[b][u][center]A Gay Lion King Parody Chapter 26 Sponsored by Johnzaloog By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Simba watched the gnu leave the great chamber of Pride Rock, the warrior-chieftain shaking his head as he left the lion’s presence. The returned prince just focused on keeping his face as blank as possible until the chieftain was gone, and only when he was alone with the lions did he sag a bit on the throne. “I thought he’d be happy,” Simba muttered. “He’s confused,” Sakabi said, patting his shoulder. “They’ll come around, soon enough.” “Will they? I’m not so sure.” “They’re getting their people back. The various tribes will be happy about that.” He shook his head. The more that he saw now that he was on the throne – as regent, admittedly, rather than king, but even so – the more that he realized that the kingdom was at a crossroads. Scar had done more than merely consolidate his power as King by creating the army of the different tribes beneath him. He’d done something, even if purely by accident, to give those that lived beneath the lions a bit of power. What else did you feel when your own people formed a part of an army? What did you feel when you were finally standing shoulder to shoulder with those that used to rule you, and now had a say the way that they did? How did you feel when that power and representation was taken away from you and everyone sent back home? Simba rubbed his forehead as the possibilities rushed through his mind. Now that he sat on the throne, he wondered how his father and uncle had managed to run the land as well as they had. The many decisions that he had to make dwarfed even the many topics that Mufasa had once talked to him about. And that was just the start. Running the Kingdom was one thing. Keeping track of the lions and all the concerns that they had was another. Even now, one of the warriors was moving out of ranks with the other lions in the great stone chamber, nodding at him rather than bowing. “Your Majesty. There’s still the issue of the hyenas. They could turn back to supporting Scar at any moment; is it really wise to allow them free run of Pride Rock?” “It’s part of the treaty,” Simba said. “But sir –” “It is part of the treaty. I won’t go against that.” Even with the support that Shenzi and Banzai were giving him among the hyena people, he doubted that the treaty would last long if he started restricting it. Even though he technically had the right as a regent to alter the terms slightly, he wanted to be better. He wanted to bring peace, real peace, to Pride Rock and the Pride Lands. That wouldn’t happen if he kept suspecting everyone of something horrible. The fact that the lions had supported Scar as eagerly, if not more so, than the hyenas was something that most of the Pride seemed to be eager to forget. He wouldn’t let them. “Leave them be,” Simba repeated. “We have other concerns.” “The Outlanders,” Sakabi said. Simba nodded. Much as he disagreed with the way that his father had handled a great deal of things with the Pride Lands, Mufasa had made the right decisions with the Outlanders. They were lions that saw things differently, painfully differently, and they would have ripped their land apart. The Pride Lands were not capable of holding themselves together with a pride of lions at the top that genuinely believed that it was their right to hunt and kill at will; the land would have risen up against them, and either torn itself apart, or thrown the lions out. Scar would have allied with them in his fear and desperation, and Simba had little doubt that there was some message that had already left the borders of the Kingdom for the other lions. They needed to deal with that now, before it got worse. “Sakabi.” “Yes, Simba?” the shaved lion asked. “I want you to pick a group of twenty lions and send them to the border. Scout out the passes that lead to the Outlands, make sure that there’s nobody waiting out there. If there is, bring them down, chase them off, and make sure that the border is secure.” “Twenty – Simba, that would only leave –” “Twenty.” It wouldn’t leave many at Pride Rock, was what Sakabi was going to say. Another little reminder that even his ‘mother’ figure didn’t entirely trust the hyenas, despite the fact that the hyenas had been integral to thrusting Scar off the throne. Simba shook his head, waving his hand in dismissal. “Go. Handle it.” “…Yes, Your Majesty.” Sakabi took charge, though more slowly and less directly than he might have once done. Simba tried not to think less of his parent, knowing that it wasn’t entirely the other lion’s fault. Scar had done a great deal to break Sakabi while he had been gone, and he was pretty sure that his uncle had been more successful than any of them wanted to admit. The fear that he heard in Sakabi’s heart every passing day showed him that something had broken; he’d never felt that around his parent before. The chamber emptied, the lions either assigned to the troop that would handle the border or going about their other duties, and Simba was left alone. He sighed, leaning his head back against the rock that formed the back of the throne. “This is getting ridiculous.” He’d been at the job of ruling the land for perhaps a week. Everything had gone smooth enough, he knew, but the very fact that there were still this many arguments about how to handle things told him that it wouldn’t last. There were too many factions among the Pride – some wanting to retain some of Scar’s policies, some wanting to go back to Mufasa’s and accept nothing less, and other, smaller groups that had their own ideas – and he didn’t know how he could get them to agree. The ruling class that the lions had always formed, the Pride, was all but shattered by the actions of his father and his uncle. Picking up the pieces was going to be hard, if not impossible. The constant infighting among the Pride was getting under his skin, and the fact that they were unwilling to trust anyone else told him that it might not be worth keeping it the way that it had always been in the past. But how to move on? Simba sighed, rubbing his forehead as he shifted back and forth on the hard throne. The rock was hardly comfortable under his bare ass, and the stone beneath his feet was cold. His cock had shrunk a bit, pulling in due to the chilled temperature of the dark chamber, and he kept resisting the urge to reach down and warm it up. “Having a long day, Prince-y?” Shenzi’s familiar voice filled the chamber a moment before the hyena leaned around the hole in the rock wall leading into the tunnels. Despite himself, he smiled as the hyena patriarch stepped inside and leaned against the stone wall, arms crossed over his chest and his hips cocked to the side. Dark cock flesh laid over one thigh, and his balls hung low. Lower than usual, for that matter; something else that could be laid at Scar’s feet. “Long enough,” Simba admitted. “And how long are you going to call me that?” “Probably forever; you’re never going to be a full king.” “What makes you say that?” “Heh, just a guess.” “…Better guess than you might think,” Simba said, shaking his head. “I’m starting to think that kings are overrated.” “Mmmm, sounds like someone’s been thinking. Perhaps you should start telling me about it. Let me tell you what someone that isn’t part of the Pride thinks about your little ideas.” “Heh. You know that my people would probably accuse me of treason for talking to you like this.” “I think that says everything about them and nothing about you. Wouldn’t you say?” “You’re not wrong.” Simba waved the hyena closer. For all that there had been bad blood between him and Shenzi, he couldn’t deny that the hyena was a major reason why he had been able to come back at all. From the fact that Shenzi had revealed Scar’s plans to him at the start to the way that the dirty ruler of the other tribe had shielded him with magic to flee the Pride Lands all the way to the help that he had offered Sakabi while he’d been gone, Shenzi had been Scar’s greatest underminer. The hyena had proved himself on Simba’s side as thoroughly as one could, and the regent had no reason to actually distrust him, no matter the tensions between lions and hyenas that still remained. Of course, it didn’t hurt that Shenzi was still as oddly alluring as the hyena had been in the Graveyard all that time ago. Despite the lower-hanging balls and the clearly-abused cock that hung between Shenzi’s legs, the way that he walked showed just how eager he still was. Those wide hips and thick ass were still as enticing as they could be, and Shenzi had snuck into his cave several nights running now to take advantage of a little bit of royal dicking, shoving that ass back to meet his cock time after time. Simba shook that thought out of his head, pinching the bridge of his nose as Shenzi leaned against the side of the throne. The hyena didn’t quite reach into his lap to grope him, but it was a near thing, particularly with those long, delicate fingers just barely hanging over the arm of the throne. “Tell me what’s going on, hon.” “I’m…still figuring out what to do with my uncle, and everything else,” Simba admitted. “I have ideas of what I could do with the Pride Lands, ways of handling everything that’s gone wrong, but every time I think about what I could do, I keep thinking of Scar.” “Heh, and not just what he could do if he lives.” “No. I just…I keep thinking of…” “Of him fucking your tight little ass and taking care of everything?” The prince’s cheeks burned hot, but he still nodded. He’d thought that he’d kept that fairly surreptitious, but apparently not if Shenzi had already picked up on it. It was a near-constant reminder of what his life had turned into before his escape. He still remembered being chained up in the same dungeon that Scar occupied now, his ass up and his hole stretched, his cock wrapped up in leather and trained to obey the other lion. The feeling of being used, the constant smell of sex around him, and the way that his body had come to crave the pain and abuse and release of all responsibility save for the pleasure that he could offer his uncle had been…amazing. He still remembered it some nights, rubbing his asshole and curling his toes as he recalled the feeling of being under the dark-furred lion. “You want him to do it again?” Shenzi asked. “I…I don’t know, and that’s the part that scares me,” Simba admitted, leaning forward and rubbing his face. “I don’t know what’ll happen. I’m supposed to be the regent – I’m supposed to be the King – but I keep remembering how that felt and…” He shook his head. The fear that Scar might take over in a moment of weakness made Naka’s urge to kill him all the more tempting. He was [i]dangerous.[/i] The problem was, he was also…charming, and alluring, and the possibilities that he presented were hard to resist when Simba thought of them. Even now, his cock was responding, rising, pushing for attention – “Nngh!” Shenzi smacked it. Not hard, but enough to send it swinging from side to side between his legs. Simba sat up again, looking up at the hyena. “What was that for?” “You were slipping, Prince-y. You were thinking of what you want, not what things are.” “How do you know?” “Because I know him. He’s not as smart as he thinks he is, heh, though…obviously a little smarter than I thought he was,” Shenzi said, looking between his own legs for a moment before shaking his head. “Point is, he’s probably not as dangerous as you think he is.” “What, you think I should let him go, then?” “Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no. That would be the worst thing that you could do. But he’s not so dangerous that you have to kill him.” “But what if he –” “You’re scared that he’ll charm you again, yes?” Shenzi asked, sliding around the side of the throne until he was in Simba’s lap. “You think that he’ll start teasing you, touching you, reminding you of what you [i]should[/i] be, and then you’ll be helpless but to give in, hmmm?” Simba’s blush was back with a vengeance, though for a different reason now. The fact that he was sitting on his father’s throne with a hyena on his lap, one with a wide rump that was grinding ever so insistently into his dick, was not making it easy to focus. If any of the other lions had seen this, he wasn’t sure that he could have played it off as anything but a ‘betrayal’ of the lions. [i]Mmm, but none of the lions have an ass like Shenzi…[/i] “What’s the answer, Prince-y?” Shenzi asked. “Mmmph…I worry, yes.” “What if you could prove that he isn’t as smart, or as dangerous, as you think that he is?” “How…how would we do that?” “A little test. Or perhaps…” The hyena shifted his position a bit, and Simba hissed as he felt the familiar, slightly loose pucker pressing down against the head of his cock. The slight clasp and release that it managed to do, ‘kissing’ his cock, was as tempting as it always was, sending a shiver down his spine and making him throb that much more. “Perhaps it’d be more of a tease for your uncle, hmmmmmm?” “Nnngh…What do you – ah!” Shenzi pushed down just enough to pop the head of his cock past that loose pucker and instantly tightened up around him. The prince huffed, groaning as he felt the hyena patriarch take control, the feel of the other male’s body pressed against him reminding him of the time that he had been used like this before. It wasn’t a bad feeling, though; it was…oddly nice, and the heady scent of hyena musk all around him helped him settle down. “Just relax…and ride it out…I got an idea for you…but you’re going to make me feel good before I give it to you, Prince-y.” “Mmmph…” “Put your hands on my hips, now. You know how this works.” He did, indeed, and he huffed as he slowly wrapped his arms around the hyena. Those familiar, thick hips were just as comforting under his hands as they had always been, and he closed his eyes tightly as he submitted to the inevitable. Up. Down. Up. Down. The constant rhythm was all the hotter for where they were doing it. Simba couldn’t help but imagine the judging stares of the other lions as he submitted himself to being more or less a dildo for the hyena patriarch. They would be aghast that he was being used this way, that even though he was the one doing the penetrating, he was still being used. It was… It was good. And in some ways…in some ways, right. There was a piece of his brain busily taking the odd idea of servicing from the top and working with it, but the rest of him was completely focused on the fat ass riding his dick. He growled under his breath, squeezing Shenzi’s rump, his fingers digging into the fleshy cheeks as he pulled the hyena down faster. The soft smack of those cheeks coming down against his thighs was followed by a little chuckle. “Getting needy, are we?” “Mmmph…get that ass…down on my dick…” “Pull it down then, Prince-y. Show me how big you are.” Simba did just that. The soft gasp he forced from Shenzi’s lips made him feel that little bit of pride before he fell back into the pleasure of the hot, velvety hole around his cock and the way that it was constantly pulling, sucking, milking around his shaft. In, out, in, out; Shenzi slid up, then he yanked the hyena back down. Up, down, up, down, filling the power-bottom leader again and again. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. It didn’t take long before his pre-cum was lubing them both up, leaving each thrust that much louder and more intense than the last. In, out, in, out, slamming in over and over again and making a mess with the slime that oozed out of Shenzi’s hole. The hyena moaned in his ear, caressing the back of his head as they indulged. Simba wasn’t sure how long it took. Long enough, he knew, but whether it was minutes or an hour, he couldn’t tell. It didn’t matter, but the mess that followed sure did, as the heat in his balls shot right up his cock, flooding the hole wrapped tight around his cock. Shenzi growled in his ear, squeezing around his shoulders far tighter for a second or two before letting go. “Mmmph…that’s what I needed. Mmmm, thank you, Prince-y. Your dick is still just as hot as ever.” “Mmph…fuck…” “Hehehe, don’t go fainting on me now,” Shenzi said, shaking his head. “You still have work to do.” “Yes…yes, I do. That…you said you had an idea?” “Mmm-hmm. Now, let’s put it into practice. And call that bodyguard of yours; I have a feeling you’ll feel better if he’s around.” # “This is a horrible idea,” Sakabi said. “I’m against it. Completely against it.” “It…has its risks, yes,” Naka said, slowly nodding his head. “But at the same time, we will be there. And Scar can’t dominate all of us at once.” “That we know of,” Sakabi growled. “What if he kept that as a little ace in the hole? What if he just pretended that he could only take control of one of us at a time?” “Then he would have been better off using that when he was confronted,” Simba said, interrupting the pair of them. “And besides, it’s a little late to turn back now. You’re here to help me, not stop me.” “…I would ask when did you become king, but I suppose that is a moot point, Your Majesty,” Sakabi muttered, the shaved lion bowing where he stood. Simba almost wished that they could talk him out of this. Despite Shenzi’s idea sounding good during the afterglow when they’d both been riding pleasure in the throne room, it felt…less than ideal, now. They stood outside the sealed cavern where Scar was kept, and here he was, about to walk inside and talk to his uncle. He looked over his shoulder at the hyena. Shenzi just smirked, giving him a thumbs-up, while Naka and Sakabi wore expressions ranging from concern to annoyance and regret. They had very little faith in the idea, and if he was honest with himself, he felt more on their side than Shenzi’s. The idea was simple: go in, talk to Scar, and see if the lion was really smart enough to start pulling some sort of intelligent rebellion. Shenzi had made his opinion clear: Scar was a lion with one trick that, while powerful, wasn’t something that he was smart enough to twist to a new one now that he’d been exposed. Simba was convinced that Scar was a dangerous, hyper-intelligent menace that would do a hundred horrible things before any of them could think of a way to stop the first one. [i]The only way that you’re going to find out if I’m right is to test it yourself, Prince-y.[/i] That was what Shenzi had said, and he hated how right the hyena was. The only way to find out if there was a real threat left in Scar was to go in there, talk to him, and see what happened. He gritted his teeth, rubbing his forehead as he braced himself. Despite just blowing his load, he could feel his balls churning as he remembered his uncle’s terrifying, arousing touch. He remembered the hand around his throat as he was fucked from behind. He remembered the toes on his lips and between his legs, showing him where he belonged. He remembered the countless humiliations of blowing his loads before other species as he was used by his uncle, and knowing that they would never, ever forget how he had been lowered to nothing but a slut. And there was still a tingle of humiliating arousal just thinking about what his uncle had done to him. His cock twitched, rising just enough to catch Sakabi’s eyes. His parent pointed down at it. “He’ll fall,” Sakabi said. “This is a terrible idea. If he breaks –” “We can save him,” Naka said. “We are barely holding on with him on the throne, Naka. If we breaks again, we have nobody that can hold the Pride together.” “And if he doesn’t do this, then he’ll never break free. For once, for [i]once,[/i] Simba wants to fight. And you’re going to tell him to be a coward and go back to the throne, and pretend that everything is okay?” “You don’t understand what Scar is like.” “And you don’t understand that just because [i]you[/i] broke doesn’t mean that everyone will.” Sakabi’s eyes went wide, but despite the slight regret on Naka’s face, Simba could tell that his bodyguard didn’t truly feel that much grief about saying it. And for all that he wished that he could have spared his parent the pain of that statement…he didn’t disagree with Naka. This had become a battle, a war that he had to fight, and if he just kept running away, he would never find the ease that he sought. “I’m going to do this,” he said before the argument could flare up again. “You three are here to step in if I start listening to Scar too much. If he starts getting too convincing, if I look like I’m going to bend, then you step in and pull me out. No matter what I say, no matter what he’s doing, pull me out of there. “But if I am holding my own…stay here. Even if I get hurt, stay here. Understand?” “…I hate this,” Sakabi muttered. “But I’ll listen. Your Majesty.” “Hey, it’s my idea. I’m happy to do it the way that we discussed,” Shenzi said. “I will follow your orders, my King.” Naka bowed his head before moving to the rock blocking the cavern. His bodyguard gave him a respectful nod, then pushed it out of the way. As soon as the low light of the tunnels fell into the darkness of the cavern, Simba could feel his uncle on the other side. The darkness hid an air of menace that seeped free, tendril-like, in invisible fashion and seized hold of him by the hands, the ankles, the throat. He shivered, taking a step forward and forcing himself to stop in the doorway. “Scar.” “Come in, Simba. It’s been so long since I’ve been allowed to [i]hear[/i] anyone…come in…come in, and let me see how the last few days have treated you.” A tremor ran down his spine at the sound of his uncle’s smooth voice, and it ended with a tingle right at the head of his rising cock. He refused to look at his supporters; the cavern had sealed his uncle’s power inside it with him, and he probably didn’t know that there were others that had come along. No point in letting him know now. Simba stepped forward into the darkness. He still couldn’t see, but he could hear, and he heard his uncle’s body moving. He heard the soft rush of blood and heat, and he could hear the soft touch of flesh on flesh as his uncle teased himself. Simba bit off a gasp, keeping himself as calm and quiet as possible. “So, you come to see your old uncle,” Scar said, chuckling. “And here I thought that I would rot away in this little prison. Are you so eager to gloat over your uncle’s defeat? Or have you decided to finally put me on trial?” “I’m here for my own reasons,” Simba muttered. “Are you now? And are those reasons purely political…or do they have something to do with how hard you are, Simba?” A tail tuft flicked out of the darkness, the little fur on the tip tickling just under the head and sending another shiver down his spine. He thrust his hips forward for a moment, but… But something was lacking. Something wasn’t quite there this time. Oh, physically, it was just as potent as ever, but something else was gone. Something that…that wasn’t pushing him to just give in the same way as before. In a way, Simba almost felt disappointed. There had been…a need, he supposed, something that he had buried and tried to forget, but a need nonetheless to feel that sort of domination again. He wasn’t feeling it now, and he wasn’t sure that he would. “I’m here because I needed to see you.” “Needed to see me, Simba? Why, whatever for?” “To know whether you were as scary as I thought you were.” “…” “But now that I hear you again…I don’t know.” “You were scared of me before, Simba?” Scar chuckled. “You had nothing to be scared of. I was handling everything for you, making sure that a prince that didn’t know what he was doing didn’t have to make any decisions. All you had to do was what I told you to do.” There was a weight, then, a weight that pushed down on Simba’s shoulders as the presence of his uncle moved in the dark. He could almost see the red and black fur shifting around, feel the eyes of his sinister uncle moving closer and closer. “You wanted to give in, remember? You wanted someone else to make it so you never had to make another mistake. Don’t you remember that?” “…I do,” Simba said. “And it was so good when you felt me taking that from you…removing one bit of responsibility after another…shoving you further and further down…So far from the throne that I’m amazed that you ever remembered what it looked like.” Simba closed his eyes as he felt Scar’s hand on his shoulder, remembering just that. To look up at his uncle, to be spread out on the floor, cock oozing over the stone and dripping away with every last touch from above. The throne had been a distant consideration back then…and it still felt so onerous now. “You could just let it go. You know that your father had it wrong…that my brother was being an idiot in so many ways…” “…I could.” “Let me take the throne again. We can spin that story however you like. It can be a mistake, a little error in judgment, a family misunderstanding. After all, who knows the needs of lions better than ourselves?” Scar chuckled. “Let me out again, and we’ll settle this so you never have to worry your little head about that ever again.” Simba thought about it. For a few seconds, he honestly considered what it would mean for the Pride Lands if Scar were to get out again. To have the throne, to have that power, to reach out for the Outlanders. He considered it… And then, he chuckled. The hand on his shoulder twitched, claws almost pricking him before he nudged it away. Simba turned to the shadow in the dark, shaking his head. “You know…I thought that I’d be tempted when I came to talk to you. I thought that you’d be a monster, something I couldn’t resist. I thought that, if I saw you again, you’d be able to make me do whatever you wanted, because it would sound so much better than a responsible life.” “…” “You’re nothing but one man with one trick, and I already know how to deal with that. You’re not a monster, or even someone I should be afraid of. You’re a perverted old man with one little idea that doesn’t know how to change.” “Simba –” “I’ll figure out what to do with you later. For now, you can stay here until I figure out how to handle you properly.” He turned his back on the darkness, and such was his uncle’s shock that Scar didn’t say a thing until he’d left the cavern. Whatever the old lion had to say, it was muffled by the rock Naka rolled back into place. “He…he couldn’t touch you,” Sakabi whispered. “How –” “Shenzi was right,” Simba said. “Scar only knows one way to dominate someone else, and the minute it doesn’t work, he doesn’t know how to change it up. I changed, he didn’t, and…that’s all there is to it.” “…I don’t know what to say. I just…I don’t…” “I do.” Naka took Simba’s hand from behind, turning the prince around. The two lions looked each other in the eye for a moment, then Naka leaned in and pulled him into an embrace. He hugged the other lion back. “You fought him, and you won. Congratulations; you’re as much a fighter as me, now, heh.” Simba chuckled. It was awkward, weird, and completely focused on fighting over everything else, but that was Naka to a T. There was no getting away from that when you were dealing with his bodyguard. Naka just…did that. But it was nice to be accepted. It was like something had finally changed between them; they could acknowledge each other in a way that they never could during the training that they went through. Now, they were more or less on an equal basis with each other, and things were good. When they let go, Sakabi bit his lip, then sighed. “I guess I have to ask. What now?” “What do you mean, what now?” “I mean, what do we do with him? What do we do with the hyenas? What do we do with everything? You…you aren’t going to be like Mufasa, and…” “And what?” Simba asked. “I have to be okay with that. I have to…let go of Mufasa and everything that he did, everything that he was. I have to…I have to let you be King, even if I don’t know what that means.” “Well, first…” He glanced at Shenzi. The hyena arched an eyebrow, and Simba chuckled. “Well, first, I think I need to take some time to think. I have…well, I have an idea, and it’s going to change the Pride Lands forever. So, I want to take some time to think it out, and then, I’ll call everyone in to talk about it. If it’s going to affect everyone, then everyone should have a say in it.” “Everyone?” Shenzi asked. “Yes, everyone. And that means you, too. And if anyone wants to argue about that, they can argue with me.” Nobody did. Simba smiled; for once, he finally felt like he was on the right track. He just hoped that he was right. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b] Summary: Simba deals with a fear so he can move forward. 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