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A Gay Lion King Parody Chapter 4: The Dark Side Sponsored by Johnzaloog By Draconicon

The pride was always slow to wake the morning after a hunt, but Simba and Naka had been away from the gorging feast and were swift to heed the call of the sunrise. The young lions pressed back against each other, a wordless good morning as their spines and tails touched, and then rolled to the side.

They tiptoed through the assembled, sleeping lions, both of them wearing nothing but grins, the grace of the morning lifting their shafts as they walked among the other lions. Simba smirked, going so far as to run his fingers along his member as they moved between the sleeping hunters, making sure to keep Naka's eyes on him.

That, of course, turned into a tease from Naka in return. His bodyguard smirked, flaunting his larger balls, rolling his hips just enough to make it clear that he wasn't challenged by the morning wood at all.

Step by step, their teases got worse and worse, until they were both hard and dripping. More than one shaved hunter got a droplet of pre-cum on their face as they walked along, and by the time they left the deep den, they were both very pent-up.

"Tease."

"You know it, Simba."

"Not like you were immune."

He grabbed Naka's dick, squeezing it, and his bodyguard did the same to him. They lunged for each other, pressing together until their cocks were grinding against one another. Chest to chest, cock to cock, they grinned at one another.

"You just wait. When we start training, I'm finally gonna teach you a lesson," Simba whispered.

"Oh? Are you finally gonna pin me, then? That'll be one to one million."

"I'm not going to be behind for long."

"Heh, we both know who's really going to be on top..."

Balls to balls, now, Naka's heftier sac competing with his slightly bigger dick. They ground on each other, pale lion, gold lion, huffing and puffing the more that they touched each other.

"I'm gonna be king. The king's always on top."

"You're not king yet. Until then...watch your butt."

"And you watch yours."

"Simba. Naka."

And just like that, they split apart, as if they hadn't been doing anything at all. The naked lions even went so far as to start whistling as Sakabi drifted out of the darkness, the shaved lion shaking his head.

"Today starts your training. I don't remember saying that you could start without me, though."

"Sorry, 'mom.'"

"Yeah, sorry," Naka added.

"No harm done, this time. Let's go outside."

The three of them followed the smooth stone out of Pride Rock, leaving the various dens behind and taking them to face the sunrise. The glowing red-orange of the sun illuminated all of the savannah around them, and cast everything in a golden glow. It was a beautiful sight, even all the way out to the edge of the Pride Lands.

To Simba, even the darkness that was the elephant graveyard had a sense of beauty to it. The darkness that it cast made everything else that much brighter, that much stronger, that much better. Whatever that was, it seemed to have a purpose, too.

The three naked lions settled on different parts of the outstretched rock that looked over the savannah. Simba sat on the very edge, while Naka and Sakabi took a seat together a bit further back. He barely paid attention to them, instead looking out at the land that he would eventually rule, kicking his legs back and forth as he tried to focus on that, instead of...

Instead of the dream.

He didn't want to think about it, but it was impossible to forget the feeling of heat and darkness, the warmth and pain and pleasure that all came together into one. He could still see the afterimage of red being consumed by black at the back of the cave wall, and the feelings that it left him with.

Simba had never imagined hurting someone for pleasure until he saw his uncle doing that very thing. The way that Scar had pushed the zebra down, the lines of red among black and white that his uncle had left on the prey animal...

The hard-on that the zebra had had for being treated like that...

The excitement that he'd felt at imagining that sort of power over another...

He glanced over his shoulder, watching his 'mother' and his bodyguard talking to each other. For a moment, he imagined them bowing for him the way that they would do for his dad if Mufasa ever wanted Naka under him along with his chief concubine. Then...

Then he imagined taking it further.

He imagined them on their knees, but with painted marks on their ass cheeks. He imagined their holes plugged, their mouths turned up in the same smile that Sarakiba made, a wanton thing as their minds were drained away by the pleasure that he inflicted on them...by pain turning to pleasure...

By his power...

Simba felt both sick and aroused at the same time merely thinking about it, and he had to shake his head and look away. His cock was hard from more than just morning wood, now, and he didn't know what to think about that. This had to be wrong...didn't it?

Nobody hurts someone else for pleasure, right? he asked himself.

Those like you and me...will find pleasure in domination...

Scar's words echoed in his mind again, and he shivered again. The idea of taking that sort of control should have been horrifying, but he couldn't help but wonder how it would feel. Being king, having that sort of command...

The prince had to force himself not to think about it, or the opposite, which was just as terrifying. The idea of someone else being above him, of surrendering that control to someone else, was almost as intriguing. Not as immediately arousing or inviting, but to consider one, you had to think about the other, and -

His cock twitched again, a little droplet of pre-cum rolling from the head down to the base. Simba shook his head, getting to his feet, the rock warm under his soles.

"Are we gonna start?"

Naka and Sakabi looked up at him, both of them with the same raised eyebrow. He waved at them, gesturing for them to get up.

"Come on. I want to get started. You started without me yesterday, so, I need to catch up."

"That's a bit new for you," Sakabi said. "Why are you so rushed?"

"I just want to learn this."

Naka arched the other eyebrow, obviously not believing him, and he knew that there was no way in hell that his 'mom' was going to believe that he was just wanting to learn something. But what was he supposed to say? He was freaked out by the dream he'd had, and he just wanted to get a distraction? Yeah, like they were going to believe something like that.

However, Sakabi did get to his feet, shaking his head. The shaved lion stretched his arms overhead, his own shaft slowly fading to a soft state under the warm morning sun, his fur gleaming over smooth muscles.

"I guess it's as good a time as any to start. The rest of the pride will need to hunt soon, but we should be able to cover the basics by then."

Gesturing for Naka to step forward, Sakabi positioned them so that they were facing one another. The older lion even went so far as to give them both a few helpful strokes down below, though there was a look of concern when Simba didn't need it. The prince shook his head, just trying to ignore it.

Sakabi stepped back, standing a few paces off.

"Until now, you learned how to fight with your body. Fists and feet, punches and kicks, claws and teeth. That's how you defend your life. Now, you will learn how to protect your sense of self. Your sense of power."

"Like anyone could stop me from being a prince."

"If they did the right thing, Simba, you would renounce being a prince without even being asked," Sakabi said.

Simba blinked, whipping his head around to look at his 'mom'. He had to be joking, but no. Sakabi was not smiling, not even slightly. The prince turned to Naka.

"It's true. He told me about it last night," his bodyguard said.

"What are you talking about? That's impossible."

"Not if you know what you're doing. And not if you have someone that can strip your mind from you."

For all that this was brand new to him, Simba couldn't miss the way that his 'mom' seemed rather distracted. The way that the lion kept pausing, kept seeming like he was about to look over his shoulder, was not like Sakabi at all. The king's chosen concubine should have been more confident, present, there with them. There should have been less of this feeling of fear in the air, and Simba...

Well, he didn't like it. He didn't like it at all.

Shuffling his feet a bit, he looked back at Naka. His bodyguard was definitely more serious than before, the joking around that they were doing forgotten. There was only a sense of purpose, now.

What happened? What kind of lesson is this?

"Is this something that I would have learned from Rafiki?" he asked.

That finally cut the tension, and Naka laughed out loud. Even Sakabi cracked a smile, shaking his head.

"Not really, but you should still go to your lessons. They are important."

"Yeah, but not important enough if this is the first time I'm hearing about this. What are you talking about?"

"Well...let's see..."

Sakabi tapped his chin, but before he could speak, Naka took the lead. Simba's bodyguard stepped across the rock, grabbing him by the dick, squeezing it. Just like that, the prince grunted, thrusting forward.

"You see how I took control like that?" Naka asked.

"Mmmph. Yeah."

"If someone else grabs you, they could do that, too. And there's people out there that know how to pound you for more than pleasure. They know how to use you until your brains are squirting out your dick, and you'll do anything that they say. That's what Sakabi told me, anyway..."

"..."

Simba remembered his dream again, remembered that feeling of pleasure, pressure, pain, and power. The sensation had been present even after he woke up, but he hadn't been able to put the feeling that came with it into words until right that moment.

Brain squirting right out your dick...

That was how it had felt, as if thought had been pushed out, as if individuality had been claimed, as if...as if someone had been changed. Simba bit his lip at the thought, only to be dragged right back to the waking world as Naka gripped his dick that much tighter, giving it a squeeze that almost hurt.

"AH! Let go!"

"Heh. Just making sure you're still here."

"Didn't have to make it hurt."

"Your opponents will do more than make it hurt, Simba," Sakabi said. "They will make you want it to hurt."

"Are you going to teach us how to do that?" Naka asked. "I want to know how to do stuff like that. It sounds funny."

"No. That's not the point of our lessons today. Nor will it ever be. To teach someone how to inflict pain, to corrupt others to obey through pain as pleasure, is a dark thing. It is not the way of the king to do something like that.

"What you are going to be learning is how to defend yourselves against that sort of thing. You will learn how to hold onto your sense of self, your mind, and not give it away to the predators that wander the savannah. After that, I'll teach you how to fight back, and how to use pleasure properly, rather than the way that they would do."

Simba knew that something was going unsaid, and he had a bad feeling that he knew what it was. Ever since he brought up what Scar had done...

His uncle was not a good person. Everyone around Pride Rock knew that, and everyone in the Pride Lands knew that. Regardless, his uncle had his supporters, and there were many that seemed to throw in with him. Never enough to put him on par with the true king, but enough to make it clear that getting rid of Scar would cause some long-lasting damage.

And there were times when his uncle was useful. Several predators - the crocodiles, for example - had only come to the lions and submitted when Scar had gone to talk to them. They'd refused to speak with Mufasa, but they had allowed themselves to meet with his uncle.

What was said and done, nobody knew, or if they did, they hadn't told him. All he knew was that his uncle had done something that nobody else could.

"We'll start with seeing how well you can dodge each other."

"We're not actually fighting though, right?" Simba asked.

"What's the matter? Afraid I'll knock you on your back and then have my fun?" Naka asked.

"No, I just want to know the rules."

"Nah, you're just scared I'm gonna win again."

"That's not - mom, come on."

"You aren't trying to knock each other down. Just take control of the other. You are allowed to try anything that you know will make the other feel good." Sakabi smiled. "I trust the two of you know each other well enough for that."

While they hadn't exactly been sex buddies in the same way that they were bound by duty and obligation, they certainly knew that. Simba shook his head as he looked at his pale-furred bodyguard, thinking about the different places he could try.

His nipples have always been a bit sensitive, and those balls...Cock's obvious, but maybe...

There were various things he could try, but he knew that it was going to be hard to get a grip for more than a second or two. Naka had always been the better grappler, and he had a bad feeling that this was going to go that way really quickly. He'd need to be a bit more slippery than usual.

Or...

Hmmm...

"Begin!"

Naka lunged for him, and Simba jumped back, his cock slapping against his belly as soon as he left the ground. He threw his weight with a flick of his tail, managing to turn it into a spin that brought his leg up in the air.

"No kicking!" Sakabi said.

"I'm not!"

And he wasn't; instead, he was thrusting his leg out, aiming for the little bump that was just barely pushing through Naka's fur. He managed to grab it between his toes, giving it a pinch and a twist.

Just like that, the other lion gasped, pulling back from the sudden stimulation. It gave Simba a chance to land, a chance to leap forward. He didn't need to grapple with his bodyguard, he realized. He just had to be faster, had to give enough distractions to get close.

So, he swept between Naka's legs, managing to use the tuft of his tail to flick over those heavy orbs. His bodyguard slumped forward slightly, covering them just a second too late to combine it with a tail grab, and Simba managed to make it to the other side.

He spun, running his hands up Naka's legs, teasing his bodyguard's butt. It was a nice one, too, bubbly and firm with muscle. Naka gasped again, and Simba leaned in close, running his hands up his bodyguard's hips, then up his chest, right back to the nipples. This time, he was able to get to them properly, pinching and pulling both at once.

"Ah. Ah!"

Naka gasped, arching his back, shivering and pushing his ass back at the same time. Simba could feel its warmth against his shaft, but rather than it being Naka trying to make a counter-attack, it was like his bodyguard had been genuinely surprised by the sudden attack to his chest. It was like his cocky friend had suddenly been rendered completely helpless to him, just by a simple burst of pleasure.

His hesitation to take it further cost him, though. When he didn't do more, Naka managed to turn, swinging his leg out. Simba went down with a yelp, thumping onto the rock. He groaned, managing a half-roll to get on his back, but Naka was waiting. His bodyguard stepped forward, pressing his foot down on the prince's shaft -

"Ah!"

A gasp was ripped from his mouth at the pressure on his cock. Shivering softly, he gritted his teeth, particularly as Naka spread his toes a bit, sliding his sole down along the prince's shaft, working towards the base, and then back up again. The feeling of the clawed toes on either side of his shaft was...well, to put it bluntly, incredibly pleasurable.

And it reminded him of what Scar had done to the zebra.

He saw it again, the sight of the zebra's shaft pinned under Scar's foot, the head going more and more bloated, the shaft abused. Yet, the prey had stayed there, waiting, allowing more to happen to it.

Why?

He didn't understand, but he didn't need to. He just needed to...

What can I do? He's got me pinned...

Unless...

Huffing and puffing, Simba smiled at Naka. It was a gamble, a trick, but he'd seen it work before. Maybe this would work now.

"You like to serve your prince that much, do you? Look at how hard you are, rubbing my cock with your foot."

It was nothing more than a passing comment, something that he'd done half-expecting to be laughed at, but Naka blushed almost immediately. The paler lion pulled back slightly, almost like he was trying to prove a point, but it was enough.

Simba leaped up, putting them face to face again. He leaned into his friend, his hands on Naka's chest. He ran his claws through the fur, finding the little pleasure buttons again. As soon as they slipped between his fingers, he pinched them, squeezing them and giving them another twist. His bodyguard arched his back, thrusting forward, cock oozing again.

"That's it...that's what you like, isn't it? This is what you -"

"Simba. Stop."

Stop? But...but he was winning. Why would he -

"Stop!"

The king's chosen came between them, pushing Simba to one side and Naka to the other. It wasn't until they were separated that he realized that his bodyguard was shaking, cock throbbing up and down, but body shaking as if they were in the grip of a fever. For all that Naka had always won in their battles with the body, this...this was something new.

Simba took a shaky step back, unable to believe his eyes. As Sakabi helped the bodyguard down, making him sit, the prince fought the urge to collapse where he stood.

What...what did I do?

He'd started to do what Scar had done, he realized. Rather than keeping it merely a game of pleasure, a way of dodging around to see just who could avoid getting hit in the first place, he'd turned it into a game of who was in control. As soon as he was on the losing end, he tried to embarrass Naka, to put his friend on the back foot, to turn it into a thing of...

Of domination.

A shudder ran down his spine. The very thing that they were supposed to learn to defend against, he'd started using. Without even meaning to do it, he'd done it. Simba shook his head again, taking another step back -

And he almost tumbled off the side of Pride Rock. He jumped forward again, managing to save himself, but managed to land on Sakabi's back. That, in turn, had his cock pressed right between his 'mom's' ass cheeks.

They all stood there, frozen, nobody wanting to be the first to move, nobody wanting to be the first to say something. Simba held his position, not daring to move, not trusting himself about what he was doing. He could end up thrusting forward, could do something wrong, could be...

Could hurt Sakabi. Could do what he did to Naka.

I have to stop. I have to...

Finally, Sakabi lowered his hips just a little, and that was enough for Simba to pull back. Before his 'mom' could say anything to stop him, he was running. Not off the Rock, but back, around it, behind it.

His dad was going to be busy this early, and there was only one other lion that knew what was going on. Sakabi's shouts for him to come back went unheeded, and Naka was still too shaky to follow him.

Not that they would. Not back there.

Sakabi hissed under his breath as Simba ran down the path to Scar's quarters. He didn't like the idea of the prince going to talk to the king's brother, but the golden lion had too much of a head start. Without leaving Naka behind, there was no catching up with him.

I'll just have to trust Sarakiba.

The idea of trusting one of the wanton ones was not an appealing thought, but considering the other option, one that would reveal how much he didn't trust the dark lion, it was the only one available. Not only would any information stop flowing if Scar found out that Sarakiba was an informant, but the wanton one's life would be in danger, as well. No. Better to just wait, and hope.

Besides, Naka needed attention now.

Kneeling beside his son's bodyguard, Sakabi stroked the pale lion's face. He leaned down, brushing his forehead to Naka's, and gently petted him.

"It's alright to be who you are," the lion muttered. "There is no shame in pleasure. No shame in being beneath another."

It was part of the path back. Those that used the darker style of domination - like Scar, and apparently, like Simba - were able to push others down through shame, through humiliation, through pain. It became pleasure to the other person, and that meant that they wanted more of it. To be reminded of where they belonged, to be made to remember the shame again.

Until you were broken to that, though, the shame was pain, and it could be treated as pain, through comfort and other ways of relieving it.

The lion bumped his head against his student again and again, gently butting heads, gently bringing Naka back. Little comforts, little whispers, pulled the other lion back to the surface again, reminding them of equality, of being good. Shame faded, and confidence seemed to return.

Eventually, Naka was able to sit up, and Sakabi supported the younger lion. He petted the bodyguard's head, helping him get to his feet.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah...that...that was weird."

"It was something I hadn't expected."

"Huh?"

"Simba shouldn't have known how to do that."

"Oh, no, not that. I meant him winning. That was weird."

"..."

Sakabi shook his head. Considering the rivalry between the boys, he supposed that should have been expected. At the same time, he knew better than to think that it would be settled just like that.

If Simba picked that up from watching Scar just once...

Even when he and Mufasa had been cubs, there'd never been a question about his eventual mate going to the dark side. Mufasa had been powerful enough in the gentle style, in domination through pleasure, for there to never be a question of needing the other side. Yet, even if he had been...

Sakabi remembered their lessons when they'd grown up. Mufasa had been more diligent than Simba, but he had never been able to figure things out that quickly. Even Sakabi, for all his skills in the bedroom and on the hunt, had never pieced together how to work his strength over another like that.

It shouldn't have been possible, but yet, it had been.

I need to talk with the king. Soon.

"Naka."

"Yeah?"

"I need you to follow Simba. He's going to Scar, now -"

"Scar?! We gotta get him back."

"Not yet. Scar won't make a move yet." Not in front of witnesses. "But he might convince the prince to do something stupid. I want you to wait for him to come back, and then follow him. Do you understand?"

"Well...yeah, but why not just stop him in the first place?"

"There's reasons. Trust me. There are reasons."

Reasons that he couldn't talk about. Reasons that he was afraid of. Reasons that he needed to talk to Mufasa about before things got any further out of hand. And reasons that he hoped that the king would listen to.

"Just...do what I say, and take Zazu along. You can send him back to get me if things go badly."

"Do you think they will?"

There was no doubt in his mind that they would, but Sakabi couldn't just say that. Despite everything, Naka had just recovered from a direct assault on his own sense of self, his own self-worth. Simba had opened a door that had not been ready to be opened, and while it had been shut again, it wouldn't take much to send it flying open once more.

"Maybe. I need you to watch and be sure, though."

"Alright. I can do that."

"I know you can."

Embracing the younger lion, he sent the hunter and warrior down the path. Waiting until Naka was out of sight, Sakabi pressed his hands to his muzzle, pressing down on his own face until he was on the verge of cracking something.

This is not how it was supposed to go. Scar was supposed to be the king of the night, Mufasa the king of the day. We were supposed to make it work...

Instead, Mufasa had grown distant, consumed by the power of the king over the land, becoming less of a person and more of a fountainhead of power. Scar had never been given the chance to rule that he had been promised, and Sakabi was stuck in the middle.

Nothing ever goes according to plan...

Simba slowed as he rounded the back of Pride Rock, as much for second thoughts as the need to be cautious.

This was a risky thing, particularly considering how his uncle had been behaving lately. The zebra had been burned into his brain, and the temptations that he'd been feeling ever since had him both a bit sickened, and...

Well, considering he was still hard as could be, more turned on than he wanted. The prince didn't want to enjoy this, but there was some part of him that liked the idea of that much power.

And the fact that he had finally beat Naka for the first time ever...

If it hadn't been for the way that Sakabi had reacted, he wouldn't even have known that he had done something wrong. It had been all in fun, and surely there was nothing wrong with that...

Or at least, that's what he had thought.

Scar knows what he's doing. Maybe I can trick him into explaining it to me, so I can stop.

Simba stumbled more than once on the uneven rock that led to the back caverns, the shade keeping the stone cool under his feet in a way that no other part of Pride Rock felt. Even the chill did nothing to make his erection go down, though, and the prince couldn't help but feel the fantasies burning in his head. The dark ones of ruling others...and the equally dark ones of being ruled.

The shivers didn't stop, and were still going when he heard the movement in the dark up ahead. A black mane on red fur slowly turned, and Scar chuckled as Simba approached.

"Why, if it isn't my dear nephew, paying me a visit...What kept you, after our little encounter in the rocks?"

"I..."

Simba paused, seeing another shape in the shadows. Someone else was here, visiting his uncle? That was rare. He lifted himself up on his tiptoes -

And saw Sarakiba. The wanton one was gasping for breath, leaned out on a rock, lines of red across his back and his hole oozing with seed. His cock hung down low, not merely weighted down by rocks, but tied to a boulder, so well tied that a single false move could rip or even remove his sheath and sac.

Yet, for all that, Sarakiba was panting, gasping, moaning to himself, pushing his ass back towards Scar, lifting his tail.

"What...what did you do?" Simba whispered. "I've never seen him -"

"Merely what he wished," Scar said, chuckling, running a finger around the lion's stretched pucker. "It's not hard to see what they want, once you learn how to see it."

He couldn't look away from Sarakiba. This wasn't the lion that he was used to seeing. This wasn't the proud whore that the pride could use at any time. This...this was someone else. This was someone...

Someone that had broken...and enjoyed it.

"Mmm, Simba. It seems I might have been wrong about you."

"What?"

Scar gestured down, and Simba looked at his cock. It was still hard, starting to drip.

"Maybe you are ready for something like this, after all. Domination calls to you."

"I...that's not..."

"Ah, you have questions?" Scar chuckled. "Then ask, nephew...and I will answer."

The End