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A Gay Lion King Parody

Chapter 22

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By Draconicon

Simba couldn't believe that Naka was serious at first, but as soon as his bodyguard dropped into that familiar pose from their training sessions, he knew that there was no way out. He would have to beat Naka - and beat him completely - to be able to stay in this jungle paradise. And...

And he could already feel the hunger inside this time. His asshole clenched as he remembered how good Naka had felt inside of him, how the other lion's shaft had made him feel like a good little slut, both before the trauma memories had kicked in and after, while he'd -

Don't do that again. Can't be entirely safe. Need to -

He pushed it out of his mind as he made the same trained moves that Naka had, his legs moving slightly further apart, one further back, one forward, his shoulders tilting to give him room to reach and dodge as needed. It was all down to the training that they'd both gotten under Sakabi. They circled each other slowly, the clearing feeling so much smaller now. There was no sound in the distance of Timon and Pumbaa, and he could only imagine how far they'd run off at this point.

"I'm taking you home," Naka said.

"I can't. I can't go back."

"You have to. The kingdom is falling apart. Scar is...I don't know what he's doing, but he's trying to do something that your father never would have allowed."

"I know that. But if I go back -"

"It's the right thing."

"For who?!"

Naka answered with a charge. Simba met it, blocking the first two grapple attempts before tilting his hip to the side and catching the third, throwing his bodyguard over his hip and straight to the ground. The urge to follow it up with a blow to the throat or the chest hit him, and he barely resisted, giving Naka the time to roll out of the way and get back to his feet.

Their banter was done; his bodyguard had taken on that familiar serious face, the same one that he'd always worn during their training and beyond. This was not a time where Naka would listen to reason. This was the time for action.

I can't win, Simba thought. Not fairly. Not...not the way that we were trained.

But there was another way. A way that he knew worked, considering that he had used it before and forced himself to the top again. The time in the elephant graveyard, the time when they were fighting and he'd been interrupted before he could take it further: they were just a pair of examples. He had the power to see a weakness in another person and exploit it, to dominate them, to push them down and completely control them.

It would make Naka stop this.

It would give him satisfaction.

And...and it looked almost like the other lion wouldn't be disinterested in it. Despite the fight, Naka's cock was still up, still at least half-hard, and it was throbbing from time to time when the other male's eyes dropped down. Simba could feel the stare flicking across his body, appreciating this, that, and the other thing, and -

No, you can't. Find something else. Not that. Not that.

But there was no easy way to fight Naka. His bodyguard had been the better fighter every time, and the only times that he won had been when he'd cheated, tricked him, done something that Sakabi had always stopped him from doing again. He wasn't so strong, and his uncle -

A weak little prince that needs someone to take care of him. A boy that needs a man. A little slut that needs a master.

Simba was snapped out of the memory as Naka slammed into him, knocking him back against a tree. The prince barely managed to avoid getting kneed in the thigh, blocking it with one leg before thumping his head forward. Naka grunted, stumbling back, and Simba put the tree between himself and the other lion.

"You are coming back with me...one way...or another," Naka grunted.

"If I come back, it'll start a war."

"A war would be better than living under Scar right now!"

"You say that, but -"

Simba's retort was drowned out by a loud roar from the other side followed by another lunge. He barely managed to duck under the other lion's arms, throwing himself to the ground and rolling back to the clearing. He was barely in time as Naka lunged back upright, following him, sweeping grapples coming from all sides as the prince kept dodging around them, trying to find something, anything that would give him a chance against the other man.

Too fast to beat, too strong to overpower.

And yet...yet, there were so many weaknesses.

He remembered his bodyguard's weakness with nipple stimulation, how well he had taken to being ass-fucked, how guilt and humiliation had played into pleasure and had nearly broken him before. He could see that Naka was barely holding it together, panting hard as he lunged again and again, his cock throbbing stiffer and stiffer.

The dream. The dream from last night and the corruption that he had planted in the other lion was still a factor, or he would have been pinned on his back already. But even with that, he was barely keeping up. One good headlock from Naka, and he'd be done.

"You're coming home, right now!"

Naka lunged, Simba spun, and the other lion ran right into a tree. Simba was right behind him, holding him pinned with one arm against the back of his neck and the other darting down -

"Nnnngh!"

Naka gasped as soon as Simba got a finger inside of him, and even the prince barely realized what he was doing before he was doing it. His eyes went wide as his fingers moved almost of their own volition, finger-fucking the muscular male beneath him, and even as he found that pleasurable button and pressed down, he was talking. Talking, pushing, whispering what he somehow knew would keep Naka from fighting back as hard as he wanted to.

"You know what you are," he whispered. "Not a bodyguard, but a body-servant. You failed me in the elephant graveyard. You failed me when my father was caught. I was stupid, but you were supposed to be better than that. You can't help but fear what you'll get wrong next."

"Nnngh...let...let go - ah!"

He pushed a third finger in, forcing that pucker wider, feeling the lion's prostate pressing back against his fingers and all but begging for more attention. Simba gave it without hesitation, panting as he worked his fingers in and out, spitting on them and making them slicker, louder as he plundered that pucker.

"You need this. You couldn't change anything on your own, so you came to me. Well, I'm not going home. Not without a good reason."

"Nnngh..."

"You're not ready to take command. I'm the prince, and I'm telling you right now... lift...your...tail."

There was something in his voice, a tingling feeling in his throat as the words escaped him, but no sooner had they come free than Naka was lifting his tail high, showing off that muscular rump and the slightly different fur color between the cheeks rather than the slightly darker cream color that ran down the back of his thighs and rump. The whiter color there sent a shiver right down Simba's cock, particularly as he spread them, showing off how that hole was starting to puff up slightly, getting more noticeable as he worked his fingers in and out, in and out, faster, harder, deeper -

"Nnngh..."

Naka whimpered, his voice fading. A quick glance confirmed that his eyes were rolling back, his toes curling against the dirt below. Simba knew that this had to be breaking him down, doing things to him that weren't entirely right -

What was done to me wasn't right. What I went through wasn't right. I can't win by fighting fair.

Which meant that he had to fight dirty. And if it meant that he got something from it for once, rather than just...just taking it...

Naka...Naka always beat me...always showed me that I was less. Always looked down on me...I can...I can have this...

And it would keep him from having to go back.

All of those motivations were more than sufficient to keep him fingering that hole despite his reservations. In, out, in, out, feeling those inner walls clenching, smelling the dripping pre-cum from the other side, and seeing...

Seeing Naka dropping.

There was a sense of the other lion. More than just seeing his weaknesses, he saw a...a feeling of power over him. The spirit of the other lion, perhaps, or something else like it. It was bowing, giving in, and he could feel Naka pushing back now, that ass pushing for more pressure.

More pleasure.

More of whatever he was getting that he would never be able to get on his own. Simba was the only one that was scratching his itch and making things better for him. If it wasn't for Simba, then this wouldn't be enough. He had to...he had to take it further.

The prince panted as he pulled his fingers back, only to rest his hands on those muscular hips and bring his dick forward. He was hard as he had ever been, and his libido was running him as much as anything else at that point. His eyes rolled back in their sockets as he rested his cock between Naka's cheeks, pushing the head against that pucker and nudging it, rubbing it, teasing it.

"Mmmph...ah..."

"Naka...you aren't going to tell me what to do. You never wanted to tell me what to do. If you want me to be your prince...then I will be your master..."

Just saying that sent a shiver down his spine and a thrill through his dick. Ever since his guilty moment with Sarakiba and the others, he had pushed the urge to dominate away. Ever since Scar had taken him down, he had been afraid to make any decisions for someone else in case he got it as wrong as that. But now...now, in this moment...he wanted this. He needed to stay here, away from the Pride Land, and that meant that he needed to keep Naka under control.

It was better this way. He had to tell himself that. It was better this way, and it would stay better this way.

POP!

The head of his cock slipped inside, and Naka moaned, the other lion all but breaking beneath him. There was a moment of stiff resistance followed by a long, shallow moan that turned into a shaky breath. He held his bodyguard - his body-servant - tight, grinding into him until the full length of his cock was completely buried in that pucker. He moaned as Naka squeezed down on him, pulling him deeper, milking him desperately.

It was done. Maybe not permanently, maybe not forever, but in that moment, he felt his old acquaintance bending to him, giving in, being his bitch, his slave. The other lion was already grinding back, whispering nonsense words, pushing for more cock in his ass than he could probably handle. It didn't matter; he wanted it, and he was going to get it, because Simba was nearly as lost to it as his friend was.

In, out, in, out he thrust, feeling that pucker pulling along his dick as he pulled back only to ram it right back in with the next thrust. He moaned under his breath as he pinned the little annoyance, the little pain in his ass right against the tree. Naka had always been so confident, so powerful, but now? Now, it was the prince's turn to feel that, to be the one that had all the strength and power and confidence in the moment. He moaned under his breath as he hammered forward, pulled back, and slammed in again, and again, and again, unable to stop himself from just...

Savoring it. Indulging it. Being consumed by it.

"No more fighting. You want me. You need me. And you're going to show it. Over...and over...and over..."

"Mmmph...your...your slut..."

"Yes. My slut. My Wanton One."

"NNNNGH!"

The name, that demeaning status, was enough to leave Naka cumming right then and there. The other lion sprayed the tree with his seed, his asshole clenching down hard on Simba's cock and milking all up and down the shaft. Simba paused, huffing and clenching his teeth from the sheer pleasure and temptation to go over the edge right then and there, but he managed to hold back. Barely, but he still managed it.

"Mmmph...ah..."

Naka wasn't done. The other lion looked over his shoulder, his face a picture of pure desperation, and he rolled his hips back. Slip, pop, slip, pop, grinding down on Simba's cock. The pleasure, the slipperiness, the feeling of looseness that he had fucked into that pucker, was enough to leave him growling in need for more. So much more. So much fucking more.

He pulled out, but not back. He turned Naka around, grabbing their cocks and pushing them together. The other male shivered, his eyes rolled back, his mouth slack and loose. He was lost to his needs, long-suppressed, and Simba was the only one around that could come anywhere close to fulfilling those.

"You...are going to do...what I tell you. Understand?"

"Yes..."

"You...want me..." Simba could see that, too. So much...so much that he had ignored. "You wanted me to be stronger...more powerful...making decisions. Well...now I am. And I decide...that you want me...crave me...need me..."

The more that he spoke, the more that he felt that cock throbbing up against his. Not just refusing to go soft, but getting harder and more desperate. The more that he spoke, the more he understood how Scar had managed to enjoy this over others. The sheer power of domination, of making others crave being dominated, was an intoxicating feeling. He doubted that many could have resisted it.

He wasn't even sure that he could. All he knew was that, in this moment, he was going to indulge. Glancing around, he saw a tall enough rock for his purposes, and walked over to it, pulling Naka along by the cock.

Simba sat down, extending his legs and pointing to the ground. The other lion, eyes slitted with pleasure and completely overwhelmed, fell to his knees.

"You want me to be a prince. You will treat me like a prince," Simba said, slowly lifting one leg, extending his toes to his bodyguard. "And you...will worship...me."

It was hard to believe that he was saying such things, but no sooner were the words out of his mouth than Naka had his lips wrapped around Simba's toes. A kiss turned into a gentle suck, and the suck turned into frenzied licks in short order. They darted around and between the toes, going up and down along Simba's foot, and the lion prince groaned as he felt the delicate, gentle touches of his friend's attention.

He'll do anything I say. Anything.

Because Naka was broken. Because Simba had claimed him. This...this was what might have happened to Naka if he had gone back to Pride Rock and ended up getting Scar's attention. And his uncle would have been worse, so much worse. The attention would have been more humiliating, more focused on breaking Naka down.

And Naka would have enjoyed every second of it, just like Simba had.

Simba pushed that thought down, refusing to think about it for more than that one instant. He was already in trouble; he couldn't afford to let it get worse.

"Worship," he said, bringing his other foot up, pressing it against his body-servant's face. "Worship...and forget..."

"Mmmph..."

"Forget about them. Forget about the Pride Land. Let them figure it out. You found your prince. Let that be enough. Just...just serve...and worship...and forget..."

Forget about the land.

Forget about Sakabi.

Forget about all the people that he was supposed to be responsible for as Mufasa's son.

It shouldn't be that hard.

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Shenzi chuckled as he worked his toes in and out of Sakabi's ass, taking his time to really work them in deep before pulling them out. The lion's once-tight hole was a gaping mess, regularly fucked by Scar and some of the other hyenas that the king trusted to take care of Mufasa's old Chosen. It was rather embarrassing to see someone that had been so proud so broken in, but the training under the king was rather thorough. Shenzi knew that it would happen sooner or later; even he wouldn't be able to resist that in total, regardless of his various little tricks and techniques. Sakabi certainly stood no chance.

POP!

The heel of his foot popped right past the rim, lodging inside, and the lion moaned as he came all over the floor from the pressure within. It was becoming a more and more familiar sight. Once Shenzi had figured out how to fuck with that hole, how to get around the little resistances that Sakabi had, it was simplicity itself to keep pushing him over the edge. All it took was the right kind of teasing.

Wiggle.

Curl.

Wiggle.

The little toe movements helped keep that orgasm coming as Shenzi chuckled to himself, leaning his chin on one hand as he watched the display from behind. The clenching feeling of the lion's inner walls around his foot was rather amusing, and he smiled as he imagined how gaped that pucker would be when he finally pulled his limb back.

"Feeling better?" he asked.

"Nnngh..."

"You're going to want to find your words soon. I'm sure that his highness will be along before too much longer. He always seems to know when you're all riled up and ready for him."

"Nnngh...you...you took care...of that...this time."

"He'll bring it back. He always does."

A familiar fear-shiver ran down Sakabi's spine. To be fair, Shenzi was barely repressing one of his own, considering what Scar had made clear he would do if he ever got his hands on the hyena and Shenzi no longer had a secret to use against him. Once that happened, he would be the one on the receiving end of all Scar's techniques and powers and everything else that the lion could bring to bear on someone that managed to catch his eye.

And that would mean the end of my people, Shenzi thought with a shake of his head. Not something that I can let happen.

He slowly pulled his leg back, feeling the lion's inner walls clenching down as they always did. Sakabi had been trained to constantly squeeze down on anything inside him, no matter how much better it would be if it was let loose, and that meant that the lion's asshole was constantly under strain. Shenzi would have cared a bit more about that if Sakabi had been anything more than an ally of convenience, but for now, all that he cared about was doing it slowly rather than stopping and waiting.

A little further, and his heel popped free. The lion groaned, huffing through clenched teeth, only to whimper as he dragged the rest of his sole out. The slime from inside coated his foot from toes to just past his heel, and the dark underside shimmered in the rough light in the small cavern.

Pop.

Pop.

Pop.

Pop.

Pop.

One by one, his toes popped free, and he laid his foot down on the cavern floor. The lion slumped forward, head on his hands, and that ass swayed back and forth.

Truth to tell, despite being quite the power-bottom, Shenzi was more than slightly tempted by that pucker. It was slowly closing, but he knew from experience that the gape would kick in while it was still somewhat open. Probably keep it to no more than mostly-closed, with enough spread that a finger could slide in while only barely touching the sides. It would be another humiliation for Sakabi, and one that Scar would happily use against him.

"Well, at least you're drained."

"Mmmph...I don't understand you..." Sakabi shook his head. "You want to turn against him, and yet...yet you..."

"I do what I have to, hon."

That was all that he could do. It was all that any of them could do. Shenzi was just the one that was the most honest about it. If they were going to get through this, if they were going to get rid of the man that wanted to turn the kingdom into an even worse state than Mufasa had left it in, then someone was going to have to play dirty.

"S-Simba?" Sakabi whispered.

"You really don't want to talk about him anymore. Scar's getting pissy about that."

And there's no sign of him yet, the hyena thought, glancing off into space. You'd think that the kid would be running back to get what was his.

Then again, considering everything that Scar had a tendency to do to his lovers, he could understand not wanting to run back to that. Not without an army at one's back, and Shenzi doubted that there was any such army in the desert. If there was, great, but he wasn't holding his breath for it.

"Mmmph...I don't...I can't..."

"Well, if you can't take it, you have a choice," Shenzi said, crossing his slippery sole over his other leg. "But if you break, I can't say that there's a big chance of you coming back the way that you used to be. You want Simba to come back and rut your ass the way that Scar's been doing?"

"..."

"Then you better find a way to stay to hold out."

Or they'd be down by one person when the plan came together, and that wasn't something that Shenzi was ready for.

As Sakabi started pulling himself together, Shenzi got to his feet and walked to the edge of the chamber. The subtle marks that he put around the room to keep Scar from hearing what they said were still holding strong, but he was constantly concerned that they would fail at the worst possible time. Everything that he did was supposed to be enough, but he knew the king. Scar was one of those that would find a weakness and hold it to his chest for as long as he could before springing it as a surprise. This would be one of those that he wouldn't reveal for some time, just as he hadn't revealed that he knew that Mufasa would be freed and planned to have him killed in the escape attempt. He was very clever that way.

But so am I...

Shenzi couldn't fight him openly, not the way that the other lions could. If Scar could be forced to confess his plans for the rest of the world to hear, if Shenzi could be there to proclaim that his people were used as enforcers until Scar could make contact with the other lions in the Outlands, then he could turn on the king. Until then, for his own safety, he had to play lackey. The rest of the kingdom was more than willing to turn on the hyenas if Scar didn't stand up for them, and he couldn't risk relying on charity that might not be there when push came to shove.

But if he died, if Scar found a way to sweep through the hyenas without anyone else knowing the leverage that they'd need to take care of him...

...Dammit.

"You need to know something," Shenzi said.

"Nnngh?"

"Scar has other plans. Things that you'll need to know...if things go badly."

"...What do you...what do you know?"

"He wants to bring the Outlanders in."

"What?!"

It was a moment of comfort, in a way, to hear the sheer rage and indignation that the other lion still could summon. It meant that Sakabi wasn't quite as broken as he had thought. Well, that would give them a bit more time, at least, and considering the time it would take for Simba to get across the desert with Naka, they were going to need all that they could play for.

"You - you aren't lying," Sakabi said as he forced himself to a kneeling position, his cock weighed down by the vine and rope still. "He...he's mad. The Outlanders were banished for ravaging the lands before. They were feral, impossible to control. They wanted nothing but to prey and feast on everything, worse than -"

"Worse than me and mine?" Shenzi asked.

"..."

"Yeah. That's what I thought. Now, listen. I intercepted him sending a messenger to them. I made a deal with him, a deal that he's no longer honoring the way that he promised he would. I made it for my people, and considering that he's no longer giving me what he promised, that means I need to find something better. Maybe someone like you...maybe someone like Simba."

"If you touch the prince -"

"Hon, if you knew what I've done to that boy already, you would be blushing worse than the first time that Sarakiba helped you," Shenzi said, shaking his head. "The point stands. I need a better deal. But if Scar finds a way to take me out before I can take him down, then I can't risk that secret going to the grave with me. You are going to have to remember it, too. Just in case."

"...You think that he is on the verge of something?"

"I think that he's getting desperate enough with Simba's disappearance to start trying things that he shouldn't. Right now, he's got my hyenas and your pride as his boogeymen, but he's building up an army of all the other tribes in the kingdom. If that gets big enough, then he won't need me. And he's building things up as fast as he can."

"..."

"So, in case things get out of hand...you should know. Scar's not just trying to replace Mufasa. He's trying to start something different. Something where lions rule, and nothing else matters. Where he can do whatever he wants, and nothing can tell him otherwise. And if he gets the Outlanders here, if he gets their support, then it won't matter if the rest of the pride disagrees anymore. It won't matter if the rest of the kingdom disagrees. He'll have all the backing he needs to do whatever he wants, however he wants, and other lions that will do the exact same thing alongside him."

"...We can't let him do that."

"No. We can't. So, you better find a way to keep from breaking, because the minute that he convinces you that he should be named king? Well, things are going to go downhill in a hurry. He's got a lot of power; don't give him more."

"...I will do what I can."

That would have to be enough. It wasn't the same as doing enough to matter, but Shenzi knew the limits of what he could and couldn't ask. If nothing else, giving Sakabi the secret would make sure that the former Chosen would have motivation to hold out against Scar...and maybe change the things that he wanted enough to make it so that Scar had to change up his plans in return. It was something, at least, something that he could work with.

He turned to leave, brushing away the silence sigils on the wall. He had barely managed the last one when he heard the bark and snap of the hyenas outside the cell.

That's him...

Shenzi walked out to meet the king, cock swaying between his legs and his lips pulled back in as smug a grin as he could manage. The black-maned lion shook his head.

"Charming. Wasting your time, or did you manage to convince Sakabi that his fate is inevitable?"

"I've given him something to think about."

"It best be something useful. I am getting very tired of these delays, Shenzi. This was supposed to be done."

"Well, then, maybe you should get in there and do what you do best, eh?"

Shenzi walked around the lion, wiggling a finger at one of the hyenas. They started walking together through the under-tunnels of Pride Rock, and Shenzi took the time to rub his dick. Once he was dripping, he drew a few symbols beneath his jaw and along the other hyena's lips. Not much, barely powerful enough to cast the spell of silence for a few minutes, but it would do while Scar was busy with Sakabi.

"Anything that I need to know about?" Shenzi muttered.

"Nothing from the desert, but Scar's getting a lot of warriors built up near the Graveyard."

"...Our Graveyard."

"Mm-hmm."

"...Not good."

"No. At least two dozen warriors already sent there. Sounds like he's building up at least twice as much again. Not hearing why, either."

Which meant that Scar was trying to get scouting parties together, from the sound of it. If he couldn't excuse sending a messenger through, then he would make up some sort of story that would let him send scouts through to the other side. Maybe even sacrificial ones, ensuring that they found the Outlanders and got caught and tortured, carrying a message from the king to invite the others in.

And if that happened...

Shenzi was under no illusions. If that happened, then Scar would blame the capture on his people. The hyenas would be rounded up, potentially slaughtered, and then the rest of the kingdom would beg Scar to let them go to war, to do something to stop the Outlanders before it was too late. Scar would then make a 'regrettable mistake' and split his forces so that the Outlanders could beat them, probably with the other lions informed of where they'd need to strike, and from there, it would be the end.

Scar would win.

Shenzi would be dead.

And everyone would be living in a hell-scape.

"Really not good," Shenzi muttered.

"Got a plan?"

"Yeah, but I'm not liking it. And the rest of the pieces are out in the desert."

"Fuck."

"Mm-hmm."

If they didn't get back soon, Shenzi would have to come up with something else. There was no point trusting everything to chance. Problem was, discounting Simba and Naka would mean turning his back - to some extent - on Sakabi, which would leave him short on allies. Very, very short on allies, particularly if Simba happened to turn up partway through any new plan that he came up with.

Shenzi grumbled, rubbing his forehead with one hand and his fellow hyena's cock with the other. The other male chuckled.

"Needing a pounding, boss?"

"Always. Come with me."

The End

Summary: Simba and Naka continue their fight, and Shenzi has a bit of a heart-to-heart with Sakabi.

Tags: M/M, Gay Lion King, The Lion King, Simba, Shenzi, Scar, Rule 63, All Male, Parody, Foot Fetish, Fighting, Fingering, Anal, Foot in Ass, Hyena, Lion, Orgasm, Cum, Hypnosis, Corruption, Series,