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A Gay Lion King Porn Parody

Chapter 8: A Brief Calm

Sponsored by Johnzaloog

By Draconicon

It had been a day since the strange treaty had been made, and Mufasa was no closer to understanding what had happened than he was at the moment he had 'rescued' his son. The King of the Pridelands paced back and forth in the depths of Pride Rock, his feet carrying him from one side of the darkened room to the other.

What happened...what happened?

His power as King allowed him to see many things throughout his lands. He had been able to track the path of his son through the world, and he had been able to see the molestation. The great king had passed through earth and water to find the quickest path to his son, and his Pride had followed at his back, following as fast as they were able. Even Scar had come from his darkness, rising from Pride Rock to follow overland as Mufasa moved in his own way.

But for all that power, for all that knowledge, he did not know what had happened in the Graveyard before their arrival.

Naka said that there were sigils on Simba...

But when he had arrived, they had already fallen off, lost their effectiveness. He could easily see the hyenas rigging things, changing them with the odd power that they had. It was different from the power of the King, to see and create, and it was different from the mysticism of his baboon friend. Theirs was...darker.

Darker, like his brother's.

Mufasa paused in his pacing, looking up towards the feeling of darkness only a few dozen feet away. It was up and through many layers of stone, and he knew that Scar was planning something. His brother was always scheming, always planning, but there was never any way to nail down just what he wanted.

What do you want, brother? What are you doing behind my back?

The King shook his head. Regardless of what his younger brother was doing, there was no doubt who was King, and...for all that he knew better, he wished to believe that something good had come from his brother's darkness. He wanted to believe that there was something good left in his little brother, something that would be able to fight back against the darkness that had claimed him so many years ago.

Peace with the hyenas had been deemed impossible, and as such, the Pridelands had been at war with them since the time of his father. The raids had been greater and lesser in strength, but they had always resulted in scorched earth, injured men, and tribes allied to the Pride pulling further and further back from the border. The Pridelands, while not actively shrinking, had become a smaller, more insular version of itself.

Now, however...

He nodded over his shoulder as he felt Sakabi arriving.

"My son?" he asked.

"He is...hunting," his favorite of the Pride said.

"I suppose that is understandable."

"He isn't well. Or himself."

"Nor are any of us."

Mufasa sighed under his breath, shaking his head as he kept walking back and forth, his tail twitching behind him. There was something that he had missed, and he knew that. He just didn't have any idea what it was.

"Have you heard anything?"

"Nothing from the hyenas, or from the lions that I sent to watch them," Sakabi said, shaking his head as he sat on the stone floor. "From all they saw, the hyenas are fulfilling their part of the bargain and securing the border."

"Nothing killed?"

"No more than they were allowed."

"And you are sure of this?"

"You can feel further than I can see, love. You would know better than I."

"But you were there. There was nothing?"

"Nothing more than they were allowed."

He nodded. That confirmed what he had felt over the last day. The deal that they had with the hyenas was that they would be given positions of authority in the Pridelands, watching the borders, keeping eyes on the other lions that roamed outside of the realm of his own Pride. In return, they would be allowed safety, the right to hunt as other meat-eaters did, and the privilege of taking pleasure with the other species of the Pridelands.

It was a good deal, and one that he doubted that he, or even Sakabi, could have pulled off. The hyenas had always held out, wanting more than that, wanting the right to hunt as they pleased rather than only up to a certain portion. He still did not know how Simba could have gotten them to agree to that, or how Scar had been able to word it so that they would.

His brother had been...remarkably silent on that.

"And Sarakiba?" he asked.

"He has refused to leave the hyenas."

"A victim of kidnapping?"

"So hopeful, my king?"

"...I shouldn't be, but yes."

Sakabi nodded, and Mufasa sighed. He knew the truth of the matter. There was no reason for Sarakiba to leave the hyenas, not since they had been...so intimate with them. When the lions had pushed the hyenas back from the wanton one, that lion had been more than willing to chase after the hyenas and beg for their cocks even further. Only the voice of his brother had managed to bring Sarakiba back long enough to confirm what had happened up to the point of the orgy, and even that had struggled to hold the wanton one's attention.

"He is still addicted?"

"Likely will be for life," Sakabi said, sighing.

"It was not supposed to be this way."

"It wouldn't be, if you'd listened to me before."

"...Scar has given us something valuable."

"But why?" Sakabi asked, pushing himself back to his feet. "That man has been a horror to Pride Rock ever since you took the throne. He isn't doing this out of the goodness of his heart."

"No, but he might have incidentally done so."

"...You still see him too much as your brother."

"...What else can I see him as?"

"As a threat."

"..."

"Do you even - no, you don't." Sakabi sighed. "You have to open your eyes, love. If he keeps doing this..."

"I will keep him from harming anyone else. I will be watching him from now on."

"And?"

"...And my son," he said, sighing as he lowered his head. "I do not wish for this. I don't want it to be this way, Sakabi."

"But it is. I'm sorry, my love, but it is."

The King nodded, and Sakabi walked up to him, gently cupping the side of his face. They leaned in, forehead to forehead, and the King did his best to ignore the churning of the darkness so near to them.

Domination relied on power, and to wield that power, one must know the things that were spoken in hiding. Where Mufasa could see the realm, Scar could hear it. He could feel the pulse through the land, and through it, the fears and wishes of every living creature that walked its surface.

Scar smiled to himself as he heard his brother's confusion, leaning his head back against the rock as he spread his legs for the zebras between them. They both lapped at his sac with the desperation of prey that knew that they were on the chopping block if they didn't do a good enough job. He was tempted to take the lesser of the two of them as his personal toy for the night, the sort that would not see the sun rise again.

He wouldn't, of course. There was no point in pushing the prey to their death without something that he might get out of it, and while the feeling of that last, desperate clench as they fought for life teased his cock like little else, he knew that he would never hear the end of it from his brother.

No, no, you get to live another day, he thought as he looked down at the equine sluts. Even though you don't yet know it...

He lifted one leg, resting his left heel on the back of one zebra, even as he reached his clawed toes down to the one on the right. The zebra huffed softly over his sac, whimpering quietly, but it was useless. Scar could feel the equine's arousal, and he knew that his prey was into it despite himself.

Yes...such weak minds...pitiful...

Stroking his toes up and down that shaft, teasing it with the possibility of pain and suffering, was as satisfying as it ever was. He chuckled under his breath, dragging his foot backwards, taking his time to really give it that stroke, that slow, stroking tease that made it throb for him.

"Yes, you know what you are...my playthings...my prey..."

The zebras whinnied weakly, whimpering as they tried not to move too much, only dragging their heads side to side to lather his sac with affection, lifting his balls up and down. Neither of them dared do more than that, lest they get him to stir and chase after them.

And if he chased them, he would kill them.

Scar smiled, his lips slowly shifting from that to a gradual sneer, something that covered most of his face and refused to let go. He could tell that he was an intimidating male with that on his lips, and he knew that it frightened his sluts. He liked that; they worked better when they had proper motivation.

As the zebras dragged their tongues along his sac, licking his balls as if they were the salted rocks that they craved, he leaned his head back.

The hyenas are part of the kingdom now...not the original plan...but it will work...

He had planned on using them eventually, perhaps as a way of offing his brother, but that had needed to be fast-tracked when Simba had exposed part of his pleasures to the rest of the Pride. He needed to prove that he was useful, regardless of his...particulars.

And by bringing in the hyenas as enforcers of the Pride, he had managed to kill two birds with one stone. He'd proven himself useful, and he had gained subordinates.

Of course, now they'll have to prove useful...

He pulled one zebra up to the tip of his cock, forcing the tip along the equine's tongue. They were scared enough to be...biddable, and the one that he pulled to the tip of his cock whinnied in fear as he dragged his head up and down, making him suck, making him lick away like the good little slut that he needed to be for his future king.

And future king, Scar intended to be.

Watch away, brother. If you can. If your sun can see my shadow...

He knew that Mufasa would find a way to keep an eye on him, but that was fine. He had already sowed the seeds of the shift of power, and he had done it in a way that he had never actually thought possible.

Chuckling, he dragged the zebra's head down his cock, remembering how it had felt when Simba had come, when his own nephew had watched him fuck one of the members of the Pride. The young boy had been completely shocked at how rough Scar had been able to treat Sarakiba, had been allowed to treat the wanton one. Showing off before his nephew...yes, that had been more than slightly enjoyable.

The black-maned lion stroked a claw down his chest, imagining his little nephew here now. He could just see Simba standing behind one of the zebras, fucking its ass, trying to show off how he could be a powerful male, too.

He would be doing that more, now that he had been estranged from Mufasa.

There would be much interference from the Pride. They'd be watching him, watching Simba, making sure that there were eyes on the both of them at all hours of the day. But Simba had already been twisted against his father. Mufasa had acted just as Scar had expected when they arrived at the Graveyard, disbelieving and more inclined to believe that Simba had been taken advantage of, and the prince, in turn, had reacted just as expected, hurt and prideful, and distant from his father.

Everything was coming together, falling into place. Simba would carry out little bits and pieces on his own, creating incidental problems for Mufasa, and the Pride's mistrust of the hyenas would cause everything else to happen. All in good time. All in good time.

Scar smiled to himself. One little incidental problem had turned into the solution for all his problems.

Feeling the zebra at his balls slowing down, he curled his toes, threatening the head of that flared cock with his claws. The zebra whinnied, immediately getting back to work at the threat to his manhood.

All it takes is the right incentive. Soon enough, they all understand what they need to do.

"Good prey...keep this up, and I won't have to eat one of you."

Sarakiba was still with the hyenas, and he didn't care in the slightest. To him, it was paradise.

His cock was tied by the head to the ground, a bone shard stabbed into the earth and long strips of leather tying him to it. He couldn't pull back without pulling on his cock, and the last time that he'd tried that, it felt like it was going to rip his dick off.

His balls, likewise, were weighted down, dragged down by heavy stones. He was pretty sure that they were already at a point where they would never easily pull up again for an orgasm, but the wanton one didn't care. The hard domination that he was getting from the hyenas was as much as he could take, and then that little bit more.

Scar...Hunter...would be proud...

The wanton one shivered as he felt a tongue slipping along his asshole, and he brought his tail up high. He could feel it already tracing a line around his pucker, making its way towards the opening as it flicked up and down between his cheeks. Moaning, he dug his toes into the earth, reaching back to spread his ass cheeks for the horny hyena.

"Mmmph...please...enjoy yourself..."

"Heh, you never get tired, do you, slut?"

"No. I need it."

"Then you'll get it."

That tongue pulled back, replaced by a pulsing, warm shaft. The lion moaned, pulling his ass cheeks further apart, feeling his gaping hole part further for that dick. It was just wet enough for him to feel it compared to the sweat along his hole, and then it was inside of him.

"Mmmph...ah...ah..."

He was rocked forward, his cock swinging up just a bit before the leather caught it again and dragged it back down. The hint of pain was pleasure in and of itself, and he shivered as pre-cum dripped from his cock to the brown grasses below.

Yes...yes...feed me...feed me cock...feed me pleasure...feed me pain...

And the blunted claws on his hips were definitely bringing the pain in. He could feel it, moaned from the feeling of it pulsing through his body. There was...so much. It was almost overwhelming, and if he hadn't been so well-trained by Scar, he was sure that the hyenas would have broken him already. As it stood, they were giving him what he needed, and he...he was giving him what they needed.

He was a gift, a place for them to vent their frustrations, their anger, their needs. And as they did that, he realized that they wouldn't have what it took to stand up to Scar. They would lose their strength as hunters as they vented it on him, making it easier for his Hunter to take them as his prey.

That was his message, spoken as a gift, unspoken as the trap that would seal them to the dark lion's service.

Thrust, thrust, thrust went that cock up his ass, and Sarakiba moaned as he pushed back to meet it. The discomfort of the leather wrapped around the head of his cock was more than he could take, and he would have cum right then and there if it wasn't for the fact that his cock was tied down, if it wasn't for the fact that his balls were weighted. The lion groaned, curling his toes in the dirt as the hyena shoved him down to all fours.

"Take it, little bitch. Take it."

"Mmmph...give it to me...give it to me hard..."

He had always wanted something like this, and serving Scar, no matter how humiliating, had finally given him what he wanted.

Sarakiba was on the verge of losing himself when more hyenas approached from the front. They chuckled at him, smirked at him, pulled their loincloths up and slapped their cocks across his face. The raw smell of their dicks was enough to send a shiver down his spine, making him tingle from head to toe.

"The warriors are home, little lion," one of them muttered.

"Time for you to show your skills."

"We've worked up a sweat for you..."

The lion arched his back, moaning from a particularly deep thrust into his ass, and he slowly stuck out his tongue.

"Give me...give it to me..."

They were all too happy to indulge, and Sarakiba lost himself in the pleasure that came after.

Naka had been sent to Rafiki for healing after the intense rut that he had gone through at the Elephant Graveyard. He had tried to insist that he was fine, but even Sakabi had been able to tell that he had been affected by the events of the orgy there. He groaned as he sat in the middle of the baboon's tree, legs crossed, his head tilted back, and his balls in the hands of the ape.

"Are you going to spend all day groping those?" he muttered.

"No, no. Just a few minutes. Besides, it has been some time since you have come to see me. We should make sure that you are healthy, yes?"

"Hmmph. I'm fine."

"You wouldn't be here if you were fine, would you?"

"Okay. I'm alright."

"Hehehe, isn't it better using the right words?"

He growled deep in his throat, crossing his arms over his chest as he did his best to ignore his balls being fondled by the randy old monkey. For all that Rafiki served the Pride, he knew that the ape took liberties all the time with them. He'd probably end up with his ass in the air at some point, showing it off to old Purple-Butt.

Still, Naka had to admit that there was something to this. What Simba had done at the Graveyard...

He still hadn't told anyone what had happened to him, not completely. There was no way to avoid showing off his abused asshole to his Pride, or to Rafiki, but the actual events had been rather...skewed. He had done his best to keep from involving Simba in it at all, but more than that, he had kept from mentioning what his prince had done.

Or rather, how he'd done it.

That felt...mmph...

Just thinking about it was enough to get his body to respond, a hint of pleasure running down his spine to his asshole, and his cock twitching ever so slightly above Rafiki's fingers. He'd felt like he was being crushed, but not in a bad way. There was this feeling of...of freedom in the darkness at the time, like there was something allowed to come loose, like he could do whatever he wanted, be whatever he wanted without expectations, as long as he obeyed what the darkness told him to do.

It had been enough to send a shiver down his spine, and he didn't know what to do about it, particularly when there was a part of him that wanted to feel it again.

No, no, you don't. That was not Simba. That wasn't your Prince. That wasn't...him.

Naka shivered a bit as he remembered that rage, that anger, that, well, darkness that had clung to the prince after their fun and when they were rescued. Something had happened to him, changing him from the man that he'd trained with for so many years into someone that Naka could barely recognize. There had to be something going on, something that he could figure out, but he would be damned if he understood what it was.

"Mmmph!"

He was dragged out of his mental musings by a sudden tug on his balls. Not hard, but firm enough to make him pay attention. Rafiki looked up at him when he finally looked down again.

"What?" Naka muttered.

"You are healthy enough, though quite productive," the baboon said, chuckling. "You have been leaking for the last little while."

"Leaking?"

"See?"

The baboon held up his fingers, spreading them to show the ropes of pre-cum that spread between them. Naka blushed worse than he expected, rubbing the back of his head.

"I'm sorry."

"No, no, do not apologize," Rafiki said with a broad smile. "It is normal. Lions your age are quite excitable."

"Not like this."

"Perhaps not...normally."

There was a slight shift in the baboon's voice there, and Naka wondered if Rafiki knew something that he didn't. The old mystic had been quite aware of the world in a way that even Mufasa wasn't, and he wondered, sometimes, if Rafiki saw things that the King or Scar did not. It was possible...

No, no, there was no way that the baboon knew, or he would have said already. The young lion shook his head, starting to get to his feet -

"Ey, did I say you could go?"

And just like that, the old man's stick came out of nowhere. Naka ducked the first sweep, but didn't get out of the way of the second. It swept his feet out from under him, sending him falling flat on his back, legs in the air. The baboon moved with blinding speed, whipping his stick into the upper reaches of his tree and pulling down vines.

Before Naka could get a grip on what had happened, he was surrounded on all sides by vines, his legs pulled in the air, his eyes blinking several times as he tried to figure out what in the world had just happened.

"...How did you just -"

"Hehehe, Sakabi is not the only good fighter around."

"Yeah, but...how did you..."

"Heh, a trick. Perhaps a trick I'll teach you later, if you visit more often."

The lion could hardly believe that a mere trick would have taken him off his feet that easily, but then again, he hadn't been paying attention. Not to the stick, not to the vines, and now he was half-pinned on his back, his waist lifted off the floor, and his feet up in the air. Feet, that must be said, that were being weirdly fondled by the baboon.

"Could you let me go?"

"Not yet. We have other things to examine."

"Like..."

"Like your rather fine rump, my friend."

"Figures."

"You were filled quite roughly. You need to be checked to be sure that there is no damage."

Naka wanted to argue against that, but after the hard use that Simba had put him through, he couldn't deny that there had been some...looseness, afterward. When he had squatted over some water to see the damage, he had seen that his hole had been left gaping, not quite closing despite the time since the rut. He should have been at least a little tighter by then, but...

Well, it was too late to try and fix that at the time. He sighed, nodding.

"Alright. Fine."

"Good. It has been too long since I had the privilege."

"Pervert little..."

Naka gritted his teeth, forcing himself to take a deep breath and keep from complaining. This was a good thing to go through, and it would tell him if there was really something wrong back there, or if he had just been fucked a little too hard. And that was something that was well worth -

"MMMMPH! Watch it!"

"Heh, it is the best way to check."

"With your cock?"

"Well, the best for me."

"You perverted old - mmmph! AH...ah..."

"Hehehehe, the benefit of being your healer for so long. I know just what you like..."

Naka gritted his teeth. He would make the baboon pay for that, but later. Later, when he wasn't touching those happy spots so nicely...

Shenzi leaned back in the new hyena camp. It wasn't a patch on the old established comforts of the Elephant Graveyard, but it was a good start towards something different, something better, something with life.

He laughed as he watched Banzai coming back from a run, the younger hyena groaning as he walked in and rubbing his ass.

"Hehehe, look at you. Still so sore from the Prince?"

"You gave him a bigger dick, you ass."

"Still wasn't as big as mine. And I was serious about that threat."

"Mmmph."

"What'd you find?"

"Scar wasn't lying. He's giving us a lot of land out here."

"Heh, how much?"

"Three times the Graveyard, I think. Ed'll be back with a map in a bit."

"Hehehehe, very good."

"You mind? I got a zebra that I want to chase down."

"Spot any elephants out there?" the patriarch asked.

"There were a couple down by the river when I was coming back. Heh. They kept avoiding me."

"That's 'cause you stink."

"Yeah? Says the Stink-Mistress."

"Says the Ass-Licker."

"Says the...the..."

Shenzi smirked and Banzai cursed as they both knew who won. The patriarch kicked his legs up on his rock, putting his feet up as he leaned back and looked up at the setting sun.

"Yeah, you go and find those zebras. I'm going to think about how I want to have those elephants."

"Size king."

"Bitch boi."

Banzai laughed, still limping slightly as he walked out of the camp. It wasn't that large a place yet, despite the territory that they had been promised by Scar and by Mufasa. It was just large enough for a third of their people, with the other two thirds either back in the Graveyard keeping watch over it - it was their old home, after all - or doing the job they'd been 'hired' to do.

Heh...hehehe.

Hired. They'd stolen their way into the job. Simba had been the perfect messenger for it, too. Watching the borders, keeping an eye on the other lions. That was what they were doing for Mufasa, yeah. They were pulling an entirely different job for his brother.

Scar was listening, Shenzi knew that. He knew enough about how the world worked, how the Pridelands operated, to know that the king's brother could hear him from here. He curled his toes, humming to himself as he whispered.

"They're all waiting at the edge of the kingdom, shadow king," he muttered, idly running a hand down to his dick. "All those outlander lions you wanted? They're there. All you have to do is give the word, and we'll let them through."

There was no response, not that he expected one. Hell, he didn't even know why Scar wanted this to happen. The only reason he knew that much was because he caught one bloodied-up zebra making his way to the border while they were still in the Graveyard and took the time to 'talk' with the guy. They'd eventually let him go, but back to the Pridelands rather than out through the borders.

Ever since then, Shenzi had made it abundantly clear to the king of the shadows that nothing was going to the outlands except through him. The hyenas had leverage for the first time, and now, they were the perfect group to hide Scar's work. He had his messengers, and it looked like they were keeping the other lions from being a worse predator than the hyenas had ever been to the Pridelands.

And they were valuable as a result.

Of course, that wouldn't last forever, but Shenzi was pretty sure that they could keep balancing things out. The hyenas had always been good at finding their own niche. When they were first banished from the Pridelands, they'd found the Graveyard. When the Graveyard ran out of food, they found their skills as raiders. When that started getting pushback, they found their way in sneaking things over the border. When that stopped paying out, they found something new with that zebra.

Things always worked out. You just had to keep an eye out for the solutions so that they didn't pass you by.

Shenzi felt a rumble under his tail, and he chuckled.

"Well, no time like the present."

He rolled over, getting to his feet and stretching his arms over his head.

"Let's see if those elephants can get away from me..."

The hyena set off from the camp, humming to himself as he walked along. The squelching sound of mud under his feet followed him, and soon, he was deep in the long grass, in pursuit of big-dicked prey.

The End

Summary: A little go-round between some of the major players other than Simba in the world, doing some catch-up.

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