[center][b]Prince in his Place[/b][/center]

[center]By Kaydrien Iceclaw[/center]



It was a lovely day on the savannah. Really, it was. The effects of overhunting had begun to reverse themselves, the rains had come and gone, the grass had grown in again, and it was perfect for lounging in the sun right now. So it might have seemed just a little bit strange that Simba was here sulking. Strange, if you didn't know how the fight for Pride Rock had turned out.

Scar won. He won, and then instead of killing his nephew, he'd done... other things. And Simba had not broken the terms of surrender. With his total dominance assured and reinforced, the king had eased up to something tolerable almost immediately.

Except perhaps to Simba, who still held up his end of the terms more than a month later. It was humiliating. And worse, he didn't really feel like resisting anymore. So here he was, lamenting how the loss of dignity should have hurt more.

The (possibly former, if Scar ever had kids) heir sulked in the modest cave he had called home for some time now. Deep in his depressed thoughts he failed to notice the soft footsteps of his visitor until after she announced herself. “Well, well, well. What’s up, pussycat?”

“Shenzi.” The one tired word seemed all the response Simba was going to make. Eyes still closed, he propped one paw on his nose as if to press himself into the floor of the cave which was his only domain. By way of afterthought he added one protest. “Don’t call me ‘pussycat.’”

Shenzi grinned, tilting her head as she regarded him. “I didn’t know you were allowed to give orders, [i]pussycat[/i]. ‘less King Scar gave you some privileges I don’t know about during his last private session.”

“You’re not my uncle.” He pointed out with a sigh. The hyenas… ugh. Crude, rude, and they acted like they ran the place half the time. Seemingly with Scar’s blessing. Well, he wasn’t going to play along.

 “Well, guess who sent me!” Shenzi giggled maniacally. She gave him a shove with a paw, rocking his tawny body. “How about you follow me like a good little kitty so I don’t tattle on you.”

Simba groaned. He couldn’t get away with ignoring that. Unless Shenzi was just mouthing off, yanking his chain by merely implying to be acting on Scar’s authority. Not that that would change things much if she was: In all likelihood she could get Scar’s backing retroactively for the low price of telling him Simba had been ‘uppity’.

The dejected lion hauled himself to his feet to follow the hysterically cackling hyena. “Fine. Lead the way.’

They hadn’t gone far when Shenzi stopped in a shorter than usual patch of grass, closer to Pride Rock than his little exile cave. There was nothing unusual about the spot. And, unexpectedly, no one else there. “Where’s Scar?”

She answered with a smug, toothy smile. “If I had to guess? He’s having fun with his sweet little queen at the rock.”

Simba winced. The queen… Nala… He’d been avoiding her. And he thought she was definitely avoiding [i]him[/i]. What was there to talk about, after all? Scar controlled everything he cared to control after the attempt to unseat him had failed spectacularly. He couldn’t blame her if she felt as unable to resist any of it. Same as he did. 

His sharp twinge of jealousy felt different than he thought it should, so Simba put it out of his head and turned to leave. “So he doesn’t need me at all and you’re just yanking my chain. Great.”

“Not so fast, pussycat.” Shenzi wheeled around in front of him fast, making him flinch back from her carrion breath. “You’re here because the boss wanted me to give you the good news for him.”

"Get it over with then." Simba rolled his eyes at the hyena prowling around him in a circle. That should have, and did, make him a little nervous, but only in the usual 'another predator is circling me' sort of way. You could get that from a friend, on a bad day. He didn’t figure Shenzi was a physical threat. "There’s better thinks I could be doing."

“HA!” The hyena howled, dropping to the ground to roll around in hilarity for emphasis before coming back up. She threw one foreleg around his shoulder as if they were good friends sharing a joke. “That’s a good one.”

Then she leaned in close and lowered her voice to a conspiratorial register. “See here’s the lowdown; king Scar’s feeling generous. He figures its time to give his favorite nephew the green light to lose his virginity.”

That statement hung in the air for a while. Then Simba pushed her off of him, gently to avoid a fight he couldn’t afford to win.

“Now I [i]know[/i] you’re screwing with me. Scar’s not going to risk any heirs that aren’t his.” The lion paused, then finished more quietly. “…and he took it already, anyway.”

“Who said that’s gonna be a problem, pussycat?”

“Well obviously-“ Simba started, then paused. “Oh great. He found some cousin to whore me out to. Or is he getting whored out to me for not groveling hard enough?”

That would be just like Scar, showing some backtalker that he was lower than dirt by putting him under his deposed nephew. Well, it would be a change at least. But he couldn’t muster much enthusiasm. 

“No guys either, princy.” Shenzi giggled, and gave him an indecipherable look. “Unless you want me to go find one for you.”

There was this about hyenas: You couldn’t ever tell when they thought they were being funny just by listening. Simba decided he didn’t really care. “Then if you’re done messing with my head, I’m going back.”

Her chuckle didn’t stop. It went a few notches toward malevolent instead. “Oh nooooo, pussycat. Today you get a female.”

Simba looked at her. Then he looked around, turning in a circle. Still nobody else there. Except…

“Oh, hah hah.” The lion rolled his eyes, and turned back in the direction of his personal living/sulking spot. “Fine, you got me, good joke. Come get me again next time you want to pull my leg I guess.”

Simba stopped short, nearly tumbling over as he lost track of his paws for a moment. Shenzi had put herself right in his way. Rear toward him. Tail raised. 

“Not really here for your legs, kitty.” 

It took the lion a long moment to wrap his head around that, most of it spent trying to point his head away from the rear that must have been in his way by accident. He’d been brought up with manners. So when he caught up he leaned over so he was (mostly) able to stare at Shenzi’s face instead.

“…You’re kidding me.” 

She waggled her eyebrows at him in an exaggerated fashion

“You’re [i]serious[/i]!?”

Shenzi smiled even wider at him.

“I’m flattered. I think.” Said Simba, who wasn’t. HE was mostly startled and incredulous as he backed away, looking skyward as if he might find advice on dealing with crazy hyenas. But fortunately [s]lying sycophancy asskissing[/s] [i]Being Diplomatic[/i] was something he’d had a lot of practice at lately. “But you’ve got butt-kisser and chucklehead, right? You don’t need me.”

“Banzai and Ed? [i]Please.[/i]” The hyena female rolled her eyes. “Banzai ain’t much of a lover and I don’t let crazy put it in. From what I hear from his highness, you’re exactly what I been looking for.”

“Uh huh.” It was a verbal acknowledgement, not agreement. Simba was pretty sure at least one of those statements had to be a flat-out lie, judging by some of the giggle-shrieks he heard out over the savannah at night. Either a lie, or Banzai and Ed had lower standards than Shenzi did when it came to each other. “Thanks. I’m not doing it with a hyena though. Have a nice day.”

He wheeled on his back legs to detour around the presenting female with eyes averted. Shenzi spoke up again, leaning over into his side. “I wouldn’t do that if I was you. Wouldn’t want to disobey a [i]royal decree[/i], would we?”

Simba flinched, Eyes closed in a grimace, he asked, “…Scar really did…?”

“Yup. You got the part where he’s whoring you out right.”

“Really?” Simba was going to take that incredulity and ride it right into the sunset, if it let him avoid confronting the idea for another few moments. He had never thought that Scar would let anyone else touch his personal… whatever Simba was to him now. One eye cracked open to look back at the smirking, nodding, leering female who’d sat down beside him.

“Yeah.” Shenzi leaned over to lower her voice to a sort of sultry smugness. “Starting today, unless king Scar’s using you, you’re all mine.” 

“…What do you want, then?” Simba wasn’t getting out of this, not without voiding the few concessions he had managed to bargain out of his uncle. They weren’t much, but it could be bad for more than just Simba if they fell through. “I don’t know-“

He choked off the admission that he didn’t really have any practical experience pleasing a female of [i]any[/i] species. Shenzi seemed to guess.

“Well how about we start with something [i]easy[/i] then, pussycat?” Shenzi cackled, once more swinging her rear in his direction. “Get down there and start sucking.”

“Suck on what?” Simba rolled his eyes. “I may not know much about women but I’m [i]pretty[/i] sure-“

And then his eyes rolled back down and his zinger stalled out. “What…? Are you…? I thought you were a girl.”

Shenzi shook her narrow hips side to side, swinging the soft wang that hung between the hyena’s legs. “Sure am, kitty. Lady hyenas have a nice little bonus.”

“I-“ Well, that was new. Now that he thought about it, that sounded a little familiar. Some sort of grownup joke he’d half heard as a cub, maybe? That definitely [i]looked[/i] like a penis, though. A little longer than Scar’s, actually, if not quite as thick. 

Hanging under a modest pair of imitation testicles the shaft was a meaty black-grey, same as the skin of her puffy anus or her… he supposed he could call it her taint. Simba gulped. “- guess I could figure it out…”

“Sure you can.” Evil toothy smile, more cackling, hyena business as usual. “You’ve got plenty of practice!”

She backed up into him, rear bumping into his snout, and he fell more than lowering himself to the ground in a controlled fashion. Simba was none too happy with this at all. It sent a wriggling sensation up his spine to be made into a toy for this filthy scavenger. 

But she had already made it clear she wouldn’t take no for an answer. 

Simba gingerly extended his tongue against the floppy organ, which pressed away under the touch. Shenzi watched with relish, a shiver running up the matriarch’s spine. She chuckled at the sight of the prince between her legs. “How do I compare to our illustrious king, kitty-cat?”

“…Milder.” He might as well stick to the truth, with nothing else to go on. Simba worked his way up, the faux phallus bobbing away under his tongue rather than allowing itself to be properly licked, though he could apply a little more pressure as he approached the base. “Than Scar, I mean.”

“You saying he tastes better, huh?” Her giggle fit at her own joke made her genitals a moving target.

“…No.” Scar was a rather strong flavor. Shenzi was drier there, which might have something to do with the disparity. But Simba suspected his uncle left some aspects of hygiene a low priority on purpose. 

He lowered his head to tongue the tip into his mouth, in case he might think himself into the position that his answer could be dishonest without a distraction. This had the unintended side-benefit of pre-empting Shenzi’s next degrading remark while she enjoyed the wet warmth instead.

Shenzi’s clit was definitely softer than… what he’d worked with before. Whether because she had some conscious control and left it flaccid, or that was just how it was. He sealed his lips around it and pulled about an inch in by suction, squishing it against the roof of his mouth with his tongue.

The hyena leaned forward a fraction, pulling her organ a little tighter between his mouth and her body, and looked back over her shoulder. She grinned at the sight of the prince sucking away at her. “Well look. At. You. Scar told me you were a sweet little cocksucker but I didn’t really buy it. Boy, he musta really made you his bitch, huh?” 

Words stinging like a slap to the face, Simba had to follow the ‘cock forward to keep from losing it. And semi-coincidentally, hide his face from Shenzi behind her own rear end. He closed his eyes to focus; if he could get this over with fast, he could go back to [i]not[/i] being a hyena toy.

The hyena wasn’t remotely done toying with him, though. Feeling him drag his tongue over her length, Shenzi let out a low whistle of satisfaction. This was a welcome treat. “Oooh, Simba! I can see why Scar keeps you around. You have an amazing mouth on you.”

Simba didn’t want to acknowledge the compliment. He didn’t want to be good at that. A shiver ran down his spine anyway from the backhanded praise. He raised a paw to brace himself against her back leg for support while working the shaft from side to side in his mouth. The organ felt stiffer than it had been, although still not with the hatefully familiar hardness of Scar’s penis.

“Yeah, keep sucking that lady dick like you mean it.” Shenzi had bent her neck down to see what she could of the lion between her legs, and liked what she saw. She smirked, thinking that from the look of things he might like suckling on his first female. “You’re my kitty now, Simba. Better get used to the taste of hyena.”

Simba flinched from the unpleasant realization that, yes, he could too-easily imagine getting used to this. Truth be told she was arguably more pleasant to service than Scar: Simba did almost this same thing for his uncle already, if not from this angle- 

Speaking of angle, he absently wished for the opportunity to bend that prick’s prick this far back and hear him yelp. The idea made him smile fractionally around Shenzi’s lady-bits. 

But that would probably never happen. As it was, he had to abandon the pleasant notion. Instead he slurped on the wider base of her shaft, nose bumping into the balls that probably weren’t balls (too soft).

Shenzi let out a low moan. The lion’s tongue was starting to send tingling sensations through her body as he slurped and suckled on her pseudopenis. The long awaited shivers made her magnanimous, and she decided to give him the fractional mercy of a heads-up. “Hope you’re hungry, kitty.”

“Hmmg?” The lion had only an instant’s warning before the little gush of fluid squeezed out of her tip. Not like when Scar came, at all; there wasn’t any particular warning. It just splooshed out when he smushed the organ between tongue and mouth, juices built up from arousal until pressure forced them through her clit with his own mouthings providing the last impetus.

The taste was unexpectedly sweet. Or at least less salty than Scar’s semen. He dutifully lapped it away, then sucked gently to be rewarded by a little more of Shenzi’s femcum. Five heartbeats passed. No more seemed forthcoming, so he let the shaft fall from his lips. 

“That wasn’t as bad as I was expecting.” Simba momentarily wished the faux maleness dangling wetly in the sunlight was back in his mouth, so he couldn’t have said that. He wasn’t much of a liar by upbringing. He deliberately looked away from Shenzi’s crotch and stood, eager to be on his way out of this situation. “All right, you’ve had your fun. I’m out.”

He got three steps. Shenzi had a quick recovery.

“Ohohoh, no.” She interposed herself between Simba and his chosen direction, glancing in the direction of Pride Rock and then back toward the male lion. “We’re not done yet, pussycat. I haven’t had the big one yet, and [i]you’re[/i] still a [i]virgin[/i].“

Thinking about what he’d just had in his mouth, Simba raised one eyebrow. And opened that mouth again. “…How would I even do that? Assuming I wanted to.”



[center]---[i]Some Distance Away and a Few Moments Before[/i]---[/center]



"C'mon, c'mon, we don't got all day. You gotta see the thing." Banzai chattered, half irritated, half excited, and half amused (Banzai the hyena wasn't terribly good at math). Behind him followed a trio of lionesses, with Ed trailing behind them. [i]Where he can sneak peeks at the goods without me, lucky bastard[/i].

One of the lionesses, Sarafina, groaned in put-upon frustration as she followed the most annoyingly talkative of the three hyenas. “Couldn’t this have waited, Banzai? I was eating.”

“Eat later. This won’t happen every day!” [i]Probably not every day[/i], Banzai hoped; his opportunities were a little too limited for his liking already. The same went for Ed, though Banzai couldn’t care less if their nutty third wheel got less of Shenzi.

Ed seemed to find his statement hilarious. But then, Ed found most things hilarious, including the stage-whisper Banzai shot back at him past their feline convoy. “And. Be. Quiet!”

Sarafina grumbled under her breath. Another lioness, darker-furred than the others with a burnt sienna stripe running from the top of her head to between her shoulder blades, spoke up in a deep voice. “The least you could do is give us a hint about what this ‘thing’ is.”

It was Banzai's turn to laugh, and Ed's turn to shut him up by zipping right up to him and planting one pawpad against his lips. Ed answered her quietly. "Waaa glk huphup."

"Right." Banzai added after prying away the less eloquent hyena's paw. "What he said. Shenzi asked the boss, the boss said yeah, and so we're going to show you the thing. She said itsa surprise."

“If Scar ordered it so, I suppose…” Zira conceded, rolling her eyes.

“Scar said what Shenzi said goes on this one. So yeah!” Banzai hopped along ahead of the felines, watching to see if the third lioness would have anything to add. 

Apparently not. She was seemed disinterested and mopey, as usual. Oh well, not Banzai’s problem. He shrugged and turned to keep up his lead. 

When they neared Shenzi’s designated meeting point, he held up a paw to bring the little column to a stop, and by way of demonstrating what to do, crept forward on his belly in the tall grass until he could peek through the stalks into the shorter area.

The others copied him more gracefully, motions usually reserved for stalking prey. Sarafina whispered “Are we finally to this ‘thing’, Banzai? Because-“

"Shhh!" The two hyenas hissed back in stereo. Banzai pointed over past a low shielding rock they had chosen for cover: One hyena, standing in front of one supine lion. Close enough to see pretty well what they were doing, too; the cover at this spot was excellent. That's why they (or rather, Shenzi) had picked it. He snickered, and eagerly looked back to catch the lionesses’ expressions as they got a good angle.

Banzai wasn’t disappointed. Three shocked expressions, tailored to the temperaments of their owners, all priceless. The third lioness broke her silence. “…Simba...?”

Banzai had to bite his paw to muffle the giggle. That got a lot easier when the wind shifted, carrying a disconcerting snippet of the exchange happening a dozen yards away.

“Ohohoh, no. We’re not done yet, pussycat…”

That tone gave Banzai a feeling he might be seeing less of Shenzi’s backside in the future. Damn. Well, maybe he could make some of the difference out of Ed's mangy ass, poor substitute though that was.



[center]---[/center]



Shenzi had sharper ears than the prince, so he attributed her cackle solely to his question instead of the awareness that her idiot subordinates had finally gotten into position. 

“Oh, I’m assumin’ you want to, all right.” Doing some quick mental geometry, Shenzi made a counterclockwise motion with her paw. “First I want you to turn around a bit.”

Simba turned in the indicated direction until she stopped, about ninety degrees. “Like this?”

“Yeah, thatta boy.” She risked a grin in the direction of the rock her audience had taken up position behind, now that he was faced away from it. But only for an instant. “Now roll over.”

Reluctantly, the lion lowered himself to the ground and pressed off with the legs of one side until he was balanced belly side up, feeling unnatural in the position out here. It was very exposed, very vulnerable, not something you did around another predator unless you trusted them. Or you had no choice, needed to make a show of submission.

It also swung something else around down below, a feeling that made Simba bite his lip. [i]When did I get hard?[/i] He didn’t want to think being bossed around by a hyena, or sucking off a female (or at least sucking off [i]Shenzi[/i]) could bet him physically excited. No other explanation presented itself, however.

“Well well well. What do we have here?” The erection hadn’t escaped Shenzi’s attention of course. She was laughing yet again as she circled around toward his head end, bringing her upside-down smirk into view. “Didn’t know you liked little old me so much.”

"I still don't see how this is supposed to work." That sounded so much better than 'neither did I', he almost fooled himself into thinking he had a shred of dignity left. The apparently-not-a-dick was still swinging freely between the hyena's legs, one long strand of clear fluid drooling out of the tip onto the grass and glistening in the sunlight.

Shenzi stepped forward over the cat, until her dangly bits waggled into place directly over his face and her forepaws flanked his sides. For a moment he thought she was going to hump his muzzle. That could have been worse; at least she was thinner than what he was used to. Instead he watched the false cock start to wrinkle, pulling up and widening. The urethra, or whatever, widening out a little as the whole thing pulled inward to make a slit nestled into her false scrotum, the 'balls' becoming pair of fat lips to her entrance.

As it went the buildup of her arousal spilled out of the widening orifice. Her juices poured out of her onto his neck and upper chest, and leaving her entrance slick and shiny with her self-lubrication. It made his cock jump to watch, he couldn't deny that to himself, even as his cheeks burned.

“Enjoying the view, kitty?” Shenzi pitched her voice to carry to the group peeking out from behind the rock, where they were blocked from Simba’s view by her upper body and chest fur. “Wanna give it another taste.”

"Might as well." Simba mumbled, oblivious to her showboating. He tensed the muscles of his belly to stabilize himself and craned his neck to lap across the mildly fleshy-tasting cunny before he drove his tongue in once just because. 

He was curious, after all. And this at least probably counted as less humiliating than much of what he'd been forced to do since the failed coup. 

“Mmmm, there’s a good pussycat.” Shenzi encouraged. Simba’s tongue was pleasantly thick and wet inside her in the moment before it slid back out. She looked down at the lion’s crotch underneath her, taking it in while she had it conveniently close at hand. His equipment looked pleasantly thick as well, a fat tapered cone standing to attention from his sheath. Cute little nubby barbs added some texture to the pink organ. Her eyes darted over to the rock and her audience, and giggled. “You ready, Simba?

The big cat rubbed at his face, eyes covered with one big paw with his mouth twisted into an abashed grimace. “Will you stop if I say no?”

Shenzi turned around on top of him. Delicately she brought her hips down to rub her entrance against the end of his dick so it nudged against her plump scrotum-like vulva. “I’d have to tell your uncle you misbehaved, wouldn’t I?”

The lion under her shuddered at the contact, rumbling in his chest. "Then just... just do it."

The hyena adjusted her weight, pressing back as if to engulf him. And stopped, wet entrance just kissing his pointed tip. “I think I need a little convincing, pussycat. You really want some hyena pussy, don’t you?”

"...It's like that, huh." Scar did this to him sometimes. More often it was the reverse, his sadistic uncle preferring to hear him beg not to be taken, or silently oblige whatever whim he (often literally) shoved into Simba's face. But he knew the song and dance, might as well skip to the endgame. 

Besides, whether the rest of him liked it or not, it seemed his cock was enjoying the bullying. Well, if anything Scar's worse, and I still... Nevermind. So, loud and clear and reasonably convincing, he gave the hyena what he hoped she wanted. "Shenzi, please fuck me. Let me inside you. Take my cock!"

“Good boy.” Shenzi smiled beatifically down at the lion she had at her mercy. She spoke loud enough to cover the quiet gasps and giggles she could just make out from behind them, where five pairs of eyes had a direct view of her teasing Simba’s cock with her crotch. Just in case. “Don’t mind if I do.” 

And she dropped her hips down, burying his erection down to the root in her hot pussy with an audible soggy sound and claiming his virginity. [i]Take that, Nala! In yo face, you snooty bitch![/i] exulted the bossy female hyena inside her own head.

“Aaah!” Simba's gasp wasn't silent at all. Shenzi's insides were hot, and smooth, and slippery. The burning wetness tightened and pulsed around him- he was pretty sure that was her pulse. And she was so tight, too. He knew almost immediately that he wouldn't last long in her, but he'd be damned if he couldn't at least last long enough to sooth his aching ego. He gritted his teeth as she started to pull upward, a motion that caught at the soft barbs of his shaft.

As if determined to make a mockery of his stamina Shenzi bounced her rear up and down on the feline’s cock, paws braced firmly on his chest. Watching his face work through a series of ambiguous expressions under her, her panting made her words shaky from the exertion of riding her toy with all her might. “You’re enjoying this, ain’tcha, kitty?”

“I’m not…” Simba couldn’t finish that sentence one way or another. Lying didn’t feel right. Rudeness didn’t feel right. Honesty didn’t bear thinking about: He was enjoying the feelings of Shenzi riding him immensely.

His tattered self-image creaked under the strain. If part of him was enjoying being dominated by this female… then that part was welcome to drink it all up as long as the rest of him didn’t have to deal with it.

Wordless noises took the unused place in the queue. “Nnnh!”

Shenzi cackled madly, riding his cock all the while. “Imma take that as a yes!”

Under her, Simba was too distracted by the bouncing friction on his erection, every little pull on his textured skin a separate spark in his awareness, to see her look over her shoulder. Likewise, he didn't see the way Banzai watched her pussy open stretch around him on every drop down, fascinated, or Ed giving his matriarch two thumbless thumbs up, tongue hanging out the side of his mouth under crossed eyes.

To the male hyena’s left, Zira had a paw to her mouth. The lioness found it barely adequate to stop herself from laughing. Her sides shook with a sadistic glee, watching the proud enemy of her favorite lion getting ridden into the ground by a mere hyena. “Oh my, he’s being so [i]eager…[/i]”

"Shh." Sarafina hissed. Nala’s mother was no fool. She'd privately loathe the hyena witch riding the lion she'd anticipated for a son-in-law (and possibly a bit more than a son-in-law; there was almost never more than one or at most two males to a pride), for having what should have been her daughter's. She'd maybe even harbor a hefty helping of irritation for Simba himself, except... 

Mortally offended by the whole business as she might be, she knew Scar and his minions could be manipulative in the extreme. He probably couldn’t be blamed, especially off-limits as he was Sarafina and the other pride females. She didn't intend to let Zira mouth off about it, especially in front of their third who was watching horrified a few steps back.

Zira huffed dismissively, but when she addressed Banzai it was with a whisper. “I should thank you after all. I would not have wanted to miss this. Next kill I make, you can have the liver.” 

"That sounds really nice." Banzai said softly, irises bouncing up and down right along with Shenzi's hind end. He [i]was[/i] listening- the combined drives of food and fuck had just spontaneously forced him to fantastic heights of multitasking. It did sound nice. "I'd love to."

"Nnh! Aah! S-Shenzi, wait!" A dozen yards away, Simba might have been having the time of his life, sexually. He had his first female tight and hot on his feline cock, and apparently liking it almost as much as he was. Her being in top included in the 'it' they were both liking. But, as he felt himself approaching the absolute limit, he was still aware that this situation was completely messed up. "Nnng! You're making me... I'm... N-NALAAAH!"

“Heaahaahahahah!” Shenzi expended considerable effort to keep herself in position on his cock while her chest heaved out gales of hyena laughter and her belly rocked with the most downright satisfying orgasm she’d had in ages. “Oh sweetie, Nala belongs under Scar. You belong under [i]me[/i].” She punctuated with a hard slam downward, and stayed down to keep him deep inside her so she could feel every drop as it left him. Simba's rear legs paddled in midair in a helpless simulacrum of humping, but of course she controlled all the movement, which drove him even wilder. The hyena leaned forward to get up close and personal with Simba’s distraught/pleasured expression, and whispered in a tone that could be mistaken for affectionate. “Better believe you’re getting the good end of that deal, pussycat.”

In that instant, with her hot snatch tightening convulsively around him and his heart beating a million times a minute, with his balls pulling in to expel their contents violently into the hyena, he almost believed her. He gushed into her weird snatch, dozens of short couplings worth coaxed out all at once by the dominant female on top of him.

Until he finally ran out, and sagged against the ground under the leering Shenzi. 

Panting, her tongue hung out the side of her jagged-toothed maw, her gaze locked onto his glazed eyes. “Well now. How’d you enjoy your first time, kitty?”

"It was..." Simba gulped. He would have said it anyway as a lie, been more enthusiastic even. But it was the truth again, instead. The lion covered his eyes with his paws, which didn’t really help because he could see the smirk in his mind anyway "...Really good."

Her laughter drowned out that coming from further away. “Tell me more. On a scale of one to ten, how good was it having hyena pussy for your first time?”

"Fishing for compliments, much?" Simba groaned. Well, even considering that he hadn't had other options...  The lion looked up at the hyena on top of him, death-glare thoroughly undermined by the last several minutes. "[i]Fine.[/i] I don't know if I could have had a better first, okay? It was amazing. Happy now?"

“Not quite yet, kitty.” Shenzi had no shame. But she deeply enjoyed other peoples’. She leaned in, until they were practically nose to nose. “You’d like to do this again, wouldn’t you? Wanna pound me some more?”

“Might as well." Simba said, staring up at a cloud and trying not to cringe. Or smile. He was pretty sure it was him who got pounded, what with his hips taking more of a beating from her than Scar had ever managed. The point hardly mattered.

The lion could feel himself finally starting to soften up, and with that a small flood of semen and pussy juice- He wasn't about to hand her a chance to point out it was two servings of pussy juice- spilled out to soak his balls and tail-base. "This isn't going to turn into twenty questions before you let me up, is it? Because I need to wash this off before it dries. I know that much from... well, I just know."

“Last question.” Shenzi’s smile turned into that evil toothy grin once more. Suddenly sitting back up, paws on his stomach and neck craning to look behind her, she called out in a raucously cheerful tone. “How’d you all like the show, guys and gals?”

Simba started upright so fast he almost dislodged the female from his waist. But not quite. So he was still pressed in an awkward embrace of sorts with Shenzi when he saw who she was addressing.

"WOOO!" Ed clapped, howling his applause. It was just a shame Ed was the least of Simba’s worries.

Banzai stepped into the clearing around him, laughing his spotty ass off. “HAHAHAHAHA That was great, Shenzi!!! You made him you bitch but [i]good[/i], HA-OOF!”

He toppled into the dust. Certainly not because Sarafina had neatly hooked a paw around his leg and pulled out his footing. The lioness that was looking skyward with eyes full of patient, studied disinterest, couldn’t possibly be guilty of such a thing.

Zira had no such restraint. She regarded him with an expression of cruel, condescending amusement. “Well I think every lioness in the pride will be interested to hear how they wouldn’t compare to Shenzi.”

Simba could have defended himself, citing a need to humor Scar's favored henchyena. Or he might have shielded himself with a huff of sulky indifference to cover his internal withering, while preserving his minimal relationship with his first and probably only source of intimate female companionship. Buuuut he was frozen and dying inside a little... a lot... because he was focused on the equally stunned expression of the third lioness in the audience. "...Mom?"

“Maybe Sarabi would like seeing you under a grass-eater instead?” Shenzi ribbed viciously, pulled herself off of Simba with no shame whatsoever. She grinned even harder at the lion’s expression reaching new and unexplored heights of mortification, Banzai and Ed moving to flank her. “Bet you’d like that, getting even lower on the food chain for mom to watch.”

"...Simba?" Sarabi gave no sign of having heard that at all, too stunned and confused.

Simba bolted. 

The one hyena watching for it was pretty sure she saw him hardening up again as he made a blur of himself in his escape. [i]Definitely a prime bottom bitch boy[/i] Shenzi thought as she turned. She resolved to treasure that memory for later. “Oh I [i]need[/i] to give him another run sometime soon.”

"I believe I have hunting to do, if we're done here." Sarafina, who had alloyed her dislike of Shenzi with a bit of jealousy (and a hint of grudging admiration for her audacity), wasn't about to let this debauchery disturb her routine. "And I think you do as well Zira."

“Oh yes.” Zira slunk after her, disappearing into the tall grass. “This will make for [i]lovely[/i] dinner conversation.”

"Wait up!" Banzai skipped off after the pair of felines. Drifting back on the wind his cocky tones inquired, "You ladies interested in splitting more than a liver after? Simba don't have to have all the fun."

His yelp strongly implied an answer in the negative. But Shenzi knew Banzai; he could be persistent. Shaking her head, she passed Sarabi, still frozen and blushing. “Ey, if it helps, your boy’s a keeper.”

Sarabi didn't move as the female hyena trotted off into the grass, still dripping semen from her re-extending woody. Face unreadable, she sat there for a long time.

The last of the hyenas sat off to the side and behind, balanced on his rear and hind legs, apparently trying to lick at the top of his own nose without a care in the world. Eventually, he settled down, yawned, giggled sharply, and started to walk into the grass as well.

"Ed?" He turned around. The lioness hadn't moved, or particularly changed expression. That was fine. Other animals didn't do expressions right. Ed thought that was funny, since it was so obvious. He'd gotten good at other things.

"Gnah?" Ed's head tilted completely horizontal, one eye on Sarabi and the other angled skyward.

"Could you stay and keep me company for a while?"

"Waahooohoo." Nodding happily, head still sideways, Ed laughed to himself as he stepped back toward Sarabi. Silly Banzai. If he had a brain and a nose, he'd have known the best odds were right here with the smell of horny, confused cat. Ed would just have to keep being the smart one.



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