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A Gay Lion King Parody

Chapter 13: Mystery Found

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By Draconicon

Simba woke three days after the near-invasion at the border. Whatever had kept him asleep had rendered him weak, nearly dead after that time, and when he opened his eyes, he felt it. If it hadn't been for Rafiki and Sakabi being there, he would have likely fallen back into that deep sleep and never returned.

They gave him water and bits of meat, weak and drained of blood so that it went down easier. He groaned, nibbling through it as they forced it into his body, and he turned his head slowly to face his parent.

"Did...did that...happen?" he asked.

There was no need to ask what 'that' was, he saw. Sakabi sighed, nodding his head.

"Then...father..."

"He's...in trouble at the moment."

"What happened?"

"..." Sakabi sighed again, rubbing his forehead. "Alright. I'll tell you, but you won't interfere. Understand? Much as I'd like things to be different, you aren't strong enough for that yet."

"I'm..."

He would have argued that he was fine, but even as the word was about to spring from his lips, he knew that it would have been a lie. He groaned, slowly nodding, and his other parent nodded back.

"Good. Mufasa is...held. Imprisoned, with Scar as regent."

"What?!"

Simba tried to sit up, only for the mandrill to pull him back down. It was the first time that he realized just how weak he was. If Rafiki could keep him pinned down, then there was no reason that someone stronger couldn't do that even more easily. He groaned, still, squirming under the monkey's stick.

"Mmmph...how?"

"The king was blamed for the war against the hyenas, and for the deaths that resulted. In order to keep the other tribes from leaving their alliance with us, he volunteered to temporarily step down while it was decided how guilty he was. Scar, as the only true male available..."

Sakabi ran his fingers through the remnants of his mane, long-since shaved down. All males but the king and his immediate family were kept that way, a mark that they were less, that they were not allowed to take the throne. Simba hissed under his breath. If he'd been conscious...

But he was now. That meant that things could change.

"I'll tell Scar that I'm in charge now," Simba said.

"No, you won't."

"...What?"

"There have been...questions...as to why you were with the hyenas in the first place. Sarakiba says that you were there to save him, while the hyenas said that you came there for...fun. Willingly."

There was a look from his parent at that, something that was asking him for him to say something. Simba kept his mouth shut. The tale continued.

"Some of the other tribes wondered if you were trying to run off to another Pride, and if the hyenas stopped you the only way that their people could."

"What?! No! Never!"

"That's what I thought, but you weren't awake to say it. Scar said that he would...investigate." Simba could hear the distaste in his father's Chosen's voice. There was obviously no love lost there. "I had little choice but to let him. It was either let him take the throne as regent, or see the whole world break apart. There was no other choice."

Simba shook his head slowly. Of all the things to happen...

Yet, at the same time, he remembered seeing his father butcher the hyenas. He remembered how Mufasa had the chance to hear that it was all fine, that there was nothing wrong with what was happening. His father had refused to believe that his son might be doing this of his own free will, believed that it was forced on him. Instead of believing that the prince might have been someone that enjoyed different things, it was easier to believe that he was weak enough and stupid enough to be forced into that.

Simba closed his eyes. This...this was not what he had hoped to wake up to.

"Little one. Are you ready to sit up?" Rafiki asked.

Simba nodded. The monkey's hands gently pushed under his shoulders, and he did his best to rise properly. It was harder than he expected. Much harder, as a matter of fact. He groaned, having to lean back and be pushed at least as much as he actually lifted himself, and he groaned as he finally leaned forward rather than fell backwards. He managed to get his hands out to either side, supporting himself.

"So...why not...let me take over now?" he asked.

"Because of the questions. If it looks like you're trying to protect your father, then the kingdom will riot. They know..." Sakabi groaned. "They know that Scar is willing to fight for the kingdom. He was the one that united everyone against the other Pride. He's become...a hero."

"Say it like that where he can hear, Sakabi, and Mufasa will not be the only one held at the bottom of the Rock," Rafiki warned.

"Well, he's not here to hear, is he?"

"There is no sign that he cannot hear from afar," the mandrill said, glancing around. "There are other powers beyond the king's gift of sight."

As Rafiki said that, Simba swore that he felt something, something that tingled in the shadows, something that was there and not there at the same time. He rubbed his head, and for a half-second, he saw a shadowy figure standing in the back, someone tall and looming that grinned in the darkness.

And then it was gone. He shook his head.

"Isn't there anything we can do?" he asked.

"Not now. Not until the kingdom forgets some of its anger. The Pride Lands are on the verge of ripping themselves apart, and I will not see what Mufasa and I helped build get torn apart."

Simba recognized the tone in his parent's voice. Whatever he did, whatever he planned would be watched. If there was anything that risked the Pride Lands as a whole, then it would be stopped before it could be started. He'd fallen asleep as an adult, but now, he was back to being less than a cub.

So much for being a prince...

He managed to get to his feet, though he wobbled as soon as he was upright. Rafiki pulled back to sit down, but he shrugged the mandrill's hand from his shoulder.

"Naka...where's Naka?" he managed to ask.

"Outside," Sakabi said. "Waiting for you."

"...May I see him?"

"...You may."

Simba nodded, walking around his father's lover. It was time for him to see his bodyguard again. Hopefully, this time, they could talk. This time, they could plan for something.

He found Naka sitting on the edge of the Rock, the other lion staring out towards the horizon. As he approached from behind, he saw the sudden stiffening that followed, and he knew that things still weren't good between him and Naka. Perhaps they weren't good between Naka and anyone that had the power to do something to him. Simba shook his head, pausing a good three paces back from his friend.

"...Hi."

"...Hi."

Greetings exchanged, Simba hesitated for another few seconds, then finished making his way forward. He sat down beside the paler-furred lion, kicking his legs slowly as he looked out in the distance. Opening and closing his mouth several times as he failed to find the right things to say, he sighed.

"I'm sorry," he tried again.

"For what?"

"For...I don't know. Everything?"

"...I guess that's a start," Naka muttered.

"Look. I...I was stupid," the prince said, pulling his legs up and resting his knees against his chest. "I don't know what I was doing. I just...I figured something out, and then I started using it, and -"

"What are you talking about?"

"It's a thing. A thing that..."

He was about to say that it was a thing that Scar could do, and he stopped himself. Scar was the only one that seemed to care, not to mention that he was the one that was holding the Pride Lands together now. He couldn't risk that.

"A thing that I found out about by accident. I can...see things. Hear things. And it lets me..." He sighed. "Look. You know how I made you all...easy, when we were sparring a few times?"

"Yeah. I remember."

"That's what I found out. I can do that to...to anyone, and I got cocky. I got stupid. And that left me doing...bad things."

Naka was looking him straight in the eye, now. That was something. At least his friend and bodyguard wasn't looking away anymore.

"What kind of bad things?"

"...Bloody things."

"My prince...what did you do?"

"...I hurt a...a wildebeest."

"How badly?"

"Very. He was bleeding when I left. I...I was just trying to have fun, but then I saw the right things to say, to make him submit, to make him...do things, and I just couldn't stop. I couldn't stop."

Simba shook his head, lowering his face into his knees. The sudden ache of guilt hit him hard, and he didn't know how to stop the tears rising up. He had seen what he'd done, then Scar had seen it and given him a distraction. To save Sarakiba, and then...then...

Then he forgot about the power as the hyenas came to him, and used him, and then he couldn't get away because he no longer wanted to get away. It just felt good. He felt...maybe he deserved the punishment, then. Maybe he deserved what he'd gotten, and he'd just let them keep going. They wanted him -

They wanted him. The wildebeest wanted him. When he used that power to make people do what he wanted, they wanted him. When he submitted and became a toy, they wanted him. When he was himself, he was weak, he was nothing, he was just...just a thing that even his father didn't want to be around.

He leaned his head back, but just as he was about to slam his forehead against his knees, Naka grabbed him by the mane. It was an instant grip, a reminder of just how fast his friend and guard was.

"Things are bad enough. The Pride doesn't need the prince bloodying himself."

"...You're right."

"Are you going to stop?"

"I'm okay. I'm...I'm okay."

Naka's fingers slowly slid out from his mane, and he breathed slowly. He wasn't good, but he was okay, and that was something that he could work with.

As he looked up again, he tried to get comfortable, feeling the warm stone under his rump pressing against old bruises. He must have been fucked particularly hard among the hyenas, hard enough to really leave a mark at that. He squirmed a bit more, biting off a hiss as he felt his pucker touch the stone. Just from that, he could tell that they had done something to his rump, something that had left it...well, probably really stretched. He didn't want to look just yet, but he would have to.

"Naka?"

"Yeah?"

"I need your help with something."

"What?"

"I want to..."

Wanted to want? Make things better? Find a way to show that he wasn't a useless prince? Find a way to show that his father was innocent when he had been right there and knew that his father was completely guilty of those murders?

Except...except that there was one little thing...

He remembered his father punching Scar, but he also remembered the expression on his uncle's face. He remembered how his father hadn't known anything about how and why he had gotten to the hyenas, or what they were doing to him. There'd been nothing, but Scar had known.

And Mufasa...had not.

Why didn't Uncle Scar tell him?

That was the mystery, but he had no idea where to start. He groaned.

"It's a stupid idea."

"Tell me anyway," Naka said. "Maybe I can make it less stupid."

"I doubt it. I think...I know Scar's done something, something that made this worse. But...I don't know how to prove it."

"Sakabi's been saying that ever since it started," Naka said, shaking his head and looking out at the savannah. "If he had any idea, he'd probably start on an investigation already."

"If he wasn't so busy..."

And if there wasn't that feeling again. Simba shivered, looking over his shoulder. There was that darkness again, something that was just out of the corner of his eye. It was watching, listening.

A thought occurred to him. What if, just what if, there was a way to test whether that was what he thought it was?

"I'm going to talk to the elephants," Simba said, all while he kept his hand close to him, gesturing negatively, a 'no' without saying it before pointing down towards the base of the rock. "I think they know something."

Naka looked at his hands, then at him. His bodyguard nodded ever so slightly, and stood up.

"I'll come with you."

"Heh, I'll outrun you."

He was already gesturing again, hand to his chest. No, again. He pointed down and back to the Rock, to the tunnels, and then made a gesture of a jagged scar. Watch Scar, he was trying to say.

And then, Simba ran. He jumped up and ran away from Naka, over, around, and down towards the path that led away from the Rock. It was a difficult path to manage with his current lack of strength, but he managed to keep his balance at the very least. He took a long, roundabout path, one that left him leaping from place to place rather than just running down the long, steep slope that led to the grounds below.

It was done intentionally, something to give Naka plenty of time to get inside. He wanted to see if he was right. Simba reached the bottom of the path, took just enough steps forward to make it look like he was running off to the elephants before the grass would mask his footsteps, then took a long jump back into a hidden crevice at the base of the Rock.

He waited there for one, two, three, four, five minutes, and then, just as he was concerned he was wrong, the thudding feet of lions coming down the steep slope filled his ears. He ducked back down into the shadows, watching as the naked males ran through the grasses, their cocks stroked by the longer grasses and their tails raised by others. Bare feet thumped through the earth as they ran off.

Alright...they've been sent off, now to see what Naka heard...

Simba waited in the shadow of the Rock, and mere seconds later, Naka arrived. His bodyguard crouched down and nodded. No speaking, just nodding.

Scar sent them to the elephants. He heard me.

Which meant that there was something else going on. His uncle knew how to hear things at a distance throughout the Pride Lands. That meant that he knew a lot more than Simba could have guessed, which, in turn, meant that it was possible that he knew that the other Pride had been invading before they reached the hyenas.

Which meant that maybe, just maybe, Scar was guilty of more than just keeping secrets.

But how do I actually show that?

More to the point, how did he say it when he figured it out? Scar would hear him, and now that he knew what to look for, he realized that the dark presence was still nearby. Not right with them, since it probably thought that he was somewhere else, but as soon as it realized that it couldn't hear him around the elephants, then it would start searching for him closer to home. He wasn't even sure if he could speak, because if he did, he might draw its attention. If it was like his father's powers of seeing anything in the kingdom, then action and speech might draw its attention.

He dragged his claw through the ground, tapping it a few times. Naka knew what he meant, obviously; his friend leaned down, looking at the ground. Simba drew it, making a picture of a lion with a darker mane, then with big ears. He gestured all around, then pointed at his own mouth and shook his head.

Scar could hear everything. No speaking quiet things.

Naka nodded, then drew in returned. Pointing at Scar, he drew another lion. Sakabi, roughly, followed by a mouth pointed at the other lion and speaking, then a questioning face.

Simba shook his head. Without real proof, they couldn't tell. But...He had an idea where they could get that.

He drew another picture. Naka didn't like it, but his bodyguard nodded. They got to their feet and started walking. It was a long trek to the hyenas.

Since the end of the fight, Shenzi had been having a series of increasingly worse days, and free access to the rest of the Pride Lands hadn't soothed him in the slightest. The rest of the hyenas stayed out of his way, most of them doing everything that they could to cover their dicks and keep from getting his attention. The heavy-bottomed leader of the group barely noticed; he was thinking with his head rather than his ass for a change.

Scar had all but gypped them of the better life that they wanted. Sure, they had access to more food and more trade, now, but that didn't mean shit if the other tribes still wouldn't deal with them. They were in the Pride Lands, but the stereotypes that followed hyenas still followed his people around. The only tribes that would trade with them were the vultures and the crocodiles, and the latter tried to eat his people as often as they were willing to trade.

Scar had promised that they would have better lives, that he would ensure that they were well-paid for the help that they had offered. So far, they'd barely been allowed further into the borders, and despite him being regent, Shenzi had yet to get anything more than that from him.

And it was causing him problems. The rest of the hyenas were still following his orders, but the longer that this went on without something getting better, the more likelihood there was of Banzai or one of the others staging a coup. He wasn't as young as he used to be, and while he could still take some of them out if he had to, he didn't think that he could take them all on the way that he used to. Even with his skills, even with the little bits of powers that he had taken on over the years...

Shenzi kicked his toes into the river, looking down at the crocodiles lingering in the middle of it. He tossed a rock, skipping it across the surface of the water. It narrowly missed one of them, and he chuckled to himself as the crocodile growled.

Yeah, try and take me, if you like. I'll just knock you back in the water.

He skipped another rock as he shook his head. He needed to change the balance of power, do something that would make Scar start bending more in his direction. The plan had been for him to have the prince, but there'd been no sign of that just yet. Scar had taken the seat of regency, and had done nothing to reward the hyenas.

He refused to deal with us the first time until we intercepted his messenger to the other Pride. I need to get something that'll show I can mess with him...something that will make him buy me off again...

But what?

Splash.

The hyena patriarch looked up, seeing a lion's mane in the water. He slowly cocked his head to the side as a second lion head popped up, and slowly smiled as he recognized the two of them.

Simba and Naka, both of them well away from Pride Rock. That was something, indeed. And -

Scar might be listening...but I wonder...

Mufasa saw everything from his perch. Scar heard everything. Their power came from the land, from the kingdom itself. Shenzi's, on the other hand, came from the little tricks and symbols that he'd learned. Some of them he'd stolen from Rafiki, and others had come from little bits and bobs that he'd found throughout the dark places of the Pride Lands. He chuckled to himself, realizing that he had something that Princy might want.

He got to his feet, stretching his arms over his head. His cock swung from side to side as he walked to the edge of his rock and hopped down to the muddy riverbank. Squelching his toes in the mud, he waved at the lions, making sure that they knew that he knew that they were there, and called for them to come to his side of the river.

They did, of course. After all, they wanted something.

Both lions were drenched to the skin, panting from the rough swim across the fast-moving river. Simba, in particular, was barely able to catch his breath. Shenzi shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Well, well, Princy. Just a few days away and you already want more? You're one hungry slut, aren't you?"

"That's...not...why I'm here," Simba said, whispering.

"Heh...you want to know about him, huh?"

"...You know."

"Oh ho ho, yeeeees." Shenzi smirked. "And I'm happy to talk...for a price."

"..."

"But if we're going to talk, we'll need privacy, won't we?"

Shenzi dragged his toes through the mud, drawing a circle around the three of them. On each point, north, south, east, and west, he drew simple x-shapes, followed by a circle through them. Once they were surrounded, he noticed Simba go wide-eyed, looking like he'd just bitten off a gasp.

We-he-hell...looks like Princy's got a few tricks of his own...

"What did you do?" Simba whispered.

"Oh, just kept himself from hearing us," Shenzi said, looking down at his fingers and claws. "Just a little trick of mine."

"...Can you teach us?"

"Not a chance, Princy. I gotta have something secret."

"Figures..."

The prince sighed, and his bodyguard moved to stand a little more stiffly at his side, flexing ever so slightly. Shenzi knew the posture. It was just to make sure that he understood that any tricks wouldn't be tolerated.

Of course, Shenzi still remembered how easily the little slut had gone under his own people, how the bodyguard had so happily given up his body to the attentions of his prince while they were in the Graveyard. That made it rather hard to take any sort of threat from the younger lion seriously.

"So, what brings you to my neck of the woods, hmm? If it's not Princy looking to get his ass stuffed, perhaps it's you looking to experience a good gangbang again, hmm?"

"No. Never again," the other lion said.

"Oh, you say that now, but all it would take is one good thrust from Princy here to get you going." Shenzi chuckled. "He's got a good one."

"..."

"But no, it's about himself, isn't it?"

"...Yes," Simba said. "He's done something. I don't know what, but he did something. Something to...set my father up."

Oh, Princy's got a brain after all. I guess he's not just easy on the eyes, after all.

That did, of course, make things more complicated for the relationship between him and Scar. The dark lion would be more than willing to see Simba stashed with him and the rest of the hyenas once he found out that Simba knew the truth about how things were going, but that didn't mean that he couldn't turn this to his advantage. Perhaps there was a way that he could spin this to get something even better out of his erstwhile ally.

Shenzi chuckled, leaning back against the rock, just barely within the circle at that point. He didn't miss the way that Simba's eyes dropped, either. Princy was obviously still affected by all the things that he and the other hyenas had marked him with. An addiction had set in, and now, it was hard for the young lion to resist.

Oh, we are going to have fun later...

"Heh, so why did you come to me?"

"Scar told me to come to you," Princy said. "And that means that he had something planned. He wanted me to get stuck there, which meant that he wanted me to be...be getting fucked the way that I was. It was the first thing my father saw, and he knew it would be. He intentionally kept what I was doing so the king would be angry."

Did he now?

Well, that was a little piece of information that he hadn't been aware of. He'd known that Scar had been laying infuriating facts down, knew that it had been done to keep the king from thinking straight, but to make him angry? Well, that definitely went against the deal that they'd had before.

I can play this a bit further...

"I think we might be able to help each other, then, Princy."

"Define 'help,'" the bodyguard said.

"Oh, nothing like that. At least, not this time."

Unless Princy wanted it, of course, but that was a different matter. He had other things that he could offer, other things that he needed.

He didn't plan on betraying Scar. Not yet, at least. He was still convinced that the dark lion had a better chance of getting everything that he wanted out of this particular deal, and he would be better off backing the smarter, stronger lion. However, that didn't mean that he couldn't hedge his bets a little. A little information for the prince, a little technique to keep him from being discovered right away...

Besides, Scar wouldn't be stupid enough to get rid of the only heir that he currently had. He needed to master the process of creating one himself while he was still fertile. Until he had something to work with, he'd need Simba as a back-up to maintain the family line. That meant storing Princy somewhere safe, and where safer than among the hyenas, with him and his people?

"I'll tell you what you want to know...and you...can show your uncle something for me..."

Mufasa sat restrained at the bottom of the Rock. His arms were pulled forward, dragged through straps of leather that he could have broken, but chose not to. His guilt weighed him down as much as anything else did. No matter what else happened, he could not deny that he had killed those that didn't deserve it.

My son...

Sakabi had come to him to inform him that things had changed, that Simba had woken up, finally. He half-hoped that things would get better, but his brother had been right. Him becoming regent was the best thing for the kingdom now, at least until the other tribes learned to calm down. They would demand his head if they pushed too fast.

He wasn't sure that he would fight them on that.

Shaking his head, he looked down at his hands again. The blood had been scrubbed away days ago, but he still swore he could feel it, staining his hands. He clenched his fingers into fists, feeling the prick of his claws, and he lowered his head into his hands.

So many years of peace had come to such an end, all because he was too hasty, too angry. He'd allowed a moment of connection, a moment of rage, to take away everything that he had built. Now, it was up to his brother and his son to hold out, to make things better for the rest of the Pride.

How is my son?

Mufasa closed his eyes and embraced the power of the kingdom again. He looked out, gazing across the entirety of the Pride Lands. He found the tracks of his son, found the path that he and Naka had taken. They had gone to the edge of the Pride Lands, across the river, and -

And they were talking to a hyena. The head of them, for that matter. His breath caught in his throat. Why were they...

Are they making peace? he wondered.

Seldom had he ever wished to hear what he was seeing more than he did right then. He shook his head, letting it fade and opening his eyes again.

"Well, brother? How do you feel?"

Scar stood before him, his sibling leaning against the nearby wall, Mufasa shook his head.

"I feel horrible."

"As you should. I tried to warn you."

"...You did."

"And now, you cannot seem to recover. Not that I would wish you to break out, of course, but I expected you to be more...angry..."

"My anger killed those that didn't deserve it. I cannot get angry again."

"Not even at the possibility of your own death?" Scar asked.

Mufasa shrugged. "They would have every reason to ask for it. But this is why you are regent, and I'm in here."

"Indeed, brother. Indeed."

There was almost a smile to his brother's words, but that was something that he had long-since gotten used to. Misfortune for anyone brought mockery out of Scar. It never meant anything, and he doubted that it meant anything now. His attention was more on his son off on the other end of the kingdom, and what that meeting meant.

What are you doing, Simba?

The End

Summary: Simba and Naka discover Scar's ability to hear at a distance, and realize that there might be more behind the events of that fight than anyone else knows.

Tags: Nudity, M/solo, naked, teasing, lion, hyena, bondage, Shenzi, Simba, all male, gay, rule 34, series, no sex,