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A Gay Lion King Parody Chapter 2: Parental Care By Draconicon

Escorted by Naka on his left and Zazu in the air above, Simba had little choice about returning to Pride Rock for training. He rolled his eyes as they pushed him along, occasionally trying to break into a sprint before being pulled back to a slower pace.

"Come on, at least don't make me waste the whole morning," the prince said. "We could have been back there already if you just moved a little faster."

"Yeah? And would that mean taking a nap after exhausting yourself, hmm?" Naka asked with the usual insufferable smirk.

That had been the idea, though he couldn't exactly say that now. Instead, he smirked back, resting his hand on his hip.

"I'd need one while Sarakiba taught you a lesson for letting me get away. Your 'mom' warned you about what'd happen next time."

"You know he's a pain in the tail. If you won't go to training for yourself, at least stop getting me in trouble."

"Oh, like you mind. I heard you moaning on the other side of Pride Rock last time he caught you."

"You -"

"Simba! Naka!"

Zazu's prissy but all too loud voice called both naked lions to their senses before they started another fight. They turned to face forward as Zazu came in for a landing just in front of them, the slender bird bowing towards Pride Rock.

Simba's eyes darted down as they always did when the blue-feathered advisor bowed so flamboyantly, his eyes drawn to that rounded rump and the puckered hole just under the feathers. Always demanding attention, that thing, but never quite getting it. At least, not from any lion that he had ever seen.

But his eyes didn't rest there for long. Zazu's bow was explained seconds later as the hunters of the Pride ran down from the heights of the Rock, charging barefoot across rough rock and smooth stone in equal measure. They did not scream, as some warriors of the Pride Lands did, but moved in complete silence as they leapt from place to place.

He watched them in admiration as they darted about, some carrying spears while others carried ropes and weights, the hunters armed for anything that they might encounter in the Pride Lands. It was a show of magnificent, lifetime training, and he couldn't help but grin as he watched the tricks that they pulled with quiet, earned arrogance.

The shave-necked hunters all bowed their heads to him as they went by, each of them giving him at least a token gesture of respect for his position. He bowed in return, grinning all the while, waving at them as they ran off into the tall grass.

It wasn't until the procession of hunters had left that Zazu stood up again.

"A little extra respect would not go amiss, your highness," the bird said with a shake of his head.

"I'm the prince, Zazu; it's not like they mind bowing first."

"They will do so because of your father, your highness. When you become king, you will need to earn it, or you might very well end up one of the shaved ones."

Simba reached up to his neck, feeling the slight bristles that had started coming in. The idea of having anyone take that from him was, while not nightmarish, not a pleasant thought. He was the prince, after all; his father had birthed him specifically for this purpose.

Before he could think of anything to say in response, Naka grabbed him by the arm, trying to pull him toward Pride Rock. He yowled as he was pulled off-balance, forced to follow his bodyguard for a few steps before he got it back.

"Hey, hey, lemme go!" he growled before pulling his arm free. "What's the big idea?"

"Training, remember? We're due up there with Sakabi and Sarakiba. Do you want to be late for that?"

Considering that both of the lions were some of the toughest fighters that the Pride had, and that neither of them were shy about taking out their frustrations on their students if they were late, or did something stupid? He shivered. Just because Naka enjoyed the attentions of their teachers didn't mean that he would.

"Exactly. Come on."

Naka waved his hand, and Simba reluctantly followed.

They were halfway to the training grounds on the mid-level of the Rock when Sakabi came out to meet them. Simba's 'mother' - though all male, as every member of the Pride was - strode down with a smile on his face that verged on a smirk of his own, his hands on his hips as they swayed from side to side.

"Well, well, well. What brings my son to his lessons so late in the day?" he asked. "I could have sworn I told you to be here before the sun was halfway to its peak."

"Oh, well, I, uh, I just thought it'd be good to teach myself a few pouncing lessons."

"Pouncing lessons, hmm? And just what were you trying to pounce?"

"A zebra," he said, saying the first animal that came to mind.

Unfortunately, he also ended up reminding himself of his uncle's little...situation. The Prince's cheeks burned as he remembered the sight of his uncle pinning the zebra down, watching as Scar's feet pinned the zebra's sack beneath his claws, how the equine squirmed and panted, thrusting his head back and forth in a desperate attempt to swallow the other lion's cock.

His shaft twitched at the memory, and not entirely in a good way.

Simba shook his head, trying to find a way to cover the moment, but it was too late. Sakabi must have noticed, because his 'mom's' smile was gone. The older lion turned to Naka, nodding up the Rock.

"Sarakiba is waiting for you, hon. Why don't you go and get started?"

"But what about Simba?"

"I want to talk with him first. You go on ahead; we'll catch up."

"But -"

"Naka."

There was barely a shift in the way that his mom stood from one second to another, but Simba felt the change in the air. The naked lion had gone from a casual lean to a tense loom, leg muscles subtly bunched and ready for a pounce, fingers on the verge of twisting into claws.

It was more than enough to stop any argument in its tracks, and Naka was quick to dart up the Rock, leaving them alone. Sakabi shook his head, the tension leaving his limbs as he turned back to Simba. The half-smirk, half-smile returned.

"Come on, hon. I know the perfect spot."

There was no saying no to Sakabi. Shaven one or not, the lion that served as his mother was second in authority only to the King. Officially stated or not, one crossed the King's greatest concubine at their peril, whether they were prince or commoner.

So, he followed behind, his eyes dropping down to the shaven one's rump, and his cock twitched idly in response.

As prince, I could...

It was not uncommon for the various members of the Pride to lay with each other during the day and night once they were of age. More than once, Simba had heard the sounds of his father and one of the other lions enjoying one another, but he had not been allowed to see them. Not together, at least, though more than once he had seen the stained rumps and drenched thighs of his father's lovers, or his father's slippery shaft if he left the caverns first. And, of course, he had sometimes snuck around to get a view that he wasn't entirely allowed.

However, as much as his fantasizing had been running wild since his eighteenth birthday, he knew better than to broach the subject now. Sakabi might have been one of the shaven ones, and certainly did have to follow some of Simba's orders, but he had little doubt that his mother would be able to put him under his heel if he had to.

They walked around the back of the Rock, coming to a shaded spot that overlooked one of the small, narrow waterways that ran through the savannah below. The naked lion sat down, patting the rock beside him, and Simba joined the older feline.

They sat close to each other, Simba's left knee and Sakabi's right bumping one another as they looked out over the plains. The younger lion lowered his head, his eyes flicking from the grassy expanse of the Pride Lands to Sakabi's exposed dick.

It was not quite as big as his uncle's, but it was large enough to be imposing, and a little larger than his own. A slight blush rushed over his face as once more he was reminded of just what Scar had been doing.

He'd never seen anything like it. The way his uncle had been hurting the zebra - and there was no question that he'd been hurting the equine, not with the blood on his claws - should have been condemnation enough, but witnessing the weaker male being pinned, held down, used, commanded that way, abused and yet...

Man, he was so hard, he remembered, the zebra's cock popping up in his mind's eye as readily as his uncle's did. He wanted it...right? He said he wanted it but...

"You're staring at me like you'd stare at a lonely antelope, Simba," Sakabi chuckled. "Usually, that's how your father looks at me."

"Huh? Oh, uh..."

"Hehehe, it's alright." Sakabi took his hand and squeezed it gently, laying it on his knee and leaving it there. "What's troubling you?"

"I...saw something while I was sneaking around."

"Oh? And what did you see that bothered you so much?"

"I saw...Scar."

"...Oh?" Sakabi asked. "And what was he doing?"

"I...Mom, we're lions, so...the other tribes are supposed to do what we say, right?"

"That's usually how it works, yes."

"So...why was Scar forcing the zebra to play with him?"

Sakabi didn't quite whip his head around, but Simba could feel the tension in the air again, just like he had when Naka had been about to argue with the older lion. The prince tensed, too, hunching his shoulders and flicking his tail about. Whatever erection he had died right then and there.

"Tell me everything you saw, Simba."

"I didn't see much. I just...kinda snuck up on them," he said, kicking a pebble over the ledge. "You know? Just...wanted to see what the noise was. I thought maybe it might have been fun."

It was fun.

He pushed that voice out of his head, focusing on what he remembered.

"Scar was holding down one of the zebras, stepping on his balls to keep him there while he shoved his cock down the grass-eater's throat -"

Sakabi's slap across the back of his head wasn't entirely unexpected, but it still hurt. He winced as it left behind a bit of a bruise on impact, and he groaned as he looked up at his mother.

"What did I say?"

"That's the way your uncle talks. You don't talk about them like that in front of me, or in front of them."

"Sorry, mom."

"That's alright. Just don't do it again. What else did you see?"

Simba let the story unfold, shifting in place every time that the memories got a bit too strong and started making his cock twitch. He told Sakabi about the way that Scar's fingers were bloody at the end of it, as well as his toe claws, and he told him about how the zebra had claimed to like it.

Sakabi listened to it all, shaking his head.

"Your uncle has a dark side to him, Simba. He's been useful to your father in the past as a conniver; the mind of a thief is occasionally useful to the king. But don't let that fool you. Your uncle can be as evil as they come, and he shouldn't have done that. Did he see you? Say anything to you?"

"...No, mom."

It was a lie, and he barely kept from bracing himself as he expected a cuff across the shoulders at the very least. Sakabi had always sniffed out his lies before, and he expected this time to be no different.

But not this time. He looked up to see the older lion tapping his chin, looking out on the plains, too.

Did Uncle Scar do something that bad? he wondered. He knew that it was wrong to treat the other tribes that way, but to see his mom so disturbed...

Those like you and I will find pleasure in domination.

His uncle's breathy voice, low and deep and full of power and temptation, echoed within his skull. A shiver ran down his spine, and he was lucky that Sakabi was too distracted to notice. If the older lion had...

"Should I go to practice, Mom?" he asked.

"Hmm?"

"Should I go practice?"

"...Not yet. I need to talk to Naka, first. Why don't you go spend some time with your father, hmm?"

"You mean dad's free?"

"Heh, for the moment. You better hurry before someone claims his attention."

The prince was already gone. It was rare indeed for his father to not be busy with some ambassador or some member of the pride. If there was a chance for him to spend time with the King, he was going to take it.

As usual, Mufasa sat on top of Pride Rock, his legs hanging over the edge as he leaned back on his hands. The position was anything but royal, but so far above the land that he ruled, there was no one to see him being so undignified.

Simba was one of the few besides Zazu and Sakabi that were allowed at the top of the Rock, and as such, he was one of the few privileged to see the great king in anything but his most dignified of states. The young prince smiled as he rounded the steps leading up to the top of the Rock, chuckling at his dad's twitching tail.

"You know, someone could come up here and push you off one of these days," he said, coming to a stop at the top of the stairs. "Why don't you sit on the throne inside, instead?"

"Because then I can't see my people," his father said in his familiar deep, booming voice. The maned lion turned, giving a light bob of his head in invitation, and Simba jumped forward to sit by his father.

They'd not had a chance to be together for a long time. Ever since Simba had reached his fifteenth birthday, he'd found himself passed between the different shaven ones, taught how to fight, taught how to hunt, how to run the different parts of the kingdom. Zazu was his teacher as much as Sakabi was, and both had done their best, he knew, to teach him everything that they knew about how the Pride Lands worked.

But nobody gave him the same sort of feeling of...of respect and power that his father did.

Mufasa smiled at him again before looking out over the Pride Lands once more. Simba joined him, the two naked lions staring off into the sunlit lands, the light of the sun setting gradually painting the savannah with oranges and reds that left it looking ablaze with life and light.

It was beautiful, save for the one dark corner on the edge of the horizon. Simba's eyes flicked over to it, only to dart away immediately. Not before his father noticed, however.

"Curious again, son?" Mufasa asked.

"Come on, it's the only shadowy spot out there. How am I not gonna be curious about that?" he asked, gesturing at it.

"It's beyond our borders, son. It's where the scavengers live. We have our treaties with them, and they are to be left alone."

"But dad..."

"Heh, one day, perhaps, you'll go there with me. After all, before you become king, you'll need to make a deal of your own with them."

"Yeah, but that'll be forever from now," he said, kicking his legs back and forth as he leaned back. "You're gonna be king for a long, long time."

"I hope so, Simba. You still have a lot to learn."

"Heeeeeey."

"Heh." His father shook his head, crossing one leg over the other as he leaned back. "Tell me, son. Have you spent any time among the zebra?"

"Huh? No, not yet. I was gonna -"

"And the crocodiles?"

"Well, um, no..."

"Or the antelope, or the water buffalo, or the hippo?"

"..."

"They're all part of the Pride Lands, all part of the kingdom, and all part of the circle of life, Simba. If you are to be king, you will need to show yourself as king to each of them. The land might bow to you, as it does me, but that will mean nothing if the other tribes don't believe in you. They must wish you to be king as much as the pride does, or you will rule over nothing."

"I know, I know. It's just..."

He looked at the sun again, watching as it painted the lands with reds and oranges, streaking the world with the light of a dying fire. It was both beautiful and...well, if he was honest, intimidating.

Intimidating for all the land that it covered, for the many shadows that it created. He knew that, if he looked behind him, he would see that the Rock cast a shadow that reached as far as the eye could see, and further still, stretching out to cover all of the Pride Lands from where he sat. To think that, one day, he would have to not only rule that land, but to protect it...

Even as cocky as he could be, it was an intimidating thought. Add onto that what Scar had said...

Simba sighed, leaning his head against the older lion's shoulder.

"It's just a lot. Why don't you just tell everyone to get along?"

"Heh, if I could, I would."

"Come on, you're the king," he said, rolling his eyes and bumping his head against his father's upper arm. "They gotta do whatever you want."

"Heh, there's more to being a king than getting your way all the time."

"There's more?"

"Simba."

Mufasa chuckled, leaning back just as the prince was about to do his next little head-bump, and the younger lion tumbled right into his father's lap. His mouth barely missed being impaled on the king's shaft, instead kissing the older lion's sack.

Simba blushed, but didn't pull up too quickly. Instead, he rolled over, letting himself rest there, rolling his head around until the king's shaft was under his head, just another part of the crotch pillow.

No sooner had he gotten comfortable than the king stroked his head. It was a soft, gentle thing, a petting motion that ran down from his forehead to the back of his neck, one that lifted his head gently, then let him sag back down slightly. Each stroke made him feel more and more relaxed, and he sighed in happy comfort.

"As king, you must learn to look after the lands. I've been given a great power, and you'll be given the same when you take my place. That power isn't a gift, Simba. It's a tool, one that you're trusted to use responsibly. I know you can do it, son. I know you can do it."

The young prince smiled, his eyes closed and relaxed as the sun continued its slow fade towards the horizon. The soft petting from his father lulled him towards sleep, but he resisted the pull rather than falling into it. It was just too good to slide away from just yet, no matter how much it helped him relax.

Slowly, he managed to open one eye, looking up at the King once more.

"Dad?"

"Yes, son?"

"I love you."

"Heh, I love you too, Simba."

His father leaned down and they exchanged a gentle nuzzle, one that brushed their cheeks against each other and their noses as well. His father's mane hung over him, soft and a bit damp from the day, a comforting smell of the older male lingering over him.

Then the moment passed, and Mufasa gently nudged him to sit up. Simba sighed, doing as he was told, and pulled himself to his feet. He stretched his arms over his head -

Then jumped as a light smack to his rump jolted him from his relaxed state.

"Hey! What was that for?" he asked, turning around as he rubbed his rump.

"You're of age now. That means that your training is going to start taking a different sort of turn," Mufasa said, shaking his head as he looked down at the prince's shaft. "You've learned how to use your hands and feet, your head and muscles. Now you will start learning how to use this."

"Really? You're gonna teach me that?"

"The King cannot submit so easily, Simba. Sakabi and Naka will teach you, to start. But after a few months, when you're ready, perhaps I'll show you some of the more advanced techniques."

"But daaaaaaaad."

"You'll see your old man at work one day, Simba. I promise you that. For now, you'll have to learn on your own."

"Come on. You can take a few minutes. I bet I'll surprise you."

"Simba."

There it was. That soft note of exasperation. Yes, it was covered over in love, and there was much affection to his name, but it was there. That note that said that he had overstayed his welcome and that he should be somewhere else. The young prince sighed, nodding.

"Yes, dad."

"We'll have more time together soon. I promise."

"Yeah, dad. I know."

Simba turned, hesitating only for a second as he felt the Rock stir beneath his feet. He knew that meant that his father was reaching out as only the King could do, touching the power of the Pride Lands. If he turned around, he would see his father doing something that only the King could do, whether it was changing the rocks at his feet or even floating slightly from the ground.

Yet, he didn't turn to look. He had been dismissed, and even Simba knew when he had pushed it as far as he could. He kept walking, slowly descending the Rock, returning to the rest of the pride.

He found Naka and Sakabi sparring, just as he'd expected, and the two of them turned to face him as soon as he rounded the corner. The covered area of the Rock, just under the main piece of stone that jutted out over the savannah, was shady and cool compared to every other part of the pride's home, save for the caves that the King normally ruled from. Despite that, his bodyguard and his mom were both covered in sweat, their fur slick and shiny.

Considering that he had come up behind Naka and had been given a perfect view of that shiny rump on the way forward, he couldn't help but feel a slight rise down below. His crotch tightened as his shaft lifted up, and the urge to touch came back.

He ignored it, clearing his throat.

"Just finished talking with the King."

"Good," Sakabi said. "I'll be going up to talk to him myself in a moment."

"I don't know if he's still there. He was doing the thing."

"Oh..."

He was surprised at how worried the older lion looked, particularly with something that seemed so minor to him. Sakabi looked up at the Rock above them, then sighed.

"Well, there's no help for it. I'll see if I can find him. Naka, show him some of the techniques I was teaching you. We will start with the new training tomorrow morning. Did the King tell you about that?"

"Uh, yeah. Are we really gonna..."

"Do it? Only if you can pin me," Naka said, smirking. "Otherwise, I get to do it to you."

His bodyguard smirked, flexing his hips and thrusting his shaft forward a few times. Simba half-glared, half-smirked in return, reaching down and grabbing his own member by the base and giving it a good squeeze.

"I think we both know who's going to end up on top when it really counts."

"Me," Naka said. "As usual."

"Hey, we haven't even tried that sort of thing yet."

"Yeah, and when we do, I'm going to win agaaaaain."

"Oh yeah?"

They leaped for each other, doing the same thing that they always did, but this time, Sakabi was there to stop them. The older lion leaped between the two, catching them both by the scruff of their neck, and pulled them apart. He held them aloft, just barely above where their toes could touch the ground until the pair of them went limp.

"I said for you to teach him the new techniques, Naka, not to start bragging."

"Ha!" Simba laughed.

"And you, son. You aren't learning those techniques until tomorrow. If I hear that you and Naka were trying that before you were allowed..."

"Ha!" Naka laughed back.

Sakabi dropped them, shaking his head.

"Honestly, what am I supposed to do with you two?"

"You can let them fight it out, I suppose."

Simba, Naka, and Sakabi all turned as one as the source of the new voice walked into view. Slightly curvier than Sakabi and with bone piercings through his nipples, Sarakiba was a vision of sensual masculinity, one that was obviously more inclined to bend over rather than to stand tall. His cock was weighted down by several stones that were wrapped about the head, and the rumors about the pride said that the shaven lion was one of the wanton ones, lions that would bend over for anything, even the prey that they were supposed to hunt.

"Where were you?" Sakabi asked. "You were supposed to be here to teach Naka."

"I had a better offer. And you?" It was only then that Sarakiba seemed to notice him, turning to look at the prince. "Ah, it's good to see you again, Simba. I imagine that you're looking forward to your new training tomorrow."

Before Simba could say anything, Sakabi patted him on the butt, nudging him to leave. A glance back gave him a similar experience to the note in his father's voice, exasperation, but of a visual sort rather than an audible one.

He knew when he wasn't welcome, for all that he was prince of the Pride Lands. With a sigh, he joined Naka in the run down the rock, the pair of them already wordlessly planning a prowl through the long grasses until the moon drove them back to the caverns of the Rock.

Once he was alone with Sarakiba, Sakabi sighed.

"What am I going to do with them? What am I going to do with you?" he asked.

"What do you mean, what are you going to do with me?" Sarakiba chuckled. "I'm doing just fine out there."

"Wanton one."

"Merely honest, chosen of the King."

Sakabi shook his head. For all that he was the concubine of choice of the King, it only gave him unofficial power, and Sarakiba was very good at ignoring that sort of thing when it was more advantageous to him. The number of times that Sakabi had found the other lion in the middle of being rutted by not one, but groups of prey animals, or worse, allowing the relatives of Rafiki to place more symbols of sluttiness upon him...

It didn't matter, for now. For all that Sarakiba bothered him, they were closer than most of the pride, far closer than the other shaven ones were. They had shared the King on a number of occasions, and if Mufasa was busy, then this one was the only lion that he could turn to.

"There's a problem with Scar."

Sarakiba blinked, shifting his hand away from a smooth bone lodged under his tail. The once-white, smooth length slurped back inwards in an admirable demonstration of muscle control.

"What's the matter?"

"He's acting like he's king again."

"Oh, that's not so bad."

"It is when he's bloodied one of the other tribes."

"..." Sarakiba shook his head. "I'll admit, that's not good."

"I need you to keep an eye on him."

"Me?"

"Yes, you."

"Why me? I've got plans, after all, and I am Naka's teacher."

"When you can be bothered to stop shaking your tail for everyone around. No, stop." Sakabi shook his head, holding up one hand. "I'm not going to argue. I need you to do this for me. A favor."

"...You still haven't said why me."

"Because I can trust you...and because you can take it."

"Heh. You mean if he gets rough?"

Sakabi nodded.

It was the main reason why he couldn't do it himself. Mufasa could get rough in the middle of making love, but it was always part of what they did together, something that might bruise him a little, but never more than that. It was kindly meant and enjoyably done, even if he made the King apologize later.

Scar was...a different beast. He had a darkness that craved humiliation, subjugation. The few times he'd been forced to bend for the dark-maned lion, he had come away from it bleeding, shallowly, but bleeding. The effects on his mind...

If Mufasa knew what Scar had done, the other male would be dead, but Sakabi had tried to have mercy. It might have been a mistake.

"You can take what the rest of us can't. If he gets rough -"

"I'll enjoy it," Sarakiba said.

"Yes. You probably will. Will you do it?"

"Of course, of course. He'll be under my thumb before long." The wanton one chuckled. "He's probably desperate for some tail after so long."

"I'm sure he is...but make sure to actually watch him instead of just having sex. I need to know if there's anything worse going on."

"Don't worry. I know my work. In fact, I'll start tending to him tonight..."

The End