The Pride's Resort
What if the Lion King was filmed with anthros, and the actors were bound by contract to continue in their roles as their characters in a much more adult scheme by the company that hired them in the first place?
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The Pride's Resort
By Draconicon
Simba had always wondered how an actor could have a major part in the biggest movies of their time, only to completely disappear off the face of the earth thereafter. Why would they go away? They should have been paid massive amounts for their role, and they could have gotten many more roles after that. They should have been world-renowned.
Well, after the work that he and his family put into The Lion King and its sequels, the 'prince' had a pretty good idea how. If you had a bad agent, or no agent, then it was very easy for the studio to completely screw you out of any of the royalties.
'Simba' wasn't even his name, but he was bound to keep it that way after the company decided to make sure to monetize him even further. The entire family had had their names changed after the movie due to a clause in the contracts that had demanded that. They were no longer themselves. They were the characters, and he was going to be 'Simba' for a very, very long time to come.
They weren't even making movies anymore. They were making...making...
The lion groaned, arching his back and curling his toes as the latest customer shoved their cock all the way down his ass. He huffed softly, his cock throbbing against his belly but not quite going over the edge. It didn't take long for the tourist to pull out, dragging their cock free with a soft pop, and Simba quickly reached back to cover his hole, making sure that the load didn't drip on the sheets.
"Mmmph...Thank you...thank you for fucking the Lion King," he said.
"Yeah, man. I dominated the king of the beasts!"
The rat that had been fucking him hopped down, pulling his jeans back up as soon as he hit the floor by the bed. The rodent's friend, a housecat, gave him a high-five, and they both started looking at their phones. There had been some sort of video done, and Simba groaned; security was going to confiscate that, and then they were going to have to buy the video at the exit if they really wanted a keepsake like that.
He didn't warn them, though. He wasn't going to take that bit of fun away from the guards. They got little enough, particularly as the hyenas were forced to stay out of the bedrooms unless a client was paying double for them. They, at least, got to keep a bit of dignity, though they didn't get the same fun.
Fun. Heh. If only they knew.
Soon enough, the rat packed up his phone, and the two tourists left the room, heading for the exit. Simba shook his head, getting to his feet and making his way to the bathroom behind the fake wall at the far end of his bedroom. He pushed the 'stone' wall out of the way, leaving the illusion of the Pride Rock den behind to step into a proper porcelain bathroom. He sat down, letting the rat's cum ooze out of him to be flushed away later, looking out the window to his left.
The Pride's Resort, this place was called. The company that made the movies set this place up for adult fans that wanted to interact with the characters from the movies. They'd even gone so far as to hire a few younger actors - still of age, just younger - to embody 'young Nala' and 'young Simba' for the fans that wanted to go for that. As for everyone else, there was the Ghost Father experience that they could get with the older lion that played Mufasa, the 'Pride Harem' for the straight guys and lesbian women, and bi everyone else, and quite a few other things besides.
The only one of the old cast that was in and out was the guy that had played his 'uncle', and that was because he'd actually gotten a bit more work in Hollywood. He could afford a fucking lawyer to get out from under some of the terms, even if he did have to come back and dominate anyone that wanted the whiny bitch as their top.
Simba, on the other hand, was the 'prince' some days, and the 'king' others. It depended on the sort of role that the tourist buying his time wanted. Most of them wanted him to be the king so that they could dethrone him, fuck him, use him, while others wanted the prince to conquer them and become king. He had shoved his barbed dick down more holes than he wanted to count, from the women that fantasized about him from the past to the men that wanted to be pinned by the hot lion that turned them gay, and...
Well, the list went on.
Getting up from the toilet and wiping the last of the rat's cum off his asshole, Simba got a ping from the wall intercom. He groaned; that meant that there was another customer on the way.
You'd think a star could catch a break...
The lion walked over to the intercom, catching the work order that had started printing as soon as the ping went off. The brown-maned lion turned it around, reading it as his tail twitched behind him.
"New customer, first time in the resort, looking for some time with a somewhat naive prince..." He blinked. "Switch, anal training, foot fetish...This guy's got some interesting ideas, at least..."
And ones that were better than the average 'look at the king bend over for someone weak' fantasies that he was used to getting. He didn't get the chance to go back to the younger sort of Simba that he used to play; he always had to do the older, more experienced one that was being taken down regardless, or the complete brat that made him want to sick up in the back of his mouth when people couldn't get the new young Simba.
At least this one would be interesting.
Simba picked out a new loincloth, the last one already tossed down the laundry chute, and took his pose on the rock-colored bed that he had to use for most of his scenes. He leaned back, making sure to point his feet at the door, and he gave himself a few gropes to get his cock good and hard. The last thing that he needed was to look like he was uninterested.
A few minutes later, the door opened, and Simba blinked at the stranger.
It was a dragon, and a big one at that. Standing at seven feet tall, the big guy loomed over the rest of the room, looking like some shadow that had been cast by a giant. He had white eyes, too, the sort that made you wonder if someone was blind or just having a hard time, and he wore a shirt that was buttoned up almost all the way to the top. The jeans that the dragon wore, however, were already straining at the crotch, and he was clearly pitching a boner, a boner that got harder as he lowered his head to look at the lion's feet.
Simba smiled, indulging the customer a bit by curling his toes, showing off his soles.
"Welcome to the Pride Lands, stranger," he said, throwing his voice slightly higher to imitate his younger, more naive self. "Perhaps you can tell me your name. After all, the Pride Lands are dangerous to strangers..."
"Heh...I should, at that. My name is Drac...and I come here to meet with the prince of this land."
Someone actually getting into role? You're kidding me.
But no, the dragon was talking the right way, even going so far as to take off his shirt and put it aside, as well as his jeans. Surprisingly, the dragon even went so far as to slit the middle of his boxers with his claws, turning them into an improvised loincloth.
A roleplayer? Heh. Who'da thought.
"The prince, hmm?" Simba said, keeping up the game. He sat up, smiling, his loincloth tenting slightly. "And what do you seek of him?" he asked, his eyes dropping down.
He heard something along the lines of meeting for a challenge, to show him the might of what lay against the Pride Lands, but the lion's eyes were more attracted to the bulge that was starting to rise in the dragon's ruined undergarments. It was fairly large in size, and it was still rising, promising a pretty good time. Simba almost wished that he had not pushed out the last load; could have made for some good lube.
Then the dragon knelt, and the lion blinked. He tried to rewind their conversation in his head, then blushed.
"Uh...sorry, could you back that line up a bit? I wasn't paying attention."
The dragon chuckled, making a rewinding motion with his hands as he got back to his feet and speaking in garbled, nonsense speak as if he was being rewound. It took everything Simba had not to chuckle before the dragon started again.
"I come here to speak with the prince, in hopes of warning him against the great power that rises outside his borders...and within. I come here as an aide, and a man of power; with my strength, he may yet rise against this challenge."
"I see. And tell me, Drac. How will your strength become mine?"
"It is in my seed, oh prince."
Simba barely stopped himself from giving the dragon a 'fucking really?' expression, but he still smiled. He looked down, watching as the dragon's improvised loincloth slid to the side, revealing quite the large shaft...
Quite the large shaft, indeed, considering it was slightly over a foot long and thicker than his wrist. Simba did a bit of mental calculation, comparing that to other cocks that he had taken that day, and the lion paled slightly. That would wreck him and then some, and he wasn't even sure that he could take something that big.
Before he could open his mouth, the dragon approached him, kneeling at the side of the bed, massaging his feet. Hot breath played over his toes, and the dragon smiled at him.
"I have journeyed long to find you, oh prince of lions. And I plan to spend a great deal of time to help you in your power. I will offer you time and training, as much as you need."
Translation: I paid for a lot of time, we'll make it fit. Ohhhh, boy...
Nevertheless, Simba reclined and relaxed as those scaly digits worked along his soles, as a long, slender tongue began to caress his toes. They were both gentle, both slick, both warm, and they felt amazing after playing stupid roles all day long. He was still a bit nervous about taking something that big, but this client definitely was better than the others, and was doing what he could to make it fun.
As the dragon slowly began to drag his tongue in and out between the lion's toes, Simba pushed his loincloth completely off to the side. He saw the glance that the dragon made towards his cock, and he smiled.
Looks like he's going to want to be on it as well as in me...well, this is going to be a fun time...
The End
Summary: What if the Lion King was filmed with anthros, and the actors were bound by contract to continue in their roles as their characters in a much more adult scheme by the company that hired them in the first place?
Tags: M/M, anal, rat, lion, dragon, foot fetish, Simba, rule 34, meta, roleplaying, loincloth, creampie, adult, resort, prostitution, nudity,