The Lion King

Written by: Dark_Writer

Commissioned by: Hasani

It was still night so that was in their favor. The three hyenas creep silently over the brittle landscape of dead leaves and sticks. The gnus are very formidable opponents when encountered in groups...each one seemingly feeding off the sexual energies of the others. So if these silent creepers needed to fight, they hoped they would only have to fight a few. "Wait, stop." Shenzu ordered, and the other hyenas obeyed. He peeks through a bush and sees the gnus dancing around a great fire; the orange light accenting the curves and muscles of their toned and built bodies. Shenzu shakes the thoughts of getting caught by these strapping naked dancers out of his mind. He turns to Banzai & Ed, "Alright, here's what we're gonna do. Ed, since you can't make a sound yourself, you have a better chance of sneaking into the Okono's hut quietly. Banzai & I will be your distraction, understand?"

Ed looked at the fire for a second, knowing the gnu shaman's hut is behind the bonfire. He returns his gaze to Shenzu, no smile...no laughing...no this was all business now. He nodded his head and waited for any further instructions, careful not to take his eyes off of Shenzu's lips.

"Do you still have the pouch with the 'evidence' in it?"

Ed reaches down by his hip and feels a soft pouch he had made from the remains of animal furs that he had 'found'. He looks back to Shenzu and nods strongly.

"Good. You stay here by this bush and Banzai & I will lead the gnus away from here, ok?"

Another nod.

"Be swift and stay silent."

One final nod.

Ed hunkers down so that none of the large gnus will see him. Shenzu and Banzai make their way around the group and finally end up a decent ways away from Ed. They pop up with Shenzu shouting, "Hey you big dumb muscle boys!" All eyes turned to see two hung hyenas; one bent over so you can see his toned buttocks and his hanging balls and meat, while the other one is looking smug with a handful of his balls, "You boy want some this?" The gnus charge the intruders, their semi-erect cocks hardening as they slap against abs and thighs. Shenzu turns quickly, slapping Banzai's butt, "Time to go."

The two hyenas are fast, but by no means out of danger. Running was their game, but the gnus were stubborn and strong animals and would not give up this chase easily. Ed watches the group of naked warriors leave the area, hoping that when all this is over, he can come back and catch one of these boy off guard. He crept quietly around the collection of tents and huts the gnus uses as their home. He spies one that has elaborate collections of feathers hanging from the door frame. He gave the landscape one final scan and listens for any other deterrent before running, quickly but quietly towards and into the shaman's hut.

The hut was dimly lit by the fire outside, but Ed's eyes quickly adjusted. The hut was lavishly decorated, with silks and furs and ornaments and...what Ed suspected to be...trophies. He doesn't move and lets his eyes roam over the room, wanting to know exactly where he was going to step to limit his time in here to as little as possible. Finally he catches sight of the ornate rod the shaman uses in his ceremonies. He steps lightly and swiftly, fearing that the hut is somehow bobby trapped. When he makes it the magic stick hanging on the wall, Ed realizes that the Gnus had not expected anyone to get this far into their encampment without their knowledge. He smiled in triumph, before gently lifting the stick and turning on his heels, making sure to drop the pieces of rocks he picked up from the gorge earlier onto the large 'bed'. Stepping exactly where he had before limits his contact with the hut even further.

Just as he is about to leave the hut, he hears boisterous laughter as two of the sculpted gnus walk by the entrance. Ed watched them closely, holding his breath and freezing all of his muscles in place. The gnus were just outside the hut now; if they entered it they would surely see him. The males stopped right in front of the doorway, entwining their arms around one another and kissed each other passionately. Ed felt his heart beat faster as he watched the hot gnus work each other's mouths trying to get a rise out of one another. The canine cock peeked out of his sheath as the rush of blood through his body fed it.

"Let's do it in the shaman's bed."

Ed's brain hit the brakes on his body as he listened carefully, trying desperately to put together an escape plan that would not compromise Scar's plan.

"You know we can't do that, Akomo."

"I know that's what makes it so hot."

"Oh?" The smaller of the two gnus, who was still bigger than Ed himself, let go of his larger companion. He turned around in the silvery moonlight, orange flares dancing over him from the still burning fire. He stopped when he had his back to the other one, bending over and grinding his hips backward into Akomo's lap, "Am I not hot enough for you?"

Akomo licked his wide lips, "Of course you are, my love." He encircles his thick arms around the waist of his lover, easily lifting him up and pressing his naked backside against his own nude flesh, "I couldn't ask for a better mate than you, Fren."

Fren enjoyed the feel of the strong muscles pressing him into more strong muscles. He had always liked how Akomo could manhandle him, yet he was still so gentle. "Then let's go back to our hut. At least we can do it there and not get exiled."

A soft sigh of disappointment escapes the large gnu's lips; all the excitement he had felt was just crushed under his lover's caution. But alas, he was right. "Ok, you got it." Akomo started walking toward the hut the two shared, leaving Ed inside who let his breath go and stepped swiftly now. He peered out ever so slowly and saw that the two gnus were walking away; he allows himself a moment to be drawn downward to their flexing and shifting butt cheeks. They were perfect mounds of flesh and muscles, which made the hyena want to stay...but what Scar would do to him for failing in his duties would not compare to what the gnus would do to him for trespassing.

A nearby bush will provide him a quick and covered way out of the gnu's territory, but there is no cover between here and there. So he would have to be qui...wait! A smile crept over his face as adrenaline began to course through him. He picked up a fluffy wrap from the floor beside him and wrapped it around his neck. He grabbed the ceremonial stick and jumped out of the shaman's hut and into the darkened village, stomping on the ground to get the gnu's attention.

Akomo and Fren turned to see what looked like a lion leaving their leader's sacred hut. They also notice with increased anger that the figure is carrying their leader's scared ceremonial magic stick. Akomo shouts, "Lion! Stay there! You have no hope of escaping us."

They see the white of teeth under the darkness that is surrounding the creature's head as it smiled at their threat. A second later, the figure bolted away from the village and onto the plains...rights where the gnus wanted him. The two gnus took off and closed the distance quickly; their long legs and thick leg muscles giving them long and powerful strides. Ed looked over his shoulder and saw the gnus closing in on him. He pushed his body harder than he ever had before, squashing the momentary feeling of panic that rose in his throat.

Akomo reached and almost touched the mane of this criminal lion, but a quick jerk to the left pulled the fur out of his closing hand. Ed needed to get off the plains as soon as possible, but his more agile frame proved to be adequate in assisting his escape. The other gnu came up behind the hyena in lion's clothes. Without thinking, Ed stopped and dropped to his knees; the gnu behind him could not stop in time and collided with him, sending him flipping over Ed's head. He landed with a large thud, the air exploding out of his chest. Akomo turns and tries to tackle the thief, but again his speed was not enough to ensnare his prey.

Ed stood up and extended his arms into the gnu's stomach, where he pivots and deflects the large and excitedly hard gnu's momentum. Akomo could do nothing but watch as he was pushed towards where Fren landed. Fren gasped again as Akomo's massive body was dropped onto his own. "Ghahh!"

Ed smiled, giving the large flexing gnu butt cheeks a good hard slap. "AHH!" The sound and scream echoed throughout the night sky. Akomo started to regain himself, so Ed quickly reached into the pouch and pulls out two small sticks that smelled of bright and beautiful flowers. He stabbed the largest gnu in the same area of his buttock he had slapped. He let out a minute grunt before his body collapsed on top of Fren's.

Fear gripped the gnu's heart, is his lover dead? Was he next? As Ed circled around the unmoving gnu, panic bit into the heart of the still struggling gnu, "No wait! Stop! You will pay for this you son of a..." Ed stabbed the stick in the most convenient spot, then pulled the stick out of the gnu's shoulder. The poison already shutting his nervous system down. This poison would not kill the gnu's; they will simply awaken as if they had fallen asleep. Putting the sticks back into his pouch, he picked up the ceremonial stick and ran off wishing he had more time to stay and play with the unconscious gnu boys. However, Scar's plan required him to be punctual...at least at this point...so maybe there would be time for him to play later.

A few minutes later, Shenzu and Banzai were still recovering from their near capture by the hard bodied gnus. "MAN, that was close," Banzai bellowed as if Shenzu had not been there to experience it with him.

"Where IS Ed?" Shenzu's voice was filled with frustration, those gnus always got him hot and he had to resist the urge to tackle the one that was chasing him the whole way here. He was pent up and agitated, but his voice also spoke of concern for his friend...his pack brother. "He should've been here by now!"

"Relax. Ed's as slippery as they come. He probably found one to have sex with..." They both noticed a figure approaching. They got ready to defend themselves when they both heard a clicking sound ring out from the darkness. The two hyenas relaxed as a third one joined them, the fuzzy cloth now tied around his chest over his left shoulder but under his right armpit, "There you are Ed." Shenzu places hand on the mute hyena's shoulder, allowing himself a moment to note the softness of the cloth. Ed grinned at him as best as he could through his heavy breathing, unveiling the ceremonial stick that he had lifted from the gnu shaman. Shenzu took the stick and smiled, "Nicely done Ed."

The soundless canine sat down and waited for Shenzu to begin asking the questions he knew was coming.

Shenzu knelt in front of him, "Ok, Ed. Did you leave the 'evidence' where you were told?"

Ed nodded as he continues to stabilize his breathing.

Shenzu looked the cloth over once again, noting that it does resemble the look of a lion mane. "Did it work?"

Ed grinned again before nodding in the affirmative.

Banzai lightly punches his pack brother in his shoulder, "You sly dog. Way to go."

Shenzu allowed himself to smile, "Let's not get cocky yet boys. We still have parts to play." Shenzu looks over to a nearby flamingo that had been tied up, "And so do you my friend." We need you to deliver a message to a friend of ours."

The panicked flamingo looked around at the hyenas, "And if I refuse."

Shenzu got down on his hands and knees, his cock kissing the cool ground. The flamingo felt fear sliced into his heart, as if the hyenas had decided to just eat him. He shuddered and Shenzu smiled, as if he was bestowing good news unto a friend of his, "Then me and all of my pack brothers will wipe out you entire species."

Words of anger and hatred bulldozed outward from his soul, but somehow he managed to hold his tongue. He had to weigh helping these monsters against the lives of his species. His head sank, "Fine what's your message."

Shenzu leaned back up and helped the flamingo sit up, where Banzai untied the lanky pink bird. "We wish you to tell Scar of Pride Rock that...the pieces are set. He'll know what it means."

"What does Scar look like?" The bird asked, trying to sooth and stretch his aching muscles.

Banzai chuckled, "You'll know him when you see him."

Shenzu growled, "Don't be stupid, Banzai." He turned to face the flamingo, "He's an older lion, his fur is more brown than gold, he has a scar across his left eye, and he has black mane."

The bird ponders the info and then asked, not wanting to know the answer, "Is someone going to get killed, because of this message?"

Shenzu stood, eyes glaring at the flamingo, "That is none of your concern. Deliver the message by morning."

The bird stood, despising the hyenas as a species, but these particular hyenas hold a special place in his contempt. "How do I know this Scar won't kill me?"

"You don't." Shenzu crossed his arms over his chest, "But if he does kill you...it'll just be you. Have a nice flight." The flamingo, having no other option takes off towards Pride Rock, in search of the lion named Scar. "Okay boys," Shenzu looked in the direction of the gorge, "Let's go help Scar overthrow those damn lions." Banzai cheered and Ed started laughing, before the three ran towards the gorge. By now, that gullible lion should be there and all they had left to do was plant the stick near him and BAM! Shenzu couldn't help but smile at the thought of Simba and Mufasa...the crown prince and king of the lions...finally getting what they deserved.

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"So to answer your previous question, sire, everything is set for Simba to take the throne. Provided that you, yourself, are ready, of course."

Mufasa breathed in the sweet scent of fruit wafting into his nostrils from the bird before him. "I am ready, my friend. These lands have been good to me, but it's time for Simba to take the throne."

Zazu sighed, picturing all of the humiliating and degrading things he's had to do, to and for, Simba. He shudders at the thought of all of the things he might have to do when Simba is king, "It's gonna be sad to you go sire."

"MUFASA! BROTHER!" Scar ran up to the two of them, out of breath with a worried look on his face, "Simba stole the sacred magic stick from Okono and ran into the gorge. The gnus are have said they'll punish him severely for this action."

Mufasa stood, summoning all of his courage and willpower, "Zazu stay here. Come one Scar let's go save my son."

Zazu knew better than to argue with the word of the king. He sat down wishing that he could see the look on Simba's when the big buff gnus descended on him.

Scar and Mufasa charged out towards the gorge. Scar staying behind Mufasa's line of vision, because he couldn't stop himself from smiling.

Meanwhile Simba was sitting where his uncle had told him to sit. His mind was running trying to figure out what this 'present' was. He knew he had to assume the throne soon and the thought of what he had to then was enough. But then Scar did always know how to seduce him in to doing things. So Simba sat and waited for his uncle and father to return. His perk up when he heard a THUMP beside him. Turning expecting to see some big figure looming over him, he looked down and beheld a strange looking stick. He picked it up and found it was heavier than he expected. Drawing the stick closer to his nose he sniffed...the scent was heavy like a rock but had a pinch of flowers to it. It looked carved and had things hanging off of it that had not been sewn by nature. This stick was made by someone and now it was in his hands. "Well, this looks important. I better figure out who this belongs to."

"As if you didn't know already, lion!" Simba looked up and saw an angry wall of meat and muscle advancing toward him in a hurried pace. The big gnu walked with a purpose and that purpose was to make this little lion boy scream. "That stick belongs to our shaman, Okono. And you stole it last night from his hut."

Simba had been accused of many things in his life, but stealing from others was never one of them. "I have no idea what you're talking about gnu! I wasn't in your village last night."

The large gnu never stopped walking, wanting to wrap this smug little bastard around his dick and see how long it would take him to pass out. That thought made him cock twitch and it started growing under the ornate cloth that the gnu's use when they are coming into other clan's territory. "Lies! We have proof a lion was there last night and you stole Okono's ceremonial magic stick. Then ran away from me and Fren like an antelope."

"HEY!" Simba stood up and the stick drops to the ground. "No one calls me an antelope. I am Simba of Pride Rock and your..." Simba's eyes traveled down at the sight of the growing tent the gnu was pitching, "...future king."

Akomo had closed the gap and now just looked down into the stern eyes of the lion, "I just did, boy. You wanna prove me wrong?" A large hand reached down and removed the cloth that covered the large gnu's crotch, his erection standing as strong and proud as the gnu himself. Akomo quickly grabs the string of Simba's loincloth and pulls it off with a single tug.

"Hey!"

"What's wrong? You don't wanna face your punishment?" Akomo's strong arms and hands were on the lion in an instant. Simba tried to resist...to move away...but he was held in place. Akomo's firm hands pressed the unwilling body into his own, warm skin and flesh rubbing and struggling against him...it turned him on. And as much as Simba hated it...he was turned on too. The strong muscles moving and flexing against his body felt great and his dick started to grow.

"Hold him firm, Akomo, but do not hurt the young man." Okono stepped beside the pair, his eyes fierce as he stared at the thief in the thick arms of one of his greatest hunters.

"Let me go! I didn't go anything wrong!"

"You invade our lands? Sneak into my hut? Steal my ceremonial magic stick? And you think you've committed no crime?"Simba struggled against Akomo's grasp so he can look Okono in the face while he is talking to him. He manages to turn his head in his direction, "Someone might have stolen your magic stick, but it wasn't me. My uncle..."

"Then why, young one, did we find hairs from a lion that match your fur and rocks from this quarry in my hut? Do you think me a fool? You want me to believe that someone else took my stick, yet offer no proof and indeed had my stick in your hands." Okono then picks up the stick and examines it to find that nothing is broken or missing. Okono looks at Simba, defiance on his youthful face. "Your lineage will not help you here, lion. You are..."

"...coming home with me." Okono and Akomo turned to see Mufasa and Scar standing there sweating; their chests rising and falling with their breaths. Akomo smiled at Mufasa as he gave Simba a firm squeeze, causing the prince to moan against him. Mufasa growled and stepped forward, but Okono held his hand up, "Careful my friend. These are your laws we are obeying. Any trespassers into our land are ours to deal with as we see fit. And your son seems to me like someone who needs a good butt fucking in order to learn how to respect people's property." Simba suddenly looked shocked as he feels the sheer girth of the cock that is poking up into his belly from his captive.

Mufasa looked to Simba and then back to Okono, "I know my son. He couldn't have done this."

"Where's your proof? You lions say things but offer no proof or logic. He's coming with us." Okono, Akomo, and Simba then depart for the gnus' territory where they will enact Simba's punishment.

Scar saunters up to Mufasa's ear, "Brother, you've heard the stories of what the gnus do to their prisoners. Simba won't be the same afterwards."

"What do you expect me to do?"

"Offer yourself instead." Mufasa turned to look at Scar who has a look of concern on his face as he stared at the struggling prince.

"Okono!" The gnus turned back and saw Mufasa removed his loincloth, his flaccid cock hanging just above his knees. But as the lion walked forward to them, thinking of those big muscled gnus having their way with him, it started to grow. And when he stopped in front of them, his cock was fully hard and standing as firm as Mufasa was in his decision. "Take me instead."

Simba squirmed in Akomo's strong arms even more, "No dad! Don't do it! I can handle them."

Okono licked his lips, "Why would you this?"

Mufasa sighed, "Because I don't want my son to be known as a thief in our lands. A king should never be accused of stealing from his friends."

"Akomo! Release the boy."

Akomo did as he was told and Simba ran to his father, he went to speak, but his father put a finger over his mouth, "I know you didn't steal his magic stick, son. Now please, go home with Scar. I'll be back when they are done with me." Scar grabbed the boy's shoulders and pulled him back...away from his father...and into arms. The shadow of an overhanging rock shrouded the two of them in darkness. Mufasa walked forward where Okono stopped him with a firm hand on the lion's pectorals. The hand rubs the chest as the other gnu untied a rope from around one of his thick thighs and secures the rope around the lion's hands. Mufasa was too big for even Akomo to grab and hold as he had held Simba. Mufasa looked back over his shoulder one last time at his brother and his son before he is led away toward the gnu territory...where he knows the gnus would have their way with him.

All he had to do was get through it, which he felt confident he was going to be able to. The only thing that troubled him was that Simba's ceremony would be upset in that he would no longer be a virgin for his son to claim him and thus the throne of Pride Rock for himself. But he will not give these gnus the satisfaction of seeing him worried or distraught. His head remained high; even as Akomo was pinching and groping his buttocks, licking his lips...staring at him as Mufasa himself would stare at unaware antelope. That thought caused his cock to grow, but his face remained etched in stone, not wanting to give anything away to these brutes...so set in their ways. But Okono had said it right...these were his rules and it was for that reason that he is not resisting on his way to their village.

Back in the gorge, Simba was overcome by guilt at getting his father into trouble. He knew he didn't steal the gnu's magic stick, but couldn't prove it and now his father was going to be punished for a crime that he didn't even commit. It wasn't fair and all he could at this point was feel like shit. He turned into his uncle's chest and sobbed in frustration, Scar tenderly pets the back of his nephew's mane. "Poor Simba, what will Sarab think of you now?"

Taken completely aback by his uncle's words, depression weighed down his brow and dragged the corners of his mouth down with it. "Wha...? I didn't do anything..."

"No you didn't do anything, you just let them take your father to be punished for a crime that YOU were charged with. It is your fault he's gone." Scar just stared after the gnus and Mufasa, letting the younger lion's fear of those words and the paranoia in his mind feed upon itself.

"What are they gonna do to me?"

Scar summoned his fake concern and false love, "I haven't the faintest my dear nephew." He pushed the prince away, looking down on him and making the prince feel as if he was a cub again cornered by a fierce predator, "But if I were you I would run away from this place before they find out what happened."

But what about Pride Rock...it needs a king."

"I will reign until your father returns, and then I will send for you as well." Another fake smile crossed his face again.

Simba felt a large lump form in his throat at the thought of just leaving, but the thought of what the other lions might do to him when they found out he got their king removed from the throne, made him shudder as panic bit into his heart. His body responded to his instincts and he ran away from his uncle...from the gorge...from Pride Rock...and from his father. Tears slid down his face as he ran, trying to forget everything that just happened.

Scar watched with glee and behind him, Shenzu, Banzai, and Ed sauntered up to Scar who smirked when his nose catches whiff of them. To Scar, Mufasa was his brother, but Simba was nothing but an obstacle to overcome. While he had spared Mufasa's life...Simba would not be so lucky. "Kill him." The hyenas raced off towards their prey.

Simba heard the snarls and the growls, and reacted quickly, taking off without even looking behind him. He felt their teeth and claws and mercilessness at the back of his neck, convincing his muscles to carry him faster. The gorge suddenly ended and Simba was forced to climb up a cliff face to escape the murderous hyenas, but they were better at this kind of activity then he was. At the top of the cliff he climbs up onto solid ground, only to be tackled by the three goons.

The hyenas were all erect and dripping, their pre soaking into his fur. He squirmed, but the three hyenas held his muscled body firmly to the ground. In their frenzy they cared not for the lion's comfort...only their own pleasure mattered to them. Banzai straddled his face and shoved his cock into his mouth, pushing it deep down into muzzle. Shenzu pushes the lion's legs up until Banzai could grab them and hold them. With his ass exposed, Shenzu drove his hard cock into the unprepared ass and Simba screamed in pain. Banzai shuddered as he held the lion's mouth closed around his cock, the vibrations feeling great. Ed crawled over Simba's body between the other two hyenas with his ass towards Banzai. Ed swallows the royal cock to the hilt and sucks it with his teeth scraping against the sensitive flesh.

For Simba, the pleasures he was allowed to feel did not outweigh the tortures they were inflicting on him. His body screamed for escape, but he was caught and in their grasp. Ed started bucking his hips in excitement and then Banzai smiled. He let go of the prince's mouth and Simba became aware he was still screaming. Ed felt a familiar hand on his cock and let the hand guide him to the warm envelope of a mouth. Simba realized what was about to happen and wanted to resist, but Banzai's full weight had pinned his arms and he had a hold of his legs...he was totally at their mercy. Ed and Banzai sank their cocks into the mouth and deeper into his throat. He could barely breathe...the only air came in when the two pulled back before they shot back in. His head started spinning and his vision became blurry, not that he could see much around Ed's pelvis.

Shenzu breaths out as he merciless pounds the lion's ass. Savoring the tight passage of the unwilling partner, Shenzu digs his feet into the dirt to get more leverage and put more pressure onto the lion's abused tail hole. They were acting a pack and would not stop...even if they wanted to...until they were finished with him. And as Simba squirmed, forced to take cocks from either side, he knew that when they were done...he would see the end of his life. Ed's tongue worked hard to obtain the treat of the prince's climax. The twin cocks worming their way through his muzzle gave him almost no pleasure, but there it was...literally...at the back of his throat. He drank in their pre and it gave his stretched out throat some reprieve as it made the pieces of meat slide in and out easier.

Shenzu grabs onto the lion's buff thighs and pulls himself closer with every thrust, trying to drive his whole body into the lion's ass. The muscles squeeze around him, trying to expel his trespassing cock. But his cock proved to be mightier than their protest to its invasion as it continued to punish the prince. Each of the three hyenas working him over made short work of the lion's natural stamina and he felt his body tighten as the explosive climax ensnared him. Ed swallowed all the seed as Simba dick erupted with his white hot seed. It tasted sweeter than anything Ed had tasted before, as all the fear the feline was experiencing had made its way into his semen.

Once again the hyenas reacted in unison, all three pulling out of their frightened prey. Ed climbed off to Simba's right and took hold of his leg with his left arm. Hands grabbed dicks and started pumping furiously, wanting to mark their prey before they have their brutal last dance with him. Simba screamed out as loud as he could, but no one came...this really was it. He could only watch as the three thick torpedoes blasted their ammo all over his quaking body. Semen splattered across his face from Ed, his shoulder, chest, and stomach from Banzai, and his back, butt, legs, and crotch from Shenzu. Indeed they had marked him and since they had their, the last thing they could take from him was his life.

But as Ed rode his climax out, his grip on his right leg loosened and the prince decided this was the time to act or he would surely be killed. He jerked his leg forward as hard as he can and struck both Ed and Shenzu in their heads knocking them off and away from him. Banzai barely had time to react as the adrenaline fueled lion struck back. Simba forced his other leg away from the hyena and pressed them to the ground. He flipped backward and landed on Banzai, where the two rolled into the ground with a hard thud. Simba continued to roll and eventually pulled his arms free, where he ran away. Not caring about the globs of seed that were dripping off of his buff body. He wanted to run, to escape this place and not return. Everything had happened so fast there was no time...no room...to think. The hyenas stood glaring at their prey.

"We should we go after him, you know." Banzai stated flatly, as the words didn't have to be spoken. "Finish the job."

Shenzu scoffed, "Look at where he's going. He's as good as dead anyhow." His stomach growled, it had expected a meal that it was now not going to receive, "And if he does come back...then we'll kill him."

Ed grinned, and cackled as he nodded to Shenzu's words. "You hear that?" Banzai yelled to the fleeing prince, "You ever do come back and we'll kill you." The three goons laughed as they walked back towards Scar, feeling on top of their world.

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Mufasa had dignity, even now as he makes his way through the village of gnus, each one eyeing him with lust growing in their eyes. Long thick tongues lick wide lips, cocks twitch and start to expand, hands flex at the thought of holding down such a regal and dominant male. The entire village was abuzz, whispered voices amongst the crowd of hungry eyed gnus made Mufasa feel a pang of fear. He knew the penalty for his son's crime, but actually being here and seeing the hard bodied gnus gearing up for his punishment was completely different than talking about what they would do. He saw some of them stretching their bodies, as if they getting ready for a great battle...and in a way they were.

Akomo untied his hands, but retied them once he lifted them over the king's head. He had secured them to a hook at the top of a pole the gnus had buried in the ground to hold captives. Mufasa tall and big frame had no trouble keeping his feet on the ground. But what troubled him most were the eyes...those ever hungry eyes...staring at his naked form. Unable to cover himself up, all he could was watch as the collective lust grew in the group of horny males around him.

Okono walked through the mob and smiled at his king, "I am sorry that you are here, my king. But we obey the laws that you have created. And because of that...we will show you no mercy. And will treat you just like any other prisoner that trespasses into our land."

Mufasa looks over the crowd once more, seeing needy and lustful faces, He looked back to Okono, "What do I have to look forward to?"

"I'm sorry, Mufasa. But I cannot tell you."He turns to look at his own people and takes a deep breath, as if he is drawing in their lusts. He turns back around to the captive lion and Mufasa finds himself looking at a different person. "Lechin! Bring forth my items."

Try as he might, Mufasa was unable to deduce just what the 'items' were. He heard Lechin walking up behind him and then saw him as he hands Okono a very beautifully decorated bag. The beauty of the bag was lost on the lion, however, as he watches Okono with a mix of fear and lust. Yes the sight of so many growing cocks, bobbing and jerking from side, the scent of man musk in the air, and the prospect of being taken by all these hunky gnus was enough for even Mufasa to begin to get excited.

Okono notices the lion's growing penis and smiled, "It seems your body is betraying you, my king. I don't want you blowing your load prematurely, so..." He reaches into the bag and pulls a shimmering ivory ring decorated with studs of gold, "You'll have to slip this on. Oh...you can't?" Okono walks forward and delicately touches the throbbing meat, "Don't worry, I'll slip it on for you."

The metal was cold and sent sharp shivers up the flexing spine. The gnus whooped and hollered as the lion's muscles flexed under his golden fur. The ring started to get tighter and tighter and Mufasa found himself hoping that the ring didn't cut off his circulation. Okono kept pushing the ring, even with Mufasa shouting at him, until it hit the base of his dick. The lion barely had time to adjust to the tightness around his member, before Okono pulled a jar out of the bag and Lechin stood beside him holding it. The gnu shaman dipped his hands into the jar and removed them. They are now covered in a light violet film and without any words or warning; Okono brought his jelly covered hands to Mufasa's flesh.

First his abdomen was covered and the lion shivered at the chill he felt. The jelly quickly warmed as it settled on top of his skin. The gnu hands found their way down to his ringed member and swelling balls, it felt great and Mufasa moaned as the jelly warmed his cock and balls. Between his thighs the jelly felt like he was sitting on a warm rock. Then Okono stopped, but just long enough to walk around him to his backside.

"What are you doing Okono?"

But the gnu didn't answer, instead he dipped his hands in the jelly and knelt so the lion's ass in right in front of his face. Mufasa suddenly realized what he had planned and started squirming, "No wait...this isn't right."

Akomo stepped up and grabbed the lion's hips and held him still. "Thank you Akomo." The big guy doesn't even hear the shaman's words, he is too busy looking into the angry defiant eyes of the lion that they were about to break. He smiled at Mufasa and Mufasa wanted to rip his face off, but all he could manage to do was move forward towards him. "You want it bad don't you, my king?" Okono then slathered the jelly all over the lion's buttocks, getting in a few gropes here and there. But Mufasa stopped when he felt Okono's fingers at either end of his butt crack. The fingers moved towards each other, drawing the lion's breathing into ragged bursts as the cold then warm sensation took hold of him. When the fingers met, he pulled away from the lion and he thought he was done. Instead, Okono dipped one hand into the jelly again and slid one finger into anal cavity.

Mufasa gasped and squirmed against the intruder, but because of Akomo holding him firm it just let the finger get deeper. The cold sensation made his whole body shiver, but it quickly warmed and he relaxed. Then another finger entered him and he moaned again, not used to the sensations of having his anus stretched. Okono felt the tightness and smiled, pulling his fingers, sure that he had coated his insides enough for the jelly's true effect to take hold. Akomo let the lion go and stood beside him ready to secure him once more if he tried to squirm away. Lechin handed Okono a rag to wipe his hands off and then he discarded the cloth when his hands were clean. The crowd was getting restless and wanted to fuck their captive or watch him get fucked. Okono, however, wanted to prolong their wait all he could. But now he had something to sweeten their appetites...and make their cocks even harder.

"Guess what boys? We have a virgin." All sound stopped and Mufasa felt embarrassed and afraid at what the crowd would do with this information. He just continued to hang there, naked with nothing to hide his shame. Okono turns to Mufasa, "That jelly I spread inside of you...will keep your muscle as tight as they were when I administered it. So, all of my boys could fuck you and you'd still be a tight little virgin."

"What?! You can't...I mean...not all of you."

Okono smiled, "My dear king, I don't partake of anything if even one of my boys goes without." He turns to the crowd of horny gnu males, "Who wants to go first?"The crowd erupted into shouts and raised hands. It was hard for Mufasa to tell just how many men were here, but it was a lot and he was about to take all of them...this would indeed be a long punishment. "You!" Okono had chosen one the smaller more agile gnus, but this guy was still buff, even as Mufasa hung there he had to admire the young boy's body; tall and muscular, but trim and loose. He approached the lion and Akomo took hold of the lion's bound wrists, turning him around so that his ass is facing the advancing gnu.

All gnus had just about the same features; most were tall, all of them had a beautifully muscled physique, and they all had the dull brown fur color that accented every bulging muscle. Mufasa looked at the young gnu over his shoulder he couldn't be very experienced at sex, so this should be easy for him to ride out and wait for the next cock. But then he caught sight of the young gnu's erection and it was a mighty cock; thick and long with pulsing veins that constantly feed the monster and keep him angry and ready. Mufasa turned back and tried to think of a way out, but Akomo's voice suddenly enters his ear, "Hey guess what, lion? He's one of the smallest of us."

Mufasa's eyes snapped open and he looked at Akomo, who was grinning a vindictive kind of grin. The young gnu finally got to the lion and dips a hand into the same jar of jelly and then spreads it over own cock. His shivers turned to shudders as the biting cold turns to joyous warmth. Akomo smiled, "Go on Neroo. Stick it in him good. Make him feel every inch of you."

Egged on by Akomo and the crowd, Neroo positioned his cock at the feline pucker. The fact that he was taking a virgin made him hotter and harder as he starts pushing in. He moved slowly at first, because he wanted this moment to last. Mufasa feels the immense pressure of the large cock pushing against him and he moans in discomfort. The cock was relentless, however, being driven by a man that was caught up in the intense sexual energy of the crowd...he wouldn't stop. Indeed he did not stop as the cock continues spreading the older lion open, forcing moans out of both men. With a sudden rush of pain, the cock sinks in, and Mufasa screams against it. But something happened.

Just as the cold faded to warmth with the jelly...the pain quickly faded as it began to be absorbed into his flesh. Screams bleed into moans as the pleasure worms its way up the feline spine and into his brain. Neroo grabbed onto the hips of his victim and shoved his cock all the way in. The extraordinary tightness of the lion's ass and the sudden incredible feeling of being filled to the brim with cock, made both men gasp and moan as the sensations explode over them. Mufasa leaned his head into Akomo's broad chest, enjoying the feeling of being so completely filled.

Akomo smirked, "You like that, huh? Does that cock in your ass feel good? Great, I want it too. Because when it's my turn inside of you," Akomo gently lifted the lion's face and beheld his contoured face as the lion is violated vigorously, "...you're gonna scream my name to the heavens." The large gnu lays the lion's head back on his chest with care. Neroo pounded away at the lion's ass pre beginning to run out around his dick, which only made a wet slapping sound every time his hips hit Mufasa's butt.

Neroo breathed out around gasps of air, "Oh gods...his ass...it's so...tight." The pleasure was flooding in, fogging his mind and his body acted on its own. His hips pushed back into the young gnu's thrusts forward, which drove the dick deeper into the hot wet hole. The young gnu was unprepared for the move and lost himself in the avalanche that inundated his fragile body. The dick inside his ass spewed forth the gnu's cream, feeling warm and wet as dripped down his legs and the back of his balls. Neroo felt great, but embarrassed that he hadn't lasted as long as he thought he would.

Akomo smiled at him, "Don't worry about it. You'll get have plenty of opportunities to get better."

Grinning Neroo lightly slapped Mufasa's butt cheek, "I know. I just wanted to be in their longer is all." He returned to the crowd, his turn done, content to just this sexy slab of lion get his pounding.

Okono shouts, "One down...so many more to go. Who's next?"

"Brother!" Akomo looks into the crowd and Mufasa tries to as well, but he can't tell where the voice came from. Then a big and burly gnu male walked out from the crowd. This gnu kind of looked like Akomo, "Brother...you want to make a lion sandwich?"

Akomo smirked, "Bromo, back from your hunt and you want to jump right into...jumping the king?"

Bromo looked shocked, "The king?! What has he done?"

"He has done nothing. He's taking the punishment for his son. Join me brother."

Bromo smiled and started jerking his cock to get it inflated. He walked in front of the lion so he could see the large thick cock as it grew to its full girth. The huge cock suddenly came forward and smacked the king in the face. "You like that? Here, have another." The warm thick cock collided with his face again. This was demeaning for the royal lion, but his own hard dick betrayed him...a dick that was straining against the pressures of the cock ring. Akomo pulled the lion up and looked him in the eyes, "I'm going to untie you. If you try to run away from this...I'll catch you and drag you back here anyway. Understand?" Mufasa swallowed his pride...the gnu was right; he was in no condition to try an escape. He nodded to him, "Good boy." Akomo untied the rope and the lion stayed still. Akomo then walked behind him and grabbed his wrists, holding them tight but not painfully.

Bromo approached the shackled lion and lifted his legs up, taking in the scent of sweat and semen and musk emanating from his jelly covered crotch. "I come back from an unsuccessful hunt with blue balls and I'm gifted with being able to fuck the king of these lands. I hope your ass is hungry." He shoved the head of his engorged cock into the slick and wet ass, forcing more of the semen that had been deposited there out around his dick. The seed rolled out and dripped over his firm butt cheeks and finally dropped off onto the ground. Mufasa felt weak as the gnu pounded him without mercy, but he also felt incredibly virile and ready for the action to come. He knows the jelly is to blame...it had a way of affecting whoever it was spread over. Bromo uses the lion's thighs to pull him faster as he thrusts forward, creating very forceful impacts that threw spikes of pleasure over his whole body. Akomo lets Mufasa rest against his thick torso and he takes a step forward, allowing Mufasa to watch the big gnu's brother hammer him without mercy.

The crowd gathered closer as they watched their most skilled hunter take out his sexual frustrations on their king. Licking their lips, stroking their cocks, and rubbing each other's body, the crowd was watching with increasing lust. Mufasa moans out as the cock pokes his prostate with the skill of a true marksman. His own large, bouncing cock obscured most of his view as the thick gnu dick disappeared into the soaked tail hole. Bromo grunts at the tightness, but it was clear that he was having fun battling the lion's body.

"Ahh...pl...please...stop." The king managed to breathe out between deep breaths of glorious air.

Akomo leaned down to his royal ear and laughed, "We haven't even started yet, pussycat. You're in this until all of us have spilled our seed." He laughed again as he stood up. The crowd was gawking, stroking, licking, pinching, rubbing, lusting, and shaking as the pleasure built in their bodies at the show before them and the anticipation of getting their own turn inside of the king.

"You are doing well, my king." Okono spoke, his rock hard cock dripping, "But still have so many of my brother's cocks to take. Try not to relax; it makes it more fun for us." Mufasa looked and the eyes of the wise and intelligent gnu shaman had been replaced with orbs reflecting need and lust and want and desire to take him by force. The same look is etched on every gnu that he can see...he was in their hands now. He growled as a wave of pleasure washed over him, a growl that was ignored as the hard rod plowed into him only interested in its own pleasure now. He had quickly become a toy that these strong bodied and large cocked men wanted to use for their own enjoyment. He begins to shake as the pleasure comes to a boil in his body and he was sure he would've cum if not for the cock ring.

Mufasa closed his eyes trying to will himself to cum, but try as he might his mind was not strong enough to break the ring. He heard more voices closing around him now and opened his eyes to see three gnus on either side of him, each one stroking their already wet cocks. Even as Bromo continued to rock his body, the gnus jerked themselves off. Mufasa tried to squash a gigantic surge of pleasure, but it was useless as he leans up further and opens his mouth in a lewd moan. He was still resistant to this things, but all he could do was ride out his punishment. His balls began to ache as he was unable to reach a full climax. Bromo casually let go of one of his legs and braced himself on his hips as he glides into the soaked and stretched ass with little resistance.

Mufasa leans back into the heavy chest of Akomo, the big gnu grinning down on the lion quivering in his hands. The gnus off to his sides shouted as they shot their load all over the lion's body. Mufasa felt warm all over as their sticky creams landed on his face, some even dripping into his mouth. He drank down the seed without thinking, tasting the salty sweetness. His fur was matted down now, a mix of sweat and semen clumping it together on his body. The flow of the warm seed kept coming from those hard dicks as their balls were quite full. The lion happily accepted their gift and even started clenching his ass around Bromo's dick. The gnu moaned and gasped as the lion began instinctively milking him, which felt great, but he wasn't very good at it.

Still, Bromo was finding it more and more difficult to hold himself back against the lion's anal assault. The seed finally stops falling on him, but he takes no mind to it. Bromo grabs Mufasa's hips and screams out as his climax rockets through him and into the royal bowels. Mufasa had never felt the swelling sensation in his gut before, and he continued to flex his anal muscles wanting as much of the gnu's seed in him as he could take. The seed spurts out and coats Bromo's pelvis and legs and Mufasa's butt and crotch. Bromo pulls out and the last of his seed dropped from his dick onto Mufasa's swollen cock, like a kiss shared between lovers. Mufasa was laid on his back, staring up at the sky, wondering what these devious hunks had in store for him next. His answer came when seven more gnu surrounded him.

Akomo grinned, "Gentlemen, let us shower our guest to make him feel welcome." The gnus instantly started going to town on their own cocks. And Mufasa looked up at the display, huge cocks with large hands traversing over their flesh in order to get off and shoot their loads over him. This was their punishment? Mufasa felt confident now that he would be able to survive this punishment. Akomo suddenly switches position with the gnu at the lion's feet. Mufasa looked up and began to ask why, but Akomo interrupted, "Don't talk. You'll find out."

Mufasa tried to relax, but these gnu have already proven themselves to be clever when it comes to sexual punishments...so what had they in mind now? He watched as the eight gnus jerked themselves, and then suddenly moved their hands over toward the cock to their left. The moans got louder and more guttural as the hands moved along the flesh, some squeezing, some rubbing over the head, and still some kneading the rods as they slid up and down on them. These eight studs were having the time of lives jerking each other's cock in an effort to cover their captive in cum. Mufasa sat up to get a closer look, but the booming voice rang out again, "Lay down, prisoner!" The lion didn't move, testing his captors. Arms reached towards him from between the legs of the men standing behind him and pulled him down more hands came out and seized his hands and feet. He struggled against them, eyes pleading for release.

Akomo smiled at the once proud king who now acted so scared, it excited him...the fear in other men. He was a hunter and he looked for men that were afraid of him to conquer. It gave him such an incredible high to take what he wanted from their bodies as they are screaming and begging for help or mercy. He was never overtly violent or brutal, but he did use force and liked overpowering his targets. Now the king of the Pride Lands was laying before him; hard, naked, and begging for release. He felt the familiar rising in his pelvis and tightness in his balls. Mufasa could only watch as he saw the seven other men show signs that their climaxes were fast approaching also. Fluttering eyes, twitching shoulders, and shifting legs all gave them away, but in his current position there was not much the lion could do. Then two more hands reach down and ensnared his mouth, forcing it open and holding it there. The eight hard males cried to the heavens and emptied their entire volume over the resistant feline. Despite his movements, the rain of semen caught his mouth and he had to swallow it as more and more followed suit. Nowhere on his body was safe from the flood; his face, his chest, his abs, his crotch, and his legs were all covered in their sticky cream.

The hands that had bound him now released him and he stayed there for a second, listening to his own breathing and their laughs and snickers. What right had they to do this to him...he was the king of these lands. These creatures were his subjects and as such they should be...they...should be...naked...hung...muscled. Mufasa shakes his head, trying to clear his mental vision. But there they were again, the tall, naked, and hung men that had violated him...yeah they violated him so sweetly. NO! He wanted out of this place; he tried to get to feet. He stood on shaky legs, and then collapsed on his back again.

"It's the jelly, my king." He turned to see Okono walking towards him, his cock swinging and bouncing with every sturdy step. "You will belong to us soon enough. But first you must take in more seed." Okono stood up and walked confidently over to the area he had been standing in order to watch this display of sexual dominance. "Have at him, my brothers."

The words had no sooner stopped than the gnus were on him. Hands groping for any flesh they could find, tongues found their way to his flesh, and cocks sank into him in a lewd show of force. He lost himself in this mound of skin, muscle, and bone. He tried to scream as three dicks were shoved up his ass, but more dicks sank into his mouth. He was forced open at each end and groped, pinched, spanked and stroked by everyone else. One intrepid gnu braved the storm of hands gripping the lion's body in order to suck the dick into his maw and pleasure the pent up and quaking cock.

'This was it.' Mufasa thought to himself, 'This is the punishment. Everything else was just passing time for the jelly effect.' He screamed around the two dicks as the three in his ass did not take turns and rocketed into him all at once. Pain and pleasure collide in his mind as he shook within the pile of horny gnu males. Every fuck, every suck, every grope, everything these men did to him gave him at least some pleasure, which only increased the pain in his own dick as the cock ring disallowed him any kind of release. He growls in frustration and arches his back as he feels something run through him that might have been an orgasm, but it felt infinitely diluted. He had climaxed with the climax...this really was torture...and he didn't want any more of it. He wishes he was anywhere else, but at the back of his mind, with growing notice, was the idea that wherever he went...he did not want to be too far away from these guys.

Bromo, walked over to the shaman, "So, how long are we gonna keep him here?"

Okono wrapped a hand around the head of the other gnu's cock, gently rubbing his thumb over the broad head. "He will stay here as long as they are watching."

Bromo gasped at the feel of the cold hand on his hot cock, "Who's watching us?"

Okono sighed, "Over my shoulder, on the hill overlooking our village."

Bromo looked where he was directed and saw three figures on the hill, each one a ripped and erect crocodile. Each crocodile was a warrior of the highest order, marked by their collars of shimmering gold. They notice the two looking at them and pick up their weapons, swords made from the bones of their kills. "Why are they watching us?"

"Because," Okono looked down at Mufasa taking all the cocks that would fit in him at once, feeling his own lusts begin to boil within him, and finished, "I think we've been duped."

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Meanwhile back at Pride Rock, the other lions were in a maelstrom of negative emotions. Scar had explained that when Mufasa went to go save Simba, the gnus had killed him and then gave Simba to the crocodiles as a peace offering...the two clans having become allies. Zazu gave him a funny look after he had said that, but when Sarab started crying again...he decided to keep his beak shut and comfort him. Overhead were fast moving storm clouds that were surrounding the whole of Pride Rock. There was no rain, or bad weather of any kind...just dark clouds that dampened the bright and lively lands into dull monochrome shades of dismay. Playing the grieving brother he looked over the feline faces and feels a sense of triumph at their defeated expressions. He finally settled on Sarab's face, the same face that he had wanted to wake up to all these lonely years, and tried to look as sympathetic as he could.

"Mufasa's death was a terrible tragedy." Even as he spoke those words, he was laughing in his mind...but he also knew how to keep himself in check. "But too lose Simba as well, who had a lot more life ahead of him." Fake tears slid down the black-hearted lion's face, "For me, it is a deep and massive loss." Scar 'regains his composure' and continued speaking, "So it is only with a heavy heart that I will assume the throne."

Sarab snapped out of her depression for a moment, "Now wait a minute, Scar. I think the throne should belong to me. Mufasa was my partner and I know him and his politics better than..."

"...his brother?" Scar's voice was calm and still, but seemed to have force hidden in its words, like the calm before a storm. Scar walked over to Sarab and placed his hands on the other lion's shoulders, "You already bear the mark of a queen, Sarab. You know that you cannot become king under Mufasa' rules."

"Yes, but...maybe...uh..." Sarab, hated to admit it, but Scar was right. He had not right to the throne, by Mufasa's own laws. So he swallows his pride and forces himself to calm down, "You are right, Scar. Mufasa's rules are sacred and even I must abide by them."

Scar offers up a fake smile, and tries not to let his excitement show. "Don't worry, Sarab. I've got plans on changing these lands for the better." Sarab heard them first; the laughing and cackling of creatures gone mad. He looked behind Scar, smooth shadows morphed into the forms of hyenas. Sarab looks back to the new king, but Scar's face was stone and gave nothing away of his intentions or motives. The lions and Zazu all look at Scar is horror and betrayal...but he was the rightful bloodline king now. "I know we all have suffered a great tragedy. But out of that tragedy I will bring these lands, and the clans, together. And I will make our pride stronger for our great and glorious future." Hyenas begin to advance towards Pride Rock and on a lonely hill overlooking their death march was an old mandrill. Rafiki saw the lands his oldest friend brought out of the dark shadow of ward plunged back into darkness and all he could do was shake his head in defeat.

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Shadows passed over his blurred vision. Simba weakly opened his eyes as far as they would go, the intense sunlight burning his retinas. Then he saw them...sleek muscular bodies held aloft by large elegant wings of umber. The black creatures were circling him like valkyries to a fallen warrior. But as they descended towards him, he saw talons and tongues licking across beaks. Simba then knew that he would not be rescued by these shadowy creatures, but instead he would be a victim of their hunger. They all landed near him and a strong scent washed over the weak lion...a scent that he was very familiar with.

Opening his eyes further despite the sunlight, he saw that each of the strong black buzzards had a strong black boner. The few standing in front of him suddenly parted and let their leader through. This man was bigger than all of them, his thick muscles trembling under his dark flesh and his big meaty cock standing strong ahead of him. The scent, Simba now knew for sure, was musk...these guys expected to fuck him. But in his current state of fatigue...how could he resist? The big vulture bent down to the lion's body and placed a gentle hand on the slowly rising chest. Confident in his findings, he stood up, "Ryel. Zova. Carry our guest home." He walks behind the two naked vultures and sneered at Simba, "There's no sport in fucking them if they can't fight back." Ryel and Zova grabbed a set of paws and bound them together with strong rope woven from the fur of other kills. They then tied the ropes around their waists and made sure of the knots could support the full weight of the lion before taking to the air. The vultures took off, with Enzi leading the way towards their underground nest.

It took a few hours, but they reached the dome of hardened mud and dirt that they used as their home. The vultures pile in, but Ryel and Zova are careful placing their cargo on the ground before picking the lion up and carrying him inside. Simba was awake and struggling now, but the strong arms hold him firm. The scent of their lusts and need dive into the feline nostrils with every breath. Enzi sits on chair made from the bones and hides of many creatures, "Welcome to our home, meat. You will make a most excellent meal, but first we must...tenderize you. So my boys...who wants him first?"

"We do!" All other eyes found Lani and Oviq, the group's best trackers. Both vultures were bigger in their musculature than Simba, but they were smaller than the other vultures...built for speed not power. Simba looked over the two vultures that would have their way him first. Lani had a crack in his beak that allowed Simba to see his bleach white tongue. He seemed very smart and careful with his steps, for he knows just what a frightened animal is capable of doing. Oviq was much more careless as he made his way to the lion and untied his hands, knowing that Simba is too weak to fight back.

Oviq spoke, his voice harsh and slightly hoarse, "It's ok, Lani. If he could fight back he would've done it by now."

Lani nodded in agreement and knelt beside the lion. He leaned down to the thick sheath and sniff taking in the feline scent. Then he licked at the sheath trying to get the lion's cock out of hiding. When the spot of pink peeked out from the thick sheath, Lani inhaled nub, loving the feeling of a growing cock in his maw. Simba only responded in a weak grunt as the vulture sucked at his quickly growing cock. Lani smirked as he noticed that the cock within him grew and so did the lion's strength. He shifted, then shuffled, then moved to sit up, but Oviq stopped him with a firm foot to his chest and pushed him back down to the ground. "You don't want to you leave now do you? We're just getting to good parts."

Simba laid his head back down on the dirt underneath him, still too weak to fight back, all he could do was let them have their way and maybe they would let him go. Lani licked at the shaft in his mouth, delighted in the warm texture and slight layer of desert dust that was sprinkled over it. The cock now filled his maw and it became difficult for him to breathe around it. He removed his mouth from the swollen cock and the other vulture squawked in surprise at the size of this young man's meat. Simba flinched, believing he would come to harm suddenly, but his fear quieted itself when Lani straddles his waist. His fear of dying was not so quiet as to be forgotten, if he needed to act on his fears he would. But he was not going to start something when these guys had the upper hand on him. He had learned to control his anger and fear in combat and think critically about the situation around him. That was one lesson he had learned while Sarab was teaching him how to hunt and defend himself. Oviq knelt between the lion's legs, taking time to rub tenderly up from the feet to the thighs. Then he gripped the hard pink cock and jerked it a few times, excited by the girth. He positions the cock at Lani's entrance and lightly slaps the vulture's butt, "Go for it, Lani."

Lani slowly pressed his hips back and down onto the lion cock, moaning as he was spread open by the thick meat. Every inch that disappeared up his rear feels great, pleasure mixed with pain. His anal entrance was unprepared for the sheer size of dick penetrating him, but that was how he liked it. He loved the pain and discomfort because it drove to find the pleasure...the bigger the pain...the bigger payoff in physical pleasure. So he pushed on, even when he sank to the base he wanted more. "Oviq." Lani looked over his shoulder at the other vulture, "I might need you to help me...our prey seems to be too weak to move himself." He turned back to the lion as he looked up at the vulture that was on his cock, "We haven't even fucked him yet. This'll be fun."

The vulture grinned when he said that, which sent cold shivers up the feline spine. These shudders travel over the lion's body and through his cock and into the butt of one of his captors. Oviq grinned as he grabbed the legs and rolled them forward, Pushing Lani onto his hands and knees over Simba's body. Oviq positioned his cock and slowly dove in. Simba weakly moaned and squirmed against the intruder, but it meant nothing as his assaulter kept advancing into him. The intense discomfort he felt sat in the pit of his stomach and kept swelling in him. He wanted it to stop, but could do nothing about it, so he just closed his eyes and concentrated on getting through the initial wave.

When the vulture penetrating him sank all the way in, he felt the full weight of his discomfort, moaning pitifully like a wounded animal. Enzi walks over and keels beside the lion, his semi-hard cock nestled gently between his muscled thighs. "This jar holds a regenerative potion that will restore your strength as we fuck you. However I will remind you that there are twelve of us here." He brings the jar to feline lips and tips it gently into his mouth. The potion had a distinct taste of berries and felt warm as it traveled down to his stomach. When the jar was empty, Enzi removes from Simba's lips and tosses behind him, "We like our prey still moving. If you give us what we want in sex we might not need your meat."

Simba looked scared at these words, but the two vultures that held his crotch and butt prisoner between averted his attention to them as they started moving. Lani didn't move he just clenched his ass around the cock inside of him. Instead Oviq did all the work, pulling back and then driving his cock in and out of Simba's ass, which drove Simba's cock deeper into Lani every time the other vulture's crotch hit the lion's butt. Simba grunted as the two vultures work him from both ends...Oviq fucking him good and Lani tightening firmly around his cock.

Lani got a front row seat to Simba's expression of pain and pleasure. Each thrust Oviq made colliding harshly with his prostate. He didn't want to feel any pleasure, but the thought of getting eaten by these creatures was worse than letting them see his excitement. So he moaned as the cock pump into him and the ass closes in around his own cock. Lani's breathing increased as the lion's cock swelled within him as his arousal grows. Every time Oviq slammed into Simba, Simba's hip drove into Lani. But the lion wouldn't pull back. So Lani pulled forward, then Oviq pumped into the stubborn lion at the same time Lani pushed back. Simba gasped at the sudden explosion of force and pleasure. Lani squawked in approval and Oviq moaned loudly. The two vultures then continue this treatment and punish Simba' pelvis from both sides.

Enzi began to stroke his own cock as he watched his boys play with their food. He enjoyed watching them have their way with whatever animal they could find...it excited him. And to his great amusement, his trackers seemed to really be having fun with this lion.

Oviq squawked loudly as the ass started to clench around him and he was forced to pump harder into the feline butt. Lani moaned as he and Simba caught each other's eyes and the two of them stared at one another, feeling the pleasures build in their bodies. The warm flesh slides and grinds and gropes against each other creating a sexual friction that surged tiny bolts of pleasure through their bodies. Oviq grips Lani's hips and uses them to pull himself forward and impact Simba's butt. Lani pushed from the ground back into Oviq's heavy thrusts. The two vultures got into the rhythm of crushing the lion's pelvis between them.

Simba began to lose himself in the pleasures they were giving him and he hated it. He didn't want these vultures to get anything from him, but he didn't want to die either. Simba decided to damn the consequences and try to enjoy himself. So he spread his legs to give Oviq better access to his ass and he began to run his hands over Lani's feathered form. The prince of the lions was surprised to feel the definition of thick muscles covered by the dark black feathers. The hard muscles twitched and flexed at his touch, as if they were scared by the action.

Oviq smiled at the lion's legs parted and he drilled into that ass, wanting this man moan as he pounded him. In truth, when Simba let himself feel the pleasure these two were giving him, he lost any sense of getting away. Now he was moaning and he could leave if he wanted to. He wanted to see what these vultures had in them, "Harder."

Oviq smiled with glee and he pushed harder into the lion, loving the warm compression of that skilled butt. Lani, in turn, squeezed hard and longer around the lion's cock and pushed back harder, making sure to time his pushes with Oviq's thrusts. After awhile like this the three men were moaning and grunting with their efforts. The vultures surrounding them were also enjoying the show, some hands on their own cocks and some hands on foreign members. Simba wasn't worried about them that much, he was concentrating on the bodies of the two men that were expertly draining his balls of pre. His body was on fire as they had their way with him. He wasn't able to push into Lani or pull off of Oviq, but the vulture's had found a way to give him pleasure anyway. Each time Lani and Oviq sandwiched his pelvis between them, he moaned loudly in pleasure.

Oviq ran his hands over the feline legs, tracing the muscles and scars. Lani's white tongue ran over Simba's face with a kiss being dropped every now and then. He was a bottom for most of his vulture brothers, but he was no bitch. He liked taking from his brother what that were willing to give him. Now he found everything this lion had to offer him to be just as enjoyable, he moans as he sucked that cock back into his butt. Their bodies screamed for more of this intimate carnal dance, even as their climaxes approached.

Oviq started pumping harder into the tight butt of their captive, trying to make this lion moan louder and louder. Simba could only enjoy the ride with the added bonus of having his cock squeezed by this skilled vulture who was riding him. Lani breathed out a long moan as he rode the thick cock and the sexual high of a pleasure wave, grinding his body against Simba's. The dripping vulture cock matted his fur with the pre he was pissing all over the lion. Oviq suddenly grunts loudly and shouts, arching his back, sending his meat all the way into their captive. His cock exploded and Simba felt the familiar rush of warm seed into his bowels and he welcomed it, wrapping his legs around Oviq and squeezing the cock inside of him. Lewd moans and grunts were heard from Oviq as he was milked by the skilled butt.

Lani and Simba are sharing another deep kiss, tongues exploring one another's mouth. Simba felt his own balls tighten and when Lani slammed backward and drew his cock all the in that was the last straw and his cock erupted. As his seed spilled into the vulture's butt, he moan and rode out the warm and tingling sensation he felt. Suddenly he rose up and groped the lion's chest as his own balls emptied, spewing his sticky ivory all over Simba's chest and face. The three men rode out their orgasms together, feeling a collective sense of pleasure surging through each of their rock hard and wet bodies. When their orgasms died out, Oviq and Lani withdrew themselves from their captives, with the latter taking the other's cock into his mouth to clean it off.

Enzi claps his hands gently, his cock dripping pre that slides slowly down his shaft, "Very nice boys. You three next."

The vultures Enzi indicated walked forward and Simba saw their physiques were identical, albeit a bit larger, then Lani and Oviq.

"What should we do with this guy? Jyrb, you got any ideas?"

"As a matter of fact, Vipa," Jyrb knelt next to Simba smiling a horribly sexy smile at the now nervous feline, "I do."

"Well I trust your judgment, what is it?"

Jyrb stands and turns to the third vulture, with only one eye, "You trust me too, Kena?"

Kena smiled, "I'd be dead if I didn't trust you then. So, I'm not gonna start doubting you now. What do you have in mind?"

"Well, Kena, go ahead and lay down beside our 'guest'."

Kena laid down next to the lion where his head was next to the lion's feet. Simba notices the vulture's hard cock was standing straight up, as was his own. These vultures seemed to be lusty bunch and he wondered what this Jyrb guy had planned for him. The other vultures grabbed the lion and rolled him on top of Kena in the sixty-nine position.

Jyrb bent down to Simba's face, "You like sucking cock right? Well start sucking on Kena's cock and we'll show you a good time as well, understood?"

Simba hated to admit that he wanted this guys cock in his mouth...he wanted to taste him. So he reluctantly replied, "Fine.", trying not to sound as needy and hungry for cock as he really was. That potion that Enzi slathered on him was working...he felt great and ready for hours of hot sexual action, but he was also trying not to give up too much to these vultures. He lowered his mouth over the thick avian cock, belonging to the one-eyed captor. The cock was warm and musky as he drew it into his mouth, expecting his own cock to be sucked any moment. When no such moment came, he tried to remove himself from the cock, but Vipa held the lion's head down on the thick vulture cock. He gagged, but quickly regained himself, "Not yet slut. You gonna have to earn the right to be pleasured. Now start sucking."

There was nothing the prince of the Pride Lands could do but sucking against the flesh in his mouth. He wanted to go away...go anywhere but here...but where would he go? No one wanted him except these lusty vultures. Well, if they wanted him, they'd get him. Kena gasps as he feels his cock get inhaled into the lion's throat with his voracious sucking. A rough, but wet tongue licks the underside of the cock and all over trying to taste as much as it could. Kena moaned as the lion ate his cock with such gusto, which brings a smile to his beak as the moans continue. Vipa removed his hand from Simba's head and the lion remained with his duty to the cock in his mouth.

Jyrb and Vipa glanced at one another with smirks, it was time to play.

Jyrb makes his way to Simba' rump and softly runs his hands over the mounds of muscled flesh. "Such a sweet ass." That comment gave Simba a chill, but did not give the prince any indication as to what the vulture had planned for his butt. His answer came when he felt a hard force replace the soft hands that were groping his butt cheeks. Simba couldn't figure out what pressing on his ass, until the vulture sniffed in deeply. It was his beak that he had shoved into the lion's butt crack. A long and thick tongue snaked out from between the beak and was dragged from top to bottom on the cleft, taking it slow when licked across the pink pucker. Simba was moaning around the hard cock, they had won; he wanted more...needed more.

Unfortunately for Simba, Vipa was about to give him more cock. Without warning or waiting, the third vulture shoved his cock into the occupied feline mouth. Simba's eyes snapped open and he tried to pull away, but to no avail. Jyrb's tongue presses into the pucker and drinks in the exotic taste of the lion's inner regions. Simba gasped when the tongue penetrated him, which gave the two cocks in his mouth all the access they needed. Vipa pulled out slowly and his cock slid against Kena's, which felt great, then he pushed back into the crowded orifice. Simba was stuck now, he wanted more, but these vulture were too much. Kena's beak found the feline cock and he swallowed it into his mouth, giving the lion a good blow job in return. Vipa smiled, "You see guys? I told you this guy was a slut."

Simba couldn't say anything, his only option was to take their cocks and like it. Jyrb at least seemed to be gentle in his tongue lashing of the lion's ass. The skilled tongue licked anywhere he could to find his prize, but it seemed fruitless...he needed to get deeper. The tongue retreated and Simba actually found himself missing it. But then he felt the beak itself working its way into his pucker, stretching him hard. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the pleasure, but still the pain was there. Jyrb beak opened slightly and spread him further, but then the tongue returned with a vengeance. With his deeper access, Jyrb easily found the feline's prostate and assaulted it heavily with firm licks and hard presses.

Simba moaned hard around the twin cock in his mouth, sending large vibrations through both cocks. Kena and Vipa both moaned together as the vibrations rippled through their systems. Jyrb's hand found his own cock and started jerking, this lion had a tight ass and it made him hard as he tasted the captive. Simba squirmed on top of Kena and he reached his arm around the waist and pulled it down so he can get more of that hot cock in his mouth. The dual cocks in his mouth made it hard for Simba to breathe, but as he drew breath it only excited the vultures more. His mouth was warm and tight and the air he drew in was cool and felt amazing on their meat. Pleasure continued to rise, but the pain remained constant, and Simba wondered if the pleasure would rise fast enough so that he no longer felt the pain.

Jyrb gave a few more firm licks to his prostate, which felt great and he moaned again. Kena and Vipa moaned in unison once more as the hard vibrations from the lion's loud moan travel through their cocks. Simba shudders as Kena's moan rocks his own cock. His body ached for release, with the rimming he was receiving from Jyrb, and the dual cock wrestling in mouth from Kena and Vipa, Simba found it hard to concentrate on anything else. His tongue rolled over the dicks...between them...and everywhere he could fit it. Kena was first, his orgasm exploded into Simba's skilled mouth. Semen spilled out from around the thick cocks and splashed the vulture crotches and his own muzzle. Simba drank in as much as he could, because the vultures were not pulling their cocks out and he did not want to drown on their seed. To his surprise, it tasted sweet, with a sharp edge to it.

Vipa felt the warm fluids inside the warm hole that he was now humping into, and it hit him like a punch to the chest. He lurches forward and caught himself on the lion's back as his climax rocketed through him. He started laughing, as he always did, as he rides the pleasure of the intense orgasm. Simba swallowed all the he could of this load too, but again the creamy fluid spills out of his mouth.

Jyrb continues his tongued assault on the young lion's ass, until he hears the lion's moan audibly now. Kena and Vipa had removed their cocks and let their spurting cocks spew semen all over their captives face and chest. Vipa smirked, "Come on Jyrb, your last again. You can't get you rocks off with this slut?" Paying no mind at all to his clan brother, Jyrb gave the prostate a nice long tongue bath and then turned forceful as he gave quick, but firm jabs at it. Simba's moans turned quickly to loud screams of triumph as his climax took hold of him. Vipa held the lion still as Jyrb continued to eat hi ass while he was climaxing. Kena took the spurting cock into his mouth and happily drank of the feline dick. Rather than just let him do all the work, Kena sucked at the orgasming cock and sucked the cum right down his throat. Even though the climax was dying down, Simba was still riding high, because Jyrb would not quit with that amazing tongue of his.

Jyrb's own climax shot forth and covered his chest and abs, Simba's thighs, balls, and butt, and Kena's face. The orgasm fades and the lion collapsed on the vulture beneath him, who subsequently pushed him off to the side. Vipa helped Kena to his feet, and watched Jyrb stand and lick his beak. "The reason I am last, my friend, is evident in his sounds. You made him moan...I made him scream."

"Enough! Come sit down boys. Ryel...Zova...our guest is all yours now." The two vultures looked at one another and smiled. Stroking their hard cocks as they walk, they make to Simba, who had started to get his strength back thanks to Enzi's potion.

"Check it out, Ryel," Zova pointed towards the lion's still hard member, "This guy is a slut...he's taken all that cock and ass and he's still hard."

Ryel licked his beak, a sadistic gleam in those otherwise beautiful orange eyes, "We should do something about that."

Ryel and Zova, the biggest vultures so far, were far from imbeciles. In fact, Ryel served as the strategist of the group and Zova specialized in teaching his vulture brothers how to fight. The two muscled birds picked up their prey, Ryel sinking his cock into the wet stretched hole. Still Simba moaned out in pained pleasure as he was stretched more around the large cock. He was bent forward, but still standing as the Vulture stayed still in him, not pumping into him yet. This puzzled him until Zova grabbed his legs and lifted him up. When he was at the right height, he pressed his cock into the stuffed ass and spread the feline farther than he ever had before.

Simba screamed out in pain as the two huge cocks made their way into his ass. The two vultures laugh at their captives discomfort and Zova pulled slowly out, not all the way, but enough to give Simba the sensation that his ass as no longer to explode. Then he pushes back in and Simba cries out again, these vultures seemed to take pleasure in causing him pain and discomfort. Ryel pulled up on the feline torso and his cock started slipping out, but then he pushed the lion back down on his cock. The prince cries of agony seemed to only be greasing the wheels of these vulture's lusts...they wanted more.

Then the vulture began to pull out and slam back at the same time. These caused pain to shoot through Simba like lightning bolts. His eyes rolled back in his head and he almost passed out. Just before darkness claimed his mind, he felt pleasure begin to rise in him slowly, like water filling a glass. Each thrust filled the glass more and more, drowning out the pain and discomforts that these vulture brutes were giving him. He moaned out as the two cock rub against his prostate at different times and angles. Pleasure rocked his whole body like a constant orgasm. His moans seemed to go unnoticed by the brutes as they continued to assault his ass looking for their pleasure.

"Almost there...scream for...me, lion." Zova reaches up quickly and pinches the Simba's nipples hard. The complete unexpectedness of it and the sheer amount of pain the slammed into his brain, made the prince scream to the heavens. "Oh yeah..." Zova gripped the lion's legs for leverage as he blew his load deep into the young lion's bowels. The amount surprised Simba and he felt some drip out and run down his ass. Zova doesn't pull out, but does grab Simba and pulls the lion onto his own chest so that Ryel could get his rocks off properly.

No longer having to hold the lion's body while he fucked him, Ryel went to town. Pumping furiously into the prince, rubbing against his prostate and Zova's cock. The warmth of the ass and the warm cream of his brother's seed let his thick cock glide in and out faster and harder. Simba moaned loudly as the vulture took him so savagely. Zova started rubbing the lion's back as he held him firm for Ryel to fuck at his leisure. The pleasure continued to grow inside of Simba as the vulture mounted him firmly. This vulture knew what he doing as he slammed his crotch against the prince wet ass. The loud slapping sounds going unnoticed as Ryel was only focused on getting to his climax.

Enzi was jerking his cock hard now while watching his boys have their fun. Lani came over to his leader, "You want some help, sir?" Enzi welcomed the vulture's warm mouth as it enveloped his throbbing cock. Lani sucked hard on his boss' cock, wanting to give him as much pleasure as possible. Enzi goes back to watching his bruisers pound his captive, with a hand on the back of Lani's head tenderly scratching the submissive vulture.

Ryel's moans were getting louder and he gripped Simba's hips as he pounded on the wall blocking his orgasm. Every thrust into his victim brought the wall down further. The loud wet slaps echoing in the underground chamber. Simba whimpered against such rough pleasure and tries to ride out this vulture's assault. He wouldn't have to wait much longer as the vulture grunts loudly and spills his seed into the lion's already soaked bowels. More seed shot out from his ass and covered the sexy butt cheeks and Ryel's lower body. Ryel kept humping into the prince while his orgasm was coursing through him. When it finally died down, he and Zova pulled their cocks out and placed Simba on the ground. The two walked off to the side where the other vultures were gathered in their afterglow.

Enzi gently pulled Lani off his cock, "Thank you Lani. But right now, I think they need to be cleaned up." He pointed Lani towards Zova and Ryel who simply smiled at the bottom vulture. Lani bowed his head to his leader and made his way to the two large vultures. He knelt between them and began to lick the cum from their hard bodies.

Enzi looked down on Simba from his throne of bones, "You have survived well, meat. But now you will take my seed into your belly...then we feast."

Simba was weak now, even with the potion still in him, but he managed to look up at the huge black cock glistening under what little light was in here. This cock was bigger than the rest, but with the seed still in him and the saliva that is covering it shouldn't be hard to take. Plus he had just had two big cocks in him at once...this cock should be no trouble.

"Get on your hand and knees, meat."

Simba was too weak to resist and in truth, he wanted to feel that cock inside of him, so he did as he told. Enzi knelt behind the lion, "You've had the pleasures of my boys, lion...now it's time for you to please me." Enzi forces his cock to the base inside of Simba's wet butt. The feline gasped at the sudden intrusion, but moans as it settles within him. A set of strong hands reached up and gripped the shoulders of the quivering captive. "Let's see if you can handle my cock." His cock and hips retreated and Simba let out a long moan as they did. But they quickly returned with force and the lion was thrown forward by the impact, but the vulture had a hold of his shoulders. He did not pull back on them, but rather kept humping into him, so that Simba could not find his balance. He could only brace himself with his arms and try to push himself back upright, which only excited the hungry vulture future. "That's it, slut, ride my sweet cock."

The pounding from this grand vulture was fierce and Simba found it hard to concentrate on escaping with such a hot cock inside of him. He moans and lowers his head as his body shakes pleasure dancing through his system as Enzi plugs his butts good. Simba gasped and moaned as he was pushed forward by the forceful thrusts only to push himself back down onto the thick dripping cock. It made him feel good to have that throbbing dick inside of him, better than anything else he can remember.

Enzi was having fun too; this lion had quite the smoking little body and he used it so...instinctively. It turned him on to no end to see and feel those muscles working under that soft golden fur. Every moan and grunt from the lion stoking the fire of his passions. He wanted this lion so badly, but his boys came before his own lusts. They need a meal, which meant this lion had to die. There was no greater pleasure for this vulture than fucking something as it dies. So his hands moved from the strong shoulders to the strong neck. He didn't squeeze yet; he only rubbed and massaged the flesh there. Too caught up in the sexual frenzy to notice his life was in danger, Simba arch his back as he shouted out and ejaculated all over the dirt floor beneath him. That is when the black hands closed in...

CRASH!!!

Two figures dropped into the enclosure from a large hole in the ceiling. The figures made short work of the startled vultures. When all but Enzi are knocked out on the floor, they pull Simba off his cock and both of them knock him out with hard punches. Simba fell to the floor, motionless. The two figures start laughing, "Whoo! I love it! Bowling for buzzards."

"Yeah I know you do. Gets 'em every time." The figures were obviously males, but Simba vision wouldn't clear enough for him to see any details. One of the men approached Simba, but he can't lift a finger to fend him off. Those damn, smug bastards think they're so clever, but you tell me what kind of bird lives underground."

"Uhh...Timon, you better come over. I think it's still alive."

"Ehhe...what is it?"

"A lion."

"What?! Pumba get away from it." Timon pulled the larger warthog away from the lion lying on the floor.

"Why are you so afraid buddy? It's just a little lion." Which to Pumba it was. He had muscles under that noticeable layer of fat...he could fend off a lion. Timon was not that lucky. Being a meerkat, his only option was to run away, which is what every fiber of his being was telling him to do right now. These vultures would wake up soon, and it would be in there best interest not to be here when they do. "He was about to get killed by these guys, Timon. He must be all alone." Pumba notices the semen dripping out of his ass and the semen that coats the unconscious vulture's cocks, "We should take home."

Timon could not believe the words coming out his best friend's mouth, "Pumba are you nuts?! He's a lion! Need I remind that lions eat guys like us."

Pumba looks to the lion and then back to Timon, "Maybe he'll be on our side because we saved his life."

Timon starts sarcastically laughing, "Our side...HAA! That's the stupidest thing I ever..." Then an idea came to his mind, there was a lot of competition in the oasis for supplies and resources. "I got it buddy. We saved his life, right? So what if we convince him to be on our side? Having a lion around might not be such a bad idea."

Pumba thought for a moment, and then smiled his big grin when he gets his way, "So we're keeping him?"

Timon replied, while hoisting the lion onto Pumba's back for the trek home, "Of course. Who's the brain of this operation?"

"Uhhh..."

"My point exactly." Timon leads the way out of the vulture's nest and is greeted by the blinding warmth of the sun, "God I'm fried...this place sucks! Let's go home so we find him some shade." The two friends, plus one, begin their trek home, hoping that none of the vultures wake up soon enough to follow them to their home.

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