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It was all going according to Scar's plan, working better than he imagined it would. Simba was rescued by his father, but Mufasa was still struggling to get himself to safety. His claws dug into the jagged stone and he fought hard to heave himself up. But his strength was fading fast and the ache in his paws was getting too great for him to handle. Luckily, his brother loomed over him. For a moment, Mufasa felt relief until another pair of paws slammed over his own, digging their claws in.

The golden lion cried out in pain before Scar leaned close and whispered into his ear:

"Long live the king..."

Scar pushed his brother from the cliff's side, watching him tumble down to his death. The king cried out as he fell, disappearing under the plume of thick dust kicked up by the stampeding wildebeest.

But what Scar didn't see was that Mufasa landed on one of them. Most of the blow was cushioned by the weight of another and they both fell to the ground. The king winced in pain as he slid. Dust was kicked into his eyes and the stomps of countless hooves drummed into his ears without relent. He endured it until it was all over, nothing remained but the fading dust and the distant echoes.

Slowly, Mufasa dared to rise to his paws. His body still ached from fall and slide, but he doubted that he escaped that fall completely unscathed. Standing up and putting weight on his front right paw confirmed that. It wasn't broken, he could still move and flex it. But it stung with just a bit of weight pressed down upon it.

The frantic sound of pawsteps sounded and Mufasa looked through the dust to see the wide, teary eyes of Simba bounding towards him. A wide smile spread over the cub's face upon seeing his father mostly unheard. He rushed up to him and the two embraced.

"D-Dad... What happened?" Simba asked shakily.

"Do not worry about that, Simba. Are you alright?" the king deflected the question, not sure how to answer it himself. He was no fool to the strained relationship he has towards his brother, but Mufasa was still trying to grasp the fact that the other lion tried to kill him. And perhaps he was still nearby...

"Come on, Simba." There was urgency in the king's voice. "It's too dangerous to stay here."

Simba thought his father was referring to the chance of another stampede. His heart skipped a beat at the thought alone. Without asking questions or with any hesitation Mufasa ran away from the gorge, forcing himself to run through the pain. The sacrifice of pain would be worth it if it meant protecting his son from that monster that was still lurking nearby.

There was too much dust for Scar to see what had happened. He could have waited for it to clear away but he was determined to see the birth of his new reign. Scaling down the rocks, and nearly tumbling down them himself, Scar soon touched the ground of the gorge and searched for the body of his brother. But it was gone...

***

The king had returned to Pride Rock and after making sure that Simba was safe under the watch of the lioness, he told his most trusted of what his brother did, of what he tried to do. They were all shocked but the king's injuries and the look in his eyes had spoken for themselves. Mufasa knew that Scar would be on his way to finish what he had started, so a plan was made.

Scar did return, he knew that Mufasa would have been injured to some degree and he was planning to use that to finally take down his brother. As crossed into the high grasses, the dark lion was surprised to see his older brother. The golden lion winced as he did his best to stand tall. Scar smirked at the sight and smoothly approached his brother.

"I know what you tried to do, Scar."

"And I intend to finish it!"

The dark lion lunged at his brother and the bigger lion stepped to the side rather than fighting back. Scar yowled as he crashed into the ground. Before he could try again, snarls and roars filled the air. Lioness sprung from the tall grass and descended on him.

"Keep him alive," Mufasa commanded, watching as the lioness roughed his brother up enough to render him unable to fight.

***

After that, it was unknown what happened to Scar by the general public. It was a secret kept by only a few. Scar was moved to a secluded location where he would serve out his punishment.

It first happened after Mufasa was properly healed. The lioness guarding the chamber nodded to their king and stepped to the side, allowing him to enter. In the depths of the cavern was Scar, bound by thick vines. He was lying on the cold cave floor and let out a hiss as he saw his brother alive and well.

"What do you want now?" Scar hissed. "I'm already serving my punishment."

"This is only part of your punishment," Mufasa said, a darkness in his voice that Scar had never heard before. "What I have planned for you is so much more..."

Mufasa purposely walked around his brother. A rise of pride came to him as the dark lion gasped. Between the king's legs was his already erect cock. It was thick and bobbing with need.

The other lion's eyes went wide as his brother approached his backside. Try as he might, he was unable to get away, still bound by the vines that clung and dug into the skin of his paws. He shuddered as a weight was pressed on his lower half and the feeling of something rigid poked underneath his tail.

"This is your true punishment..." Those were the only words Mufasa spoke before he jammed his cock inside of the tight, virgin hole.

Scar wailed out, never feeling something like this in his life. His rim was suddenly spread wide, a mix of pain and foreign pleasure striking him for the first time. It didn't end there either...

Growling from both the rage that built over time and the pleasure of a tight ass hugging down on his cock, Mufasa continued to push himself inside, brushing the inches of his length against the walls of smooth anal flesh...

"You tried to take my life, Scar," Mufasa said, growling in his brother's ear. "Consider yourself lucky that you are still alive. Accept this as your new position within the kingdom. A life sentence..."

Before Scar could utter a single word, the bigger lion was already moving his hips, pumping his cock into Scar's ass. The strength behind the thrusts pushed his hard inches deep inside, making sure the lion on the bottom felt the full force of it all.

Scar could do nothing more than simply endure the deep digs of the king's dick inside of him. He was practically paralyzed by the new sensations that struck him all at once. Between having his rim spread so wide, and the thick meat that pushed against the virgin walls of his ass, the dark lion couldn't focus on it all at once.

In and out, Mufasa took his feelings out on his brother, showing him what he felt rather than saying anything outright. There was nothing he could have said anyways... A threat to his life was something that could only be punished with the life of the perpetrator.

Despite it all, Mufasa still cared for his wicked brother. In a strange sense, the golden lion did this as a sort of mercy. It was clear that his brother was too far gone to see reason, so the king hoped that he could reform him through sheer will and pleasure.

If reduced to nothing more than a slave for his cock, the dark lion would be reduced to something harmless, only living for pleasure rather than pain.

He suddenly increased the strength behind his humps, listening to his brother cry out. Behind the sound of his voice were the faint pitches of pleasure. his body was already reacting to being filled, now it was just up to him to draw on that and break the other lion down...

Scar groaned as more weight was put down on him. In his ears were the huffs and dominating growls of his brother. They were low and constant, forcing the fur along his spine to raise and tingle.

He himself had no idea what was happening to his body. Steadily the pain was decreasing with his ass, making way for a sudden influx of strange pleasure. Another thrust hit deep enough to take his breath away for a moment. Scar's eyes went wide and there was a sudden pang in his loins.

Faster than it ever had before, his cock slipped free from his sheath, lengthening to its full mass before throbbing and leaking precum. Still not fully understanding, Scar was hit with another hard thrust. His one teased a certain spot in his ass. At the same time his cock throbbed and a moan unconsciously left his muzzle.

It surprised himself and before he could dwell on it, another came and yet again, a moan sounded alongside his brother's pleasured grunts. Mufasa's movements eased a bit. Rather than slamming himself inside, he ground his dick along the soft walls of the other lion's ass, filling the tight tunnel good and proper.

Despite Mufasa's lessened power, Scar could feel his ass being stretched even further. That cock pressed against the walls of his ass, pounding them over and over again, forcing Scar to squirm and wail out from the burst of feelings.

His untouched cock continued to leak and idly spurt from the casual grinds and presses on his prostate. Just that in itself was yet another form of pleasure that had alluded Scar until now. His mind was swimming with all these new sensations and his body was reacting to them all at once, threatening to melt his mind into nothing but mush.

To his surprise, pleasure coursed through his body and the strain on his ass was being eased. He hadn't realized that he was made used to the feeling of his brother's cock. In fact, Scar no longer sought to resist or fight the actions of the other lion.

Instead, the dark lion embraced them, suddenly craving nothing more than for more of these new and incredible feelings.

Mufasa had pushed down as fast as he could, touching the furthest and most sensitive parts of Scar's ass. That seemed to do the trick of reducing the other lion into a mewling lioness. He could see the dark lion's face pressed onto the smooth cavern floor while his cock continued to jerk and squirt watery jets of precum that had formed into a steadily expanding puddle.

Mufasa himself had filled his brother with his own spurts of precum. The stuff lubed his ass perfectly and made it easier to claim as his own. His brother no longer resisted him, instead he simply lied there and took the pleasure as it came.

"I see you are finally starting to learn. I said that this was a punishment, but it doesn't have to be if you serve out your sentence. Your good behavior will be 'rewarded.'"

Mufasa's voice held no domination or malice in it. He was simply giving his brother an option to make his punishment bearable and even enjoyable from time to time.

For now, the king had accomplished his goal. And it was just in time too.With every thrust he could feel his climax getting closer and it was already past the point of no return.

He sped up the pace of his thrusts, rocking his hips back and forth, growling with a need to blow his load. The groans that came from Scar only fueled that urge, making his cock leak freely with hot precum.

With a final shove of his cock, the lion reached his peak and snarled from the intense wall of bliss that he slammed into. He came inside of his brother for the first time, gritting his fangs from the convulsions of his lower half and the thick strings of fluid that sprayed from his tip.

Scar groaned again as his ass was suddenly filled with intense heat that clung to his anal walls. Blasts of cum gushed inside of him, over and over. It was a load that the king had purposefully built up, ignoring the lioness and even his own mate's teasings and scents just to ensure that he would breed his brother possibly to his limit.

Hot and thick, it grew too intense and spilled out from his ass, leaking around Mufasa's cock and dripping down onto the dry rock under them both...

Scar himself hadn't realized that he came as well. His own dick throbbed hard and he could see some impressively long lines of seed streaking across the ground, coming straight from the tip of his cock.

Mufasa sighed comfortably and pulled out of the now gaping hole, feeling a sense of satisfaction at the sight of his seed slowly oozing out.

"Well... Do you understand now?" Mufasa asked through heavy breaths.

Scar nodded and managed a small smile. Over every sensation he felt, the thing that overcame the lying lion was the sense of fulfillment. It was stronger and was still lingering, something that he had never felt when he was close to another...

"The lioness will bring you food and water. And I will come here often to give you more pleasure. But only if you behave and remain here where you can hurt no one else. Understand?"

The other lion nodded, feeling rather parched from all that he just went through. Mufasa nodded and left his brother behind. On his way out he commanded one of the lionesses to get Scar some water. She nodded and padded off while the other kept watch...

***

For years, Mufasa would take time to disappear and tend to his brother. Sometimes it was to make sure he was doing alright, and other times he simply needed an outlet to take his frustrations and stresses out on.

Unlike Sarabi, Scar didn't complain when Mufasa was rough on time. There were even times that the bottoming lion was bold enough to beg for more. And with every load that pumped into his ass, and with every spray of seed from his cock, Scar became what Mufasa predicted: harmless.

He no longer sought to hurt anyone, nor did he want to leave the cavern. He had everything he wanted there. With good behavior he was given the privilege of having a few things to entertain him until his brother returned. And when the king's scent filled the entrance of the cavern, Scar acted akin to lioness in heat.

His hole would clench with need and he would make a sound akin to purring, doing all that he could to entice the other lion to take him and use him.

And Mufasa certainly did use him. Sometimes it was just a quick rut, and other times the king used his brother over and over again until his balls were milked dry. But each time, the king made sure that his brother was fully sated as well, not stopping until the dark lion spilled his own seed.

That was what ensured that Scar remained good, not only the sensations of being fucked and filled, but being allowed to cum as well. When Mufasa was gone for too long, he felt as if he would go crazy but it was all made well when that thick cock of the king spread his ass and left it dripping with his royal seed.

This went on in the background of the Pride Lands, unknown to the majority of the kingdom. Nobody asked where the king would disappear from time to time, but it was clear that he went somewhere to relax. They decided to not pry as it was obviously a secret.

As time went on, Mufasa's son was raised onto a big, strong, and handsome lion. He was the future king and knew the responsibilities that would fall on him someday. But until the day came, the younger adult lion cherished time with his father, remembering that day he was sure he had lost him.

It was late one night that Simba had trouble sleeping. He had managed to drift off for a bit but he was woken up about an hour later with a raging erection throbbing from yet another arousing dream.

The prince had a bit of a problem. He was pent up and in need to sate himself, but he had no interest in the countless lionesses that surrounded him.

Growling to himself, Simba carefully padded out of Pride Rock's den. He hadn't noticed that his father was missing as well. But as he made it out into the open air, under the glow of the room, the prince took a deep breath.

"Having trouble sleeping?" Mufasa asked, making his son jump. He chuckled as he approached. His eyes fell on the erection the other lion was sporting but he acted none the wiser.

In confidence, Simba had admitted his affinity for males to his father. Mufasa assured him that it was perfectly fine. But it seemed that the lion had trouble finding other males to ease the 'pressure' within him...

Mufasa himself was on the way to pay a visit, having a similar problem. He was in the mood to rut and all the lioness were fast asleep....

It was then that Mufasa thought and smiled to himself. Simba was a fully grown lion now and it was about time that he learned of a little secret of his.

"Simba. Follow me."

The prince did as he was told. While the two of them walked, Mufasa explained the truth of his disappearances and what happened to Scar after that day that Simba could never forget.

The younger lion was both stunned and extremely aroused. The very idea of seeing the lion again made his heart pound but knowing that he was reduced to nothing more than a lioness eternally in heat, Simba felt his cock throb with need...

The two of them paid a visit to the cave and were allowed in by the bowing lioness. To Mufasa's surprise, Scar was still awake. He approached his brother and chuckled as the other lion eased low to the ground and presented his tailhole.

"Actually, Scar. Today we'll be doing something a bit...different."

Scar tilted his head in confusion but the sound of more footsteps and the scent of another lion made him gasp.

"You remember my son-"

"S-Simba..." Scar said.

He trembled as he looked the other lion up and down. But not out of fear, it was more out of a sudden need. This young adult lion before him was strapping, tall, and so handsome. And his meaty cock was on full display leaking the fluids that came from a pair of impressively sized balls.

"Go ahead," Mufasa said to his son. "Use him to take care of yourself."

Simba shuddered and groaned as a paw pressed at his cock, making it leak even more. Mufasa chuckled as he thumped his paw against Simba's backside, pushing him forwards. He licked the precum that oozed onto his paw while he watched his son quickly mount and press himself inside of the older lion.

Scar cried out in need as a very familiar yet different cock pressed into his ass. It struck in deep from the first thrust, a show of just how desperate Simba was.

Groaning as well, Simba got busy fucking his uncle, basking in the soft hold of the other lion's ass around his wanting cock. In and out, he made Scar's ass his own, just like Mufasa had so many times. It was a mix of his own reverent lust and the actions of Scar.

Against the motions of the cock inside of him, Scar squeezed and used his ass to tug back on the length inside of him. He worked to milk it and keep the pleasure intense for the other lion.

Simba humped into his tight ass as fast as he could, slamming himself against the dark lion's backside until he raised his voice and came, painting Scar's insides with a very heavy load. It all rushed out at once, filling the dark lion to his limit.

Simba moaned as he pulled out, finally feeling that deep urge finally eased, but just a bit.

"You did good, son." Mufasa eased his way behind Scar and mounted him next. "Catch your breath while I take my turn. We have all night. No need to rush it..."

Simba nodded and watched his father shove his cock inside of the sloppy hole. His cock had already hardened again, eager to be planted inside of his uncle yet again...