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Scar and Mufasa had been fighting for some time now. Their sparring had consisted of multiple rounds and all of them had been cut short. The younger sibling tried all kinds of methods, using brute force and all the tricks that he could think of. But nothing worked against the bigger lion, who stood tall with a triumphant grin on his face. Sure, Scar was more creative and cunning but it wasn't enough to outmatch the red maned lion's sheer strength and fighting experience. His moves were swiftly countered and the power behind each strike left him reconsidering his methods.

Pouncing again led to the both of them writhing and rolling on the savanna's ground. They attacked each other with teeth and claws. Scar fought with all that he had but was quickly getting tired. Mufasa seemed to have more stamina in addition to his strength, soon having his brother pinned down. Scar was panting hard, having blades of ripped out grass stuck in his ruffled black mane. He was defeated, both lions knew it. Even as he continued to snarl and squirm under the bigger lion's weight, it was clear that there wasn't much more for him to give. The black maned lion seethed but not from the defeat. What he really dreaded was the admittance of such.

"Alright... Alright, I concede..." Scar finally spoke, still growling as Mufasa lifted his heavy paw, finally letting him up.

"You are getting better, little brother." Mufasa said, outstretching his paw and placing it on the other lion's shoulder. The title and touch sent a shudder down the green eyed lion's spine.

"Get off of me!" Scar huffed, stepping away from his brother with a visible shake of his pelt.

"It was just a compliment," Mufasa responded, he didn't even bother to mask the offense he was now feeling. "You've come just a bit closer to knocking me off balance."

"Oh joy..." Scar groaned. He wasn't sure if his brother was trying to encourage or mock him. Either way, the dark lion felt nothing but irritation.

"Consider yourself lucky that I'm not taking our fights seriously," Mufasa said, using a stern tone of voice. "Being my brother affords you certain rights that keep you from the usual punishment." Scar just rolled his eyes. This wasn't the first time the golden lion recited these words to him. Mufasa would constantly remind him of how lucky he was. Only a lion in his position would be able to challenge the king and walk away without major consequences. "Any other king would have taken your life already, and I have that same right. Do not forget that."

"Oh, you've made yourself quite clear time and time again..." Scar said, turning his back on the other lion. "My dear older brother, the strong Pride Lands king..."

"Do not mock me, Scar," Mufasa warned.

"And what shall you do about it?" Scar asked, whipping his head back to meet the other lion's glare. There was a drawn out silence between them before the smaller lion huffed. The king just stood there with an unreadable gaze on his face.

"Just as I expected..." Scar said, being fueled by his sibling's silence. "You're nothing but empty threats, Mufasa. You have strength to spare but in all other regards you're...lacking..."

He struck a chord within his brother and Mufasa finally had enough. He had already swung his paw and smacked Scar while his back was turned. The dark lion stood in place but slowly turned around to face his older brother. Losing his composer, Scar lunged at the other lion with fully unsheathed claws. He struck the other feline's shoulder, digging his claws in deep and drawing blood. But Mufasa stood firm and acted quickly to subdue his assailant. One moment Scar had leapt through the air, and the next he was on the ground with the bigger predator's weight on his body, keeping in place.

Mufasa's jaws locked around his scruff and a hiss was forced from Scar, feeling both the sting of sharp teeth that were about to break the skin but also the rough entry of the king's barbed prick. He had stepped out of line and now the king had to remind Scar of his position. Mufasa inserted himself roughly, using extra force that would teach his sibling a lesson. The moment it hilted inside, the bigger feline started out with hard pushes and pulls of his hips, keeping the flesh pounding within the pinned male's ass.

Scar again felt rage pouring through him. His body was rocked from the strength put into each thrust. Warm puffs of breath ruffled his mane even more and his brother's muffled moans kept his claws digging at the earth in front of him. This was far from the first time he was "disciplined" and he hated it every time. Mufasa got to feel pleasure from his tailhole while he was just left to endure the all too hard rutting. He got no pleasure from the situation, only groaning and hissing through clenched fangs.

At the very least they were isolated, having ventured out far enough for them to fight without interruption and that also applied to mating. No one was around to see the brown lion being used by the monarch and that gave him some relief. Mufasa's grunts were getting deeper and the weight was increasing. Scar recognized the signs and braced himself for what was to come, still feeling a wash of humiliation the moment he felt the spurts of seed coating his anal lining. Mufasa humped a few more times, milking out more ropes of his cum before pulling out suddenly. His barbs scratched on their way out, being the final part of Scar's punishment.

"Let that be a reminder..." Mufasa said, looming over him. "...of who the king around here is." He turned tail and left Scar with a leaking hole, dribbling onto the grass and earth beneath him.

Scar's paws were shaky but he forced himself to stand. Mufasa could hear this and he paused, turning around to watch. Usually the younger lion would be left in a state where he was unable to stand but there he was, getting on his paws. He was panting but managed to steady himself before turning his defiant gaze on the king.

"Just remember Mufasa. You're only king for now. Sooner or later, your time will come..." The dark lion snarled. He forced himself to ignore the pain that flashed under his tail, turning around once more before running off.

The king watched as his brother took off, his paws taking him towards the Pride Lands' border. Those words brought an uneasy feeling within Mufasa. It sounded like a threat. But his brother was already too far away. Maybe it was best that they spent some time apart. Perhaps he took things too far this time...

"No..." Mufasa said aloud. "Scar's always been jealous. He never learns sense..." He finally turned around as well, departing for Pride Rock.

While walking back the golden lion was going back and forth in his own mind. Scar would request a challenge, his goal being the crown. Usually the losing lion would be banished but being the king's brother gave Scar an opportunity that he exploited time and time again. As time went on Mufasa stopped taking these challenges seriously, given how he had won each and every one of them. His size and prowess was a source of pride and it aided in making him king when the time came. And that included what was hidden in his sheath. Not only did he use that to punish Scar when he got out of line, but it made him very loved by the lionesses as well. Mating season had just passed and his mate was now carrying his cub, Sarabi had shown signs and when Rafiki confirmed it they were overjoyed.

'Hopefully my child will have more sense,' Mufasa hoped to himself. Kids were a handful no matter what species they were. He could only hope that they wouldn't turn out like his egotistical sibling.

Scar was still running while thinking to himself. His anger was flaring, kept strong by the pained throbs of his scratched rim.

'I am better. If he wasn't such a brute I would have taken the throne easily!' Scar thought to himself. He cursed the lion that had always gotten more attention than him and the pride that valued Mufasa's image over his clear cunning and skill. With his intellect the dark lion had been plotting to eventually take the throne for himself. He had tried time and time again to do things the traditional way and the results were the same every single time...

'I'll just have to get rid of him!' This was something that Scar had considered for years now, the idea always being in the back of his mind. He couldn't beat the older lion in a fight and he would never step down willingly either... The only option left was to get rid of the king. But that was easier said than done. Mufasa was beloved by the pride and there were always eyes on him. Even if he did kill Mufasa, someone would go looking for him. And with his reputation, it was likely the murder would be pinned on him, with or without evidence. 'I need something... It's as if my plan is missing a vital piece. But what is it?!'

The pain eased a bit and Scar continued to think as he left the Pride Lands behind, crossing into the barren territory known as the Outlands. He sought the company of the hyenas, having formed a secret alliance with them. In exchange for smuggling food into their land, they swore their loyalty to him. It started as purely transactional but the lion grew close to the clan, especially the main trio of Shenzi, Banzai, and Ed.

He entered their cavern and met with the trio and after explaining his latest failure to them, they offered to ease his pain. Ed had given a few curious sniffs to Scar's backside before drawing his tongue over the sore hole. His warm smooth tongue made the lion jump at first but he soon sighed from the pain ebbing away even more. The hyena's licking cleaned away his brother's seed as well.

"Thank you," he said, giving the Outlanders more respect and kindness than he would any Pridelander. Ed nodded and chuckled before pushing his tongue inside. A moan came from the lion, feeling the wet muscle reaching in deep to clean away the mess inside of him. Feeling Ed's tongue lapping and twisting inside of him also got his cock to slip out of his sheath, something that Mufasa's rough humping hadn't achieved.

"Let me take care of that," Banzai offered, stepping in. Scar was sitting on his side, having both his hole and rod available. The other hyena came in close and ducked his head under the feline's lifted leg.

"Oh...yesss..." Scar hissed in delight. It had been a while since he was serviced and the Pride Land lionesses only had their eyes on Mufasa. They denied him for all of the mating season's duration. Their tantalizing smells all around him was torture. To distract himself the brown lion had trained his body in preparation for his fight with Mufasa...

Male on male mating was something not easily found in the Pride Lands. Scar wasn't picky about partners and found that Outlanders always felt better. They were more open and willing to please, especially towards the one that kept them fed.

Banzai closed his eyes, already bobbing his head up and down while sucking on the barbed flesh. He felt pride in getting the lion to moan out. Just like Ed, his tongue was slurping and twirling all over the inches. As far as lion's went, Scar was much bigger than average, having something both lengthy and thick enough to spread any hole it penetrated. Banzai's mouth was wrapped around the twitching thing, him swallowing down the precum that streaked his tongue.

On the other end, Ed had cleaned up any evidence of Mufasa's punishment. The only thing left was his own saliva, having soaked the soft walls in layers. Though the deed was done, he continued rimming the dark maned feline. He also got a rise out of hearing Scar's moans, hearing them get louder when he lapped at the prostate. His lengthy tongue began to slide in ever deeper, touching spots that neither Mufasa's cock or cum had touched.

"Ooaah..." Scar moaned, letting himself just enjoy the pair of mouths that gave him two forms of pleasure that came together. His body was trembling and the pain of being used earlier was forgotten. Instead he just basked in all of the feelings, squeezing his hole down on Ed's tongue while making small thrusts into Banzai's muzzle. The other hyena met these motions, letting the length slide into his throat. With a heaving chest and gritted teeth, Scar felt his climax rising. He didn't tell them to stop and they were able to tell. Banzai began bobbing his head faster and Ed licked harder as well. The both of them worked together to give Scar the strong orgasm he deserved.

With a deep snarl and jerk of his lower half, Scar began pumping his pent up loads into Banzai's swallowing muzzle. His throbbing prick was still being lavished with soft licks that touched all of his inches. Ed had stopped rimming him but remained close, using his tongue to ease the lion's churning balls inside of his own mouth. He began sucking on the orbs, twirling the wet muscle over them both in between those suckles.

When he came down from his climax, Scar was in a much better mood. But he was still set on getting his revenge on Mufasa. He didn't want to start dwelling on the subject as it would only make him angry all over again. His thanks were given to the hyenas. They were always just the thing to calm him down, giving him the release that he often desperately needed. With so many in the clan there was always someone ready to offer their mouth or backside. The lion never turned them down, sometimes fully draining his balls of their sperm.

Though his mind was clear again, he was still unable to form a solid plan. If there was anything that Scar learned from losing so many times, it was that his brother was no pushover and he could not be underestimated. Even the entire clan of hyenas could be countered by the trained lionesses. In order to claim the throne, he needed to take care of Mufasa directly. Getting rid of the king would destabilize everything else.

He departed to a private empty chamber to think. He must have paced back and forth for hours but ultimately came up with nothing to show for it. Admitting defeat, the lion left the cavern. Suddenly a hyena approached him. He came on Shenzi's behalf, having some info that may be useful. He told of some kind of feline that's been roaming the Outlands. They were said to be strong and fearsome. The hyena suggested Scar could take a look for himself. This was intriguing. If this was a rogue lion perhaps he could convince them to join his side. What better to fight a strong lion than with a possibly stronger lion? One that was hardened by traveling.

Despite the lack of plentiful growth, the Outlands was just as expansive as the Pride Lands. He went off in the direction the hyena gave him. The lion searched around but wondered if the direction had been wrong. It had been hours now. Perhaps the feline had left the area already? He was ready to turn tail and return to the hyena's territory but something compelled him to venture further out. It was just a feeling that something fruitful was nearby.

And to his luck there were prints in the dusty earth. They were big but most definitely belonged to a feline. He followed the trail and it led him to a fallen buffalo, something that wasn't easy to take down. It took at least four lionesses working in perfect sync to take just one down. He looked around and saw that there was only one set of tracks, all of them belonging to a single creature. They were all the same size and left an identical imprint. Curiously he fit his own paw into it, surprised that the print was bigger.

As far as lions went he was of average build. But even Mufasa's paw wouldn't have matched the shape left in the earth. He sniffed at the imprint and picked up a scent left behind. It didn't match any other feline species that lived in this or any of the nearby lands. Not a leopard, cheetah, or even a lion...

Another wave of unease came over the dark lion. He felt as if he shouldn't be here, that he was dealing with something never encountered before. He scanned the area, seeing that the buffalo had most of its flesh torn away. The hyenas would appreciate the fresh bones but Scar wasn't willing to drag it all the way back. There were still some big hunks of meat left and given how rare a good hunt like this was, it was safe to assume that the one responsible would be back for more sustenance.

So he went with the best option: sitting himself down on the soft earth. He would wait for them to return. While waiting he pondered what kind of creature could take down a healthy buffalo on their own. It was rare for a Pride Land prey animal to cross into the Outlands. There wasn't much vegetation to feed them and that kept them away. Finding any creature, let alone a buffalo was a rare treat and clearly this creature seized chance when it came.

He actually chuckled at the thought. Clearly prey had grown ignorant from his life in the lush land. Though hunted, even the prey lived relatively carefree lives. Being without strife their whole lives is bound to make a few of them feel invincible. And look at where it got them... For a moment he put himself in the buffalo's place, daring to step into the Outlands, only to be hunted down by some unknown creature.

Thinking further he wondered if this stranger wasn't just passing through. What if he had come to challenge Mufasa for the throne. Scar wasn't the only one to request a challenge. More than a few strong looking rogues came along to seize the throne. Perhaps this feline came from somewhere farther away? Either way he held onto the possibility of appealing to them just like he did with the hyenas. The buffalo alone was proof of their capabilities, someone that would finally knock Mufasa's ego down a few pegs.

There was also the possibility of them being a simple traveler that cared nothing about ruling or proving their strength. It would be harder to convince them of joining his cause, as those passing by weren't often charmed by more complex things like ruling or sabotage...

While thinking, Scar heard something up ahead. Springing into action right away, he began racing towards the noise. The tracks stopped but new ones soon turned up. He followed these and was suddenly knocked off his paws. The lion yowled as he tumbled across the dirt, being on his belly when he stopped. Scar was dizzy from the sudden impact but when regaining his senses, he realized that he was staring down large sharp teeth, primed to lunge and bite. Thinking fast, he jumped back while swiping his paw ahead, striking the muzzle with his claws.

A roar of pain came from this and the assailant stepped back. Scar was able to see that it was a feline, but not any kind he ever saw before. This one was orange and covered in black stripes. The sound that came from him was deep, rumbling Scar's body a bit. He stood firm but gulped when seeing how big the other creature was. He stood taller than himself and Mufasa as well, recovering and lunging at him. Scar had been too busy gawking and was suddenly struck by a much heavier paw than Mufasa's. It's hit actually pushed his body back despite the blow just being to his chest.

Scar knew he was outmatched when it came to power but his many fights with Mufasa gave him some experience with bigger foes. This stranger was strong but didn't have the advantage of knowing his moves. He tapped into his agility, staying light on his paws while striking with his claws. They struck the bigger feline's dense pelt. Contact was made but his foe wasn't fazed. Nevertheless Scar kept it up and began to draw blood from the striped pelt.

The other feline got some good hits on him as well, making him bleed as well. Scar's next strike was anticipated. It was countered with a strike to his stomach. Having the tender flesh hit with so much power forced the air out of Scar but he remained standing. Knowing that his strength was fading, the lion made a desperate lunge that knocked the foe off balance. The two of them were soon rolling around in the loose earth, getting dirt and dust stuck to their wounded pelts. Scar tried his hardest but was pinned yet again, wheezing from the white paw that stayed on his neck.

"You fought better than most..." the stranger said, his voice being deep. "And used your size well too."

Scar found himself chuckling despite some air being forced out of him. "Well I couldn't just sit there and let you tear into me."

"Fair point." The other said, his words being ended with what sounded like laughter. "I see lions have some survival instinct within them..." His words were said in a way that offended Scar. "And you've given more than a few wounds that will serve as a reminder." The pressure on the lion's neck was getting stronger and Scar realized this creature intended to kill him.

Even with fear taking hold, Scar began to think of a way to get out of this situation. He had no strength to work with. The only thing left were his words and air to speak with was running out...

"You may not want to kill me..."

"And why not?" the stranger asked, his voice carrying genuine curiosity. "You've wounded me and have gotten too close to him too."

"Him?" Scar repeated. He smirked when hearing the other feline groan. Apparently there was someone he was trying to keep secret. "So you're not alone?"

"It doesn't matter. If you want to live I'll need a good reason..." the other male growled.

"Well for one I am the prince of the Pride Lands. And I also hold great power in the hyena clan not far from here," Scar said with a bit of smugness. He hardly valued his royal title but he just couldn't resist bragging.

"And what good does that do me?"

"Depends... I can see you're perfectly healthy. But...given the fact that a recently hunted buffalo is over there and a cavern is over there..." Scar said, pointing with his eyes. "I think it's safe to assume you're tending to someone who's either hurt or sick..."

"Let's say you're assumption is correct-"

"Then I could help. The Pride Lands isn't very welcoming but the hyenas are surprisingly inclusive. There's not many resources in this land but they have plenty of herbs stored away," Scar explained. He was able to talk freely, the weight being eased from his next. He was appealing to the other feline...

"If you are lying I can-"

"Oh, I'm very aware," Scar finished for him. "But I can't help you and your...companion if I'm dead.

"Very well," the other feline growled, easing his paw off completely. Scar got up on his paws, wincing from the pain he still felt.

The other feline led the way, approaching the cavern that Scar noticed earlier. Nothing was said on the way and when looking inside the lion could see yet another feline but this one was more recognizable. It was a leopard, one that was much bigger than any other he had seen in this area. The spotted mammal growled when seeing Scar before hissing in pain. As predicted, they had a deep wound on their back. It looked serious and the lion suddenly felt a sense of urgency.

"Right. As I said, the hyenas will have something to help them," Scar said, with a serious tone. "Please come with me."

The striped feline looked reluctant at first but followed the lion. Scar noticed them whisper something to the leopard, likely making it clear that he would return soon. It was another long journey back to the clan, but running a good portion of the way cut down their time. When reaching the hyena clan the tiger stopped while Scar was still walking.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"They wouldn't welcome me..." the striped feline said. It sounded like he had plenty of experience to support those words.

"If you wish to help your friend then you must meet them. Just trust me," Scar encouraged. He knew it was strange to request that of someone he just fought but seeing that leopard wounded in such a state struck a sympathetic chord within him. More than a few times the dark lion trudged himself to the Outlands after a round of fighting with Mufasa.

The first time had been during the infancy of his relationship with the hyenas. He didn't fully trust them but couldn't bring himself to return to Pride Rock with his wounds showing, letting everyone else see the clear signs of numerous defeats. Upon arriving to the hyena's cavern, he was surprised to find they didn't mock him. Rather they were worried and ushered him to the den where the herbs were stored.

They didn't have much but gave it to him anyway. A part of him wondered if they were just worried about losing their food supply. He couldn't hunt until fully healed and it would have taken longer without the herb's effects. But their words and expressions made him realize that they really cared about his well being. Shenzi. Banzai, and Ed made sure that he was doing well. He asked why they would use their limited resources on him and Shenzi simply explained that it was the least they could do for him. Sure, he provided food but they also enjoyed his presence around the cavern.

While recovering Scar took the time to get to know the hyenas on a deeper level. He learned many things about them and found himself opening up to them as well. Their trust and overall relationship was much deeper when he departed for the Pride Lands yet again, having a newfound determination to defeat his brother...

Scar was certain they could extend that hospitality to this striped feline as well, especially after he explained the situation. The other male nodded and followed.

"Did you find-" Shenzi was about to ask but the answer was clear enough to see. Standing just next to Scar was a creature she had never seen before.

"Shenzi," Scar said, his voice carrying urgency. "He had come for aid." He motioned for the other feline to speak for himself.

A small growl came from the stranger but he cleared his throat. "My traveling companion is wounded badly. This lion said you have herbs that can help. I...humbly ask that you spare some for me." The larger mammal actually bowed towards the hyena. Shenzi and the others were shocked but she regained her composure when seeing Scar nod for her to act.

"Any friend of Scar's is a friend of ours. And we take care of our own," Shenzi said firmly, giving the order for the appropriate herbs to be brought.

The striped predator was surprised by this and looked over to see Scar wearing a knowing grin. "It's just as I told you."

"T-thank you," the words were said quietly but the lion.

"You could have just told me from the start and saved us both the trouble," Scar replied, chuckling a bit.

"Hmm..."

They stood side by side still, waiting for the hyenas to return. "Can I at least ask who you are."

"...Shere Khan..." the other feline said. "...the tiger."

"Tiger?" Scar repeated. He had never heard of such a creature.

"Obviously I am not from around here..." the tiger said plainly.

The hyenas returned with the herbs and Shere Khan was surprised by how much they were giving him.

"Don't worry about it. Just take them," Shenzi said, having noticed the surprised look.

The tiger nodded and carefully took the herbs into his jaws. Scar thanked them again and they were departing yet again. Given that Khan was carrying something, they didn't talk much on the way back. When returning to the cavern, Scar was mindful enough to stay behind while Shere Khan ducked inside.

He could see the tiger putting the herbs to use, applying them to the leopard's wounds. They hissed from the sting but settled down after a few seconds. Scar had been sitting outside of the cavern for some time before the tiger returned.

"I owe you thanks as well," Khan said, his tone having lost much of its aggression.

"You can repay that by explaining," Scar said.

"Very well. I came from another land far off from here. I won't go into detail but I was chased out of my home because of what I believed in. With nowhere else to go I just began wandering and that's when I came across Sabor. He came from another land as well. Being both cast from our homes we began traveling together. But we made the mistake of crossing into rogue lion's territory. We were ambushed and Sabor was hurt badly. I carried him to this cavern where he could rest."

Scar listened and could very well understand being an outcast. If it wasn't for his royal status, he would have been thrown from the pride a long time ago. He wasn't officially ostracized from the pride but they all shunned and turned their backs on him...

"I assume you were here to take over the Pride Lands," Scar admitted. His homeland was considered the ultimate prize for anyone who didn't already live there.

Shere Khan grimaced before shaking his head. "Sabor and I just intend to pass through. We are in search of a place to make our own."

"I understand but it may just be easier to take over an already established land. There's plenty of prey to hunt and the lionesses would surely throw themselves at you the moment they witness your strength," Scar said, his words being just hypothetical. In truth he was trying to plant a seed in the tiger's mind, subtly swaying him in a certain direction.

"Aren't you the prince of that land? Why would you suggest such a thing to me?" Khan asked curiously.

Scar meant to just point out a few grievances he had with his homeland but ended up going on a long rant that basically told his life story. Shere Khan didn't interrupt him, sitting and listening to the lion's words.

"It's no wonder you're trying to convince me to take the land over, especially if it involves defeating your brother," Khan said, a smirk spreading over his muzzle.

Scar was surprised that the tiger caught onto his subliminal. "The choice is yours. I of course can't force you."

"No, but you make a compelling argument," Khan responded. "And I am in your debt for helping Sabor."

"Speaking of which," Scar said. "I find myself...intrigued by you and Sabor. I'm sure you would like to pass on to the next land beyond but you could help me greatly."

"In what?" Shere Khan asked suspiciously.

"Oh, just fulfilling my end of the deal made with those hyenas that helped you earlier. In exchange for their loyalty, I am to bring them food."

"I see..." Khan said in understanding. "I assume we cannot be caught feeding the Pride Lands' enemy."

"That and your presence alone would cause a stir. As I said, pridelanders are not welcoming to strangers."

"Right. Well let's get started," Khan said, already walking away.

"What? Right now?" Scar asked in surprise.

"Of course. Night is falling and in truth I've had my eyes on the Pride Lands for a few days now. The prey had little awareness of their surroundings. That was how I caught that buffalo," Khan explained.

After telling Sabor of their absence, the two snuck back into the Pride Lands. Though Scar was the native to the land, Khan led the way. He showed off his skill in taking down two zebras. He did so swiftly, without much effort, and the rest of the herd weren't alerted either. Scar was stunned by the sight, watching the tiger drag the fallen equines away.

Together they halted the fresh kills back to the Outlands, shocking the hyenas with the feast. Khan explained that he felt indebted to the hyenas as well and would stick around to hunt for them as well. The tiger was championed as a hero and so was Scar, the two felines being cheered for their efforts.

Rather than returning home, Scar followed Khan back to the cavern. The tiger offered to let him inside for the night. Sabor was already asleep and the tiger looked relieved. Apparently the pain had kept him from getting rest.

"The hyenas became quite the fans of you," Scar chuckled when settling down.

"I could say the same for you. Strange but charming creatures..." Khan mused.

"Their way of life doesn't suit the Pride Lands' image and they were cast out. If it weren't for my title, I would have been banished a long time ago. But the way I'm treated among my own kind... I might as well be banished..." Scar admitted.

"Scar. Do you honestly think that taking over would make them all suddenly change the way they see you? And murdering Mufasa would only make them hate you even more," the tiger said plainly, voicing every doubt that the dark furred lion had about his plans. It stung knowing that the other feline was correct. He simply could win in this situation and yet his pride wouldn't allow him to just walk away...

The next day, Scar woke up to find Sabor up and about. Shenzi must have asked them to get the really potent herbs, ones that were supplied from some mysterious former shaman. Scar wasn't the only one they made deals with. Either way, Scar rose and yawned. The sound got the attention of the other two felines.

"Ah, he is awake," Khan said. He was in a much better mood now, likely from Sabor's good health. The leopard in question joined the bigger male in meeting the lion.

"This is Scar, the one who brought those herbs," Khan explained.

"Well, really it was the hyenas. Really, we just delivered them," Scar corrected.

Sabor gave him a grateful smile and bowed to him. The lion found this interesting.

"Forgive me. Sabor cannot speak. An injury from before we met," Khan elaborated. Scar then noticed the faded scar on the leopard's neck. He nodded and properly introduced himself to the spotted feline.

"I caught him up and we will both assist in feeding the hyenas," Khan said and Sabor nodded. Scar felt rather grateful for their help. He would have never expected that following those tracks would have led to something like this.

Over the next few days, the trio of different feline predators would stalk the Pride Lands, taking down prey without being caught. Scar was impressed with Sabor as well. Whereas Khan seemed to personify strength, the leopard was more suited to speed. He was quick to dart from the grass, snatching up prey before they could alert the others. The lion didn't let them take all the credit, using his knowledge of the land to gain his own kills. Scar used the terrain to their advantage, leading prey into locations where they could be easily cornered and taken down.

It was about every night that the hyenas were given yet another feast. They were ecstatic by the variety of prey there was to eat. And they offered the felines to stay and eat with them. It was their efforts that allowed them to celebrate after all. As they ate together, Scar was becoming closer to the pair of travelers. Khan was opening up to him and the hyenas. Sabor had his own way of communicating that Scar was starting to get a grasp on. For once, the lion put the issues of his past behind him. He just enjoyed the moment, being surrounded by those he saw as friends...

Khan was actually laughing on their way back to the cavern, recalling the hyenas that acted as entertainers. Sabor was amused as well, his tail flicking back and forth while smiling.

"They take celebrations quite seriously. Although when I heard there would be entertainers I was expecting something else," Scar admitted.

"Oh, and what would that be?" Khan asked.

"Well, by now you've seen how open and free-spirited the hyenas are. Well there's a side to them you haven't seen. I've asked them to keep it under wraps while you are present," Scar revealed. "Their openness extends to mating as well. Most of their celebrations end with all of them gathering to pleasure each other. I asked them to save it for after our departure."

"Oh Scar. I can't believe you would keep us from such an event," Khan pouted. Sabor looked disappointed as well.

The lion was surprised. "I assumed you wouldn't be into males," Scar said, referring to the clan being made up of 99% males.

"Well you could have just asked," Khan chuckled. "In fact, Sabor and I have been involved ever since we met." The leopard nodded but looked a bit bashful.

"Well, I'll make sure to let them give you a "proper Outland welcome" upon the next visit," Scar told them, his voice being sultry.

"Well now that we know you're also into males... Sabor and I did play with the idea of showing our appreciation..." Khan said, his voice having a lustful tone as well.

"You...r-really?" Scar asked. He gulped and felt his sheath stirring already. Every once in a while he had gazed upon the other predators' bodies. Both were attractive in their own right. Khan was big and strong, having muscles that could still be easily seen under his dense pelt. Sabor was covered in lean muscle, having a sleek and more slender build. Him being bigger than most leopards also added to his perceived sexiness, being only a bit smaller than himself.

There was a bump to his backside and a chuckle from Khan. Sabor was eagerly pushing the lion towards the den they had been sharing for several nights now. Scar had even dreamt of being with them more than once. But he hadn't the courage to ask them, figuring it was left to be no more than a fantasy. But to know that the other felines were interested in him as well. He felt his heart pounding, a mix of excitement but also nervousness taking hold.

"I've only just realized that this will be my first time with a lion..." Khan said with an inviting grin on his muzzle. He approached with a hungry look on his face, and Scar noticed the tiger's aim was for his backside.

That nervous feeling flared up and overtook any excitement he felt. Especially when his eyes looked lower. He saw the tiger's length and gasped. It was even bigger than Mufasa's: length, thick, and covered in barbs as well. He saw it throb, noting the thick veins that swelled, pumping blood through the hardening flesh. Khan was just about to mount when Scar suddenly growled and scrambled away.

"What's wrong?" Khan asked. His lustful tone was gone, being replaced with concern.

Scar now felt embarrassed. But he trusted the pair of outsiders so he explained the "punishments" he endured when losing to Mufasa. It discouraged him from being mounted by anyone else. Even when with the hyenas, the most he allowed was rimming. He found a tongue couldn't do the same damage a spiky shaft could.

"Scar... I apologize..." Khan said. The lion noted the anger in his friend's voice. That anger that Khan felt was directed towards Mufasa. Where he came from, mating was a form of bonding regardless of gender. And Sabor certainly had no qualms, fancying both males and females. The Pride Lands' king used mating to inflict pain and humiliation upon his own brother. Khan knew he lacked context but he still felt there was nothing to justify doing something like that. It only made sense that Scar didn't allow another male's prick near his tailhole.

"It's not your fault. I was just surprised..." Scar said, having regained his composure. "I want to, Khan. But it's not easy to forget."

"We can help you, Scar..." Khan soothed, getting close to nuzzle the brown feline. "Just trust us."

The lion nodded and took a deep breath. Sabor approached carefully. His green eyes were on the lion's rump. Scar gulped when he came in close but felt relief when seeing the leopard open his muzzle. He stretched his tongue out and made the first lick over Scar's tailhole.

"Ooh..." Scar shuddered from the contact. It had been a long time since he felt a feline tongue back there. He had become used to the smooth feeling of a hyena licking him. The texture was rough but in a good way. It sent tingles that radiated throughout his body. When another lick came he moaned out within the cavern, feeling his cock peeking from his sheath. Sabor made a purring noise as he put more effort into rimming the maned feline.

One lick was followed by another, gently swiping over the now wet and winking rim. While rimming the lion, he was aware of Scar's cock easing out his sheath. After some more licking at the hole he eased back and admired the sight of the Pride Lands' prince. His maleness was fully erect and was an attractive sight as well. While not as big as Khan, it was something that promised to stretch and fill any hole it penetrated.

He eased under the lion and brushed the soft fur of his face against the barbed tip. Scar jumped a bit, groaning from the contact. An amused smirk spread over Sabor's muzzle before he drew his tongue over his lips. It flicked out yet again and curled against the cock's underside. Another pleasured sound came from Scar. The tongue that previously licked his hole was now giving his lionhood similar treatment.

He started slow, tracing along the tip in a teasing manner. His textured tongue teased the barbs, giving the lion more stimulation that he hadn't felt in a long time. Scar had to resist the urge to buck his hips. He didn't realize how much he missed another feline's tongue. Being serviced by a hyena brought plenty of pleasure but there was something about those fleshy bristles that just appealed to something instinctual. Something about it just felt right, keeping him moaning and twitching from each lick.

Sabor had given plenty of his attention to the lion's tip and was starting to move towards the base, tracing his tongue along the underside. He could feel the shaft getting thicker the further along he went, all the way until he reached the sheath itself. Some licks were given to that as well, leading to the leopard nuzzling the lion's balls. They were warm against his lips and the scent of arousal got him to purr a bit.

Khan stood by and watched his friend work. Sabor had quite a way with words despite being unable to speak. And he was clearly enjoying himself, working his mouth on Scar's groin. His focus was on the lion's sack for the time being, swiping the pink thing over the orbs a few times. The last lick led into the furry pouch being eased into his muzzle. Sabor made another small sound that was all but drowned out by Scar's latest moan.

He swirled the pair of balls in his mouth, wetting them with his saliva as well. With each lick his tongue combed through the smooth fur, stimulating the sensitive skin directly. Scar's legs shook but he quickly stood straight once more. Sabor eased his mouth from the sack and was back to giving attention to the prick that was now starting to drip precum.

Having teased the lion for long enough, the leopard finally eased in with his open maw. The tip slid over his tongue, followed by the rest of the lion's rod. Scar bit his lip from the feeling, having more and more of his inches engulfed. Sabor took it all in rather smoothly, even when it began pushing into his throat. There was a small pause before another push came, the motion allowed Scar's length to sink deep into the leopard's windpipe.

"Ooahh... S-Sabor..." Scar moaned, feeling the warmth and soft squeezes that came down on his lionhood. The other feline began working his mouth, bobbing back and forth. Meanwhile his tongue was still tracing along the rest. Some licks were quick and others were slow and drawn out. The spotted feline seemed to take enjoyment in pleasuring the other male, listening to his moans and feeling the pulses from deep within his throat.

Khan felt it was finally time for him to step in. His heavy paw steps could be heard and Scar noticed him getting close to his backside. Picking up where the leopard left off, Khan swiped his thick and broad tongue over the lion's still wet hole. Scar melted from the touch, also having the continued muzzlejob from Sabor stimulating him as well. Khan rolled his tongue against the rim, flicking and twirling it before pressing his lips to the soft ring. Some gentle kisses and suckles were given. He showed a level of care that surprised the lion, feeling the tongue and lips lavishing his rear end. And of course the tiger's tongue was rough as well, giving him more of that addicting feeling.

"Mmrrph!" Scar moaned, spreading his hindlegs to give easier access to the other males. Khan took advantage of this but instead another lick, his tongue found the hole and began to push inside. Khan was still slow and careful, easing the thick muscle inside of the lion's hole. It wasn't as long as a hyena's tongue but it was more than enough to fill and stretch the lion's tailhole. While having some of it inside, Khan began swiping his tongue against the soft walls, rubbing the bristles along the twitching and clenching walls. While doing that he heard Scar's moans getting even louder.

He pushed more of it inside, making a rumbling noise of his own as he traced along the soft borders. His warm saliva was left behind while he also spread the orifice even more. There was an enjoyment to rimming the lion, aiding in his building pleasure. In addition to all the moans, the sounds of steady sucks and gulps could be heard from Sabor. He was running his mouth up and down along the throbbing inches, no doubt enjoying every second of it. While slurping, Khan explored the soft tunnel, touching various spots that made the maned feline jump and tremble every time. And when striking the prostate a sudden hiss filled the cavern.

Scar had done his best to endure the double assault, having the pleasure of Sabor's throat and Khan's tongue overlapping each other. Both kept the pleasure strong and building within the lion. He was panting and even clawing at the stone under his paws. He underestimated just how versed the other felines were. They were threatening to outdo the hyenas, using their unique tongues to their full advantage. And the lion couldn't endure the feelings any longer.

Snarling deeply, Scar came inside of the leopard's mouth. It happened suddenly, his body being overwhelmed and struck with a blissful euphoria. Sabor continued sucking him off, cradling the spurting length with his tongue while rubbing the churning balls with his paw. And at the same time Shere Khan was licking deeply. Keeping contact with the prostate kept Scar shooting ropes of his lion seed into his companion's maw. His tongue was squeezed down on from all sides and he shuddered from the idea of his cock being in this same kind of hold. He wanted to feel the lion so badly but he knew better than to rush into things.

Sabor gulped down the last of Scar's load, purring from the salty yet appealing taste. He licked his lips in approval as Khan removed his tongue, leaving the hole stretched and winking. They both noticed that Scar was still hard despite shooting so much.

"If you're up for more I'll help you get over your bad experiences with Mufasa," Khan assured.

Scar still had a bit of doubt but after what he just felt there was no way he could decline. His wet cock was still throbbing and there was plenty of seed in his balls to give. Upon agreeing Sabor strolled out in front of him, raising and swaying his rump in an inviting manner. Now it was the lion's turn to approach. He got behind and prepared Sabor's hole with some soft licks of his own. When doing so there was a deep sigh that came from the leopard, already leaning into Scar's muzzle.

The lion worked quickly but was still mindful. When the outside was slathered in his saliva, the first of his tongue was made. Easing carefully, the wet muscle slid in and began licking at the walls directly, wetting them as well. Scar quickly learned that Sabor was able to voice his pleasure without speaking. Via purrs and sighs, the leopard told how good it felt. Scar was still working at preparing the other feline's backside. Nearly all of his tongue was inside. For good measure he gave a few more twirls and slurps that spread more lubrication before pulling his tongue free.

"Hope I didn't keep you waiting," Scar said with a teasing chuckle. Sabor flicked his tail against Scar's muzzle. The lion understood the message and wasted no more time. With a small grunt he heaved his body over Sabor's. The leopard grunted from the weight on his back but they both adjusted and soon the lion was in the perfect position. The tip of his rod was aligned with the soft and wet hole. With a single thrust, Scar penetrated the spotted feline underneath him. He moaned from the feeling of his length being surrounded by hot and wet flesh, sliding rather easily.

"He's not fragile," Khan said. The tiger would know something like that, being around the leopard for much longer than he had. The message was for him to not spare the leopard some force. With that in mind, the lion began moving his hips at a steady pace. He rocked his back half forwards and sunk every inch inside of the other feline. Sabor responded with a pleased growl and squeeze of his hole that sent a shiver down the lion's spine.

Scar got a good hold on the smaller feline's body, pushing and pulling his length within the snug orifice. He grunted from the firm hold on his flesh, pumping it against the silky walls. Keeping Khan's words in mind, Scar made an occasional strong thrust that would make the spotted predator yowl in response. The continued purrs made it clear that he was enjoying himself, especially the sudden hard rut that struck multiple tender spots within him.

Being back to moaning out, Scar was starting to get lost in the pleasure. A sudden weight on him snapped him out of the haze. He realized that Shere Khan was on top of him. The tiger mounted himself properly and began prodding at Scar's tailhole. The lion instantly stopped thrusting, feeling that sense of dread come over him again.

"It's alright, Scar. I won't hurt you. Keep going and focus on the pleasure..." Khan encouraged him. The lion put his faith in the striped feline and picked up where he left off. He was still aware of the weight on his back but putting his focus on Sabor's tailhole did take some of the edge away. Khan's paws brushed his body, gently caressing him to help ease away any discomfort.

"I-I think I'm ready," Scar told him, still moving his lower half back and forth. Khan nodded and made a deep grunt of confirmation. His own rod had been hovering over the lion's rump the entire time. When permission was given the tiger found the mark and made a gentle push forwards.

Scar expected to feel the pain of the barbed length forcing its way inside but what he actually felt was a blossom of pleasure. It started with his rim being spread around the entering flesh before it slipped inside. Khan's extended rimming had done plenty of preparation ahead of time, negating most of the pain that he would have felt otherwise. The tiger still penetrated the lion slowly, ignoring the urge to slam his tigerhood inside all at once.

"Is it too much?" Khan asked.

Scar didn't speak right away so the tiger halted his penetration. "N-no!" Scar finally said. "Please, keep going."

Khan smirked and continued, pushing with a bit more force than before. Scar's moan was even louder than before. He huffed from the snug hold around his own shaft, burying more and more of his inches inside.

Scar was pleasantly surprised. Given how big the tiger was down there he was expecting pain but what he felt instead was pure pleasure. Even the sensations of being stretched and filled added to those feelings. The striped feline certainly was big but that only worked in his favor, a hard shudder racing down his spine when the barbed tip brushed against his walls. For so long his only experience with anal penetration was brutal and painful. But he was already wanting more, desiring the hefty feline's shaft to sink further inside of his tailhole.

"Mmm...You're rather tight and warm too..." Khan moaned, fitting the entirety of his length inside of the lion.

"And you're...big. I can feel it deep inside..." Scar responded. "T-thank you, Khan..." He had gotten over his fear of being penetrated and instead desired for the tiger to start moving. While still humping into Sabor, he pushed back against the stationary feline. Khan groaned from the feeling and began pushing against him yet again.

"Just breed me..." Scar pleaded, letting himself fall into a more submissive role. And the tiger acted upon his request. The length pulled back, sending waves of feeling through his body but when the first that came he couldn't help but shake and purr. There was just a bit of force behind the first pump, coming from the bigger male's muscled hips. Shere Khan buried all of himself inside yet again before tugging his length free.

Starting slow at first, perhaps to further ease the maned predator into it, Khan started to pick up the pace of his rutting in time. He matched Scar's and began thrusting in a steady manner, keeping his cock sinking and pulling out of the supple rear. His size kept the flesh pressed firmly to the wet surfaces and when pushing in so deep they clenched down on him, encouraging him to keep it up.

Scar didn't forget about Sabor. The leopard made his presence known by pushing back against Scar's thrusts, encouraging the other feline to shove his cock in deeper. Being on the very bottom, his body was rocked the most from the lion's and tiger's combined force. But he loved it and enjoyed the perpetually spread state of his tailhole. He made it clear that he wanted more and Scar responded by picking up the pace, pushing into his depths harder than before. If he could, Sabor would have cried out from the feeling but his deep purring conveyed the message well enough.

Even though he was holding himself back, Khan's thrusts came with more than enough power to rock the lion's body as well. Rather than work against them, Scar changed his motions in order to match the tiger's pace. When going so a deep groan rumbled in his flicking ears. Syncing their thrusts aided the pleasure they all shared. The power behind Khan's following ruts helped Scar reach even deeper into Sabor. The leopard pushed back against them both, wordlessly asking for more. Scar was about to relay the message but Khan was already acting. The striped male knew his friend well and was picking up the pace to fulfill their desires.

Scar was in the middle of it all, having the motions of both felines to fuel his lust. Between having Khan's immense length pumping into him and Sabor's hole swallowing down his length, he could feel himself getting close to another climax, this one promising to be even bigger than the one that came before. For a moment he wondered if the others were getting close to their limits too but the question was soon answered for him. With another push back, Sabor let out a yowl. The leopard kept his hole pushed down on Scar's shaft, shuddering and purring from the feelings that washed over him.

Scar huffed through grit fangs. It was apparent that the leopard had reached his limits, not just from the splashes of seed striking the ground but also the firm clenches that came down from all sides. Gripping Sabor's body tighter, the lion drove himself into the even tighter hole, breaking the pace that he and Khan had maintained so far. The tiger was surprised but when looking down at the other felines he quickly put the pieces together. After a small chuckle the tiger no longer restrained himself, making another strong thrust that stuffed all of his length inside. Right after pulling out he slammed all of it back in, repeating this process over and over again.

The moaning lion didn't need to thrust. Khan's forceful ruts were enough to push and tug his body along without any effort on his end. Sabor kept his body close, meeting Khan's motions with simple rocks of his lower half, easing back in time with every forceful forward push. Scar was no longer resistant to having his tailhole penetrated. Even when Khan went ahead with full force there was no pain, only a heightened sense of pleasure from having so many spots within him touched over and over. He couldn't endure the feeling for long and ended up roaring out from an intense orgasm.

Khan acted right away. His jaws were on Scar's scruff. Rather than an aggressive bite, the hold was tender and only added to what he was feeling. The lion's voice was still filling the cavern; he was shooting his cum into Sabor while Khan continued grinding his shaft against his clenching walls. It was the most pleasure he ever felt and he could feel his cock shooting more than usual too. Finally Shere Khan snarled around the scruff, pumping his load from deep within the maned feline. He made smaller humps that milked more ropes from his tip. Scar could feel the tiger's barbs flaring and that sense of dread returned just a bit. Usually Mufasa would pull out the moment he was finished. But after the last thick jet of cum Khan remained where he was, sighing deeply while staying settled on his back.

"Oooaah... Exquisite..." Khan said, still panting from the lingering sensations. Underneath him, Scar had gone soft and pulled out of Sabor without scratching his insides. The leopard squirmed from underneath the other felines and stepped around. His new position was in between their hips. Carefully, Sabor began licking at their groins, starting with Scar's balls before giving some attention to the tiger. When Khan's length grew soft enough, the leopard was there to lick up the mess of seed, quickly cleaning up the retreating length.

"I never knew that it could feel that good..." Scar said. Once Khan eased off, his hole was given some licks to clean up the dribbling mess. He enjoyed the feeling, trembling a bit from the tongue easing inside.

"I hope you'll remember that feeling. That's how it's meant to be," the tiger responded, settling down on the cool stone flooring of the cave. Sabor pulled away and Scar turned around, licking up the remaining essence that streaked the leopard's muzzle. They shared a nuzzle and settled down to sleep as well.

They were soon all comfortable but Scar couldn't drift off to sleep just yet. There was a question lingering in his mind. "I suppose the two of you will be moving on soon?"

Khan made a noise before speaking. "Eventually yes. But we don't intend to leave right away. After all, I'm still curious about those hyena 'celebrations.' And there's something else I want to help you with."

"And what's that?" the lion asked.

"Well..." Khan began to explain an idea he had. The other two felines listened and they were both intrigued. Scar gave his own input and Sabor made it clear that he didn't want to be left out either. With all of them trading ideas back and forth, they soon formed a solid plan. When it was decided the three of them finally settled down to sleep. Now Scar couldn't wait for the next day to come...

On that day they put everything into motion. Scar brought Sabor and Shere Khan to the hyena's territory. They didn't bring any fresh prey but there was plenty leftover anyways. The Outlanders were happy to see the trio all the same and when Scar brought up an "Outland welcome party," the cavern's air became charged with excitement and arousal. The outsiders were surprised by how quickly things fell into place. Word spread and the other clan members came rushing in. There were so many of them and already there were gathering. Some found a single partner while others formed into groups of three, four, and some were even more.

Of course many had their eyes on the tiger and leopard. This was meant to welcome them as well. Scar encouraged them to enjoy themselves. He stepped away with Banzai and Ed. The chuckling hyena was quick to start sucking on the dark lion's sheath, coaxing out the prick hidden away inside. Banzai had gotten behind to start licking at his rim. Once the other hyena's tongue sunk inside he was surprised to hear the dark lion ask to prepare him.

"Does this mean..?" Banzai asked, his surprise quickly morphed into a hopeful joy. Clearly he had been fantasizing about the lion's rump for some time now. When he received a nod, Banzai's licking efforts were twofold, rimming the bigger predator deeply. He aimed to not only pleasure the other male but truly prepare him for something more.

Khan realized that Scar had understated how free and open the hyenas were when it came to mating. In such a short amount of time the entire cavern was filled with moans and grunts. Males all around them pleasuring each other in various ways. Some were mountings, others were sucking, he spied a few rimming other males deeply, and even some hyenas that offered their paws to be humped.

Some hyenas called Sabor over and the leopard strolled over towards them with an eager expression. Khan was going to step in and explain his friend's lack of speech but they understood the spotted feline's motions. He watched as the hyena eased underneath the bigger male, lapping at his sheath. A deep sigh came from Sabor, quickly growing erect from the feeling. As one hyena was soon sucking on his length, two more eased in to add their own tongues. One began rimming the feline and the other gave sole attention to the pair of smooth fur covered balls.

Khan grew erect from just watching his friend be worshiped by the Outlanders. Looking back at Scar, he saw that the brown lion had been mounted by Banzai from behind. And Ed had taken up from the front. The maned feline offered his mouth to the other hyena and the pair of friends were both humping into the lions. Banzai commented on how good it felt and Ed fervently nodded in agreement. Scar looked rather pleased, lapping at Ed's length while being thrust into. Khan was glad he helped the other feline get over his fear of being penetrated.

Some hyenas called him over and for once the tiger felt a bit bashful as he approached them. The group weren't shy about their flirtations, openly commenting about his body. When he was close enough to touch they were feeling his body. They admired his size and muscles, running their paws along his legs and chest. Their touch was surprisingly sensual, all working together to massage him. Slowly the slight aches were being eased away. He couldn't help but purr a bit from the feeling, and encouraged them to continue.

The surrounding hyenas were emboldened by the tiger's approval. They continued massaging the big feline but in place of their paws were their tongues. The various males were all working their tongues on his body. Contact was made with his chest, stomach and haunches. They picked more sensual areas to drag their smooth wet tongues along and he noticed they avoided his groin and tailhole. While it did tease him, Shere Khan wasn't opposed to being pampered. It was a rare thing for him and he certainly wasn't going to rush this.

Hyena tongues lacked the bristles that would comb through a feline's pelt but that didn't take away from the comfort and soothing sensation. He enjoyed the feeling the flat surfaces brought, finding it rather unique and exciting. Without any direct contact given, the striped feline's sheath was swelling from his forming erection. The barbed tip could be seen by the licking creatures. They all moved in to lick just around his sheath and tailhole, further teasing him. The building anticipation was more than enough to coax the rest of his cock out.

He could hear some gasps and murmurs upon reaching full mast. It was something he was rather used to but it did fuel the ego. For added measure the bulky feline swayed his strong hips, making the flesh sway from side to side.

"Well, you've coaxed it out so now you have to take care of it," Khan told them, his voice being laced with lust. He teased them by waving it a bit more. The hyenas acted accordingly, working those same tongues directly on his most sensitive spots. Two of them were lapping at either side of his shaft while the other two were both using their tongues on each of the tiger's balls.

"Good..." he praised them, enjoying the sensation that could only come from multiple muzzles all working in tandem. He just let them work their tongues on his loins, making soft groans in response to their actions. In time this simple licking progressed into them servicing him further. One hyena remained at his balls while the other behind him began to softly rim his hole. The two underneath him were still working in tandem. One gave attention only to his tip and upper half of his cock while the other kept to his base and latter half.

The three felines were treated to endless pleasure by the hyenas. As soon as they were done another group would come to offer themselves. Scar encouraged the other two to enjoy themselves but to not completely deplete their supply. With that in mind, the other predators partook in the Outlander's hospitality. Scar continued to offer his hole to others, Sabor enjoyed being serviced by the slender tongues and Khan was offered more massages that eventually worked out any lingering tension in his body.

When the trio had entered the cavern it was morning and they came out just after midday. As Scar told them, Sabor and Khan still had some sexual stamina but still had plenty of fun with the hyenas. Khan was already retelling his experience and the desire to do it all again. They continued talking until they came to the border.

"And now for the plan," Scar said aloud, preparing himself for what was to come.

Upon crossing the border they parted ways. Scar took the usual route towards Pride Rock while Khan and Sabor would keep to the shadows, making their way to the planned spot. The lion looked around while walking further along. It was clear that nobody noticed his absence or perhaps they hadn't cared. Passing by a lioness only left him feeling scorn. She openly scoffed when their gazes met. But that only lasted for a moment, turning away to no longer face him.

Ignoring that, the black maned lion focused on finding his brother. Mufasa gave him a look but thankfully spared him another lecture. He gave up on asking where the smaller lion went. Scar would never tell him, knowing that the king would try to stop him from entering the Outlands from now on somehow. Before his older sibling could turn away, the prince asked for yet another spar for the throne.

"Have you not learned sense yet?" Mufasa asked, his tone already carrying annoyance. He would have turned down the other lion's challenge but the lionesses were around, whispering among each other before looking to their king. Clearly they were expecting him to agree and his image all but required him to agree. "...Very well."

Scar smiled and nodded, turning to lead the way to their usual battlefield. Passing by the lionesses with his brother, the dark furred lion could hear them predicting his loss. He wasn't bothered by their words this time. In fact he felt rather amused as they had no idea what would truly take place. They had to stay behind and look after Pride Rock in the king's absence.

In time the pair of lions were standing in the area meant for sparring. There was nothing around them but high grass. Though he couldn't see them nearby, Scar knew that Shere Khan and Sabor were close by. He trusted them to act when the time was right.

Going through the usual motions, Scar did his best to make the fight seem genuine. That meant lunging at Mufasa and taking some hits. He did manage to get some strikes on his brother, hearing the pained growl that came from his claws striking Mufasa's shoulder. The fighting paused as the king noticed the area starting to bleed. Mufasa snarled and threw himself at the other lion. They wrestled and rolled on the ground, clawing and biting. But as usual the golden lion stood on top. He had Scar pinned on his belly. With a victorious chuckle the monarch settled himself into a mounting position.

Before he could follow through, there was a sudden snarl. Mufasa was thrown off and hit the ground hard. He felt the weight of someone heavier than Scar and finally looked up to see some unknown leopard. It snapped at him but he quickly acted, kicking the smaller feline off.

Scar struggled to his paws and watched as Sabor began fighting his brother. The plan called for Khan to make the jump. But in learning more about them both, he learned that Sabor was a prominent fighter. Just as it was when hunting, the spotted feline was using his speed to overwhelm the bigger lion. Mufasa felt claws raking his body. As soon as he swung his paw to retaliate the other feline had already darted off.

Of course the leopard wasn't as strong as Mufasa so he had to keep some level of distance. The plan seemed to whittle the king down and it seemed to be working. The king's motions were getting slower and he could be seen panting for breath. Sabor yowled and pounced on Mufasa's back, sinking his claws in. The royal feline roared in pain but didn't falter. Scar watched and was surprised to see the big lion suddenly let his body fall. He landed on his side but quickly rolled over, putting all of his weight down on Sabor. The smothered leopard released his hold and scrambled to get away, having no air to breathe in.

Mufasa did roll over again and was quick to stand up. Sabor was still on the ground, taking desperate breaths. The lion's large paw came down but the leopard got out of the way just in time. It was evident that Mufasa's aim was to kill as his claws still slashed into the other feline's haunch. Sabor yowled and jumped back but the leg under the already bleeding wounds was faltering. Mufasa smirked but the outsider just hissed at him, ready to pounce again.

Scar admired Sabor's determination but knew that his friend wasn't equipped to keep fighting. A roar broke out and a large figure jumped from the grass. Shere Khan stood snarling and growling deeply. Mufasa actually looked nervous when really taking in the bigger feline's visage. But he met the challenge and turned to Khan. Mufasa rushed ahead with outstretched claws, but the tiger countered with a heavy swipe of his own paw, actually smacking the other big feline out of the air.

Mufasa fell and even tumbled a bit. He had never been hit so hard before. Now he was the one struggling to stand while the tiger stood triumphantly. The king stood and threw himself at the foreign predator but he was again struck. Sabor dug his claws into the lion's side. Mufasa hissed in pain and was again struck by the tiger. Scar continued to watch as the pair of felines quickly overwhelmed his brother. Working in tandem, their advantages of power and speed was clearly too much for the Pride Lands' ruler. He struck back but for every wound he managed to make, two more were given back to him. The grass below them was dotted with dripping blood, coming from all three. He could tell that Mufasa was being pushed to his limits. Chuckling he just walked forwards slowly.

Sabor and Khan just stepped away. Mufasa was breathing hard, his limbs barely able to hold his weight. They knew he was no longer a threat and stepped aside so Scar could approach. Without saying anything, the dark lion watched his brother fall to the ground.

"He was a better fighter than I expected," Khan said, looking his body over. He had a few bleeding marks from the lion but seemed unfazed by them. Sabor was in rougher shape but too was able to stand and pad around the fallen king, waiting for him to make a sudden move.

"S-Scar..." Mufasa growled. "Who are they?" The king, though defeated, was no fool. He quickly realized that this was a set up. Scar had lured him to be attacked by these outsiders.

"Mere travelers," Scar said plainly. He saw no point in explaining it all to his brother. Mufasa only saw outsiders as a threat to his rule and refused to become acquainted with any of them.

"Coward!" the king spat. "Bringing them to win your fight for you. Do you think this will win you the throne?"

Hearing this the other lion couldn't help but laugh. "Oh dear brother. I no longer desire to rule. After all, this land has never suited me. No, I asked for their assistance in teaching you a lesson."

"And what lesson would that be?" Mufasa dared to ask.

Khan and Sabor chuckled as Scar eased in close. He disappeared from his brother's view and Mufasa looked back to see the other lion preparing to mount him. The king of course tried to stand and get away but growls from the leopard and tiger kept him in place. Without words he understood the threat. He would either have to let the other lion use him or suffer more from their claws, perhaps his very life was on the line.

"For once I am on top," Scar said with an amused tone. Mufasa wanted to say something but chose not to when hearing the leopard growl.

Scar looked as if he was about to mount but he reached down to roughly grip his brother's groin. Mufasa jumped from the sudden contact. He hissed as Scar began rubbing a digit over the sheath's opening, forcing out the length underneath. It didn't feel very good but Mufasa couldn't stop his rod from getting hard. As it eased from the furry pouch, Scar rubbed at it directly. The treatment was rough on purpose, getting another pained wince out of the king. This kept up until the gold furred lion was fully erect.

Scar had been acquainted with this particular prick more times than he would have liked. He had to admit that its size was something to be admired. Having some good length and thickness to it. With a single paw he stroked the flesh to keep it hard. At the same time his own length was showing, becoming engorged more and more until it reached full size. Finally the dark maned lion brought their shafts together. Even though their positions didn't allow a perfect side by side comparison, it was clear to see and feel that his endowment was bigger. Even pressing their shafts together, the smaller lion's cock outdid his older brother's.

"Do you feel that, Mufasa?" Scar asked, amusement being clearly heard in his voice. "Turns out I was the better lion this whole time."

He released the other male and finally eased his body on top. The smaller lion took his time in mounting his brother, letting out an exaggerated sigh as he settled his weight on Mufasa's back. After making himself comfortable he felt around with his shaft until it found the soft hole. When aligning the tip to the rim's center, Scar eased the rest of himself down until his chin rested on top of Mufasa's head.

"Is this a familiar position?" Scar whispered directly in the flicking ears.

"Bastard... Just get it over with..." Mufasa scowled.

"Gladly but I want to hear you say it."

"Say what?" Mufasa asked.

"Admit that I am the bigger lion," Scar chuckled deviously.

"Never!" the ruling lion huffed.

"This isn't the time to be stubborn," Scar said, his tone being low and threatening. "Maybe you just need to feel the proof for yourself." He gripped Mufasa's body and began to push his barbed tip inside. The entry was rough and without lubrication, mirroring the many times that Scar had been used. The bigger lion groaned from the penetration, clawing at the earth underneath him.

"Can you feel your tailhole being spread?" Scar asked, grunting as he sunk more of himself inside. A shuddering breath came from Mufasa. The king was trying to hold firm but the pain struck hard when another push came.

"F-Fine! You are the bigger lion..." Mufasa admitted, his body trembling already. Just a bit more than the tip was inside and there was much more to go. It was the monarch's hope that doing what he was told would spare him.

"I'll need more than that..." Scar commanded, easing more in.

"Your cock is bigger and t-thicker than mine..." Mufasa forced himself to say these words, wanting nothing more than to bite his tongue. Though he said what his brother wanted, more of the length was being pushed inside.

"Keep going..!" Scar encouraged. Though the king complied, he would spare his brother the slow and agonizing feeling of being filled for the first time.

Mufasa was really starting to feel the girth's effects, having his hole stretch around the thicker part of Scar's shaft. It was hard for him to think but he managed to recall some things that the lionesses would say to him. "You have a huge prick that would pleasure anyone you desired. And they would be lucky to receive your seed." His words were desperate and his claws dragged deep across the earth. He thought the worst was over but Scar's length was only getting thicker as more was forced inside.

When Scar was satisfied he made the final push that forced the rest of his cock inside all at once. Mufasa roared in pain, feeling the sting of his unprepared hole being filled far beyond what it could take. He hadn't ever allowed a male behind him so his hole was virgin tight. The pain still persisted as Scar began pulling back, him letting out another deep hiss while his brother just snickered.

The thrust came hard and Mufasa roared out from another rise of pain deep inside of him. The king's ears were filled with grunts and moans. Scar was already thrusting into the snug hole, forcing it to stretch around his invading flesh. Each push and pull of his prick was done with extra roughness. His aim was to pay the bigger lion back for all the pain and humiliation he had endured. Sure it wasn't done fairly, but Mufasa was finally defeated and it was his turn to be mounted.

The king had to endure but he couldn't keep his composer. He hadn't ever considered himself being underneath another male, but the feeling was worse than expected. No mercy was given to him. The humps were hard and fast, pushing all the way in each time. The other feline's barbs raked at his previously untouched walls, causing him to snarl and claw at the earth. With the pair of fearsome outsiders on either side, there was no way for him to fight back or escape.

All he could do was try to ignore the other male dominating him but that was easier said than done. Scar made sure that his length was felt plowing its way through. In time the pain was easing from his ass finally starting to adjust. This provided some relief that the king was grateful for but he still felt the burning shame. The other lion continued voicing his pleasure, making sure to moan and mutter in the king's ears. Scar told him how good his own hole felt and was asking how it felt to be penetrated. He didn't answer and another hard thrust sent shocks through him.

"I have to admit, you were always a desirable lion. I've stolen more than a few glances at your tailhole, wondering what it would feel like..." Scar admitted. Mufasa just mumbled, gritting his fangs from the new feeling inside of him. The warmth and wetness of precum that slathered the other lion's passage. It only helped the black maned feline, allowing him to ram the barbed spear in deeper with more speed and force.

Mufasa responded but in the place of pain was a new feeling he wasn't expecting. The ruling lion had only just noticed the state of his own loins. After being groped, his rod had begun to retreat back into his sheath. But now it was fully out again, even pulsing against the grass. Another strong thrust from behind forced out a groan but a hard throb was felt between his hindlegs. A repeat of this forced another sound out of Mufasa, something that was laced with a bit of pleasure. He hadn't meant to but it was too late. Scar heard and finally broke the rhythm, "Enjoying yourself, brother."

"No! Never..." Mufasa scowled. An unexpected thrust came, slamming it all back in. Another noise came from the king, this one more intense than the last. There was no mistaking the moan that slipped from the bigger lion's muzzle. Scar heard it. Shere Khan heard it. And Sabor heard it.

The smaller predator pressed his muzzle against Mufasa's ear before whispering. "...Liar..."

It all resumed right after that. Picking up right where he left off, Scar was back to rocking his lower half. Every round of Scar's hips ended with him hilting the loosened pucker, steadily stretching it even more. With more and more of the pain ebbing away, the sensation of pleasure became all the more prominent and hard to ignore. Mufasa failed to withhold his moans, his body being rocked by the other lion's efforts. Anyone passing by would have thought the two of them were in the throes of passion, hearing the king's noises and seeing how pleased Scar was to continue rutting.

Even though he was moaning out, the king felt nothing short of shame. His body burned with anger and he was already aiming to get back at his brother for this. It was just hard to think straight. Those damned barbs rubbed against his walls, sending waves through him. And that's how it kept going. Mufasa had hoped it would be over soon but Scar was lasting much longer than he ever could. Even when thrusting even harder and slamming away at his abused ass, the Pride Lands' prince was still going strong, having pumped him full of warm and lubricating precum.

The feeling of being marked like this. It was dirty...and oddly thrilling. It was something he was never meant to feel. He was the dominant male of the land, the apex predator, the hailing king of the Pride Lands. And yet there came a strike to his prostate that caused his ass to clench down. It happened on reflex but his body shuddered when feeling those fleshy spines rake through the added tightness. He stopped clawing at the ground and the attempts to get away ceased as well. Mufasa didn't want to admit it but he was getting close. Without directly touching his own shaft, the pleasure was climbing all the higher, especially when that spot within him was touched.

Apart from himself, the other lion was pulsing hard within Mufasa. Scar was still going strong but he was finally approaching his end. He acted accordingly, wrapping his paw around to get a proper breeding hold. The golden feline began resisting once more upon realization but it was too late. Scar solidified it with a strong bite down on the scruff. He tugged in and the lion snarled from pain. The teeth were digging in, having broken the skin enough to leave him sore when this was all over.

"N-No..!!" Mufasa wailed, unable to stop what came next. Upon the next thrust he shook hard and began shooting his load onto the ground underneath him. As soon as the feeling came his cock was already throbbing hard. He couldn't stop himself, left to just grunt and shudder while his churning balls continued pumping sperm through his shaft.

Scar took advantage of the constricting, unleashing a flurry of shallow humps that ended with a powerful slam inside for the final time. He began marking his sibling's anus, spilling wads of his ejaculate all over. His length would swell before unleashing a fat jet of cum that would coat the king's lining in layer after layer of thick and hot fluid. The prince ground his crotch against Mufasa's rump, milking out all that he could give. And as the final jet came he pulled out quickly. His still flaring barbs ripped their way out, giving Mufasa the same ending he would receive upon his finish.

"Your turn." Scar simply said. Words that made Mufasa's pupils shrink. The other lion had stepped to the side and taking his place was Sabor.

"Scar, please! I-" his pleading was cut short by the leopard slamming himself inside. A groan of both pain and pleasure was forced out of the disgraced king. Sabor wasted no time thrusting away, capitalizing on what his friend left behind. The stretched and messy state of the ruler's ass made it all too easy to hammer his own barbed cock deep inside.

This is why Scar encouraged Sabor and Khan to save at least one more load. It was meant to pay his brother with. Sabor got a good hold on the struggling lion. Mufasa squirmed but his wounds kept him from properly standing and the weight on his back didn't help either. If he wanted to, there was no way for him to escape now.

Scar and Khan encouraged Sabor to rut him while they teased Mufasa's still hard cock. It turned out that the great king was the smallest of them all. Sabor wasn't as thick but still had more length that he used to spear deep inside. Mufasa was quickly moaning from the hard thrusting and his shaft was leaking onto the already soiled earth below him. The king still fought within his mind, not wanting to accept his feelings. On the outside he continued protesting but inside he wanted the feeling to continue, enjoying the continual scraping of those barbs against his worn and seed-lubed insides.

Sabor wanted to pay the bigger lion back for their earlier fight so he kept his claws pressed and dragged along Mufasa's body while humping roughly. He wasn't aiming to wound further but his claws did prick and make shallow cuts here and there, giving the king an intense blend of pain and pleasure he hadn't ever experienced.

He should have expected this. It was feline nature to use someone multiple times. And if Scar had somehow managed to beat him, the dark furred lion would have been pounding away, round after round into his ass. He grimaced from the idea of multiple loads being pumped into him, feeling more of a sense of want than disgust. Scar's cum was still fresh inside of him, being smeared along by the leopard's pistoning prick. It was used to assist in breeding him. Sabor growled when thrusting even faster, his cock starting to throb hard. Another climax was coming and Mufasa actually pushed his backside against the other feline. He hadn't even realized it at first but the others sure did.

"My, my... I didn't know you could be so needy, Mufasa..." Scar teased. He reached underneath and gripped his brother's cock, giving it some rapid pumps. The seed that still coated was smeared along the pulsing rod, aiding in his stroking. The king groaned as the pleasure was quickly rising for him. Between being stroked and still thrust into, he was being brought to another climax that he wasn't ready for. He was going to ask for mercy but another orgasm was forced out of him, making his cock shoot more of his seed onto the ground.

Getting Mufasa to cum allowed Sabor to finish against the clenching walls. The leopard purred, making his last humps extra hard, pumping against the even tighter hole before snarling deeply, dragging his claws along the lion's side while shooting his cum, joining it with Scar's already deposited spunk. He soundlessly sighed while unloading the last his balls had to give. And when he was done, another rough pull out scratched the king's hole with his barbs. Another pained hiss came from the king and he was left panting hard from the ordeal.

"I suppose it's my turn..." Shere Khan said. From his low position, Mufasa was able to see the tiger's length. His eyes bulged from what he saw. As far as felines were concerned, the tiger's shaft was huge. Thick and lengthy, outdoing his brother's in every way. He gulped when seeing the thick barbs that lined the start of it. The tiger chuckled and began padding behind.

"Scar, please. Have mercy on your brother!" Mufasa begged.

"Brother. Funny, we often call each other that but you've never really treated me like one..." Scar said plainly. "And consider yourself lucky. I considered throwing you to the hyenas. This is that mercy you've been crying for."

The lion king gulped. Knowing the disdain the hyenas had for him really made him think twice. He felt the tiger's weight on his back and groaned. When comparing this to the Outlanders, Mufasa admitted that he favored his chances with the larger feline. Scar nodded and he was penetrated. He felt his hole being spread thin and feared that he was going to be broken. It was only getting thicker as Khan penetrated at an agonizingly slow pace. The rumbling tiger made sure that Mufasa felt all of his inches being inserted.

Having the loads of his friends already inside really made it easy. And knowing that he could still further spread and fill the lion brought a sense of satisfaction. On some level he had respect for Mufasa, admiring his strength and skills as a fighter. But on the other hand he still held a grudge for what he did to Scar. And it was also clear that the king felt he was untouchable before now.

Once fully inside, Shere Khan pulled back. Mufasa knew what was coming but the hard slam back inside still knocked the wind out of him. He should have known that the tiger would be the roughest, having been saved for last. To his surprise there was no pain but that didn't make things better. Instead there was a feeling of pleasure that quickly overtook him.

Khan was already rolling his hips, plunging his tiger dick into Mufasa's guts. He would pull back and stop just before the tip would pop out. When sinking back inside those thick barbs would rake the king's insides, forcing hard shudders up his spine. The lion panted and arched his back. Scar laughed at him and he blushed hard. It was a sudden reaction, he tried hard to keep control of himself but another thrust brought out the same results. From there, Khan began humping. All of a sudden he was jamming his length into the lion rapidly.

Mufasa snarled from the feeling. At first he felt the discomfort of being stretched from so deep inside but it quickly melted into a deep pleasure that he couldn't deny. Deep inside his pride still compelled him to resist but his attempts were useless against the tiger. Without anyone touching his length, it was fully hard and throbbing again for the other felines to see. They no longer hovered over the king, seeing no need to keep him in place.

"The great king of the Pride Lands, becoming an eager slut for another male," Shere Khan berated with keeping his rough pace. It was no trouble for him to overwhelm the lion, simply sliding in all of himself with just a bit of added force. That was all it took to claim the royal feline. His thickness pushed out the lion and leopard's loads, causing it to drip out and down Mufasa's balls.

"Rrggh..." Mufasa responded, clearly those words struck a chord within him. But it was hard for him to deny it. Though he wouldn't call himself a "slut," the ruler was indeed becoming more and more agreeable. He could have at least put up some kind of resistance but just laid there for the most part, taking all that the tiger gave to him while moaning and shivering from the feelings that were forced into him.

Whether he wanted to admit it or not, the king was enjoying the act that he previously considered taboo. He wanted more, pushing his ass against the tiger. Scar and Sabor saw this but Mufasa didn't stop. Though he wouldn't say the words, he used his body to beg for more. Khan met his invitation with even harder bucks that left him trembling.

So far the striped predator had been holding back to a degree but now he was giving all he had to the monarch's rump, spearing his barbed rod far into the soft puffy interior. The thumps of their furry bodies and messy squelches could be heard with every push and pull of Shere Khan's haunches. Looking closely, Scar was sure that he could see a bulge appearing from Mufasa's stomach upon every thrust. The king's tongue was out as he panted hard, his cock throbbing was starting to swell.

Khan took the scruff in his jaws, tugging on it firmly before he proceeded to pummel the lion's guts with his pulsing shaft. A few more hard humps was enough to get Mufasa to cum yet again, shooting the last of his kingly balls' contents onto the already marked grass. He had been holding his body up just a bit but had finally collapsed. Shere Khan was still on top of him, groaning around the scruff deeply. He used the tight squeezes to his advantage, roaring around the bundle of fur as he came inside. Mufasa huffed and actually purred while being pumped full of fat ropes. Thick and sticky seed came pouring into his tailhole, quickly filling the space before it came oozing out of the stretched rim, filling the king with another wave of shame. Khan gave a few more soft humps that milked out the rest of his sack's contents. The striped male sighed deeply and of course snatched his cock out, getting Mufasa to jump and hiss from the barbs snatching their way out.

All three out of them had been satisfied, their cocks shrinking into their sheaths. Mufasa was left panting and oozing their loads from his sore tailhole. He was still trembling from the lingering sensations but looked at Scar with anger.

"Oh, don't give me that look, dear brother..." Scar said with a small sigh. "I simply repaid you for all that you put me through."

"Well, you've successfully humiliated me. I assume you want the kingdom as well?" Mufasa growled.

"Hmm, no..." Scar said simply. His words surprised not only his defeated sibling but also his friends. "I no longer desire to rule a land that shows me no kindness. I've learned to value those who actually accept me for who I am."

"Scar. Does this mean..." Shere Khan asked, being shocked by the lion's reveal. The lion nodded and smiled.

"I will be departing with them. So consider this my parting gift to you."

Mufasa snarled, trying to stand but his limbs had given out. This couldn't be it. There was no way that he could let Scar leave after all of this.

"Don't worry, brother. I also leave you an important task," Scar told him.

"And what is that..?"

"You will be supplying the hyenas' food. Either by hunting for them or allowing them in the Pride Lands," the other lion revealed.

"Never!" Mufasa spat.

"You will or word will spread of you being bred and begging for more. I told the hyenas of this plan and they will spread the word. It will reach the Pride Lands sooner than later," Scar warned him.

Mufasa gulped. Rumors had a way of spreading fast through the lands. And if his pride learned of this he would be ruined. They would lose all respect for him and maybe even rise up against him. His back was against the wall now. Swallowing his pride, the king nodded and agreed to his brother's terms.

"Fine. Now get out..."

"You're not in any position to order me about," Scar chuckled, approaching the other lion from behind once more. "Not when you're so...vulnerable!"

He swiped through the air and Mufasa closed his eyes, expecting the worst but all that met him was laughter. When opening his eyes, the trio were making fun of him for being so afraid. Scar finally bid him farewell, reminding him to keep the hyenas fed or he would be ruined. He chuckled while turning his back on the king, finally leaving with Sabor and Shere Khan. The tiger and leopard were ready to move on as well. They had planned to convince Scar to join them but the lion beat them to it.

The trio of outsiders first paid a visit to the hyenas, telling them that the plan had worked better than expected. Mufasa would be their new personal hunter from now on. Despite the history between them, Scar encouraged the Outlanders to treat his brother as well as they could. Perhaps he would eventually grow to like them and eventually lift the ban. Shenzi said she would try her best but would make no promises. That was all Scar could ask of them. After saying his extended goodbyes to the clan he rejoined the leopard and tiger.

None of them knew where they were heading next but they would be together every step of the way. Scar always felt an immense weight finally lift from his shoulders. That long standing dream to take over the Pride Lands had finally left him. His new desire was to explore the lands beyond with the pair that saw him for who he truly was.

"Long live the king," he muttered when looking back towards his homeland, watching it getting further and further away...