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Lion King: Dream Dust

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Commissioned and edited by Samadhir

Author's Note: All non-original characters are © copyright Disney and are used without official permission. The author makes no profit from this work.

Just another day at Pride Rock. To the human trio who lived among its feline guardians, this was anything but a bad thing.

It had been a few weeks since the ritual that had granted the human teens perpetual youth and vitality, while forever binding them to the Pridelands. The potions and spiritual powers of the mandrill shaman Rafiki, combined with bathing in the potent seed of dozens of virile inhabitants of the savannah, had blessed them with a long life spent in the full bloom of their late adolescence, though at the cost of requiring new doses of the potion every moon – if they didn't receive it, they would soon grow weak and die. This meant that they would never be able to spend long periods of time away from the new world that they had come to accept as their home and the family that had lovingly adopted them, and that they could only visit their old human friends and kin sporadically.

It was a choice that had not been taken lightly by any of the teens, and the price for their new blessings had added a certain touch of melancholy to some of their quieter moments in the days since they had truly become Pridelanders, in flesh and spirit. But they all knew, deep down, that it had been the right one.

And today was a day when melancholy seemed the farthest thing away from everyone's mind at Pride Rock. The ancient seat of the Lion Kings was buzzing with activity, as work was being done to modernize and continuously improve conditions around the place. Right now a pump and purification system was being installed, so Pride Rock could get and additional source of fresh water from the river - the rock had a number of indoor springs for both drinking and bathing, but with the rapidly increasing population around their home, the number of dignitaries and visitors growing larger and (it was hoped) the quite extensive expansion of the pride from a variety of sources to come, it was felt safest to have more amenities to rely on.

Brie and Rie were seated by a large wooden tub filled with water on the south-eastern slopes of the rock, helping their leonine pridesisters with the washing. It was strenuous work, and made the twins appreciate the comforts of their old homes where such things could be done much quicker and easier. They had argued with their pridemates that they should see about procuring some washing machines once the planned generators had been put in place at Pride Rock, a concept that most of the lions had seemed quite intrigued by and open to. Tama was one of the few who had been skeptical of the proposal, the stern lioness proclaiming that such human devices were apt to bring sloth and complacency to the Pridelands and upset old customs of hearth and home.

While the twins had rolled their eyes at her objections, as they sat around the tub, talking and laughing and sharing stories and jokes and gossip with the lionesses, they had to admit that they could see her point of view. Despite the increased labor of doing the laundry the old-fashioned way, it did allow for a lot of time spent in companionship with their friends and family, and was an important time for social interactions among many of the Pridelanders. There was indeed something special to little moments like this, for all that it led to tired hands and paws.

Of course, there were more things to wash around Pride Rock these days, given the recent influx of new styles of clothes and fashions. As commerce increased with the outside world, new materials were brought in and creatures that had previously walked around in loincloths or even completely unclad could now often been seen wearing simple but colourful garments of various kinds. The twins themselves were currently wearing kangas, the light and airy fabrics in colors of green and blue wrapped around their bodies and tied just above their breasts and going down to their thighs. Couple with some simple jewelry in the form of necklaces and the occasional bracelet, it made them look quite splendid if they were allowed to say so themselves.

Whatever the eternal frustrations associated with laundry, in his opinion, David had a harder job. Right now, he was hard at work on the pump system. Brie and Rie had helped to install the pipe down by the river, as had the lionesses with them, before they'd gotten back into the routine of daily essentials. The lionesses were more than strong enough and knowledgeable enough to do what David told them (since he was the one with the most technical expertise), so David spent most of his time supervising the work, and carrying tools and other needed materials. The work was arduous, but very satisfying (and he could swear that since having been suffused by the spirits of the savannah, he could labour longer and harder than before), and it was rewarding to know that he helped to modernize Pride Rock. If he was to spend the rest of his days here, it would be a perk to bring at least some of the comforts of his old home along with him.

Of course, one comfort of the outside world he would not be granted for the foreseeable future was clothes. By the decree of Simba the Lion King, David still remained as naked as the day he was born, aside from the same jewelry of leather, beads and pearls worn by the twins. In the year since he'd first arrived at Pride Rock, he had started to grow used to his nakedness, as the other inhabitants of the savannah weren't overly dressed either. But with the recent changes coming to the Pridelands, the old feelings of exposure and vulnerability had started to make themselves known again. It wasn't helped by the evolution of Brie and Rie's own state of dress: they had started out as unclad as him when he first met them on his initial quest to bring them back home, but then they'd been given loincloths, leather smocks to wear over their bodies and now lovely soft kangas to cover themselves up, same as many of the lionesses. And through it all, as the pride's lowest ranking member and designated slave boy, David was required to walk around without a stitch on him, his beautiful young body utterly exposed to the world at all times.

Naturally, his unclad state was of great delight to the lionesses around them, who took every opportunity to caress his smooth brown skin as he paused by them. Those friendly little squeezes and tender caresses, especially to his bare bottom and dangling bits (which, actually, weren't "dangling" so much as "pointing" at this point) were a constant distraction. So constant, in fact, that David almost missed Zazu's raucous call for the attention of Nala, standing nearby as she took a water break (a break that would probably have ended with her dragging David off into some nearby scrub for a lot more than just water - along with being denied the privilege of clothes, his bottom position in the pride's hierarchy meant he had no right of bodily integrity, and had to submit to the sexual advances of any person who wanted to make use of him for their pleasure. Not that David really minded, of course).

"Your highness!" exclaimed the hornbill, landing on a nearby rock (larger than his non-sapient avian relatives, the bird was still small and light enough to be a swift and efficient flyer), gasping for breath from the exertion of his recent trip. "Your highness! The wild dogs have entered the Pridelands!"

"You don't have to sound like it's some kind of emergency, Zazu," Nala chuckled, reluctantly removing her hand from David's buns to stroke the underside of the bird's bill. "After all, Simba invited them here."

"I-I know," Zazu gasped, calming down from his recent exertions, "but is His Majesty sure that this is such a good idea? I mean, first the hyenas and now this...?"

"We've already been through this. As refugees from the old homelands in the south, Simba wanted to take them in, give them a new home and form an alliance with them. The Pridelands will be strengthened by new blood to help defend and maintain it, and those poor, tired dogs will be welcomed into a community that accepts and honors them. All in all, I'd say that sounds like a rather advantageous arrangement."

"Well, of course, and I wouldn't want to dispute the wisdom of our king," Zazu admitted, albeit with more than a little reluctance. "I suppose it would be good to have more allies to defend our borders. Their leader seemed honest and forthright, from what I could gather, but you never know with such dogs. They aren't too far from hyenas after all..."

"Speak that way about the painted dogs once more, and I'll let Kula use you as her dildo again." That promptly shut the noisy hornbill up. "Now, what did they say when you spoke to them?"

"Um, well, their chieftain, called Namadi, seemed very interested in Simba's peace overtures and offers for an alliance, and asked that for a meeting where the details of such a treaty could be hammered out. His tribe is currently camped out near the Gorge, so he felt the Water Hole could be a convenient gathering spot for both our sides, if His Majesty would agree... By the way, where is Simba?"

"The Lion King is presently convening with Rafiki up in Pride Rock," Nala informed the hornbill. "He said he'd be gone for most, if not all, of the day. Discussing long-term strategy, I believe he said."

"Ah yes, the counsel of that old, wise monkey is always to be sought and carefully considered," Zazu hastily confirmed, even as he inwardly scowled at the not-too-distant memory of the prank the mandrill had played on him where he painted patterns on his bill which he claimed signified peace and diplomacy to the lovebirds he was supposed to have a meeting with, and it turned out to be part of their mating rituals... "Nevertheless, I'm sure this is something he would want to be informed about immediately, so maybe I should fly up there and have a word with him about it?"

"Oh you don't have to bother with that, Zazu," Nala said as she rubbed the hornbill's back soothingly while turning to David, who had been listening in on the conversation in a way he hoped hadn't been too intrusive. "You've had a long and strenuous trip, and I'm sure David can deliver the message just as well. Won't you, David?"

"Me?" the dusk-skinned boy asked in some surprise. "Eh, of course. But won't you need my help with the pipes?"

"You've given us all the instructions and information we need, and we can do most of the heavy lifting ourselves. Right now, this is more important." She turned David around and gave him some encouraging pats on his naked tush. "Now off with you.

"I'm on it," David immediately agreed, and started off at a trot up the pathways of the cliffs of Pride Rock. He didn't need to look back to know that Nala was staring at his bare butt all the way.

Her admiration was briefly interrupted by Zazu prodding her one more time. "Forgive me for speaking out of turn again, I'm just... I just hope that Simba knows what he's doing."

"He does, you silly bird," the Lion Queen sighed as she pinched the hornbill's beak between her fingers playfully and wiggled it about. "He is no longer the arrogant little cub you once chided for thinking being king meant he could do whatever he wanted. And with Rafiki to assist and advise him, he will continue to prove himself the powerful, responsible and dignified ruler of the Pridelands we all know he is."

*

In the soft light of the candles and lamps in one of the cool interior chambers of Pride Rock, Rafiki was taking his time admiring Simba's gorgeous ass. The wily mandrill had recently arrived at the rock with the stated purpose of discussing important matters to the Lion King's domain. Or so the excuse had gone to Simba's pridemates who were hard at work outside. The real purpose behind his visit was a bit more... sybaritic.

"Just relax," Rafiki told Simba, who lay with his head resting on a pillow on the massive circular bed in the center of the chamber, his muscular rump thrust almost straight up in the air as he did his best to rest his lower half on the soft furs and downs, unable to quite stop himself from squirming nervously. One of the monkey's hands was kneading those rock-hard buns, Simba's tail draped to the side, while the other rolled and then dipped a straw in a bowl filled almost to the brim with a white powder. "That's it. To be a true king, great work is essential, of course. But so is the ability to relax when work is done. You are needed for a long and just rule, after all. So just relax...there...good."

"Mmhm..." Simba growled softly as he did his best to calm his muscles; it wasn't every day that the king of the Pridelands submitted himself to such a vulnerable position. "My lionesses will kill me if they find out I snuck away from my responsibilities for this..."

"Your lionesses will understand that even the greatest of kings need a bit of alone time to experiment and try out new things," the monkey chuckled as he fondled his king's balls playfully. "Besides, given that Diku had me do this to her on her last visit to my tree, I don't think she would be in any hurry to judge."

"Oh, so that's why she thought she had transformed into a lizard when she got back... Oooh!" Simba's short, sharp intake of breath marked the moment the smooth wooden tube in Rafiki's hand, filled with a generous dose of the powder, penetrated the tense ring of his tailhole. Slowly gyrating the straw until about half its length had sunk into the lion's bottom, Rafiki leaned in close as he put a steadying hand on his king's rump.

"How do you feel, Your Majesty?"

"You don't need to call me by my titles, Rafiki," Simba answered, his voice breaking with giggles at the tickling sensation in his rear and the absurdity of the situation he had been placed in. "We're friends, aren't we?"

"Of course we are, Simba," Rafiki affirmed. "And friends share what they have. Here," he leaned closer still, until his lips were almost touching the other end of the tube, "let me share pleasure."

And then, he put his lips to the straw, and blew the powdered mixture in it deep into Simba's ass, the lion's eyes dilating and his mouth dropping open.

"Whoa!"

Not long ago, the wily mandrill had introduced the great Lion King to the knowledge of a local plant that, when powdered and carefully treated, could produce some truly amazing effects. Those effects were amplified to their greatest height, and fastest onset, when the powder was delivered anally.

Rafiki preferred to call the mixture 'dream dust'.

"You see!" the mandrill laughed, slapping Simba's muscular rump playfully, making the Lion King shudder all over as all his sensations were enhanced. "I told you it would feel good!"

"Yeah, it's... mmmf," Simba shuddered as the dirty old monkey pulled the tube out of his butt, gave him a long, loving lick over his royal anus, before dipping the straw into the bowl for another dose. "It's quite something..."

"Indeed," the monkey acknowledged as he inserted the straw into the lion's sphincter again. "And believe me; it will get even better..."

"Simba?"

It was just when Rafiki blew more of the dust into his king's backdoor that a familiar voice echoed in the mountain corridors outside the chamber, making Rafiki's head raise as he saw the shadow of someone he knew on the threshold of the grotto...a shadow that was soon followed by its flesh-and-blood companion. "Simba, I was sent by Nala. The painted dogs have arrived in the Pridelands, and..."

Coming up short, David blinked, gaping at the sight before him. The Lion King, sprawled on the bed, a wooden straw stuck in his butt, a goofy look on his face, and a monkey riding the backs of his thighs. Not exactly what he was expecting, to put it mildly.

"Um, if this is a bad time..."

"Come," Simba commanded, his face adopting the regal expression he normally used when addressing his court, and at other formal functions; the effect, of course, was somewhat diminished by his present position, and the continued dilation of his eyes, but David had to admit that Simba deserved an A for effort. "Bring me your news, David, so that I may best serve my people."

"Yes, come in, boy," Rafiki affirmed, motioning with one hand toward the brown-skinned youth. "Come in. I assure you, your king's present position isn't nearly as bad as it looks. Dream dust is harmless in measured doses. I use it as an anesthetic when the need arises, and to put my patients to sleep. In doses smaller still, and mixed with my own recipe of herbs, it's quite a lot of fun, and good for relaxing those who are tense." He turned back to Simba, having dipped the straw into the bowl for a final dose of the dust , before reinserting it in his king's tailhole and blowing once more into his end of the tube. "Like our mighty Lion King here," he added, tugging the tube free of Simba's rectum and putting the bowl aside on a bedside table.

Frowning for a moment, David shrugged. He'd been sent to do a mission, and he was going to fulfill it, one way or another.

"Nala sent me," he explained, stepping fully into the chamber where the young boy had been subjected to countless debaucheries, although drugs was one of the few things his pridemates had never inserted up his arse. As Simba got to his feet, a little shaky at first, David informed his king and master of what Zazu had told him, the king doing his best to listen intently as he felt the dust start to have its effect on him.

"So, they want a meeting by the Water Hole?" Simba asked, before his whole body shuddered, both David's and Rafiki's eyes immediately drawn to the absolutely massive hard-on the great king was sporting. David only barely remembered to nod.

"Yes, and they seemed very eager to swear you their allegiance and recognize you as their king. Everything seems set for the alliance you wanted... although Zazu seemed rather uncertain over whether we could truly trust them."

"Oh, that stuffy old parrot is suspicious of everything that even resembles a hyena!" David and Rafiki both raised their eyebrows at Simba's irreverent outburst, making the lion catch himself and raise a paw to his head. "Eh, forgive me, it's just that this dust... it's really quite something... Anyway, I will of course take the honorable Zazu's words into consideration. But right now, we cannot let our prejudices cloud our judgement. An alliance like this will be most beneficial to our kingdom, if we can work it out... and besides, these newcomers are in need of a home. It would be a grave sin of me to turn them away without a very good reason."

It gladdened David's heart to hear Simba's compassion for the newcomers in his kingdom, and that he had been chosen to live with such a wise and loving monarch. Even so, he couldn't help but feel a bit disconcerted as the lion obviously grew more and more flustered, his massive erection throbbing and his eyes starting to blaze with something that was both dreamy and savagely lustful. Deciding that discretion was the better part of valor, he tried to excuse himself. "Well, that was everything I had to tell you. I guess I'll be stepping outside now..."

"No, stay!" Simba commanded as the boy started to turn, and David immediately stiffened to attention. The dream dust was really starting to overtake the great feline - he felt the colors around him grow stronger and the features of the chamber grow sharper and more distinct, all sounds seemed to get an almost crystal-like tinge to them, and he felt himself grow incredibly horny. What he needed right now was a release for his overwhelming passions. And there was one juicy little morsel right nearby that would be the perfect target for his lusts...

"Well, overall I'd say this is very good news," Simba purred. "Absolutely splendid news, in fact." He turned, grinning toothily at Rafiki. "And you know what, old friend? I feel like this is cause for celebration."

"As do I, Simba," Rafiki agreed cheerfully, both males now eyeing David in ways that made the human boy very uncomfortable. "How do you propose we commemorate such a momentous event?"

Even high, Simba was far faster than David, far faster than any human ever could be. Before the human boy had taken his second step backward, the powerful lion was upon him, roughly bending him forward, and then stuffing the boy beneath one mighty arm.

"I don't think we have to go far," laughed Simba, carrying David over to the bed, all the while roughly mauling the boy's taught, smooth bottom, making David cry out as thick digits teased against and then lightly into his anal ring. "We have a very fine party favor right here. And sent by my mate, at that."

"How thoughtful of her!" laughed Rafiki, clapping his hands, before he picked up the bowl of dream dust, while Simba stopped a shelf on the way to the bed, still holding the naked boy under his arm, to pick up one of the jars of oil he always had on paw for occasions like these. As Rafiki placed a pinch of the dust on the back of his paw and snorted it up, just enough to have his sensations enhanced without getting too out of control, Simba placed David down on all-fours on the bed. The shocked teen tried to crawl forward, only for Simba to easily grab an ankle and haul him back.

"S-Simba!" David got out as the Lion King poured a copious dollop of the oil onto his bum, seating himself behind the boy as his immense fingers forced their way into his rapidly-clenching rump to loosen him up. "Simba, your highness wait! Don't you..."

"I am the King," declared Simba, making David squeak in shock as the muscular lion slapped his bouncy buns, and then seized them firmly in his mighty paws as he positioned himself behind the boy. "And you, David, are the royal slave."

"Simba...wait...wait I...I...Oh! OH! OOOOH! AIIIIIIEEEmmmph!"

With Rafiki's oils glistening on his smooth skin, David felt no pain as Simba's penis plunged into him, right to the hilt, until Simba's heavy balls were slapping against the back of his own. All the same, Simba was not small, and the sheer amount of stretching he was putting David through as he crammed himself into David's butt was something the human boy would probably never get used to, not for as long as he lived. It didn't help that Simba was anything but gentle, his lusts fired to white heat by the effects of the dream dust. If Rafiki hadn't stuffed David's mouth a few moments later, it was likely that the overstuffed boy would have screamed the mountain down as his poor body was overstimulated past all points of human endurance.

"That's right!" snarled Simba, bringing his broad palm down on David's bottom with a loud SMACK! before he was humping the boy like an animal in the throes of the mating instinct, all pretenses of civility forgotten. "Remember your place! You...are here...to...serve!"

Heavy paws mauling his buns, his mouth working on automatic (thanks in no small part to all the training Rafiki had given him) as he fellated the monkey, David trembled between the slashing hips of the powerful male behind him, and the insatiable one in front. They were spitroasting him! Using him like a primitive spoil of victory, a warm, tight body to satisfy their carnal desires, and nothing more!

And, ancestors help him, David loved every moment of it.

They didn't last long. None of them did. They were just too keyed up with lust and need and desire.

"I'm going to cum!" growled Simba, his entire body tense.

"Pull out!" Rafiki cried out suddenly. "Cover his body instead!"

With a mighty effort, Simba yanked his penis free of David's bum with a soft slurping sound. That was all the stimulation David needed, the sudden vacancy sending his body into convulsions that made his cum splatter all over the bed beneath him. At the same time, Simba roared like the king he was as he stroked his royal penis, glazing David's buns and painting his back like the markings of a skunk, some of his seed even splashing on Rafiki's belly as the mandrill grunted softly, filling up David's mouth. Well-trained boyslut that he was, David obediently swallowed every drop of the horny old monkey's sweet essence.

The lion and the mandrill both took a few moments to come down from the height of their pleasure, letting David take a few moments to catch his breath as well. Then the monkey started to ruffle the boy's curly black hair, smiling down at the beautiful, brown-skinned teen who did his best to smile back at the kindly shaman.

"You know," panted Rafiki, reaching for his bowl and wooden straw, "I think our dear David deserves a reward for being such a good sport."

"I agree, old friend," answered Simba, and before David realized just what they were about to do to him, the lion's large hands were lifting him, then positioning him as Simba himself had been positioned only a short while before.

David, of course, was far too spent to even think about resisting. Moaning softly as Simba's hands spread his cheeks wide, David shuddered as the straw slid into him smoothly, painlessly. He grit his teeth, breath hissing through them as he felt Rafiki blow the dust into him.

Then he blinked.

"That's," he began, trying to find the words as the drug almost immediately took effect, hastened along by the speed of his post-orgasmic heart, and his own total inexperience with intoxicants, even alcohol. "That's...."

Vaguely, David was aware of Simba rolling him over, letting him lie full upon the bed. The Lion King's handsome face hovered over him, his eyes shining like crazy diamonds, but only for a moment. Then Simba was going down on David's freshly-awakened erection. This time, his lovemaking was far more gentle, the caress of his hands on the boy's smooth skin tender and loving.

"Simba," David moaned out, his hands stroking the thick star-speckled mane of his king. "Simba, I love..."

Once more Rafiki cut off David's words, this time with a kiss. The human's whole body tensed and bucked as he felt another orgasm coming swiftly, hungrily making out with the mandrill who's face shifted to all the colors of the rainbow. He didn't fight it, didn't even try, and as he sank through the sheets of the bed and into the infinite, sparkling void underneath it, sliding down streams of spiritual energy, he happily surrendered to the ultimate bliss of pleasure-soaked unconsciousness that followed soon thereafter.

*

When David woke up, he was highly confused, to say the least. The first sensation that trickled down into his slow-firing brain was that he was very sore. The second sensation was that he was covered in spooge, from his groin to his chin. That is, the parts of him that weren't painted in a variety of bright colors. A light shift of his body brought new realizations. One of these was that the soreness of his bum was coming in no small part from a butt plug decorated with the feathers of a peacock (from a non-sapient bird, he presumed) splayed out beneath him. Another was that there was a strange scent of almonds and honey on his skin. And yet another was that he was lying in the arms of another male...and that male wasn't Simba!

"Mmm," the painted dog, opening his eyes sleepily to smile down at David. "Hey, kid. You really showed us a good time last night." Then he chuckled, squeezing the boy's butt, making David shiver all over at how this made the plug inside him flex and shift in so many strangely arousing ways. "I have a feeling this is going to be the start of a long and successful relationship."

"What...where...how?" David was looking around, blinking as he saw the obvious remains of a party, complete with a burned-out fire at the center of a scattered pile of sleeping canines whose furs shifted in various shades of brown and black and white, none of them properly dressed, to put it mildly. Then he noticed that they seemed to be resting at the bottom of a wide canyon massive walls rose up to either side of him. The Gorge...

"Relax, kid," Banzai reassured David, giving his cheek a friendly lick. "Us dogs and your king had a little party last night where we worked out a treaty that will benefit both our peoples. To demonstrate his generosity and good will, Simba handed you over to us for a few days as a welcoming present." His pointed muzzle spread into a teasing grin. "Or a cockwarming present, depending."

Slowly, images and sensations from the night before started to make their way back into David's mind. Visions of burning fires, beating drums and wild revelry. Images of lions and dogs laughing, singing and making ferocious love to one another. Scenes of himself being made to pleasure the pussies and tailholes of the wives and daughters of the painted dogs tribe, and him being down on all fours, the canine males surrounding him, as cock after cock after cock was squeezed into his wiggling ass or in between his suckling lips or placed in his hands for him to jerk off.

Shuddering as he felt wild dog reach down to grasp his limp penis in his paw, squeezing and rubbing his softened member, David locked gazes with the canine, his noble features and elegant jewelry marking him as a leader of his people. Chieftain Namadi...

"I hope you've saved some of your strength and passion, boy," the canine grinned, "because me and my tribe are planning to make very good use of your king's gift over the next few days..."

Feeling the hardened dogcock against his thigh, David rolled his eyes heavenward. He'd landed right in the middle of it again, it seemed.

Still, that didn't mean that he couldn't have a lot of fun.