than you.” Simba knew all the lofty goals that his father by blood had chased was as unimportant and vapid as the drifting clouds in the sky. Scar taught him all about ruling and what was really important, doing what Mufasa outright refused to do. “And I’ll rule alongside Scar who is my true father, for bonds are far more important than blood!” Simba proclaimed, making the bigger lion gasp. Right after, the former king’s prostate was struck with force, causing him to cry out in response. Mufasa’s voice spilled out for all the lionesses and onlookers to see. It was a sudden coronation, not having the time to invite everyone. But word spread fast, causing more and more to gather, witnessing the coming about of the next king. Now, Mufasa was unable to control himself. Simba was fucking him harder, pumping his shaft deeper, touching spots that the mounted lion was completely unaware of. Those forced him to keep moaning for others to hear. Simba humped his dad roughly but didn’t intend to actually harm him. He would show his superiority when it came to mating. He continued to strike the older lion’s sweet spots. Much to Mufasa’s humiliation, his cock slid from its sheath, already pulsing and leaking. Each deep push under his tail made the pleasure rise within him. The younger male didn’t let up and about a minute later, Mufasa felt the steady approach of his climax. “Please!” the elder lion groaned, dragging his claws across the stone floor. He firmly believed that males mating together was unnatural. But now he was very close to being brought to release in such a fashion. Try as he might to hold back, a few more hard pumps from his son caused Mufasa to roar out, shooting strings of seed onto the stone and his own belly fur. Having accomplished his goal, Simba roared as well, pumping a load into his no-longer-dad’s tailhole, solidifying his rise as the new king. Mufasa was thankful that the crowd that had witnessed his humiliation hadn’t gotten very big, but his son and brother weren't done just yet. Simba pulled and stepped to the side, saying something to Scar in a quiet tone. “You want [i]me [/i]to…?” The former king heard his brother ask, his tone being one as surprise. Following was what sounded like confirmation from Simba. “You have some frustration to let out on him too right? And…your position does require you to make it clear that you are my caretaker and equal…” Scar chuckled and lifted his weight from Mufasa’s shoulders. Between their conservation as the sound of steps behind him, it wasn’t hard to figure what was about to happen… [i]Oh ancestors no…[/i] Being roughly bred by his son in public was one thing… But he was not going to let his brother use his body too. But before he could try to avoid this fate Scar had him pinned, already prodded his sore tailhole. “I am Simba’s majordomo and retainer until [i]my son [/i]is fully of age to carry the role on his own.” Mufasa groaned as he was penetrated again, Simba’s load thankfully acted as lubrication because Scar didn’t go easy on him, railing him hard. Despite the hard pounding into his depths, Mufasa attempted to throw Scar off of him. But the dark lion acted quickly, battering Mufasa’s pressure points, making his body collapse right in front of the now huge crowd. Being unable to get away, the pinned lion could only moan humiliatingly. Zazu watched as Simba approached Scar, who was shallowly pumping into Mufasa. The new king began licking his uncle’s balls, drawing his tongue over the soft orbs. Reaching higher, the licking was done on the rim. After wetting the entrance, Simba pushed inside of the dark lion to show how he was submissive to his uncle in role and that they would work together. His uncle moaned deeper from the tongue sinking into his tailhole. The pleasure was joined by the satisfaction of finally being the one on top of his brother. He made the position clear by increasing both the speed and power, grunting as he shoved his as far as it could reach. Simba had held back when mounting his father, but Scar did have a lot more frustration to get out, rutting his brother with full force and speed, forcing more yowls and moans out of the arrogant former king. Between the still tight tailhole wrapped around his shaft and Simba teasing him from behind, the dark lion was basking in the abundant stimulation he felt. Those watching closely could see the mounted lion’s cock throbbing and leaking just like before. Again, control of his voice was lost. Pleasure coursed through him with each hard rut. It was getting stronger and stronger… Mufasa tried, struggling under his sibling. Scar snickered and gave a calculated strike to the prostate, putting all his weight down on the spot. The no-longer-king once more unwillingly climaxed humiliatingly and this time it was in front of the now huge crowd. If that wasn’t bad enough, there came another roar and the feeling of his brother’s warm seed joining Simba’s made him moan out loud, solidifying his total humiliation in front of all of pridelands. “Hope you liked that brother…you will be doing a lot more of that in the future.” Scar ominously chuckled. Scar stepped aside and Mufasa’s eyes went wide as Banzai and Ed approached… “We will be taking him now if you don’t mind…” --- As per his new role, Scar sent Mufasa directly to the Outlands, being escorted by Banzai and Ed. They had a cavern ready for him there. Day in and day out, the former king was mounted and stuffed by the countless hyenas. His ass was well used by males clamoring to get a chance with their new toy. The taste of Outlander seed became very familiar to him. Mufasa was starting to learn, being instructed on what to do by some of the bigger hyenas. Being broken in time and time again had made the previously untouchable lion more agreeable. He grew to accept some of the pleasure he felt, but was still not willing to admit his enjoyment from being used in such a way. The main source of humiliation came from Banzai and Ed, they used him the roughest, not only to get back at him but as payback for the neglect towards Scar as well. They knew just what to do to make him moan and cry out, his voice echoing through the caverns, being heard by the other hyenas. It was the last day of Mufasa’s stay in the Outlands. Banzai and Ed were determined to give as much as they could, having the lion all to themselves in a private chamber. How many rounds had it been? Mufasa lost count after four. He thought lions were the only ones capable of lasting through multiple rounds, but the lion was once again proved wrong… “Swallow it all!” Banzai snarled, shooting thick ropes of his cum down the gulping lion’s throat. Mufasa was a far cry from his days as king. His pelt was permanently messy, smelling heavily of hyena. Even if he was allowed outside, there would be no watering hole big enough to properly clean him. While taking the load into his stomach, the lion’s body was being rocked back and forth. On the other end was Ed, slamming his cock in with full force. Each pound forced a groan and snarl from Mufasa. They both used his holes roughly. After so many rounds, his tailhole was well used and put up no resistance against another shaft sliding in. The second hyena was clinging to his lower half, digging his claws in, humping harder than Simba or Scar had. Mufasa could do nothing but endure until the other hyena sighed deeply, shooting a fat load of hyena cum into the lionhole. Just as they finished, a guest came to visit, being Scar himself. For once, Mufasa was relieved to see his sibling. The dark lion’s presence gave him a short break to collect himself. “So, how did it go?” Banzai asked, hoping to hear some good news. Scar took it upon himself to lift the hyena’s banishment. He started just as Mufasa first arrived in the Outlands, it being an entire month since then. As always, the hyenas believed in their old friend, but were starting to worry that their banishment was permanent. “It was quite the ordeal…” the dark lion groaned. He sat down and made himself comfortable, watching as his friends went a second round on his brother, Scar told them how needlessly complicated the process of lifting their ban was. “Almost as if it was made to frustrate us to the point of giving up. Either way, the matter’s been sorted. As of today, you are no longer Outlanders.” He apologized for the long wait. Clearing the hyena’s sentence was just one half of the process, the other half was clearing out their old territory. The animals that lived there had to be relocated, the whole ordeal was more complex and time-consuming than expected. But in the end it was all worth it; his friends were free to return to the Pride Lands. Winding down from the stress of it all, Scar watched his brother being used. He even began to stroke himself to the sight. He was pleased with their work. They had clearly broken his brother in. Mufasa no longer resisted the advance of another male. From the look on his face, the golden lion hadn’t fully gotten over his view of same sex pairings, but most of the work had been done. He purred as the pleasure rose within himself. Banzai was thrusting deep into the tightness of Mufasa’s throat. And Ed was doing the same from the other end, making their final round with the lion worthwhile. “Aww, Scar. You always go the extra mile for us,” Banzai panted, humping the golden lion’s muzzle with more force and speed. “I don't know how we're gonna pay you back this time.” He then groaned from the rising pleasure, being close to his limits. “We can discuss that later,” Scar chuckled. Banzai nodded and put his focus into finishing. With a few more deep pumps into the snug passage, the hyena snarled and came again. Mufasa groaned and gulped audibly. “For now, spread the word. Your true home is waiting for you.” Ed gave his own thanks, pausing to rut hard, sinking his cock in a final time as overfilled Mufasa’s tailhole. Being stuffed and filled from both ends, the feline’s cock had been pulsing and leaking relentlessly. Whether from his brother watching or the steady pressure on his prostate, something about the final round forced a shameful climax out of Mufasa, making his pelt even messier with seed. He panted hard around Banzai’s shaft, looking over to see Scar groan, shuddering as he blew his load onto his paw. “I trust you took good care of him?” the dark lion asked. He licked the mess from his paw while the hyenas dismounted from his brother. An entire month had gone by. Mufasa’s sentence was far from over, but he was looking forward to having his own fun with the former king. With the hyena’s being Pridelanders once more, he was no longer working public relations, rather he was now a “stress reliever” of sorts. With them sharing the same land now, the hyenas found themselves indebted to both Scar and Simba. For the time being, they had no resources to spare, even in their new home. Prey were reluctant to enter the hyena’s territory, along with many other Pridelanders. Naturally, the pair of kings provided them with food until things calmed down, making them even more hard pressed to pay them back. --- When finally settled, the hyenas had a talk and came up with a long-term solution to pay the pair back. Ed and Banzai approached Simba and Scar with their offer. “I assure you that you don’t have to repay us Banzai.” Scar said. “That’s not how it works and you know it…not this kind of debt, we need to do [i]something[/i] in return and we came to an agreement all of us…if either of you ever need it we will gladly lift our tails for you anytime.” Both the new king and his older caretaker were surprised by the offer, they basically were offering to do the same that Scar had done for them for so long. “[i]Anytime?”[/i] Scar asked poignantly and the pair both nodded “Anytime!” Banzai smirked and then blushed as Scar began drawing circles in the air with a finger with a very sly expression. The hyena definitely didn’t expect the lion to take them up on the offer so soon, but being a hyena of his word, Banzai turned around and lifted his tail for the lion that did so much for him and the others. “I didn’t expect us to inaugurate our new arrangement like this, but it is surely one heck of a way to do it.” Banzai chuckled. “How about it Ed? Like to show me how good you are riding?” Simba asked as he got on his back and the hyena readily took the other role of his new favorite position. They had to admit it was a bit odd for their longstanding roles to be reversed like this. But Scar quickly adjusted, getting behind his lifelong friend. Even if it was to repay a debt, there was no reason the hyena couldn’t have any fun as well. He started out with some gentle licks under the raised tail. Banzai gasped but then began to groan, instantly melting under the touches to his rim. At about the same time, Simba was lying back while Ed stepped over, nuzzling over the young king’s sheath. When the tip poked out, he treated it to some licks of his own, them being more rough and sloppier compared to Scar’s, but the golden lion purred from the touch all the same. He liked the different ways their species did things, it kept their sexual encounters unique and exciting. Once his shaft was fully erect, Ed gave the entire thing attention with his tongue, twirling it around as he suckled on the tip, having become quite inspired from watching Subira. “M-maybe I can get used to this…” Banzai moaned. A paw was on his hindquarters as Scar licked deep inside of him, savoring the taste and feeling against his tongue. The rough texture brought some unique sensations, especially when touching certain spots inside of him. He jumped when it reached his prostate, gently grazing over with those teasing spines. Banzai was about to add some snide comment when Scar’s other paw reached around and rubbed his emerged erection and all that came out of his mouth was pleasured slurred muttering. Ed looked up from Simba’s cock and muttered something that had the young king chuckle “Yeah, that did kinda sound like how you talk.” With a final few suckles Ed got up and into position and lowered his hindquarters down on Simba’s length which entered easily due to the oral foreplay. The young king laid back and enjoyed the ride, the hyena definitely knew how to work this position even in the active role. Indeed, Ed worked his lower half, bouncing it up and down the lion’s cock, the two of them sharing moans of pleasure. Scar and Banzai were equally sharing pleasure as the lion had mounted the hyena and was skillfully stimulating Banzai’s weak spots and his prostate. “Fuuuuuuuck…If I had known it would be this good on the other end I would have had you do this a lot sooner…” he felt like an idiot for just assuming that being the one mounting would feel the best. Don’t get him wrong it felt good, but this was a different kind of good he didn’t mind feeling more of. Thanks to the deep rimming, Scar’s cock sailed smoothly inside, repeatedly teasing his sweet spots. Now he was certain that the lion was doing this all on purpose, wanting to hear him moan and yelp. Simba’s moans were spilling out. His paws wrapped around Ed, the hyena picked up the pace, groaning himself as he lifted and raised his body, enjoying the repeated filling of his hole. Though he was known to be on the receiving end sometimes, the pleasure that came from riding was something that he grew to love, the mix of being penetrated while still being in control. He muttered to the king, and Simba began to move his own hips in time with his own, every bounce and buck pushed the cock even deeper inside of him. Not to be outdone by then, Scar also increased the pace of his ruts, holding Banzai tighter as he ground his cock vigorously against the spots that caused the hyena to clench and squeeze down on him, milking ropes of pre that made the hole even slicker and warmer. “Ah! Okay, okay…” Banzai had tried to hold back, but he surrendered to the pleasure. “Rut me hard, then! Fuck me like the king you are!” Taking that as a challenge, Scar put more weight down and more force into his incoming humps, making the hyena moan out. His untouched shaft was throbbing hard and squirting precum onto the ground. Scar’s growls reverberated in his ears, sending tingles down his spine. Banzai fully embraced the role of being used. He knew that it wasn’t quite right, with Scar putting focus more on his own pleasure. Banzai had been prepared to lift his tail to pay back the debt, but now he realized that it could be so much more than that, their lion friends weren’t selfish and made sure it felt really good for them too. Close by Ed and Simba were raising their voices as well, the hyena rocking his headquarters, slamming down on the lion’s cock. While it was fully inside, he gave firm clenches of his ass to further tease Simba. The young king groaned and spilled precum inside of the warm passage, much to Ed’s delight. He went even faster, using his front paws to keep his body balanced. “Great kings!” Simba yelled. He was unable to keep up with Ed’s pace, feeling his cock being rapidly stroked and milked by soft walls, each bounce coming one after the other without letup. At the same time, Scar was pounding his cock into Banzai’s ass, his hips being nearly a blur as he drilled his shaft within the clenching passage. “F-fuck! I’m cumming!” It was happening just before Banzai realized. Another hard press to his prostate caused his cock to pulse hard, shooting ropes of his cum onto the ground. Scar chuckled, keeping him held close. “Do you understand now? It just wouldn’t be fair for one party to get all the pleasure. Speaking of which…” Scar shallowly humped his buried cock in a few more times, growling as he hilted, shooting his own climax into the fully bred hole. Banzai whimpered and melted from the feeling of warmth radiating through him. Something about being filled felt so oddly satisfying. While working his hindquarters, Ed’s untouched cock jerked and throbbed. The repeated touching of his sweet spots finally did him in. He groaned as he shot ropes of his seed onto the young king’s belly. Simba continued holding him tight. Still unable to match the hyena’s set pace, Simba rutted with all the speed and force he had, roaring as he finally came deep inside of Ed’s hole, spilling his load all over the still moving and clenching walls. He was milked for every rope his balls could give, leaving him panting and squirming from the overwhelming bliss. “Are you willing to make this deal official?” Scar asked Banzai, still mounted and inside of him. “Oh definitely…” the hyena panted, even the more reluctant hyenas would definitely not complain if they got a bout of intense sex like this. Ed had to agree, still basking in his afterglow, he was still lying on top of Simba, planting some licks to his muzzle. The king chuckled, being in full support of the new deal as well, Thus it was truly made official. --- When the hyenas were off with their own affairs, Simba and Mufasa still had the company of the lionesses, but more specifically, they had Mufasa ready to perform some community service. Fixing the kingdom’s issues was hard work and the pair rewarded themselves by calling Mufasa from the caverns, the bath and rest Mufasa had taken made him look a lot more prim and regal than when Scar had seen him with the hyenas. “Yes, your highnesses?” Mufasa asked. Even if there was contempt for the brother and son who gave him this role, he certainly didn’t show it, keeping his tone soft and polite. The time the former king had spent with the hyena had taught him a lot, least of all that he didn’t have the position to just run his mouth and not expect others to not retaliate to his rude words. Having decided ahead of time, the kings instructed the Stress Reliever on what position to take. Scar lay on his back with legs spread. His brother dipped his head down to nuzzle and lick at the sheath on command without protest. Coming from behind, Simba approached the older lion’s already raised hindquarters. Getting in close, the younger lion pressed his muzzle underneath Mufasa’s tail, starting out with an abundance of licks to stretch and lube the tight entrance, at his request Rafiki had made a poultice for the former king to regain and retain his blissfully snug tailhole. After so long in this role, the former king no longer held back his moans, fully embracing the pleasure he felt. Progress was going well. In time, more rights were given back to former royal. He was back at Pride Rock, and was allowed to mate with the lionesses as well, but only if they approached him. Although he showed signs of improvement, they were reluctant to do so, especially when they had the options of Simba, Scar, and even the hyenas that were visiting from time to time. The two males could at least attest to the changes. Scar was already sighing in delight from the gentle licks of his cock. “You have gotten much better. The hyena’s taught you a lot.” A shudder ran through his brother, not wanting to recall the endless males that were on him, one round of servicing after the other… He was snapped from his thoughts by a spank to his backside. Simba was making small hums from the taste of his blood-father’s hole. It wasn’t nearly as tight as it used to be, but in time and with regular intake of the shaman’s potion they and anyone else that wanted to use him would be able to enjoy his tailhole at virgin tightness, which was sure to be an unique and incredible experience. The muffled moans from Mufasa were getting deeper in time with Simba’s tongue working harder, grinding along the soft walls, purposely swiping at the sensitive walls. The moans and purrs that Mufasa made sent subtle vibrations through Scar’s shaft. His paw was placed atop the king’s head, pushing it further down to take more of his length. “Now suck on it.” A grunt came from the lips wrapping around. The licks continued as Mufasa’s head moved up and down, being guided by the paw gripping his mane. Simba pulled back, leaving the hole fully prepped and ready for more. It was even easier for him to mount the elder feline, having reached his full size and grown his mane in as well. He was just short of being a proper ruling age. All the same, he had already garnered much favor from the Pridelanders, making great changes in the right direction, being guided by his uncle. His cock pressed to the soft entrance and he pushed inside. Grunting and holding tight, Simba was eager to start humping. He just couldn’t help but be rougher than usual towards Mufasa. His hips bumped against the elder feline’s hindquarters, using enough force to move the former king’s body, rocking him back and forth. Mufasa’s moans were getting deeper and it was joined by grunts in time with every forward push. The king’s cock reached far inside with each round, taking as much as he could. Mufasa’s cock was exposed and leaking heavily. He felt the repeated smack of his no-longer-official son’s balls against his own, adding to the sensations back there. His focus was juggled between the two other lions, between his tailhole being rutted and his head being tugged up and down. Focusing on the task at hand, the feline in between licked and sucked with more vigor on his brother’s cock. Meanwhile, he was clenching his hole around Simba’s cock, putting more pressure on the sliding length. “Mmm… I’m getting close…” Simba groaned, giving rapid shallow thrusts. He held tighter and tilted his head back as he came, unloading both his stress and seed out into the soft tailhole, breeding it fully. The frequent pumps and sensation of being filled was enough to make the bred lion cum as well. But there wasn’t much time to enjoy it, not far behind, Scar pushed his brother’s head down and kept it there as he huffed and shuddered, giving Mufasa a mouthful of cum to swallow down. The two of them soon settled down, leaving Mufasa to clean himself up with his tongue. “Did you enjoy yourself?” Scar asked. Mufasa nodded, hoping he would be rewarded. “Good. Enjoy today however you wish, you’ll be sent to the hyenas tomorrow. You’re to perform your duty for a week there,” Scar noticed the look of dread on his brother’s face and chuckled. “It’s not that bad. After all, it’s not that far a journey anymore. And I also heard they have a nice cavern to keep you in.” Mufasa was excused to spend his time however he pleased before for his journey the following day. That left Simba and Scar to wind down. The sun had set and the day’s events had caught up to them. Cuddling close, the pair of kings got themselves comfortable. Scar held onto his nephew, being grateful for the chance to live to his full potential. He and Simba had gained full support of the Pridelanders, the hyenas were free, and things were going very well… Simba had fallen asleep. He would be of age to rule on his own soon. But Scar wasn’t worried about that. From the lessons the young king had been taught, to the decisions that Simba made on his own, there was no doubt that he would grow up to be a fine king, he could retire comfortably when that time came knowing that to just enjoy himself and give his son the occasional advice after giving up so much of his prime to work in “public relations.” — On his own Mufasa really wished he could hate his son and brother more than he did, but he just couldn’t. His narrow world-view had been shattered and he had gained so much perspective from his time as a commoner already. He understood and while he couldn’t admit it to others yet, he could at least admit to himself that he had had this coming for quite some time and he really only had himself and his arrogance to blame. If he had but acknowledged his fault back when his son had confronted him then his punishment wouldn’t have been so intense, his pride wouldn’t have needed to be broken if he had but been able to overcome it rather than letting it rule him. Now he had to make up for years of neglect to Simba, his brother, the pride and the pridelands…and he felt he might just end up liking his new role by the end of it despite how much the thought currently made him feel very flustered. The thought of servicing others for so long made him, much to his embarrassment, aroused and he snuck away from his cave to find anyone who might lay with him as he had a strong feeling that trying to take care of it by himself would just end up getting him more frustrated instead of satisfying him, he didn’t care if it was his son or his brother, a lioness or a hyena or another predator or even a prey animal for that matter. — Time passed as it always did and brought about many changes with it. One key among them being Simba finally reaching the proper age to carry the crown on his own. Though they had a coronation of sorts, with Simba showing his dominance over his former father, this one was more…formal. This time, the Pridelanders were gathered ahead of time, the hyenas included. In time the initial fear of them died down and they became acclimated and accepted by the other animal groups. There were also a number of rogues who had settled into the pridelands under the offer of settling down with a single willing member of the pride’s many lionesses in return for their loyalty and service; the hyena taught a lot of them how to spice up their lovelife. One of whom was Risala’s lost prince Ayo, who had matured quite a bit since their spontaneous frolocking. She settled with him after he had a crash course with the hyenas alongside her. They had all gathered to see Simba’s coronation. Peeking from the cavern, Simba saw just how many came to see his official crowning. He took a deep breath in and out, feeling rather nervous for some reason. Scar was of course there by his side, looking rather proud of his son. The golden lion then realized his fear came from him no longer needing the dark lion, it was now time for him to stand on his own. “Oh don’t you worry…even if I officially retire you can always come to me for advice or help if you feel uncertain or overwhelmed, but do try first on your own.” The older dark lion assured his adoptive son who looked a lot less apprehensive knowing he wasn’t completely on his own. “Are you ready?” Rafiki entered the cavern, looking rather excited himself. No one doubted that Simba would be a great king. He had the Pridelands’ full support, a feat rarely achieved. After taking another deep breath, Simba looked at his father, who nodded. Rafiki started with the opening speech and Simba was waiting for his queue, feeling sure of himself now. He was taught well and would use the knowledge to bring about a new age of the Pride Lands. When stepping out of the cavern’s shadows, the new king was met with a roar of cheers and applause. Simba’s eyes scanned the crowd and he found Mufasa, standing amongst the other commoners. His father by blood had come a long way since their confrontation and had earned back his right as royalty and to be considered family, but understood the title of “father” was forever lost to him. To the surprise of many, Mufasa continued to live more like a commoner, when asked why the former king revealed that he was never truly happy in his previous position. He spent the later half of his rule trying to find a sense of fulfillment. No matter how well he kept the borders guarded or how many lionesses he mated, the golden lion could never find the fix for that void within him. Nowadays he was much happier serving others, being the continued “stress reliever” for the royal lions, and taking it upon himself to perform continued “public relations.” Though he had failed in many ways, Mufasa still looked very proud of the new king. He was sure that Simba would be fulfilled by ruling, he clearly had a natural talent for it. Knowing he could never truly make things up to his former son, the elder lion decided to support Simba from a distance, in any way he could… Rafiki went over the vows that all kings had to swear to abide by. It was the usual promise to rule fairly and uphold the prosperity of the Pride Lands. From the last few kings’ track records, it was obvious that these promises were just mere formalities. But when Simba swore to uphold said vows, it was clear that he fully intended to do so. As the coronation continued Simba became more and more curious, there was one part of the coronation that his uncle had kept a secret, namely whom he had chosen to become majordomo now that he was stepping down. As far as Simba knew Zazu would not return to the position due to his poor performance, he was meant to guide the king and keep him from failing his vows. When Mufasa’s power was stripped from him, Zazu took it upon himself to step down as well, disappearing soon after, likely to avoid his own punishment. Upon the new majordomo being called upon, not one, but two hornbills landed, Simba immediately recognized Zazu, who looked very meek and held his head down submissively, the other hornbill had the young king do a double-take, his eyes held a cunning so sharp it could rival his father’s. “May I present Kaku, who will be supported by the former majordomo and his brother Zazu, as his assistant.” The word “assistant” made Zazu visibly shiver. “Remember our deal brother.” Kaku said and Zazu nodded in surrender to his fated punishment. Kaku turned and gave his vows cordially to the king who accepted them while he wondered why he had never heard mention of Zazu’s brother and what sort of punishment his uncle had set up for Zazu. The answer to both were surprisingly the same, Kaku liked the company of males and Ahadi had immediately disqualified the hornbill on those grounds and Zazu would be “assisting” his brother whenever he needed it. Scar did a bit of digging and found the potential majordomo's dwelling. It turned out that Zazu had been hiding out in the company of his brother. Between needing someone to fill the position and a punishment still being in order for the blue hornbill, an agreement had been made. While Simba and Kaku stood side by side, giving the final parts of the royal speech, Zazu was in the cavern with Scar, who chuckled upon being mostly alone with the former majordomo. He had yet to pay the hornbill back for much of the misuse of power mostly aimed at himself. Zazu could have tried to convince Mufasa into attempting to mend their relationship, but instead he added fuel to the fire by joining in on the rumor mongering and that was just [i]one [/i]of many misdeeds the bird was responsible for. The avian had had a part to play in many of the faults of the previous rule, faults that needed to be made up for. “Cheer up Zazu, I bet you will grow to enjoy it.” Scar reveled in the glare the hornbill sent him for his comment. Like with Mufasa the dark lion would leave most of the actual punishing in the paws of others, in Zazu’s case his brother whom had a lot more personal reasons to see to it that Zazu was “corrected”. Finally, the speech part of the coronation was over with it. All that was left was for Simba to step forward, letting out a mighty roar to signify his place as the reigning king. The crowd raised their voices for him. The hyenas cheered loudest for the lion, having the most to thank him for. They were prospering in the Pride Lands, having ample food and water available. They didn’t mind being indebted to the king, as it continued their mutual exchanges of pleasure. Though they already were, Banzai and Ed were made the official leader and ambassador of the hyenas, being the ones to see the lions and other animal groups to sort out domestic affairs. As the massive crowd was dispersing, the two of them walked towards Pride Rock, being invited to some sort of private event. As soon as they could get some privacy from the coronation Kaku took possession of his brother for the first time, the lions and two hyenas could tell it had been a long time coming and aided Kaku’s domination with some licks as their size-difference didn’t allow for much else. As much as the former majordomo tried to resist what was happening to him he was soon rendered a moaning mess from his brother’s actions and was thoroughly put in his place. “I knew you would come to like it.” Scar couldn’t help but taunt Zazu a little, and for once didn’t get a witty response back. His brother was thrusting hard, putting years of frustration into his actions. The pair of brothers moaned aloud, their pleasure riding from the rough and fast motions. It didn’t last very long, with Kaku groaning as he came first, humping through his climax just enough to force a squawk out of Zazu, him reaching his limits as well. Inspired by Kaku the lions threw a little private post-coronation celebration with only their most intimate friends and family. The mind melting bliss was the perfect way to destress after such a prim ceremony for Simba and to celebrate his crowning more intimately. Mufasa was there to be used by anyone wanting his company. Though the party was to celebrate Simba, it was clear that Banzai and Ed were having the most fun, having ample lionesses to mate with, and a nice selection of lions that were brought as their plus-one’s. It lasted nearly the whole day, leaving everyone rather tired when it was all said and done. A new era had officially come, seeing Simba as the new king of the Pride Lands and Kaku as his majordamo while his uncle went into a much deserved retirement after many years of unrecognized service to the pride. As expected, the new king did quite well. He of course asked his uncle for advice sometimes when he faltered. Between Scar’s suggestions and Kaku’s guidance, the golden lion was on the path to becoming possibly the greatest king in recent history. Simba didn’t let it go to his head, making it a point to rule fairly, having a focus on the long-term prosperity of the Pridelands. His new laws benefitted not only the lions, but all species, putting no one kind of animal above the other. “Quite the king isn’t he?” Scar asked, watching Simba and Kaku prepare for a potential drought season. “He sure is. Better than I ever was…” Mufasa wore a smile despite the bit of pain he felt. It was good to know that his son was succeeding despite it all. The two of them watched Simba from a distance, keeping an eye on him from time to time. Being both past their primes, the allure of ruling no longer appealed to their tastes. Instead, the pair tried their best to mend the many fractures of their bond. The brothers still had some way to go, but were willing to try. Simba knew they were watching of him and it made the king happy knowing they were trying to rekindle their relationship. It gave him hope that anything could change for the better, he carried the hope and let guide his judgment and choices, using all he learned for the good of everyone, both in the present and future.