[b][u][center]A Gay Lion King Parody
Epilogue
Sponsored by Johnzaloog
By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]
 
 
 
 
 



It took three months, but it was done. Simba stood at ramp leading down from Pride Rock with the weight of the world off his shoulders, watching as the gnu and the other species of the Pride Lands made their way into the interior. One representative from each tribe made their way into the dark, passing into the old caverns that had been the halls of lions until that point. To see someone else go inside, to know that they were going in to make decisions that would affect all of the Pride Lands, gave him a strange feeling. Happy, in some ways, and slightly violated in others, but he was used to that by now. There was nothing wrong with change, so long as that change kept pushing things forward for most people.

“It’s…going to take a while to get used to that,” Naka said at his side. “I still don’t know if it’s right.”

“But you know it’s not wrong,” Simba said, chuckling.

“That is true.”

“You’re going to get used to it. We kinda have to; I don’t think that this is something that we can take back.”

“Heh, much as Sakabi wished otherwise.”

Simba chuckled. Sakabi hadn’t been entirely happy about his decision, but in the end, his father’s Chosen had gone along with it. He was relieved, honestly; the former Chosen didn’t have the same reach that he once did, but he could have fought back against the decision to open up the Pride Lands the way that Simba had, and that would have gone down very badly with all the other species.

Instead, he remembered that Sakabi had retired, going off with some of the other traditional lions to find a place in the Pride Lands where they could live the way that they chose. It would be a harder life for them, Simba imagined; now that the other species were getting more of a taste of power, he imagined that most lions would have to do a lot of adjustments to keep a good standard of living. Those that lived outside of the core of the Kingdom would have it even harder, considering that they’d be at the fringe of all the development that they’d do together.

But it was their choice, and he would let them have it.

“How’s Sarakiba doing?” Simba asked.

“Better.”

“Just…better?”

“Shenzi and Rafiki said that it would take time for him to recover completely,” Naka said, shrugging. “But recover he will. And…he is very eager to take the lead now that you and Scar are stepping down, and with Sakabi leaving.”

That was good. Simba had thought long and hard about who should lead the Pride once he left. Scar was out of the question, and Sakabi would be too tempted to lean on tradition, considering the decisions his parent had pushed during his short regency. Naka was too much of a militant lion, too eager to fight without someone holding him back, but Sarakiba…

Wanton One or not, that lion had managed to remember his purpose, and had been there through thick and thin for the Pride. Before Scar, Sarakiba had never let them down, always coming back rather than giving in to the need that burned inside him. After…well, it was possible that Sarakiba was the only one that Scar never fully conquered. He’d helped Simba and the others at the pass, and had been there to welcome him home.

Once the lion recovered, he would keep the pride from reaching too far, too fast, and he would go a long way toward keeping them in line with the other tribes. There would be no return to the monarchy under that one.

“Just make sure that you support him,” Simba said. “I think he’ll need it.”

“[i]That[/i] I can do.”

“…I’ll miss you.”

“Heh. It does figure, doesn’t it?” Naka said, shaking his head. “We finally reach the point where we can be friends – where I can respect you – and then you decide to drop the whole royalty thing.”

“Hey, to be fair, you dropped the whole formality of our relationship just when we’re splitting up.”

“Maybe that says something. I don’t know.”

“It says that we can be who we want to be, I guess,” Simba said, shaking his head as he looked back at the Rock. “Things don’t have to stay the same. We can be…whatever we have to be.”

“And I have to be a soldier, and you –”

“I have to be me.”

“Not a prince. Not a king. Just…you.”

Simba shrugged. Naka had been one of many that had pushed for him to stay as the king, or at least as the one that would stand for the pride among the many others that came to the Rock. He had turned that down; anyone that stood for the old monarchy would bring too much weight to the discussions of how to rule the Kingdom, and that would defeat the whole point of bringing all the other tribes to the table.

It was the only decision that he could think to make at the time. Mufasa had ruled the land with a distant kindness, but that distance had always favored the lions to an extent. Not to the degree that it made them immune to consequences, but enough for all the other tribes to know who was in charge.

Then Scar had come along. His uncle had some decent ideas, giving power to the commons for a while, and if he hadn’t been planning to bring the Outlanders in, there might have been an argument to leave him in power. He was, at least, transitioning some of that governance to the other species. They would have had a chance to start building a place for themselves in the Kingdom, and the Pride Lands would have belonged to more than the lions.

But that had fallen through, too. His uncle had been too focused on his ego, on proving himself as good or better than Mufasa. That had always been doomed from the start.

[i]All kings are doomed from the start,[/i] he thought.

Giving power to all the tribes, making all species equally capable of making decisions, was the only way forward. He’d declared that all species that were willing to throw in and join under the new alliance would have a seat at the table. They would come to the Rock and they would make decisions every month about what was happening in the Kingdom, and they would be the ones that voted on what happened.

The pride would have one vote. Just one. They would not be able to swing anything compared to the twelve others that joined the alliance.

“Think anyone’s going to miss me?” Simba asked.

“Probably not.”

“Probably not,” he agreed.

“You did take away all their rights and privileges in one fell swoop.”

“I just made them equal to everyone else. Everyone else came up; we didn’t really go down.”

“That’s not how it feels to them.”

“They’ll get used to it.”

“And if they don’t, I’ll make sure that they know where they can go,” Naka said, shaking his head. “Sakabi’s settlement will be good for something. A retirement home for malcontents, if nothing else.”

“As long as they don’t turn into their own kind of Outlanders, that’s fine with me.”

He turned to his former bodyguard. Naka turned to meet his eye, and the pair of them just stared at each other for a moment. He wanted to give his old…heavens, he didn’t even know what to refer to Naka as anymore. Bodyguard, acquaintance, not quite a friend but far from just a soldier. There were so many complicated things that they were to each other, and all of it had been formed by trauma, by trials and tribulations, and by the laws that were no longer in effect.

Simba slowly reached out, regardless, and he pulled the other male into his arms. They hugged, chest to chest, and thumped each other’s backs.

“Heh. Will I see you again?” Simba asked.

“…I hope so, sir,” Naka replied, a weak smile at the corner of his mouth. “I hope so.”

[i]But you don’t expect to,[/i] Simba thought. He could still feel and see the fears of others, and he could feel Naka’s trembling at the corner of his being. That the world had changed, and that he feared what would happen next. His once-bodyguard wasn’t sure what would happen with the world, and he feared that he might not be able to forgive Simba if it went bad.

Simba took that and nodded, patting Naka on the shoulder one last time before turning away from him. Life had to change; sometimes, the things that you wanted to stay the same just couldn’t. They would have to see what happened going forward, but he would hope. It was really all that he could do with everything that changed.

“Oh. One last thing,” Naka said.

“Hmm?”

“What happened to that meerkat and warthog?”

“Those two.” Simba chuckled. “They went on a pleasure tour all around the Pride Lands while we were figuring everything out. They came and said goodbye earlier today; they’re heading back home now that they’ve tried everything.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it,” Simba said, shrugging. “I didn’t expect them to hang around. They had a good life out there, and they left that behind to help me, and you. I imagine that they’re going to be getting back to whatever they were doing and forget all about us before long.”

It was a bit of a sad thought, but it could have been worse. They were willing to come and fight if it came down to it, and they hadn’t had to. He’d miss them, and he hoped that he’d have the chance to see them again, but that would be for the future. For now, he had obligations to keep, and those obligations demanded a bit of a long walk to get to them. Simba looked over his shoulder one last time, tossed Naka a wave, and turned his attention to the long ramp down from the Rock.

It was incredibly freeing to put the Rock behind him again, and this time, he felt none of the pull that it had always had before. Putting princehood and monarchy behind him had taken the weight of responsibility from him, too, and he’d never realized just how much he needed that [i]gone.[/i] There’d been an illusion of its departure while he had been staying with Timon and Pumbaa, but that had never been more than the barest imagining of what the reality was. Back then, he’d still wondered what was happening and thought about what could go wrong, but now –

[i]It’s not my problem.[/i]

It really wasn’t. All the problems of the Kingdom were in the hands of the new council, Sarakiba, and Naka. There was nothing that he had to think about, nothing that he had to worry about.

All he had to do was live.

Well, live and one other thing, but that was relatively minor, and he was already on his way to that. Each footstep carried him further from the Rock, and the further from it he went, the more that he thought about the life ahead, and the more that his cock started to throb between his legs.

#

It was a walk that took him almost six hours, broken up by two short breaks on the way for water and food. One had involved a short interlude with a zebra, but it had not gone as far as Simba might have liked at one time. A little bit of play, a little mutual masturbation, and then they’d been on their way. Certainly not enough to satisfy him after all the other experiences that he’d had.

But it was enough to keep him focused until he reached his destination. The walls of spiked sticks that stood out from the hyena camp were familiar to him, as were the banners of red and brown that stood out over the walls. The raucous laughter of the spotted males inside already filled the air, and Simba chuckled as he approached the entrance to their new camp.

No sooner had he reached it than some of the hyenas gathered spotted him and laughed in greeting. Some of the warriors jogged out to greet him, jostling him about and giving him playful shoves. He pushed back, caught up in the laughter that they had, until one familiar male stepped forward.

“Heh, ol’ Prince-y graces us with his presence at last,” Banzai said, smirking. “And here I thought you were going to chicken out on giving us that ass that you promised.”

“I gave you everything else, didn’t I?”

“Oh, you got us a spot in the Pride Lands, and you damn well made sure that you got us some good shit, but I didn’t think that you’d go through with this. Heh, you miss all that hyena dicking?”

“Mmm, I think I’m going to be giving as much as taking; you know how Shenzi is,” Simba said with a wink.

“Oh ho ho! Look at that, the lion’s got some balls on him, after all!”

The crowd of hyenas laughed, and Banzai stepped closer, wrapping an arm around his shoulder and leading him into the camp. The new ringed set of tents was a far cry from the old settlement that they’d had in the Elephant Graveyard, and it was set up right beside the clean water of a good river, something that Simba had worked hard to get them during the initial negotiations. Not all the hyenas were here, of course – some were volunteering to stay back at the Graveyard, keeping an eye on the border, and a small delegation had gone to the Rock for the meeting – but most of them were here.

And all of them remembered him. His cock kept rising as he walked through the camp, hearing them muttering to each other.

“That the slut prince?”

“Hey, shut up. That slut got us out of the Graveyard.”

“Got Scar sent off somewhere too. Wasn’t that guy –”

“Shenzi explained it. Ain’t the patriarch’s fault if you weren’t listening.”

“I’m getting some lion ass tonight.”

“Heh, you take his ass, I’ll see if he can use those feet properly.”

“I’d like to see how he’d look with some yeen cum over that muzzle of his.”

“Sounds like everyone’s got it in for me,” Simba whispered to Banzai. “You been spreading rumors about me or something?”

“Heh, didn’t have to. Everyone remembers that time that you came to visit before. All that slutting it up in the Graveyard, and you think we’d forget about how this ass feels?”

Simba certainly hadn’t forgotten that, but Banzai’s fingers rubbing under his tail was a nice little reminder, all the same. He smiled as he felt those gray-furred digits rubbing against his pucker, wiggling between his cheeks and grinding on him. His cock throbbed up that little bit more at the intimate touch, and his steps slowed.

It was hard not to think of sex around all the hyenas. They were raucous and nasty compared to the lions, their natural musk filling the air with a thick layer of sweat and more. He could smell cum and sex all over the place, and he chuckled as he spotted some of the hyenas outright jerking off as he walked by. They muttered to each other with their random fantasies in a way that lions never would, and…

Well, it made him thankful that this was his first posting.

Banzai went as far as sliding one finger inside, rubbing his prostate, and Simba growled in playful pleasure. He reached out and squeezed the hyena’s balls gently, rubbing them against the palm of his hand.

“Heh, trying to cut in line?” Simba asked.

“We both know Shenzi wouldn’t give two shits if you were late for this.”

“Heh, but he would mind if you stole the first load.”

“Heh, fucking slut thinks I’m gonna let him cum while I fuck him?”

“You think that you’re good enough to fuck a load out of me without my permission?”

“HA! Fuck, you didn’t have that kind of spine when you showed up last time, Prince-y – Simba, heh. Where’d that come from?”

“I guess it just grew up when I didn’t have the full weight of the Kingdom crushing it down all the time.”

“Well, wherever it came from, have fun. Shenzi’s right down the other end of the camp. Good luck getting there without getting jumped.”

Simba knew that wasn’t a real concern. The hyenas were completely debauched compared to most of the other species in the Pride Lands, but they weren’t so bad as that. They were happy, though, happy as could be, and while that would eventually fade, it was comforting to see them differently.

[i]Goes to show what giving someone what they need can do,[/i] he thought as he walked through the camp of leather tents, bone supports, and wooden walls. [i]Living in a graveyard all their lives, and then finally allowed to live here? Scar wouldn’t even have gone that far, but here they are, living their best lives, and all because of me.[/i]

It would go a long way toward keeping them peaceful in the Pride Lands, he imagined. So long as they were allowed to be equal with the other species, they would not make any trouble that they didn’t have to.

And more than that, he could feel that they were genuinely grateful. He could still [i]hear[/i] that as he walked through the camp, just as he had heard Naka’s fears before they parting. They felt happy, they felt ecstatic about the new shift in life, and they were so far removed from the angry, grumbling creatures that they had been that he almost wondered if he had come to the wrong place.

But once he arrived at Shenzi’s tent, once he got that familiar scent in his nose, he knew that he had come to the right place. There was only one male that smelled like that: bitter-sweet, hot and wet, warm and wanton, all with that slight aged scent wrapped around it that promised a wonderful experience. That was Shenzi in a nutshell.

He stepped under the little fur-wrap that kept the wind out, not surprised to find the patriarch of the hyenas sprawled out on his bed, idly fingering himself. The hyena looked up at him with a small smirk, then lowered his head back to the bed.

“Finally. I was thinking that you’d changed your mind.”

“Nah. Just got a little sidetracked.”

“Heh, I saw. That zebra seemed quite keen.”

“He was very…you were watching?”

“Gotta keep an eye on my investment.”

“…Been watching anything else?”

“You’re still worried about your uncle?”

Loathe as he was to admit it, Simba slowly nodded. He didn’t want to think too hard about his uncle, but at the same time, it was impossible to deny that there was still a small concern about whether their plan for him would work out in the end. Just because the tricks didn’t work on him –

“Come here.”

Shenzi patted his bed, and Simba sat down beside the older hyena. Shenzi took a deep breath before slowly reaching out with his hands. Old mud stained his fingers as he drew a circle in the air, and a faint, misty image took form. It was so ghostly that it almost disappeared with any light on the other side, and the hyena clearly struggled to hold it together, but he saw his uncle.

Scar was being led along by an elephant and a zebra, both of them smirking as they took turns slapping the lion’s ass. The older male was growling and hissing at both of them, but body-paint that had been layered on by both Rafiki and Shenzi kept him aroused, horny and dripping as he walked through the rockier areas of the Pride Lands. A leash around his neck kept him from pulling away, and the two captors were whispering to each other. Or at least, their voices were so quiet that they seemed to be whispering to Simba.

“They look…content,” he said.

“Scar won’t be, but they’ll be happy.”

“Where are they taking him?”

“Oh, that’s something I’m keeping to myself,” Shenzi said, chuckling as he waved his hands and dismissed the image. “No need for you to worry about him.”

“Nobody will fall for his tricks?”

“Everyone around him has been wanting to fuck that ass for years. They want to put him in his place, they want to teach him a lesson, all that good stuff.”

“…They won’t fall for his tricks?” Simba repeated.

“Kid. Look. I know what he can do. Stars know I was dealing with him trying it on me for years. But that means I know what he does. If you aren’t interested in that, if you’re really just interested in the other shit, then that means that he can’t get in your head and tempt you. And all that writing on him will keep him too horny to think about anything new.”

“You’re sure?”

“Positive.”

It was a small thing, but it was still enough to release some of the fear that had come back. He’d been forcing himself not to think about Scar for longer than he realized, and he hadn’t thought that it had been affecting him that much. Yet, just like leaving the crown behind had taken the weight of the Pride Lands off his shoulders, having Scar dealt with meant that he could move on from that.

And move on he would. He scooted a bit closer to the hyena in bed, feeling that thick rump pressed near him. It was just as wide as he remembered it being, and as plush. Shenzi chuckled as he fondled it.

“Heh, you think that you’re in charge just because you’re the one doing the fucking?” the hyena leader asked.

“Not in the slightest.”

“Good boy. You’ll be a nice little royal representative while you’re with us as long as you keep up that attitude.”

“Heh. How’s it feel to have a royal cushion?” he asked, unable to pull his hands away.

“Better than I thought, less than I fantasized about.”

“I’ll have to make you feel better, then.”

As the hyena chuckled, Simba smiled. Of all the changes that had come about, this was probably his second-favorite one after putting down the crown in the first place. Rather than staying at Pride Rock, he would travel between the different tribes, moving on every so often so that each one got the benefit of keeping him around. While he doubted that his presence or his knowledge would add any weight to what someone said at the meetings, it would keep him from becoming a person of interest to any one tribe.

Those were the political reasons of his moving around, at least. The other ones, of course, involved being very intimate with all the other species in the Pride Lands. He had many fantasies of that, and he was quite happy that he would be able to start with the group that he had learned some of his true leanings from.

“You know, it’s interesting,” Simba said as Shenzi rolled onto his stomach and pushed his ass back. “I think…I learned something from you.”

“What’s that?”

“You’re able to be in charge while just…taking it all the time. It doesn’t matter to you whether you’re getting stuffed full or not; you’re still in charge.”

“Heh, you had to learn that?”

“My father was the King,” Simba said, shaking his head. “And Scar used the whole bottoming thing as a way of keeping me under control. It’s…hot to be the one that’s weaker, less capable, and have that come out with being on the bottom, but –”

“But it’s not who you are, is it, hon?”

“No. I’m not…weak.”

“Nah. You just like to play that you are, sometimes.”

Nodding, he spread those luscious cheeks. The pucker waiting for him had been used time after time, both by hyenas and other species. Shenzi had been quite lurid in the various details that he’d shared during the last few months, teasing about the zebras and elephants that he’d chase down for a dicking while waiting for Simba to come around as his personal cushion. That hole looked like it had taken one hell of a beating, but that was fine.

It was going to take more.

Simba buried his face between the hyena’s ass cheeks. The usual bitter-sweaty smell was just as strong as usual, and he groaned as he sniffed it up before pressing his lips to that hole. Shenzi growled under him, and Simba smirked.

[i]Time to give him some fun.[/i]

The former prince stuck out his tongue, dragging it along the wrinkled flesh of that eager hole, diving inside before pulling his tongue back. The heated taste was something that he never entirely got tired of, and he kept thrusting his tongue forward, in, out, in, out, always going that little bit deeper before dragging it back again.

It didn’t take long before Shenzi was groaning into his pillow, pushing his rump back and bending his legs. Simba shifted his position just enough to let his partner’s feet get in place, and –

“Mmmph!”

There they were, pressing to either side of his cock, slowly stroking along the sides as he humped forward. Thrust, thrust, thrust went his dick, and Shenzi growled as his tongue went further in, his fingers keeping the cheeks spread.

He panted as he tongued out that hole, digging in for a few seconds before pulling his tongue out and lathering the ring with more attention. Flick, lick, lap, thrust down that hole again, spreading it out a little bit and flicking the tip of his tongue against that little nub further in, only to pull out and tease the rim once more. He sealed his lips around that hole and sucked gently, dragging the flesh of the pucker out just a little bit, making it more inflamed, before he thrust his tongue inside.

He focused so hard on that just because Shenzi’s soft, sweaty soles felt so good on his cock. They milked him, teasing him, stroking him harder and faster with each passing minute, and it was hard not to think about how those dark, almost black soles would have looked around his shaft. They pumped from just under the head all the way to the base, and he could feel his pre-cum soaking them, making it harder and harder for him to ignore it as they got slicker, wetter, hotter around his shaft.

Lick.

Suck.

Thrust.

Hump.

He moaned despite himself, biting back the sounds as best he could as he rammed his cock between Shenzi’s feet and his tongue down that hole. The soft, contented groans overhead were great, but he could already feel that he was on the verge of being the first one to pop. The lion groaned, growling as he pulled his head back from Shenzi’s asshole.

“Mmmph. Change…change position.”

“Heh, what’s the matter? Getting too into it?”

“A little.”

“Heh, fine. We can do something different. How about I take a seat on that dick of yours again?”

“Mmmph…I hate how your feet are hotter than your ass.”

“It’s just what you like. And I love pushing your buttons.”

They rolled around, and Simba got on his back. Shenzi loomed over him, the bottom-heavy hyena looking all the hotter as he straddled the lion’s lap. It was…quite a thing to look up at a hyena with a cock slightly smaller than his – a rare thing of late – and know that he wasn’t going to get fucked the usual way.

Shenzi sat down, all but crushing Simba’s cock beneath his rump. He slid back, the head poking against that familiar piece of hot flesh, but before it slid in, Shenzi leaned back and balanced on the lion’s thighs. He brought one leg up –

“Mmmph!”

And shoved one foot right in Simba’s face. The lion had barely taken a breath before his cock pulsed, squirting a little glob of pre-cum right on the hyena’s hole.

“Heh, still such a hair trigger.”

“Mmph…that’s not fair.”

“You’re our guest, Simba. That means that we set the rules.”

“Mmmph…how long until I’m going to be in a gangbang, then?”

“I don’t know. Probably when you earn it.”

“Come on.”

“Ah, ah, ah. If you can’t satisfy me, what makes you think that you can satisfy the rest of the camp?”

“…Point taken.”

“Now.” Shenzi smirked, slowly stroking his soft, damp sole against Simba’s cheeks. “Hold on as long as you can; I’m going to ride this until I cum, and if you pop before I do, I’m going to keep going anyway.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Good.”

The usual little ‘squelch’ followed a half-second after, and Simba groaned as his shaft slid into a familiar, wet hole, one that was already loose for him and was slowly clenching down that much harder as he went deeper. The soft squeeze, suck, ripple feeling of the hyena’s inner walls left him shivering in pleasure.

Yet, it was still that foot grinding against his face between Shenzi’s slow hip-rolls that really got to him. His cheeks burned as he was kept on-edge by a musky hyena foot rather than that thick rump, but he was still enjoying himself more than he ever imagined that he would.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Always moving just a little deeper, always getting just a bit further in. The thick cheeks clapped every time that they came down against his hips, and he groaned as he felt Shenzi’s little unconscious squeezes around him. Despite the patriarch’s smirk, he could tell when the little twitches of that hyena dick came from actual bits of pleasure and when they were just a tease for him.

Up.

Down.

Up.

Down.

And as he settled into the rhythm, as he sucked on Shenzi’s toes when they were offered to him, Simba felt happy. He felt like he had finally found a place in life where he could actually accept himself for what he was. Not a king, not a vagabond, not an irresponsible wastrel, but someone that had actually done something for himself and others, and earned this bit of peace. He might not have made a land that his father would have been particularly proud of, but he had brought peace, and things were going to get better.

And now, he could enjoy himself.

 

 



 
[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]
 
Summary: THE END! We finally reach the end of the series, and thank you so much Johnzaloog for pushing it this far. Simba changes the Pride Lands and gets a new life for himself.
 
Tags: M/M, Rule 63, Lion, Hyena, Foot Fetish, Shenzi, Simba, Epilogue, Series, End, Pre-Cum, Rimming, Fingering, Teasing, Masturbation, Nudity, The Lion King, Lion King,