The Lion King

Written by: Dark_Writer

Commissioned by: Hasani

The dark sky of night slowly died as it was burned away by the sun as it carved its way across the new sky. Red, orange, and gold painted the sky as the light seemed to wake the planet underneath it. Many different and varied creatures shook sleep away and ventured outside to see the majestic sunrise...only one of the natural beauties they see everyday. The crown in the center of these lands; from the sweeping hills to the bogs, from the sparkling lakes to the craggy mountains; is a large rocky outcropping pointing up towards the very heavens. And from the heavens was born a benevolent leader that helped to create a balance between creatures. He strove to connect the lands with raucous sex instead of dividing it with superficial and needless wars.

"Mufasa?! Are you there?" The king had recently been making a nasty habit of making him do the most humiliating things. Even as the words left his bill he found himself wondering if this was one of those times. Zazu heard the agitation and hidden worries in his voice, silently wondering if becoming the king's majordomo is really worth all of this stress. The hornbill lightly brushed his feathers down making sure to look his best before the king sets his eyes on him. His soft blue feathers seemed to shimmer in the glowing sunlight as the golden light entered Pride Rock...the lion's alarm clock. "Sire? I have news..."

"Ugh! Come in Zazu...we could use your beak in here." The voice, strong and forceful without sounding overly commanding, belonged to Mufasa, king of the lions and of the Pride Lands.

Zazu rounded the corner of the rock wall and blushed furiously at the sight of his king roughly pounding his husband's ass. The sound of their grunts & moans filling the chamber they used as their private quarters. Their scents slithered into the bird's nostrils and he feels a lustful buzz start to build in his trim body. "Uhh...sire. I wish to speak with you about the ceremony."

To Mufasa nudity and even having sex in full view of others is nothing to be ashamed of, so he vigorously continued, "Well...what is it?" Sarab lovingly ground his hips back into his lover wanting the thick cock to explore deeper inside of him. The movements also made it hard for Mufasa to listen carefully to what Zazu is telling him.

"Everything is set for Simba's dedication ceremony." Mufasa grunted loudly as Sarab flexed his walls around his thick lion cock. The pressure felt great, like sticking his dick in a vice grip. The heat of Sarab's body rose into him, which made him suddenly remember that Zazu is standing in the room...watching them. The large lion leaned up, and just to drive Sarab crazy ran a free hand over his flexing back muscles. He motions for Zazu to come over.

"Wha...sire I shouldn't." But the hornbill's body screamed for it, begged him to give it permission to move forward. Zazu suddenly became aware of his own lusts rising like flames from his loins. It had been so long since he had last had sex and he was definitely feeling the need...NO! He has a job to do and he was going to do it.

Mufasa sensed the hornbill's trepidation and quickly grabbed one of his feathered hands and guided it quickly to his husband's warm rump...that his hard cock was still pumping in and out of. All the thoughts buzzing around the bird's brain disappeared entirely...all but one. And with that thought guiding his body, Zazu found himself kneeling in front of Sarab with the skilled lion's mouth wrapped firmly around his malehood. The odd sensation of the smooth mouth and rough tongue rolling over his sensitive flesh made his bones feel weak.

"He's got quite a mouth doesn't he?"

No longer feeling the need to suppress himself around his superiors, Zazu enthusiastically replied, "He does indeed, sire." Being consumed by the pleasures of the leonine mouth made it hard for Zazu to catch and filter all the thoughts and words floating through his head. "You like sucking my cock, don't you?" He said to Sarab, the words seemed more like an actual question than dirty talk.

So in response, Sarab slowly drags his rough tongue over the head of the bird's cock. The yelps from the avian excited the lion even more as he drinks the hard cock deep into his throat. Zazu's falls onto Sarab's back due to the lion's expert sucking on his dick. Sarab softly bites down on the cock, being fucked into and out of his mouth. For Zazu this is exactly what he had been looking for, he gritted his teeth against the skilled lion as he continues to drink his meat. Mufasa laughed, seeing Zazu leaning on his husband's back like that, the normally so prim & proper bird was slobbering and grunting like sex starved male he's ever seen. It was nice to see him in this light, enjoying himself rather than putting such undue pressure on himself.

However, he also knew that Sarab definitely knew what he was doing. Sarab often uses sex to get what he wanted out of his friends, his prey, and his lovers. A large hand roams across Sarab's flexing butt, the submissive lion delighting in the feel of such a strong hand being so overtly gentle. The hand continued its journey over his rounded hips until it reached his dripping shaft. A quick & sudden jolt of pleasure surges into Sarab when the strong hand becomes strong again and firmly grasped his meat. Slowly...so slowly it almost hurt...the hand rubs over the flesh getting him even hotter than he thought he could be.

Zazu leaned back up, bracing himself on the broad shoulders of the sub lion, reveling in the wet and wild tongue action he was getting. "You are...quite good at this." Zazu was smaller in overall body size than most of the lions that spend their day chasing down potential meals and sex partners. His job didn't require such harsh physical exertions, however, his naturally fast metabolism coupled with the activities he does do make it easy for him to keep his body in shape. A fact that has made him very attractive to most of the animals in the Pride Lands; add in his position as the king's right hand, that he takes great pride in his physical appearance, and his natural stamina and you have the reason he is so sought after.

The roars, grunts, moans, and wet sounds danced around the room filling the cavern with an auditory ambiance that drove the three men faster towards their end. The trio had set up a lewd rhythm that hit each of their thresholds. When Mufasa would push into Sarab, his dick rubbing into his prostate like one would grind a fruit into a rock hoping to drink its juices. Sarab squeezed his anal muscles around Mufasa's cock, milking him and trying desperately to push his husband into a forceful climax. Sarab was also pushed forward, taking the surprisingly thick bird cock into his throat and drinking the sweet, sweet pre cum like it is honey dangling gently from a tree leaf. Zazu felt Sarab's sucking pull him forward and he fought to maintain his balance as his body is rocketing towards his orgasm. The greedy lion continues joyously bouncing between the two hard bodied males, pre cum soaking his mouth and ass, making their thrusts easier as they slide into and out of the quivering lion.

Mufasa grabs his husband's hips for balance and for power, "Get ready to feel this lion's pride, baby." With one final and mighty thrust he forced his cock deep into his husband's bowels and all at once their climaxes wash over them, waves of passion and love encircling them as their cocks explode with salty sweet cream. Having to let go of Sarab's gushing cock allows the semen to splash against the rocky floor and up onto leonine legs. Zazu looses it when he felt Sarab's tongue flex around his shaft at the same time he feels tiny pin pricks of pain. His teeth had not broken flesh, but they have broken his threshold and the hornbill could take no more.

When the hornbill fills his throat, Sarab noticed, with some delight, that his seed is not as thick as the other lions, but has a much sweeter flavor. He suspects the hornbill's diet of mostly fruits and honey is to blame. Zazu looked down at Sarab's ass and saw globs of semen gushing out around the sides of the king's mighty cock. Some of the white cream was shot up and lands across Sarab's lower back. Large muscles were still pumping a spurting cock into Sarab's cum covered and stretched ass. Mufasa rode his climax into the ground...not wanting to give up on the pleasure until it was all gone. Finally, after what seemed like minutes of fucking on fumes, Mufasa pulled out, and stood. He took big sniff of the air, taking in the intoxicating scent of the sex, delighting in the feel of a good workout and his own bare flesh in the sunlight. Sarab stood next, having finished off the bird's orgasm, and entwined his lips with those of Mufasa. "Sweet? Isn't it?"

Mufasa drank down the little bit of Zazu's semen that his probing tongue took in from Sarab's delicious maw. "It is." He looked at Zazu who was standing up himself, "Why don't you join us more often, old friend?"

As the bird was desperately trying to pat his feathers back down, he chuckles sarcastically, "I would die if I tried to keep up with how often you two go at it, sire." Mufasa laughed, gently slapping his partner's ample buttocks, feeling a mix of flesh, sweat, and semen. "But..." Seeing this, his dick twitched, "...as I was saying before, sire. Everything is set for Simba's dedication ceremony. But, I will go around and check with the other clans for any changes and what not. I still have my responsibilities, you know?"

Another hearty laugh, "That's great! Things have gone so smoothly since you took up your responsibilities, you know that?" Mufasa was always a great leader, compassionate, fair, and always willing to lend a hand whenever he is needed.

"I know sire." Zazu had a lot of admiration for the king. He had taken this war-torn piece of land and built an empire, but not just for his species...no, that would've been easy. He created a place where peace reins over all species. A sigh escaped his lips as his mind cringes at the thought of Mufasa's son, Simba. Not a bad lion by any means, but definitely a troublemaker. The questions had crossed his mind many times as the cub grew up of whether or not Simba was at all related to Mufasa. They were completely different. But as days turned to years, it became clearer and clearer that he was indeed the son of the king.

"Go on outside Zazu, I'll meet you there."

The bird obeyed and the large lion turned his body into his husband's, wrapping strong and powerful arms around the smaller male, pressing him closer into him. Their eyes met, as they often had over the years. Sarab knew what this meant. Mufasa is telling himself how lucky he is to have such a devoted partner.

"Please Mufasa..." A shaky hand reaches up and holds the side of lion's face as he presses into the warm hand never taking his eyes away, "the pleasure's all mine."

Their breath tickled their fur as the distance between their lips closed. The smaller lion moved forward encircling his arms around Mufasa's neck, delighted in feel of the soft mane. He had shaven his own mane to show his submissive role, a decision he does not regret, but sometimes he misses the feel of his own mane. Pressing his body forward made it easier for Mufasa to rest his hands in the small of his lover's back. Sarab presses his body forward, both becoming aware of how easily their bodies slipped together. They stayed like this for a moment or two, drinking one another's form into their soul.

Then slowly, Mufasa leaned forward, touching his lips to Sarab's, but not kissing...just touching. This sensation of pleasure and of need collided in Sarab's head and he couldn't decide if this was more fun or torture. A large tongue emerges and dives through white teeth and explores the mouth beyond. The tongue...like the king himself...is firm and forceful, yet tender and warm. He only uses his strength when he has to and that is a quality that is hard to find in a king...and a man. Sarab closes his eyes, letting his lover savor his flavor.

Breaking the kiss Mufasa looked deeply and longingly into the eyes of the man he has loved all of these years. Taking his hands from his back he thought of hugging onto his lover tightly, but he instead grabbed and groped the supple mounds of buttocks he finds there. Sarab smiled, "You always were an ass man."

Mufasa chuckled as he placed a single gentle kiss on the forehead of Sarab...his best friend...his lover...his soul mate. "I love you."

Sarab smiled, a sudden tidal wave of contentment inundating him. He suddenly found himself thinking that if he should die right now...that he would regret nothing. "I love you, too. Now go find your son...you promised you'd spend at least some of the day with him today."

Mufasa pulled away and advanced toward the door, not caring that his lower body is still dripping with the aftermath of the intense workout he got this morning. He walked beside Zazu, taking a big whiff of the fresh air, letting it fill his lungs. His voice beamed with adulation, "Just think Zazu, by day's end my son will become his own man."

The hornbill's face contorted abruptly as if a severe migraine had descended on him without warning, "Don't remind me sire."

"Where is he?"

Zazu stopped dead in his tracks; he had hoped to avoid this topic because he honestly had no idea where Simba was. The young lion was nothing if not cunning. He had been bestowed a dangerous gift of Mufasa's courage and strength and Sarab's quick wits and charm. At times it became very clear that Simba thought he could do anything he wanted. Mufasa had made it clear too, that one of Zazu's biggest responsibility was to keep an eye on the heir to Mufasa's throne. Zazu tried to swallow the lump in his throat, "Where is he...? He's...um..."

"Zazu?" The king's tone had hardened to one of disappointment and concern.

"I'm right here, dad." The older lion and bird both turn to see a young lion leaning against the rocky wall to the right of the entrance to the large cave the lions use as home. Zazu blushed and Mufasa smiled proudly when they realized that the prince was wearing nothing except a confident smirk. His sheath thick and ball hanging low, he moved gracefully over to the other males. "I wanted to go exploring, but Zazu made it crystal clear that I was meant to be here today. So I didn't."

Mufasa smiled, seeing right through his son's lie, "Well I'm glad he did that. You are dismissed Zazu. Come on Simba I want to talk to you."

Breathing a sigh of relief, the bird breathed out trying to rid his body of all the unneeded anxieties, "Yes of course sire." With each powerful step the large lion took over the stone, his huge dripping dick swung slapping against his thighs and forcing him to remember the great sex he had already had this morning. He silently hopes that Simba will one day learn that his place is here, ruling these lands with lust and sex instead of fear and violence.

Zazu walked gracefully towards the younger lion. While Mufasa is still walking away, Zazu wrapped a feathered hand around the base of Simba's cock and squeezed, sending shivers of pleasure through the taut young body. "Thanks for the save, lad." Zazu leaned his beak to the feline ear, and whispered in a voice that sounded like he had been looking for an excuse to say these words, "I'll see you later." Zazu ran and flew off to start his rounds of patrolling the Pride Lands, being Mufasa's eyes and ears on the field wasn't an easy job, by any stretch of the imagination. But he always did it with a smile, knowing that the perks FAR outweigh the burdens.

Simba settled in beside his father, being seen as an equal to the king by the other lions. He knew his father knew he had lied, but hoped that he wouldn't say anything about it. He was a skilled hunter now and wanted to be treated like the adult he feels like. "Good morning dad."

"Good morning, my son. I need to tell you something. Follow me to the peak of Pride Rock." The two embarked on their short journey to the tip top of Pride Rock and arrived there just as the sun broke from the horizon...bathing the landscape in its golden glow. "Look out there, my son."

Simba obeyed, scanning the shimmering surroundings, but he could look at the fantastic views anytime. So as he looked out over the lands where the clans of his father's kingdom live, he silently wondered what he was truly supposed to be looking at.

His father's booming voice broke the silence in his head, "Everything the light touches is our kingdom."

"Yeah, I know that dad."

Mufasa continued with his speech, wanting his son to take in the wisdom of his words rather than just hear them. "And our time in this world rises and falls just as the sun." The mighty king lowered his head, not wanting his next words to be true, but knowing from history that they are unavoidable. "One day the sun set will set on my time here and rise with you as king."

Simba seemed to perk up, "And then this will all be mine?" Seeing a large rocky outcropping overshadowing a large lifeless area, Simba asks, "So what about that shadowy area again?"

Mufasa smiled, his son was nothing if not persistent, "That is where the hyenas live and hunt. You must never go there. Understand?"

Simba turned to look at his father, a gorgeous slab of lion meat, and he questions out of genuine curiosity, "You mean even when I'm king I don't get to do whatever...and more importantly...whoever I want?"

Mufasa chuckled, amused by his son's light-hearted and horny spirit, "There's more to being king than getting what you want all the time, son." The big lion turned to leave beckoning his son to follow by swishing his tail over his toned buttocks.

The young lion's dick twitched when he watches his father swish his tail over his thick muscular butt cheeks, "There is?" He follows his father down the face of Pride Rock, and out onto the plains of the lands they are charged with watching over.

"You see son, there exists a balance between all living creatures. And as the future king of these lands, you must understand this balance. You must learn to honor and respect all other creatures, from the horny gnu to the slutty antelope."

Simba absent-mindedly tugged on his cock, thinking about the big and buff, well-hung gnus taking it hard to the lithe and flexible antelopes, "Um...but dad..." He collects his thoughts, "...but don't we eat the antelopes?"

"Well, yes it is true that every creature has to eat to survive. But let me explain; we eat the antelopes, but when we die...our bodies become the grass, and the antelopes eat the grass." Mufasa sits down on the cool and damp grass, waiting until Simba did the same, "Thus we are all connected in the great circle of life."

Both hear the ruffling of approaching feathers as Zazu landed gracefully on a rounded rock and sat, delighted in how cool the rock felt on his bare rump. "Good morning sires."

"Good morning Zazu." Mufasa politely shot back, happy to see the usually so wound up hornbill acting so relaxed.

"I'm here for the morning report," he looked to Simba and then back to Mufasa, "If that's alright."

"Fire away old friend."

Zazu sighed, because he knows this is going to be a long speech, "Well, the chimps are going ape over something...I can never tell who's responsible for anything they're such mudslingers. The giraffes remain above it all as if any problem not dealing with how to get the last leaf off the tip top of the trees is beneath them. The elephants remembered something, but just what I can't recall. The crocodiles snapped up the chance to be valets for the smaller creatures in hopes they wouldn't have to do much else. While we haven't paid the hornbills, they're still having trouble figuring out just how much we owe them. The vultures have a hunch that not everyone invited to Simba's dedication will be coming back for lunch...they wanted me to say that one sire. The buffalo have got a beef about this season's grass, if you can call having too much of it as a problem. Thank goodness the warthogs have been thwarted in attempts to save their gas. The flamingoes say that saffron is this season's color and have finally agreed to be a part of the show. And that is the morning report sire."

"Thank you Zazu, you may go now." Simba watched the hornbill turn and leave, eyes hungrily gazing at the tight leg, butt, and back muscles flexing under the feathers before the blue bird takes flight. The young lion wondered what it would feel like to fuck him. "Simba?"

Shaking his head clear, Simba looked up at his father's face, "What?"

"I know what you're thinking and I want you to know...he's quite skilled. But for now we have to return to Pride Rock." He lightly slapped his son's butt, not removing his hand afterward. "I'll race you their ok?"

Simba flexes his butt muscles for his dad, "Sure, dad. Sounds fun. What do I get when I win?"

"HA! Confident are you?" Mufasa crossed his arms over his broad beautiful chest, pondering for a moment. "How about IF you win...I'll take you with me on my trip to see the elephants tomorrow."

"Really?!" Simba bowed his head, quickly cursing himself for sounding so eager, "Uh, that sounds cool, but what about if you win? What do want from me?"

The question entered his mind and the older lion digested it slowly, trying to think of something that would please him, but would be embarrassing for his son to endure. He snapped his finger excitedly, "I've got it! If I win you have to publically sub for Agweas."

"The king of the antelopes?" Simba can't help but smirk; his father knew exactly how to push his buttons. Antelopes are known to submit to most other creatures in the Pride Lands. Lions are viewed as the dominant species, so if a lion is seen being topped by an antelope...the lion will become a laughing stock. The only way to restore his lost reputation was to climb his way back to the top by dominating the other animals. Simba would NOT let that happen to him. "You're going down, old man!"

Both lions dig their feet into the ground trying to get a good clump of dirt to push off of, their cocks staring at the ground beneath them, balls hanging behind their meat. Their legs locked muscles poised & ready, eyes glued on the finish line...Pride Rock. Simba can't help but smile, he is sure that he's got his father licked. After all, he was young and he spent most of his free time teasing the hunters of the other animal clans...so he knew how to run.

"GO!"

The word was heard and a second later, their muscles responded, turning thoughts into energy and energy into action. The lion, big and small, took off. The younger lion, overconfident and eager, ran full force trying to put as much distance between himself and his father as he can. The wind felt great against his naked skin. He felt the power in his own body surging with every stride he took across the plains. Other animals stop what they doing to watch the handsome naked lions streak by them, drinking in their forms as they see muscles dancing under their golden fur.

For Mufasa, it was easy to watch Simba pull ahead quickly at the start, he would close the distance soon enough. He too felt the wind rubbing over his body as he ran through it. Tracing the outlines of his muscles and ruffling his fur as it slides over him. Power for the king's body did not mean strength...but control. He was conserving his energies for when his son started to grow tired from overexerting himself. For now though, he just kept pace with his own mind and waited for the opportunity to 'open the throttle'.

The young lion's muscles began to protest with his excessive running, the familiar burn of a good work out making its presence known. Simba looked back and sees a good distance between him and his father and smiled inside. His confidence in his own abilities was well placed. Turning back he saw an overturned tree and reacted instinctively, leaping over the tree, and easily regaining his footing. The grass is soft under his feet and seemed to be springing back against him...making him 'float' on top of the grass. He had this race won all along, but winning wasn't enough...he had to win by a whole lot. So he forced himself to run faster, quashing the protests by his aching legs muscles.

Mufasa on the other hand felt great, the slight buzzing in his muscles actually making him feel MORE energized and ready for much more activity. He felt like he could run for hours at this point. He sees his son breathing heavy and sweating, beads of the liquid rolling down his shoulders...down his flexing back...down his rippling butt cheeks...down his trembling legs...finally ending when they are flung off his succulent body, splashing onto the ground behind him. The older lions smiles to himself, his son is a fantastic physical specimen, but strength is not just about power. Like many things in life it has shades and hues that some just don't see. He would win this race, because his son is one of those people...and soon he would be too tired to keep up when the more experienced lion made his move.

The burning sensation of overworked muscles rose further in Simba's mind, encircling his brain. He became dizzy as the sensation tried to make him slow down or worse stop, but his mind insisted that the muscles keep going. The thought of being topped by a dainty little antelope drove his mind to scream at his protesting muscles. The race with father mirrored the race in his body. Mental signals passing by each other screaming over one another trying desperately to be heard over the pain. By no means is the pain unbearable, but it could not be ignored. Simba curses his pride, but continues to run home, not yet realizing that he had started to slow.

Aha! Here it is the older lion's moment to capitalize on his son's arrogance. He started to increase his speed and was just about to overtake his son when...

"AHHH! HEL...OWWW! HELP ME!!"

Both Mufasa and Simba stopped in their tracks, Mufasa elegantly. For Simba it was more of a stop and collapse. The king turned in the direction of his brother's cave feeling anger beginning to boil in his belly. Zazu suddenly landed next to them, "What do you think sire?"

Mufasa turned to Simba, "Go home." He set his gaze on the hornbill, "Go on ahead and see what's happening."

Usually, Simba would have protested at this point, but he feels as if he had been walked over by a herd of elephants and is in no mood to argue. So he picked himself up and slowly walked home.

Zazu took flight, the large rock jutting out of the side of a small rocky outcropping acts as the doorway to Scar's home. Zazu landed and saw Scar hunched over another form, but he couldn't tell what it was at first. Scar had always been a tad abrasive, but when Simba was born he became angry and distant. As if Simba himself had caused all of the problems he had been going through since then. And since Scar couldn't take his anger out on the prince of the lions...he took it out on members of the other animal clans. No one had ever died in his bed, but it seemed lately that it was only a matter of time.

Stepping into the cave the form became clear...an antelope. Scar had the young lope pinned to his rocky floor on his stomach. One of his strong hands holding tight to the young lope's neck, while he ground hips into his prey. With his free hand, Scar would dig a claw into the flesh of the lope's left hip when he didn't push back onto his cock hard enough. "Life's...not...fair. Is it?" He said between thrusts, "I'll never...be king...now." The thrusts rose with force as his anger grew inside of him. Each plow into the antelope felt great, but gave him no pleasure. He leaned forward to the antelope's ears, showing the squirming male his own blood covering the feline fingers, "And you shall never see the light of another day. How does that sound?" The antelope struggled harder, fueled by adrenaline, but Scar had leverage over him, so he could break free.

Zazu's gentle hands balled up into furious fists, "Didn't your mother ever teach you not play with your food?"

Scar never flinched, having smelled the bird enter his cave. A heavy sigh escaped the black lips, as if he is bothering the lion with some trivial information or task, "What do you want hornbill?"

Scar did not expect the sudden pain in his side, nor did he expect a foot pushing him off his prey and onto the ground. He looked up expecting to see Mufasa, Sarab, or maybe Simba, but only Zazu stood there. The hornbill staring at him, almost daring him to retaliate. Never taking his eyes off of Scar, Zazu helped the antelope to his feet. "Find Sarab, he'll take you home." The antelope looked at Scar, then back to Zazu, not having enough gumption to thank him. He turns and ran towards Pride Rock, ignoring his sore, beaten, and bleeding body.

Zazu shook his head, trying to clear it of the scent of male musk, blood, sweat, and semen. Scar stood up, dusting himself off, his cock still hard and ready for more action. "That was a bad move birdie."

Fear gripped Zazu's spine, but the bird calmed the fire of panic and smothered it under focus. "Now Scar...Mufasa is coming. Don't do anything you'll regret."

"Oh trust me Zazu." The older lion surprises Zazu by clearing the distance between them with one great leap. Zazu grunted as his back hit the wall, but strangely one of Scar's paws stopped his head from hitting the wall. He tried to push Scar away, but his hands were stuck, he looked up and found that his arms are pinned above his head by a single strong hand. This position was uncomfortable, but what made it even more so was that Zazu could feel Scar's erect member poking his belly. The thought of Scar forcing himself into him...it filled him with dread and nausea. He also knew that in his current predicament there is hardly anything he can do to stop it. Bringing his gaze back down, he came face to face with Scar, "You're the only one that's going to regret being here."

Grabbing one of the lithe feathered legs and lifting it up, he gave himself access to the bird's tight tail hole. Zazu stopped struggling; admitting to himself that this will happen and braced himself against the pain he knew was coming. But just when Scar was ready to slam the bird butt with his still rock hard and dripping cock, "Scar..." Scar's brow furrowed and Zazu wondered if Mufasa's mere presence would be enough to stop Scar from fucking him. "...drop him."

To look at these two lions you would not consider them brothers. Mufasa would hold his head high when he walked, Scar would slump with the burden of a heavy mind. Where Mufasa had a soft brown mane, Scar's was as black as his heart had become. Looking into the king's brown eyes made you feel safe and warm, while looking into Scar's emerald eyes only made you feel as if he's planning how to kill or rape you and get away with it. Mufasa's stature was large and humble; Scar was smaller framed, but was every bit as smart as his older brother was strong. Scar breathed out a quick breath of frustration, his eyes flared, and he released the hornbill. Backing away and turning his back on the two intruders. Scar collected himself quickly and walks up to Mufasa. "Well well, if isn't my big brother descending from on high to mingle with the commoners."

There was the Scar that Zazu knew. He had the interesting ability to make every word he said sound condescending. The bird calmed himself, confident in Mufasa's ability to handle his brother, so he decided to sit back and wait for Scar to get what's coming to him.

Mufasa's voice was one of solid purpose, "You know the rules Scar. Why did have that boy against his will?"

"There's more fun to be had when they fight back." Scar's tone was even, as if he thinks there is nothing wrong with what he had been caught doing. "Besides, dear brother, with all of these rules you keep coming up with one or two of them must've slipped my mind."

Mufasa's brow furrowed this time at his little brother's words and callous attitude. This was not the same brother he grew up with...something was wrong with him. And it's this reason that the king had never really punished him, because deep down the older lion wondered if he was the reason Scar turned out this way. So, the occasional fuck fest to smooth things over with the injured clan meant that the clans were happy and Mufasa didn't have to raise a hand against his little brother.

Zazu, however, had had his share of the delinquent's disrespect, "Well as slippery as your mind is Scar, you should keep the rules the king lays down in mind. You can't ju..."

"You know I was going to be king." Scar cut the bird off, growing weary of his mock authority, "At least until that little hairball was born."

Mufasa took a step closer to his brother, anger rising in his heart, "That hairball is my son...and your future king. You will show him the proper respect that he deserves."

Scar gasped in mock surprise, "Oh?!" His expression flattened again, beaten down by his buried rage and jealousy, "Then I shall practice my curtsy." He turned away from the intruders and took a few steps away, knowing full well that this action would anger his big brother.

Once the king's voice was flat and even-tempered, he was trying to give his brother the respect he deserves. But the tone now is one of cornered anger and silent rage, "Don't turn your back on me Scar. We're not done talking about this."

"Have you ever thought, dear brother..." Scar locked eyes with Mufasa over his shoulder, gently swishing his hips in teasing fashion, "...that it is you who shouldn't turn you back on me?"

Zazu was flabbergasted that the insolent lion would even say something that disrespectful. But he had no time for further thoughts, as Mufasa bellowed a mighty roar and charged in front of his little brother, "IS THAT A CHALLENGE?!"

Scar looked frightened for a moment as if he thought Mufasa actually would take his head off. He regained himself quickly however, "Temper, temper, big brother. I wouldn't dream of challenging you to fight."

Zazu scoffed, he had just gotten cheated out of seeing something that he really wanted to see. Not only would he have seen Scar get his smug ass kicked, but he would've seen two hard-bodied lions wrestling and pressing into and against each other...DAMN! "That's a pity...why not?"

Scar turned around completely and looked upon the form of Zazu; although small the hornbill is built very well. Scar sometimes found himself wishing to be able to find the bird alone so he can have his way with him without interruptions. "Well you see Zazu, as far brains go, I got the lions share." He turned back to Mufasa and got right in his face, "But when it comes to...brute strength..." the tone the younger lion brought to his voice was dripping with jealousy and anger, but he made it sound as if the strength that Mufasa possessed was something to be looked down on. Scar flattened his expression again, something he did to make himself seem more pathetic than he actually was, and mixing this with faux depression, "I'm afraid I'm at the shallow end of the gene pool." The devious lion walked away, leaving Mufasa and Zazu to wonder just what was wrong with him.

"What am I going to do with him, Zazu?"

The hornbill tried to think of an honest answer, but decided to lighten the king's mood with humor, "Well, he'd make a very handsome throw rug."

A hearty laugh broke the tension that had been building in the king's heart, "Zazu. Don't say that."

As the two turned and leave Scar's cave, Zazu added, "But just think about sire. Whenever he gets dirty...we can take him out and beat him." More warm laughs and chuckles were heard from the two as they made their way back to Pride Rock. But they don't see Scar when he looked back over his shoulder with an evil smile breaking his handsome face.

**********

Zazu landed gracefully on a rock and watched his king as he walks towards him, gorgeous muscles working in unison to move such a ruggedly good looking body. Being sexy had always come easy for the handsome lion, something Zazu had always been jealous of. "So sire, do you need me for anything else? Or can I go?"

Mufasa looks seductively at the hornbill, "Oh? And just where are you thinking of going?"

His eyes give him away, the slight fluttering of the eyelids, his gaze falling to the ground, all of it told Mufasa the answer to his question, "You know where sire."

"That's the third time this week." Mufasa hugged the bird affectionately, "I am so glad you finally found someone to make you happy, my friend. Go then, have your fun. But I want details when you get back."

A laugh cracked his beak, "I knew you would sire." Zazu turned to take off towards his recent lover's home, feeling the air slide over his still naked body. The cool breeze making it seem like the air is making love to him. It felt so...

"Zazu!"

Pivoting in the air, Zazu eyed his gopher friend, covered in dirt and sweat, and...blood, "What is it?"

"There are hyenas in the Pride Lands."

Mufasa heard the words and springs into action. His voice boomed over the entirety of Pride Rock, "Hunters! Come! We defend our lands! Follow me!"

"Dad! Let me come this time."

"NO SON! It's too dangerous. You stay here."

"But dad...!"

"SIMBA!"

The young lion growled, "Fine...I'll stay here."

"Zazu, find Sarab and keep an eye on this place."

"Right sire." Zazu flew off to find Sarab and help secure Pride Rock's defenses.

With the gopher leading the way, Mufasa and handful of thickly muscled lions cascaded down the face of the rocks they call home and raced to claim the asses of the hyena invaders.

Scar emerged from a shadow covered rock, eyeing the leaving hunters. His emerald eyes scanned the area; the lions that stayed behind are elsewhere. Now that Mufasa was gone, he made his move, "Life really isn't fair is it, boy?"

"Huh? Oh, hey uncle Scar."

"I mean, here you are; young, strong, and eager to prove your worth, and what does the king...you father...do? He makes you stay here."

Simba sat down on the cool rock, imagining himself and his father...side-by-side and giving it to the hyenas. Their canine faces down in the dirt while the two royal lions pound away at their abused tail holes. "You're right, it's not fair. See, if we could just kick them out of their hunting grounds, they won't bother us again."

"Hunting grounds?"

"That shadowy area, near the northern border."

"That's what Mufasa told you was there? Oh, my sweet naïve prince, hyenas can hunt anywhere."

Simba scratched his head, "Why would dad lie about that?"

"Well, he probably didn't want to mention the elephant graveyard. Ooops!"

"The what?! That's what's out there? Cool."

Scar put on his caring face, "No Simba, it is not 'cool'. Hyenas are dangerous and I wouldn't be able to live with myself if something happened to you."

Simba stood and stretched, getting his body ready for the run ahead of him, "They won't mess with me, I'm the king's son."

Scar walked up behind Simba, placing both hands on the young lion's shoulders. Pulling him back into his own body, the young fur and flesh feeling so warm and inviting. Simba felt the hard muscles and scars of a long life under the soft fur of his uncle, "Simba you must promise me you will not go there. Only the bravest lions ever go there."

Simba relaxed into his uncle as the hands on his shoulders began to gently massage the tense muscles, "Well, I'm brave."

"I know that Simba. But you're still too young...in your father's eyes."

Pulling away from Scar's delicate touch, Simba looked him right in his eyes, "I'm going to the elephant graveyard. I'm going to prove to my father that I don't need him to save me."

"Showtime!" Scar's expression became one of concern as he embraced his nephew. His long arms wrapped easily around the smaller frame, ending their journey over his flesh in the small of his back. Simba felt his nipples get hard as they rubbed against the chest of his sexy uncle. The thought of sleeping with his uncle had crossed his mind before and every time it had...he had to admit...it made him hot.

For Scar, the youth's naked flesh felt so delicious and so tempting. He felt the hard nipples rub over his own and got them hard, he finds himself wanting to take the young man right here and now. However, there would be too many witnesses to what he would do afterward. "But Simba, the hyenas are dangerous creatures and I would hate myself if anything happened to my favorite nephew."

"Uh...Scar," Simba said trying to resist the scent of sex that is still emanating from the other male. "I'm your only nephew."

Scar decided to spring the trap, and pressed himself closer into the prince's body, grinding his hips into the naïve lap. As the cocks slid past each other they share a wet and slippery kiss. Simba shuddered as the fluids began to coat his cock. He looked up into the deep green eyes of his uncle, his stunning face framed in black, feeling his resolve falter. Then the older lion leans forward and whispered in the young ear, "Simba, promise me..." another grind of his hips, "Promise me you won't visit that...dreadful...place."

Emphasizing his point when he said 'dreadful' by squeezing both of his tender buttocks, while thrusting their cocks against each other made Simba gasp as pleasure bit into him. "Uh...of course, uncle Scar. I won't go visit."

Scar pulled away, kissing the nephew's cheek, "There's a good lad. Now you run along now. You deserve to have fun in your life before you have to become a king." Simba turned and made his way over to where more of the lions were, "But Simba, your father didn't want me telling you about the elephant graveyard, so let it be our little secret, ok?"

Simba smirked, "Sure thing, uncle Scar." He swished his hips as he walks away, content with giving his uncle a show. For now he could play coy and submit to his father's wishes, but as soon as he told Nalo what was out there...the two of them would go exploring.

**********

Simba climbed down the rocks and smooth dirt incline that made the 'entrance' to Pride Rock. Excitement forced his muscles into a frenzy trying to get to Nalo and leave before something stopped them. His dick twitched at the danger of getting caught, the danger of where they were going, and he just couldn't stop himself from smiling.

"What are you so happy about?"

Nalo's voice sounded excited, but Simba hardly heard him. The other lion only entered the prince's consciousness when he nearly collided with him, "Oh! Nalo, come with me, ok?"

Simba had done this kind of thing before...asked for Nalo's obedience without any further questions or arguments. In fact, it had happened so often that Nalo had learned to just go with it, "Uh...sure." The two started walking, hoping to get out of ear shot as quickly as possible.

"Where are you boys off to in such a hurry?"

DAMN! No such luck. Simba turned to see Sarab, looking down on the two of them with a smug smirk on his face. "Uh...we were just gonna go stretch our legs." Simba got an idea, and ran his hand tenderly down Nalo's spine. The touch brought twinkles of pleasure as the hand traversed through his fur. Nalo arched his back against the touch, wanting Simba's hand to explore all of his body. "...and maybe more."

Sarab's smug smirk turned into a knowing smile, "I see. You boys have fun then."

He watched them leave, wishing that he could take his son's words at face value, "Zazu?"

"Yes?" Zazu asked even though he knew exactly what Sarab was going to ask.

"I want you to follow Simba & Nalo and make sure they don't get into too much trouble."

The safety of Pride Rock and all who call it home was the hornbill's number one priority. So, even though he knew the question was going to be asked, it still took him by surprise that Sarab had even asked it. "I...I can't leave now, we still need to fortify our defenses..."

"The hyenas won't get this far. They never do." He glanced back at the bird over his shoulder, "Go look after my son, but make sure he doesn't see you."

The tone of the words made it clear that Zazu would never win this argument. He submitted to the lion's authority, "Yes sir, of course sir." He took off after the two miscreants who liked to find ways to skirt the laws of these lands. They would intentionally get caught by other clans so they could be 'punished', they would finds ways to get other people 'punished' so they could watch, and worst of all they would sometimes double team the hornbill when they felt like he was riding them too hard. The thought of being in such a situation makes his dick twitch, which begins to cloud his mind...yes he would have to let those young upstarts catch him again sometime soon.

**********

Simba and Nalo had made good time. The elephant graveyard was in sight and they had barely broken a sweat. The dusty landscape seemed to be joyously inviting them blindly into its perils and pitfalls. "Whoa, this place looks so old."

"O...o...ok, we've seen it. Can we go home now?" Nalo asked with quiet fear evident in his voice.

Simba walked over to him and wrapped an arm around his waist, resting it on his friend's hip, "Nalo we just got here. Relax, I just want to explore a little more and then we can go, ok?"

Nalo tried his best to calm his trepidations, but it seemed useless as he could only muzzle their cries. The naked and sun bleached bones casted murky shadows even under the midday sun. Nalo watched Simba take a few steps forward and focused on the tight muscles flexing with his strides. He moved behind his friend, wanting to explore but not being able to shake the feeling that they were being watched. Stopping in a small clearing with mountains of bones surrounding them, they wiped the minute sweat from their brow. "Heh, I wonder why we aren't allowed to come here. The only things that are here are old bones."

"And something else..."

The two lions looked up, fear gripping their hearts. They didn't recognize the voice, but they knew it was a lion from the Pride Lands that they would be in trouble for coming here. However, their grumblings about getting in trouble soon crashed into full on panic when they caught sight of the speaker. There...on the summit of the largest bone mountain are three hyenas; one with bangs of black hair that draped over his eyes, one with black fur sloping over half of his face, one with a ragged scar on the right side of his neck with no fur. The hyenas are known scavengers and had to be driven out of the Pride Lands in order to maintain the balance that exists there today. These specific hyenas were well known for challenging that exile and were now staring at the two of them as if they were a sick and wounded animal.

"...what is it Banzai?" The hyena with stringy bangs in front of his eyes asked, a dark purple tongue runs across snow white teeth.

"If I had to guess, Shenzu," said the one with half his face shrouded in black. "I'd say that we have us some...intruders. What do you think Ed?"

The third hyena, the one with the scar on his neck, giggled maniacally, the giggles sending shivers of panic and fear running down the feline spines. The hyenas made it to the ground and shake their dark gray fur loose, stretching their muscles and getting ready for a chase or a quick fuck.

Shenzu asked, genuinely curious, "Do you know what we do to trespassers, boys?"

"Well you won't be touching either of them." All eyes turned and saw Zazu land a few inches in front of the lions, standing and staring defiantly at their spotted tormentors. "It was a simple navigational error on our parts. We had no intention of invading your land. We'll be going now."

Zazu turned and started walking, pushing the lions trying to get them to run away, but something unexpected stopped his movements. He turned and saw Shenzu's foot on his tail feathers, "You've already committed the crime, bird brain. Besides, I know who you are..." That one sentence tensed all the hornbill's muscles as panic seized his heart. "...so I'm afraid you just can't walk out of here."

"Uh...I...that is..." Simba and Nalo suddenly became very afraid. They had never seen Zazu so spooked and the fact that he was so lost for words meant they had no chance of a peaceful resolution. These hyenas wanted what...to intimidate them...to scare them...to kill them? Well the last thing Simba would let happen to his friends would be to get killed by these mangy flea bags.

Shenzu was so focused on Zazu, so caught up in his own ego, he never expected these victims to fight back. Simba slammed in Shenzu's side, throwing him into the clearing. The other hyenas were just as shocked as they see the lions and the hornbill get ready for a fight.

"You ok banana beak?" Simba asked, dividing his attention between his foes and the hornbill.

"I...I...yes! Yes. I'm fine. I always thought I could handle these kinds of situations without violence."

Nalo put a hand on the bird's back, "Look at it this way Zazu, we might get to have our way with these mongrels."

Shenzu got up, rubbing his side trying to make the throbbing go down. "Mongrels, huh? You lions think so fucking highly of yourselves."

A light chuckle broke the tension inside the bird's frantic mind and the thought of forcing Shenzu to take his shaft blasted away the rest of his panic. "Alright then boys, let's fight."

Shenzu charged toward the group eyeing Zazu, but at the last second, he turned and tackled Simba. The impact against the ground, made his vision blur for a moment. When he came to, he saw Shenzu smiling down on him, "I love it when you lions get caught off guard." Simba tried to push Shenzu off, but his arms don't move. He looked up and saw a thin rope made from animal hide tied around his wrists and then secured to a large unmoving elephant skull. He looked back into those cold brown eyes, "Let me go."

"Why would I do that? It's much easier to eat something that can't fight back." The grin on the canine face made the blood in Simba's veins run cold. The eyes, holding no more sympathy, seemed to glitter with fond anticipation as the hyena imagined himself tearing into the young lion's supple flesh. Yes, indeed the toned and elegant muscles were highlighted by the golden hue and outlined by soft skin and fur. As the lion struggled against his bonds, Shenzu was treated to a show as the muscles danced before him. Each pull, each clench, each movement just drove the hyena deeper into his lustful frenzy, wanting to taste the flesh, to feel the muscles fight against him. The eyes continued drinking in the struggling form and then settled on the half-erect member and swollen balls. A more malicious smile crept over the face looking down on him and now Simba stops moving altogether. "You know, it would be a real shame to just eat you. So maybe I'll play with you first."

Summoning what courage he could find, he glared at Shenzu trying to make his voice and expression as intimidating as he can, "Let me go. Right now, dog."

"Or what?" Shenzu asked as he reached his hand up and seized Simba's swollen balls. As he gently rolled them over his soft hands Simba's body began to betray his mind's protest and his cock twitched and started to grow. Shenzu noticed, "Look at what we have here." As the cock got bigger, the malice of the hyena showed and he squeezed the testicles harshly. Simba screamed out in sudden pain, but quickly after the pain started Shenzu began to gently stroke the lion's cock. His mind reeled, stuck between gentle pleasures and harsh pains. "You gonna cum for me, you slut?" Simba grunted as he tried to hold himself back, not wanting to give this asshole the satisfaction. Wanting to find something to distract him from the abuse of his cock and balls, he looked around and saw Nalo pinned on his stomach with Ed sitting on his back while the loose necked hyena rimmed him. Zazu was on his back with Banzai driving his hips into his face and shoving his cock down the bird's throat.

Soon moans and grunts filled the bone yard. "You like that, boy?" Shenzu asked, while giving another agonizingly long squeeze of his soft balls followed by a short rub of his cock. This was too much for Simba to handle, but still he fought against the sensation trying to overpower his brain. Simba shuddered as pleasure wiggles its way around his body as Shenzu's hand rubbed over the sensitive flesh. Each caress of his cock, no matter how brief, coaxed more and more pre out him and over the fingers. Smiling even more at the sight of the squirming lion's face, Shenzu began to vigorously masturbate the lion, while still occastionally squeezing his orbs. Simba resisted all he could, but then feels the hyena's lips on his left nipple, sucking and nipping lightly on the nub of sensitive flesh. Simba gasped as the pressure builds, the hyenas hands feel like he's fucking velvet.

Nalo squirmed under the full weight of the largest of the hyenas. Ed's tongue slithered over the mounds of Nalo's rump. As he does this, Ed bucked his hips and rubs his erect member up & down the rungs of Nalo's spine. These rough sensations only drove him faster as he plunged his tongue deep into the pucker, licking every where his tongue could reach. A whimper escaped Nalo's lips, but then he stopped squirming as he began to enjoy the feel of the odd hyena licking his hole. When the tongue backed out, he whimpered in disappointment, but when three fingers were forced into him he yelped in pained surprise.

Ed chuckled and cackled reveling in his position on top of the sexy young lion. He had no thoughts of mercy or malice, only what he wanted to do to his victim mattered to him. Another yelp was shot from the throat of his victim when a soft hand collided harshly with the soft buttock. Nalo had been spanked before, but not in a sexual way. The stinging he felt in his rump was painful at first but it subsided. Then another...SMACK...and another...SMACK...the muscles in his butt were thumping in response to the impacts. Because he was lying on his stomach, he couldn't see when the impacts were coming, so he couldn't prepare himself for the hits. He could only yelp as the hand struck him and the fingers moved inside of him, rubbing his prostate.

Zazu heard Nalo yelping and it made him harder...he didn't why, it just did. Banzai dropped his hips downward into the hornbill, driving his dripping meat down his throat.

The thickness of the cock made it hard for Zazu to breath, but the hyena pulled out only long enough for him to take a breath. Then the slick cock worms it way back down his beak with another forceful thrust of the hips. The musky scents emanating from Banzai's balls and ass were intoxicating. The scent of the hyena's musk was driving Zazu to want to taste his aggressor. Banzai moaned loudly as his willing victim deep throated him, while he lightly jerked the bird off. The strokes were only long and hard enough to keep the bird going out of lustful hope of getting more. The hyena had an impressive member Zazu thought as he licked at the shaft and sucked against the flesh. A sudden jolt of pleasure surged through the avian body as Banzai squeezed the base of his cock to reward him for a good job.

Realizing his hands were free, Zazu put them into action immediately. One hand reached around one the toned thighs and smacks the butt cheek it finds there. Banzai jumped at the sudden impact, letting go of the avian cock. Zazu's other hand grabbed his own cock and furiously starts pumping. Banzai smirked, "You wanna go fast, huh? Ok...we can go fast." Zazu was wondering what he meant by that when suddenly he felt the cock get pulled from his beak. Banzai rolled the bird over with no protest, and mounted him, having been sufficiently lubed up by the suck off. Zazu screamed as he was forced to take the cock, inch by lovely inch the torture of being opened and stretched was the only thing that greeted his senses. Soon, however, the pain dulled and faded but never really went away. It was replaced by the pleasures of pressure and friction and force. Banzai fervently pounded the bird's butt, "You like this, don't you?" Zazu grunted and moaned in response, "You're a slutty little bird." Then Banzai did something completely unexpected for a hyena, he started tenderly scratching the bird's back, making Zazu feel tiny tingles of pleasure webbing over his body.

Simba, Nalo, and even Zazu were now totally lost in the pleasures they were getting from the hyenas. None of them saw a great looming figure overhead, a proud and broad specimen. The stroking, spanking, fucking, grunting, and moaning continue until...

ROAR!!

All twelve eyes looked up in shock, and there standing in all of his primal glory is Mufasa. He leapt down from the giant skull and landed with a forceful impact that his large and powerful frame took all too easy. He charged the group, knocking the hyenas off the others. Zazu felt the cock get ripped out of him and he grunted in frustration. He stood up, helped Nalo to his feet and turned to the hyenas.

Mufasa spoke, while helping Simba untie the rope and get to his feet, "I suppose if I banish you three again...you'll just ignore it. So, I'll leave it here...if I catch any of you fucking my son or his friends again...I'll kill you." He turned around and faced Zazu, "Come on, let's get them home."

Shenzu growled at the blatant disrespect this son-of-a-bitch lion is showing him. "Who do you think you are?" Mufasa turned, glaring at the leader of these pathetic scavengers. "You invade our lands...interrupt our fun...and then you think you can just walk away?"

Mufasa chuckled, like a man looking down on an ant that dreams of crushing him. He stopped only when he was standing directly in front of Shenzu, "Leave my sight hyena, before I decide to punish you your way."

Not wanting to look weak in front of his boys, Shenzu defiantly glared back at the taller, bigger, and very hung lion, "I'd like to see you try."

Smirking, the lion king replied, "Ok then." Before Shenzu could even react to the words, giant hands were on his body. The hyena was shoved backwards, Mufasa moved to follow him and pushed Banzai and Ed behind him to be dealt with by the others. Shenzu hit the ground on his side; the bigger lion easily closed the distance. He kept his eyes on his target, feeling his full balls hitting his thighs with each stride. His dick came to life as well, growing out from his thick sheath, already dripping pre at the thought of screwing more hyenas. Shenzu eyed the large member with both lust and anger; he knew there was no way that he could fight Mufasa one-on-one. So, he resolved himself to the fact that he will be getting fucked, but maybe he can still control the situation.

Shenzu quickly rolled onto his hands and knees, feeling the strong hands as they secured his hips. The thick dripping cock touched one of the hyena's butt cheeks then the other, finally being placed at the hole in front of him. Shenzu gritted his teeth, he knew the king was big and that girth was going to hurt. A moment pasted and nothing. Slowly he opened his eyes and heard Mufasa take in a great volume of air. The air seemed to canalize his energies and the lion pushed forward, the engorged head of his royal member entering the hyena. Shenzu gasped at the size of the cock being driven into his bowels. Wafting off the king was the scent of other hyenas and of sex. "You're...ahh...gonna pay...fo...for this!"

Mufasa pushed another few inches of his meat forward, leaning down towards Shenzu's twitching ear, "You hyenas are all the same. You think that you're entitled to anything you want, as long as you can get away with taking it." When Shenzu felt the smooth heavy balls of the king, he knew he had taken his whole shaft...now the real fun would begin. Mufasa took hold of Shenzu's shoulders and pulls his hips back, feeling the warm inner walls clenching and trying to push his mighty manhood out. However his muscles were stronger and he stayed inside the moving velvet. Shenzu grunts in frustration, but it only made Mufasa want to fuck him even more. The cock rocketed back into the hyena and sent tremors sliding all over his body with the impact.

The others just watched as Mufasa took Shenzu, each having their own thoughts and lusts clouding their minds. Zazu became aware he was jerking a cock, but he felt no pleasure himself. He looked at his hand and realized that he was stroking Banzai's still hard cock. They caught each other's eyes and instantly shared an unspoken agreement, "Let's finish what we started." And with that thought completed, Zazu laid down on his back and welcomed Banzai's cock within him. The hyena started scratching the hornbill's chest and they got right back into the rhythm they were in before Mufasa had interrupted them.

Nalo looked Ed and sees eyeing Mufasa who is now quickly drilling Shenzu with a handful of his own dick. He nudges Simba and whispers, "What do you think?"

Simba noticed that Ed is furiously pumping his cock. The cock itself is quite impressive, longer and thicker than most hyenas with stripes instead of spots. Simba knows that can only mean one thing; one his parents was a zebra. He smiled not taking his eyes away from Ed's heavy equipment, "Yeah. We can help him with that." Ed saw the two lions advancing towards him and got ready to fight, but then he stopped when he saw Simba kneel in front of him and felt his hands encircle his meat. Nalo knelt behind Ed and told Simba, "Don't be gentle or slow, ok? He likes it rough." Simba looked up at Ed who nodded in response. Without another a moment, Simba started jerking the large cock with reckless abandon. At the same time he started pumping, Nalo started licking. His tongue ran over the mounds of flesh that are Ed's butt cheeks and delighted in the exotic scents that emanated from him. Ed's tongue rolled over the side of his muzzle as his sexual itches were both being scratched by skilled lovers.

Shenzu tries not to give in to the king's advances, but the experienced lion showed his talents. While still pounding the hyena's ass he reached his hands around the hips, but gripped the balls instead of the shaft. His large hand could easily crush the fleshy orbs...but it simply caressed them and rolled over the calloused skin. The rough and soft flesh of the hand tortured Shenzu with shivers of pleasure that rode all the way up his spine. Mufasa's other hand was still gripping the Shenzu's shoulder and kept pulling him harshly back into his forceful thrusts forward. Each thrust rippling through his body and drove him wild...he wanted more. That one thought made it clear to Shenzu that he had lost this particular confrontation. Now, he just let himself enjoy the ride, biting his lip as he another torrent of pleasure washes over him. Mufasa smirked as Shenzu lowers his head in submission. He let go of the hyena's balls and begins to stroke the cock with every one of his forward thrusts. Shenzu screamed out as the pleasure explodes inside of him, he didn't know how to deal with getting so much at one time. His arms buckled and his face plants onto the dusty ground. Mufasa let go of the shoulder and instead used the hand to massage Shenzu's back. The hyena began to moan incoherently as the king continued his fucking, feeling his climax approaching.

Banzai was by having to hold himself up with his arms because if he didn't he fall onto Zazu. His hips were driving his cock deep into the avian, who was moaning loudly. Zazu kisses Banzai's neck, lightly nipping at the flesh with his beak. The pair seemed to want to climax, but they also wanted this feeling of being on the precipice to last as long as they could stand it. Banzai feels the slickness of the pre-soaked bird cock rubbing into his belly with his movements. Zazu tweaks the hyena's nipples, trying to push his lover over his edge. The bodies reacted on instinct, with no hatred, no guilt, no regret...only the pleasure mattered. Banzai kissed the hornbill, his tongue explored the bird's mouth even as his cock abused the bird's rump. Finally, the heat in his body was too much and Banzai moaned into Zazu's throat as he came, filling the hornbill's bowels with hot canine cream. Banzai's hips kept humping as his seed was pumped into Zazu, each push making the bird feel as though his bowels would burst. The full sensation was incredibly satisfying, but when Banzai dragged the tip of his tongue along the roof of the bird's mouth it was too much for him to hold back. His orgasm rocketed through him and his seed exploded in between their bellies, where it ran down the sides of Zazu's shaking body. They held each other...and the kiss...while riding their orgasms into and through one another. When they last of the climaxes were done, Banzai collapses off to the side of Zazu. Both know this lust wouldn't last, but neither of them want to ruin this moment.

Simba was now sucking the hyena off, with the skill and expertise that only experienced lovers have. Ed knew the boy was a slut, but wasn't expecting just how much of a slut he really was. The lion knew exactly what to do and while he didn't know what would push Ed's buttons...he was definitely not a novice. Nalo had his talents to. He had by now spread the large cheeks and was going to town on the tail hole. He licked, sucked, and tongued fucked with no breaks. Needlessly to say, Ed was impressed with both of them. When he felt his orgasm coming, Ed pulled Simba off of his cock and Nalo out of his ass. He shoved Simba to the ground and pinned him under his weight. He motioned for Nalo to come beside him. Nalo obeyed, being driven by lust and not thinking of the danger any more. Simba squirmed under Ed's weight, but wasn't trying to escape...he wanted a better view of what the two were planning. Ed touches Nalo's cock, sending a shiver through his body, then touches Simba's butt. Nalo smirks, "I think he want me to fuck you."

"Well don't disappoint him." Simba said, smiling at the thought of getting fucked by his friend while a horny hyena watches. Nalo positioned himself and sank some of his rock hard cock into Simba. Then Ed slid in next to Nalo and puts his cock at Simba's entrance. Simba gasps as he realizes what Ed had planned...Ed wanted to fuck him WITH Nalo. "Do it..." Nalo looked down at Simba, face contorted in potential discomfort with a mix of need, "...please do it." Without another words both Nalo and Ed pushed forward, their cocks rubbing against each other while inside the warm confines of Simba's rump. For Simba it was incredibly painful with just a sprinkle of pleasure, but the two had their cocks in as far as they would go, they stayed still and let the lion get used to their presence. As he acclimated the pain dulled, but did not completely go away. Ed looked at Nalo and grinned a maniacal grin and Nalo returned a smile, before both of them drew back and humped forward. Simba screamed as it felt as if he'll be split in two by the twin cock slamming in and out of him. He thrashes and twitches, his cock rocking back and forth, hitting thighs and stomachs, spreading his pre all over. Nalo puts his arm around Ed's shoulder and Ed wraps his arm around Nalo's waist, which increases their stability as they hump the trembling lion.

Mufasa surged forward again, grinding his hips against Shenzu's backside before pulling back and pushing forward again. Shenzu was up on his hand pushing himself back onto the royal cock every time it came forward to invade his hole. Force and pleasure rippling over his body, making him dizzy. Shenzu grunted as his climax hit, Mufasa squeezing his cock to cut it off and prolong his climax. Shenzu shuddered as he felt only the pleasure of an orgasm without the release. It burned within his balls, but it felt as if the rest of his body had been struck by lightning...hot and fuzzy sensations roam all over his body. Mufasa finally, let the cock go and Shenzu's pent up seed sprayed out, coating the ground underneath him. Mufasa dipped his down and caught some of the seed on his fingers. He brought the fingers to Shenzu's face and the hyena reluctantly licked his own seed off the waiting hand. Mufasa finally let himself go and his seed flows out of him in what felt like gallons. Shenzu hears an earth shattering roar as the pleasure ensnare the large lion and he continues to dump his copious load within him. When the pleasures and the flow of semen subside, Mufasa stands, cock still dripping, "Now that I have been sated...you and your friends will leave my lands when you are able to...and never return."

"Hang...AHH...on dad. W...we're not...done yet." Simba said through gasps of air and quakes of pleasure. Mufasa turned and saw his son, the prince of the Pride Lands, with two guys pumping him full of slippery man meat. Simba shouted as a wave of pleasure pounded through his chest. His head fluttered as the two cocks ground into him. Nalo grabbed his friend's bobbing meat and started jerking him, while Ed began to play with his nipples. The sensations coursing through his body were too much for Simba to handle and he roared a roar that sounded more like his father's own roar. His seed shot out of his cock, which Nalo had aimed at himself and Ed. The warm sticky cream coated their faces, which they started licking off of one another immediately. Their cocks shuddered inside of Simba before depositing their own loads. The force of both dicks spilling their seeds at the same time made Simba feel as though his insides were being flooded. Some of the cream escaped his ass and smeared the waists, balls, and thighs of the men who were holding their cocks inside of him until their orgasms were over. When all pleasures ebbed into the peaceful buzz of a good afterglow Ed and Nalo removed themselves from Simba's still dripping posterior. Ed stumbled past Mufasa and knelt next to Shenzu, who welcomed his assistance in helping him stand up.

Shenzu spoke, his voice tired, but firm, "Alright, lion, you won this time. We'll leave, but we'll be back. You can't protect yourselves or these lands forever."

Mufasa crossed his arms over his chest, bucking his hips and making semi-erect cock bounce up and hit his abdomen, "Any time you want a good butt fucking...feel free to come back."

The hyenas left and Mufasa turned to see Nalo helping Simba to his feet and Zazu sitting up with a sad look on his face.

Simba walked up to his father trying desperately to think of something to say. When no clear messages made themselves apparent his mouth moved with no idea of what it wanted to say, "Dad, I...I'm..."

"You deliberately disobeyed me!"

"No it wasn't deliberately! I only came out here because..."

"I don't care why you came out here!" Mufasa suddenly looked to Nalo and Zazu. He sighed, he would have to have a talk with his son, but not in front of them, "Come on, let's go home."

The group left never seeing the devious emerald eyes watching the whole event from above. Scar sighed, "Damn that brother of mine. I shall have to take him out of the equation first. But how?" He stood, dick twitching and dripping with his own seed. He looked at the pool of white cream at his feet, tilting his head as if he heard a sound he was unfamiliar with. As if destiny itself whispered into his ear he turned and saw, in the distance, a group of large thickly muscled gnus running across the plains near the bone yard. The thoughts danced inside of his mind to the tune of his brother moaning and screaming while taking cock after cock from those big boys. A smile spread over his face, "You time on top has come to an end my dear brother."

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As day turns to night, the landscape dulled into diluted colors and the clearly defined horizon disappeared, as the ground and sky had become one. Tiny points of white light dot the bleak blackness creating just enough light for the weary travelers to be able to tell where they were going. "Zazu!"

The hornbill was shocked at the anger in the king's voice. Surely he wasn't upset at him, he had done everything he could've done to keep those boys safe. He walks into the king's line of vision, taking a few tentative short breaths before speaking, "Y...yes sire?"

Mufasa noticed the fear in his friend's eyes. His expression instantly softened, "Take Nalo home." A tone of anger colored his words red once more, "I need to teach my son a lesson."

"Uh...of course sire."

As Zazu made his way to the younger lions both Nalo and Simba were afraid of what would happen to the latter. They knew Mufasa would never hurt him, but the fear was still there. Finally, Zazu is standing in front of them, "Come Nalo." He turned to Simba, with an expression that Simba couldn't place...pity...depression...hope? Well whatever it was it made Simba feel worse, as if Zazu knew what was going to happen and didn't know how to break the news. He finally spoke, but Simba instantly wished he hadn't, "Simba..." A big heavy sigh breaks his beak, and weighs down Simba's shoulders and heart, "...good luck." He and Nalo left the two lions and advanced towards Pride Rock, caught between the afterglow of hot sex and feeling sorry for Simba.

Simba swallowed the large lump in his throat, but it didn't help. He still felt his chest tighten; his breaths came in long gulps as if he thought he could float away from this if he had enough air in his lungs.

"Come here, Simba."

_"Easier said than done dad."_He thought as he took his first few steps towards his solemn patriarch. He heart raced as he takes slow careful steps, trying to upset his father any further. After what seemed like miles of walking, he stops next to his father. Simba tries to pick his head up, but the weight of Mufasa disappointment keeps dragging it down.

"I am very disappointed in you, Simba. You could've been killed by those hyenas. And what's worse is that your stunt put Nalo and Zazu in danger as well."

The truth of those words are like a punch to his chest and he began to breath in ragged short bursts. Tears bite at his eyes threatening to reveal his fears and insecurities, "I was just trying to be brave like you, dad. I thought I could handle them."

"Son," Mufasa sighed lightly, he had had this conversation before with his arrogant son, "I'm only brave when I HAVE to be brave. Do you understand?"

With all of raw emotions inside of him Simba didn't know what else to do, so he forces all of them down into the pit of his stomach. He didn't want to show any kind of weakness in front of his father...the king. He feels a pressure building in his chest that threatened to explode, so he held his breath for a moment. Then tears started sliding down the youth's face, his body not having any other outlet for the bottled up emotions. His mind forces him to speak what is in his heart, "I was...I was trying to be brave like you."

Mufasa turned to see Simba trying to fight so hard against his own emotions. He placed a loving hand on his son's shoulder, "Simba, being brave doesn't mean you go looking for trouble. It means..."

Mufasa was cut off by a voice that couldn't have been his son. The voice was angry and filled of hostility that was aimed at Mufasa himself, "But YOU aren't afraid of anything!" Simba caught his voice, instantly regretting his tone and feeling even worse because he can't take it back.

Mufasa let go of the shoulder, letting all of his anger towards his son go. Simba had always been easy to goad into things and as the king he could let certain things slide. But this time Simba had shown him one thing he truly feared, "I was afraid tonight."

Simba looked up, as if someone had told him the greatest secret in the universe, "You were?"

"Yes." Mufasa walked so he and his son are face-to-face, "I thought I might lose you. You my heir, and the next king of these lands. But more importantly, you are my son."

Simba smiled as the scent of both the male's musk was being carried up by the cooling breeze. "Well, I guess even king's get scared sometimes." Mufasa simply nodded. "But you wanna know something else?"

"What?"

"I think those hyenas were more scared."

A deep throaty laugh bellowed out of Mufasa. The tension broke, and he wrapped his arms around his son's waist, pulling him closer to his body. The warm sticky juices had softened and cooled and they had matted their fur. Simba noticed that their cocks were rubbing against each other and he felt a spark ignite in his loins once more. "That's because nobody messes with your dad." Mufasa broke the hug only to sit on the cool ground and lean his against a tree, "Now come here, you."

Simba obeyed his father, not hearing any voices telling how wrong this was, because this is not the first they had shared each other's bodies. When Simba had become of age to start hunting, Sarab had been the one who had taught him the hunting tactics, but Mufasa had taught him how to handle himself sexually. It was his responsibility as the king to teach his heir how to handle himself so when his time comes...he'd be ready. Simba had shown his talents very quickly and Mufasa was very proud of him.

But now, there would be no teaching, the two were high from the intense afterglow of the sex they had with the hyenas. Mufasa watched his son walk towards him, the lean body dancing under the silver moonlight. His large cock twitched and came back to life, ready and willing for more action. The scent of the cool night air seemed to steel their nerves and their cocks as the breeze teased them awake. Simba straddled his father's hips and lowered himself. Large hands reached up and guided the hips to their target. The flared head of his cock entering the still loose tail hole. Simba yelped in surprise, before he repositions himself self so he can sit back on his father's cock.

However, Mufasa suddenly grabs his son's shoulders, flexing his hips upward and spearing his son with his cool hard cock. Simba throws his head back in a gasp as pleasure crackles like electricity through his body. When Simba arched his back, he thrust his chest into his father's face. Mufasa greedily started sucking on his right nipple, lightly nipping at it when Simba didn't moan loud enough. The force of the sucking was so great; Simba thought his nipple would be ripped off his body. The cock surges forward again and Simba whimpers, reveling in the forceful fucking.

"Give it to me dad." Mufasa didn't reply, just continued sucking and fucking Simba. Every thrust from behind pushed him closer to his father's mouth, when he would bite down on the sensitive nub. Simba was in heaven...SMACK!

"Ahh!" Simba yelled out when both his father's hard hands struck his amble butt cheeks. Simba put his hands on his father's chest so he can drive his own hips back onto the massive cock.

"That's it, son. Show me how much you want my cock in your ass." SMACK! Simba grits his teeth against the momentary stab of pain.

"You wanna...ugh...fight dirty huh?" Mufasa only smiled as he watched Simba squirming. Simba dropped his hips back and clenched his anal muscles when he reached the base of his father's dick and kept them tight until he slid up to the head. He repeated this move again & again, effectively milking the cock inside of him.

Mufasa moan loudly, loving when Simba did this too him. Simba was definitely arrogant, but he is starting to learn that his arrogance comes not from inexperience but confidence. Simba leans down and the two lions share a passionate kiss, tongues invading foreign mouths. Simba smiles as he feels Mufasa's hands on his ass, but not in an aggressive way. In fact, his touch was quite soft and tender, caressing the flesh and muscles, even as the ass gobbled his cock. Precum emerging from around his dick and warming his balls and thighs once more. "God I love having cum on my balls!"

Simba would've laughed if his head had been any clearer, but his head had started spinning when he broke the kiss. Riding the electrical pulses of his own approaching orgasm, he instinctively ensnared Mufasa's tender nipples and went about punishing them. He felt alive...REALLY alive...every touch, every moan, every scent, everything about this moment he suddenly felt one thousand times greater. "I'm...go...nna...gonna...CU...!" The orgasm hit him like a rhino going full speed straight at him. He doubles over, crumpling into his father's chest, who reaches his strong arms around his son and holds him firmly. His cock explodes and sends warm sticky cream over both of their bellies and chests; Simba even catches some under his chin. He lets out a final whimper which turns into a moan as the last flare of his orgasm dies out. He looks at his father, his king, "Why didn't you cum?" Mufasa smiled a soothing smile that made Simba instantly think back to some of their other 'training sessions'. During such training sessions, Mufasa was always able to hold himself back until the end, where he would make Simba practice sucking a target off. "Alright dad, you asked for it." Simba stood, relishing in the thick squishing sound his father's cock as it was pulled out of his dripping tail hole.

Simba knelt at Mufasa's feet, staring at the cock that just been inside of him. Without another second's thought, he took the dick into his mouth and started sucking as hard as he could. One hand started playing with the golden furred orbs, heavy with pent-up semen. The youth's other hand slid across the flesh on the back of Mufasa's right thigh.

Mufasa moans, "That's it son. Drink my cock." Another moan escaped as the hand caressing his thigh moved to his butt cheek, groping at what flesh he could grab. The tongue was wrapping around the shaft and rubbing it even as the mouth itself continued roughly sucking against it. Mufasa felt his already on fire body, get napalm dumped on it, when Simba inserted a finger into his ass. He wiggled as the pleasures danced across his body, Simba amused at his father's response kept going. Mufasa involuntarily gasped, which let Simba know he was close. So the younger lion threw it into overdrive. He slammed a second, then a third, then a fourth finger into his father's ass in quick succession. Mufasa grunted at the invasion and the stretching, but screamed out loud when Simba slowly drags his rough tongue from the base of his dick all the way to the tip. At this point all he need was a small push...and a small push he got when Simba lightly squeezed Mufasa's balls. Mufasa had expected the boy to let of his cock so he can spray his load, but to his amazement...and arousal...Simba kept sucking. Mufasa climax erupted forth and was drank down by Simba's voracious maw. The sensation of his cream being ripped out of dick was incredible; he had never had that done to him. He screams again as a second wave from his orgasm hits him in square in the chest. Simba continued to drink the spunk as it was shot out, still roughly finger fucking his dad, while squeezing his balls, wanting every drop of what Mufasa had to offer him. The elder lion squirms and roars and moans as his orgasm washes over him.

When no more cream came forth, Simba removed his lips from his father's cock, crawling into his arms and staring up at the night sky. Simba asked, suddenly feeling timid as though he were a child again, "Hey dad?" Mufasa turns to look at his son, "What is it, Simba?"

"We're pals right?"

Mufasa kisses his son's forehead, smiling proudly, "Right."

Simba brightens up a little, "And you'll be here with me, right?"

The smile darkens into a solemn frown, "Simba...let me tell you something my father told me, ok?"

Sadness pierced his heart and fear assassinated his happy and warm feeling, "Ok..."

"Look at the stars." Mufasa held his voice until Simba peered up at the twinkling spheres of light, "All the kings of the past are up there watching us, protecting us. They're all voyeurs, you know?"

"You're saying that you're going to be up there watching me when I'm king?"

Mufasa released Simba and stood, "Yes, so you better have lots of sex and give me something good to watch."

Simba chuckled and stood himself, "You bet. We should head to back home now."

Mufasa puts both his hands behind his head, content with all that has happened, "Indeed we should." The two lions started walking the smooth dark plains, the silver moonlight playing across their naked flesh. Laughs broke the silence and the two men who had just enjoyed each other's body...were now simply enjoying each other's company.

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A few miles away three familiar hyenas enter a cave they used to secretly move underneath the Pride Lands. The cavern was bathed in an eerie green light by sulfur vents, which create an environment that most would find terrifying or at least discomforting. The hyenas, however, know this place as home.

"I hate that Mufasa!" Shenzu laid on his stomach, the colder rock sucking in the heat from his body. "I won't be able to sit for a week."

Ed chuckled, he had gotten his and he was happy about that.

Shenzu growls, "It's not funny Ed!"

Laughter exploded out of the non-speaking hyena, it was funny to him. The leader of their little group, someone so macho and strong, submitting to nothing more than a hard fucking. It WAS funny.

Shenzu jumped up and started wrestling with Ed. Banzai just snickered as he watched them. "No...wait." The two hyenas stopped wrestling and both Banzai and Shenzu saw that Ed was biting at his own leg. A few moments later, Ed realized what he was doing to himself and releases his jaws. Shenzu growled, "You see? This is why we're still dangling on the bottom of the food chain."

Banzai's stomach growled, "Ohh...I hate dangling."

Shenzu, ever the instigator, said, with much disdain in his voice, "You know fellas, if it weren't for those lions we'd be running this joint."

Banzai crossed his arms over his chest, having heard all of these words before. But his mind will not go of his anger, "Man! I hate those lions!"

Shenzu and Banzai had done talked like this before, and it helped them deal with their anger. The two made jokes and laughed behind the lion's backs, which helped them remain a nuisance rather than a significant threat. "They're so pushy."

"So hairy." Banzai smiled, the buzz of a good times to be had rising within him.

"So stinky."

"And man, are they..." The two vocal hyenas draped their arms over the other's shoulders, and both speak at the same time, "...UG-LY." All three hyenas started cackling and carrying on, even as an unseen creature peers down from a high ledge above. "Oh come now pretties, surely you don't think all lions are that bad."

The hyenas spiked up into attacks positions, but then shrank back down to their normal selves when they saw who the visitor was. "Oh man, it's just you Scar."

Shenzu scoffed, "Yeah, we gonna tear whoever it was apart until we saw you."

"Lucky me." Scar said without a hint of fear, as if he talking to children threatening to hit their father.

Banzai perked up and said, "Yeah, you're one of us. You know that, you're our pal."

"Charmed."

"You know I like that." Shenzu spoke, trying to stay on Scar's good side. "He's not king, but he's still so proper. He really makes it easy to be friends with him."

Banzai's stomach growled again and his mind was refocused, "Hey, Scar did you bring us anything to eat? Old buddy, old pal...?"

Scar eyed them impersonally for a moment, reveling in their pleading faces. These creatures depend on him for survival...he loves having that kind of power over them. "I don't really think you deserve this." From the rock beside him he pulls up a disembodied zebra leg. Dangling it over the heads of his 'pals', he allowed the scent of blood to drift downward towards them. The hyenas whimpered as the leg dangles out of reach, "I practically gift wrapped those boys for you. And you couldn't even dispose of them properly."

"Well you know," Shenzu said around a mouthful of food, a trait of theirs that Scar despises, "it wasn't like they were alone, Scar." She swallowed, delighting in the meat that now filled his belly, "They had help."

Banzai laughed amused at the thought playing around in his head, "Yeah, what do you want us to do? Kill Mufasa?"

"Of course not...he is still my brother." Scar leapt down the cliff face to the ground beside the hyenas, his small frame easily able to handle such agile maneuvers. "But I have thought of a way to get him out of the picture."

Shenzu asked, knowing Scar and knowing what would come next, "What do you need us to do?"

Scar placed a hand in the small of his back and rubbed gently, "There's a good lad." He leans closer to Shenzu's ear, but doesn't whisper so the other two can hear him, "I want you to steal the gnu shaman's sacred walking stick."

Shenzu shudders under his delicate touch, "Why?"

"Do that first, and then we'll talk." Scar's hand dipped and began massaging the hyena's right butt cheek, which elicited a moan from Shenzu. "Now is the time to show me your loyalties."

Scar released the hyena and walked over to a rock, delighting in the feel of the hyena's hungry eyes on his backside. He sat down on the cool rock feeling warmth encircle him as his arousal grew. Ed came forward first, kneeling in front of the dashing lion. Scar knew that Ed couldn't, or wouldn't, speak but the hyena was very expressive regardless. His eyes gave volumes away about his own arousals and excitement to serve the lion. Ed's eyes seemed to twinkle as Shenzu & Banzai lift the lion's trim legs up, giving the abnormal hyena access to Scar's tail hole. He giggled manically before licking across the pucker.

Scar drew in a sharp breath, feeling a bolt of pleasure shoot up from his ass. "I think he likes it, Banzai. What do you think?"

Banzai chuckled, "Hmm...I think you're right. Ed, do it again."

Ed obeyed and Scar was shocked by another bolt of pleasure. He looked between his legs and saw Ed smiling at him, with a soft, almost unnoticeable, expression of pure desire. Scar smirked at the sight of these normally dominating hyenas acting so submissive, "I'm surrounded by idiots."

"Ha!" Banzai laughed as he grabbed his own cock and started jerking it, stroking and feeling his body respond immediately. Shenzu knelt at Scar's side and began to stroke the fully erect lion cock. His hands could barely grip the whole shaft and had enough length for both his hands to move independently up & down the shaft. Ed saw that Shenzu had started masturbating Scar, so he decided to let his tongue loose. Leaning forward once more, he sniffed at the balls and butt of the magnificent lion. He may be the biggest or strongest, but Scar was smart...he didn't need muscles. Ed's tongue entered the pucker and licked at anything he could touch. Scar was trying his best to control himself, but with a skilled tongue inside of him and skilled hands on his dick...he found it difficult. Banzai lightly pokes Scar's neck with his dripping boner. Scar looked at him and he smirked, licking at the head of the brown-skinned member.

Banzai shivered at the rough tongue and instantly wanted more. Scar nodded him forward and Banzai obeyed, bringing his cock within reach of the feline mouth. Scar swallowed the member into his maw and licked the length and wrapped his long tongue around the shaft. He then bobbed his head up and down the length, keeping his tongue ringed around the shaft.

"Oh...o...oh man. Scar...you are really...ughh...good at this."

Scar begins to play with his nipples as he continues being the center of attention. Ed continued tonguing the lion's prostate, delighting in the taste and sensation of rimming such a hot male. Scar clenched his anal muscles on instinct and Ed chirred at the war he now had to wage against the lion's body. Shenzu looked at Scar as he was busy drinking Banzai's dick, smiling at the thought of seeing Scar cum. That idea drove his hands harder along the sensitive sex rod. Scar had given them so much...done so much for them...so he worked the dick in his hand as if he was getting all the pleasure from doing it.

Scar moans around the dick in his mouth, making Banzai moan from the undulations of the lion's mouth. With two skilled lions working on him, Scar could barely hold himself back. His body screamed for release...begged for it... looked for any reason to drop his climax on top of him. Banzai shuddered and pulled the lion off of his dick, feeling his climax surging forth like a mighty flood. His hand encircled his cock and became a blur as he began to work his own meat.

Scar smiled feeling desire overwhelm him at the anticipation of watching the dripping cock bob back and forth. Another loud and lewd moan from Scar as Ed & Shenzu continued to double team him. Finally, Banzai grunts harshly as his climax buries it wonderful teeth all over his body. His muscles tensed, his breathing slowed, and his dick shot forth it's hidden prize. The white fluid hit Scar right in his face and dribbled down to his chest, pooling there before spreading lazily over his pecs and belly.

As if the three hyenas were acting a one unit, Ed picked up the pace and Shenzu began to twist his hands as they go up and down along the twitching member. Scar squirmed and grunted, reveling in this exquisite torture. Banzai sat down and watched as Scar, normally such a reserved and cool individual, grunted and shook like a junkee as he was teased and prodded. Scar suddenly realized that he felt like he was floating...like the weight of this world and all of his angers melted away and only the pleasures remained.

It was then that the climax ensnared him like a constrictor coiling around him and crushing inward. Wave after wave washed over him and his head swam...lost in a fervent sea of lust and buzzing ecstasy. Shenzu kept his hands going, milking the lion's balls of all his seed. Banzai's semen that was on his chest is greeted by his own semen as it erupts upward from his dick. Shenzu released his death grip on Scar's cock when he noticed the lion was coming down from his high. Ed was still going to town on his succulent posterior and would not stop until HE wanted to.

Scar's breathing returned to normal and he smiled...actually smiled. He looked down and Ed pulls away from Scar's beautiful butt. Sitting up, the lion lets out a final contented sigh. "Thank you, boys. I needed that." He stood, "Now, let's us put our plan into action. For if you three and your pack brothers stick with me, you'll never go hungry or unsatisfied again!"

The three hyenas started cheering, and then more voices rose to join theirs. Scar turned and saw the legions of hyenas that were hiding in the darkness all along. They had seen his body and his pleasures and...luckily...were just as blindly loyal to him as Shenzu, Banzai & Ed. He smiled again, but this smile seemed more like the regular Scar...not so much happiness or contentment but more of a smug satisfaction. Scar turns away to leave and establish his alibi, hearing some of the hyenas cooing while watching his naked body walk away. The first part of his plan was already in motion, now he just had to get the rest of it to follow suit. There was no turning back now, not that he would've abandoned his endeavor even if he could've. He wanted the throne, and he was about to take out two lions with the same gnu.

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