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A Gay Lion King Parody

Chapter 7: The Hyenas' Games

Sponsored by Aurolin

By Draconicon

Simba was deep into Shenzi's ass when he was aware that the patriarch of the hyenas had stopped pushing back against him. Oh, the weight of that plump rump was still on his face, but it was no longer pinning him against a bone throne. Someone must have come up to the throne and -

"Mmmph..."

He took another breath, and that hot, sweaty musk of ass filled his nose again. The hyena's soles and toes continued to draw along his thighs, and he groaned under his breath as he arched his hips forward, half-thrusting, half-moaning from the feeling of those soft, muddy feet against his cock.

"Mmmph...mmm..."

Another breath, another, reminding him of how good it felt to be under the hyena's ass, reminding him how much fun he could have right then and there. He slowly stuck out his tongue again, rolling his head to the side as he was slowly pushed back again. His muzzle was lodged nice and firmly between those gray-furred ass cheeks, a tail wagging slowly over the top of his head.

He felt good, and right, and nice and happy...

His cock throbbed between his legs as he kept huffing at the soft musk around that hole, his tongue dragging through fur that was wet with sweat. He dragged his tongue along that pucker, a prince licking a hyena. Who would have thought? Not him, and certainly not him right at that moment.

Lick, lap, suck. He leaned in, wrapping his lips around that pucker, sucking on it gently, getting a moan from the patriarch that was sitting on his face. Simba shivered, panting under his breath as he took in that raw, naughty taste. It was so different from the taste of sweat along the cheeks, clean, but with a bitterness to it.

It had that taboo behind it that everything that the hyenas did had. He felt...good. Good, slutty, horny -

"Get your ASS off my PRINCE!"

And then, he heard something. A voice. Familiar.

Who...that...that...

A face rose up through the back of his mind, and he had a name. Naka. His bodyguard. His companion. His sometimes friend, recently...something else.

Naka.

And he was a prince. Not a seat.

Simba mewled, then growled, forcing his attention through a haze of fog that felt like it had wrapped his head in smoke. He pushed, at first weakly, and then with more strength, able to push Shenzi's rump off of his face. The hyena chuckled.

"So, you have a little willpower. Okay."

The hyena slipped off of him, falling back into his chair. Those big, dark feet landed right back in his lap, though, and the lion couldn't help but groan in pleasure as they went back to rubbing his dick.

"So, we have a visitor. One lion, two lions...three lions," Shenzi said, gesturing down at Naka, who - Simba belatedly realized - was being held pinned between two other hyenas. "Well, now, if I didn't know better, I'd say Scar was getting soft on me."

"I'm not here because of Scar. I'm here to get my prince back," Naka said.

"You? Trying to get him back? Who says he even wants to leave?"

"He does, if he knows what's good for him."

Naka looked him in the eye, and Simba slowly pulled himself back from the strange trance that had been settling over him. He didn't know what was going on, still didn't, but he knew that Naka wouldn't have followed him here for nothing. Glancing down at those dark, muddy feet on his cock, he slowly pushed them back. Shenzi didn't fight him for it, either, the patriarch chuckling as he sat up straight again.

Still, Simba wasn't sure that he wanted to leave. Scar said that this was important, that he would learn something from this. But...what?

Looking from Naka to Sarakiba, he saw that the wanton one was still pinned in the orgy of hyenas, getting fucked from all sides and obviously loving it. There wasn't the slightest hint of disdain or complaint. If anything, Sarakiba seemed to be screaming for more somewhere between all the different hyenas around him.

Simba reached up, rubbing his forehead.

Mmmph...

"Simba! Get down from there!" Naka shouted. "Come on, this isn't right! You're not supposed to be here. We're not supposed to be here."

"Says who? Father?" Simba snorted. "Not like he cares."

"Says the rules."

"I'm the prince. I can make my own rules!"

Simba realized that he'd stood up, and he wasn't sure when he'd even done it. All he knew was that he had jumped off the bones, feeling almost an instinctive surge of anger, a need to defend himself, what he had done.

And Naka stared at him with mouth wide open. Simba slowly looked down.

He was surprised at the mud on his cock and along his thighs, but more than that, he was surprised that he could understand what it was. They were bits of ritual marks, things that Rafiki did from time to time for the King. Yet...this was different. This -

His cock throbbed, and he groaned under his breath, his shaft twitching up and down. The prince's balls churned, too, getting heavier, feeling needier. Shenzi's hand rested on his ass, squeezing it as he gritted his teeth.

"Yes, that's it. Feels good, don't it?" Shenzi asked.

"What...what did you..."

"Consider it a gift," the older hyena said, chuckling. "A gift to show you the power of the hyena people."

Simba's cock was throbbing harder than it should have been, particularly after he had jammed it down Sarakiba's throat and blown his load only an hour or so ago, if that. He could feel the need emanating out from his balls, running up through his body like a raw heat that was getting stronger by the second. His cock felt like it was getting stiffer, like the veins in the side were popping out and begging for attention.

His balls, too, were swelling, churning. They dropped by an inch or so, getting heavier, thicker. He grabbed them, huffing.

"What...are you trying to turn me into..."

"HA! As if we could get away with something like that. No, 'Prince', we're not looking to break ya." Shenzi chuckled. "We're looking to 'help' ya. Give you something to let you understand how we work."

Simba didn't know how this was supposed to do anything like that, considering that he could barely think, that his needs were getting stronger than ever. Were hyenas feeling this all the time? The need to rut or be rutted? It was...it was...

Intense...

He looked down at Naka, only to see that the hyenas had shoved his bodyguard to the ground, holding him down, pulling his legs up and back over his head. Simba could see his friend's asshole, particularly as the hyenas reached down and parted the cheeks, holding them apart for him.

"You like that, boy?" Shenzi asked, reaching over and stroking his cock for him.

"Mmmph..."

"Yeah, you like it."

"What..."

"I'm showing you what you want."

The hyena patriarch walked him down the bones, marching him right up to that tight little butt. He couldn't take his eyes off of Naka's rear end, not until he was brushing up against it, not until he was pressed up against his bodyguard, leaning over him, looking down at that face and the other lion's feet pulled so far up.

"Go on. You know you need it. And this bodyguard needs to learn his place, don't he?" Shenzi asked.

"He...he..."

"Simba, you - mmmph!"

Naka was gagged right then and there, sat on by one of the other hyenas. It was impossible for Simba to tell what his bodyguard was trying to say from under that ass, but he knew one thing. It wasn't a legible thing to tell him to stop.

And with his needs rushing through him like this, that darkness was rising. The darkness that told him to dominate Naka, to take control, to push the lion down and use him until he was utterly broken to service. He could feel his cock throbbing, even...even growing a bit, half an inch longer, then an inch. Not much more, but enough to show how mighty a cock it was.

Break...use...rut...

Simba leaned forward, resting his hands on Naka's chest. His fingers twitched, spread, running along the other lion's nipples. Yes. He could...he could have his fun...and then Naka would realize who was prince...and who was bodyguard.

Naka was in musky hell, and he didn't know how to get out of it. He grunted under that fat hyena ass, trying to turn his head this way or that, but pinned to the ground as he was, all he could do was stare straight up at the pucker that was waiting for him.

He knew that this was how some of the lions pleasured each other, but they were lions. They were clean. These hyenas were anything but.

Mmmph. You fat freak. I swear, I will rip you apart when this is done. I will teach you to disrespect a lion. I will -

"MMMPH!"

Suddenly, he felt the tip of Simba's cock not just against his ass, but sliding in. He could feel it getting stiffer, harder inside of him, forcing his hole open. Naka tried to bring his legs down, but he was restrained by no fewer than three hyenas now, all of them with better leverage than he had.

He gritted his teeth, wanting to bite against the hyena's ass cheeks, but he knew that would only get him in deeper trouble. As it stood, he could only lie there, taking it, feeling that barbed cock working deeper and deeper into his ass, opening him up and -

"MMPH!"

Going further than it should. He was dry, and Simba was dripping, and it was barely enough to deal with that size of a dick sliding into him. The fact that Simba was playing with his chest, pulling on his nipples, only made it worse. He huffed and puffed, trying to ignore the way that his cock was unwillingly getting harder and harder.

The feeling that fat prick pushing into his hole kept coming back, rising up to the top. Past the musky butt on his face, past the feeling of those claws pulling at his nipples, past the rough hands holding his ankles and keeping him from kicking, he kept focusing on that hard dick going deeper and deeper. He wanted to think of anything else, but -

The prince is claiming me...

That same shivering sort of thought that had hit him while they were training with Sakabi hit him again, sending tremors down his spine and making his cock hard. He tried to deny it, but it kept coming through, like a shadow falling over his mind.

The prince is claiming me. I'm too weak to fight back. He wants a bitch...my ass...my ass...

Naka whimpered, moaning despite himself as his ass was invaded, as his hole was being turned inside-out by that stiff prick sliding forward and then pulling back. It was so big, so powerful, that he didn't know how to take it.

And it was breaking his hole. He could already feel himself getting looser in response to the big thing, feel it opening him up.

Nnngh...have to...have to...

Give in...

No, no, just...hold...

He gripped at something, anything, not caring that they were the stiff pricks of the hyenas holding him down. All that mattered was that he had something to hold onto, even if those somethings were thrusting against his hands and spitting pre against his sides.

Simba was almost completely lost in the rut, thrusting hard into that hole. He could feel Naka bending, breaking beneath him, see that stiff prick slowly rising up. He had never beat Naka in a fight, but now...now he was beating his bodyguard.

"Mine...fuck...fuck, but this ass...this ass is mine now..."

He ground his way in slowly, feeling that pucker stretch, feeling Naka arch his back against the ground. It didn't matter. He was growling under his breath, taking what belonged to him now, and he loved it.

"You were always so...so uptight...sticking to mom's rules...to the way that things were supposed to be done...well...well, guess what...I'm the prince...and I can make the rules, too."

With a hard smack, he made Naka tighten up again, if only for a few seconds before he pulled out again. He stared at that gaping hole, saw the damage that his cock had done, and it only made him harder.

Grabbing hold of his friend's hips, he slammed in again. HARD.

Mine...he's going to be mine...for real this time...

In, out, in, out, in, out he thrust, his hips sliding back and forth, his balls swinging forward and back with each thrust. He could feel their weight now, their need, and the mud was beating its own patterns onto Naka's legs.

Mine...mine...mine...

He felt the dark, desperate need to possess his friend, needing to hold him down, to take him, to show that he had some pride himself. That he was the prince. That he was strong, too, and had his own needs and his own abilities.

No more losing...no more holding back...

"Cum, 'Prince,'" Banzai said, slapping his ass. "Cum in that ass and let's keep this show rolling."

Simba did as he was told, but not in the way that he was told. Instead of cumming in that ass, he pulled out. He dragged his cock back slowly. Instead of ramming in and creaming that hole, he held his cock between his fingers and stroked his thumbs down his barbs, teasing the head of his cock.

And that, that was enough. He went over the edge with a low roar, cumming hard, spraying his bodyguard from asshole to taint to balls, all the way up to that twitching cock. Every shot that he sprayed, he used to mark Naka.

"I...won," he muttered.

"Heh, what was that?" Banzai asked.

"Nothing," he said, turning to the hyena. "Heh...bend over."

"Wha?"

"You heard the prince," Shenzi called down. "Bend over for him."

"H-hey now, I didn't say that I'd -"

"Do it." Shenzi smirked. "Or I'll do it for him, and I'm bigger."

Simba was still just a bit out of it, but even he could tell that Shenzi wasn't lying. He had seen the size of that male's testicles when he'd been worshiping that ass, and he knew that there had to be a huge dick to go along with it. It was no surprise that Banzai leaned against a nearby rock, exposing his asshole.

There was something...something off, he knew. Something that shouldn't have been happening right then. He could have figured it out if he had time, but seeing the hyena lean forward, seeing those slightly chubby cheeks getting pulled apart and that hole getting exposed...

Fuck...fuck...

The prince leaned forward, his cock throbbing up to life again as he slapped it against that pucker a few times. Banzai grunted in complaint, but didn't pull away. He just reached back and parted his cheeks a bit further.

"Alright, 'Prince', get it over with."

"Heh, show a little enthusiasm, Banzai. He is a guest."

"Yeah, but he ain't fucking your ass, is he?"

"You're just annoyed he'll probably make you cum."

"What the fuck you sa-aaaaaaaaaaaaay!"

And that was when the prince slammed in. That tight pucker was definitely not used to dick, but it was squeezing down on him just as hard as Naka's had been. Simba growled under his breath, grabbing Banzai's hips properly and set to rutting. His eyes were already rolling back in his head, his cock throbbing with need, but also hitting him with some pretty extreme sensitivity. If it wasn't for the fact that he felt compelled...

He slammed in, out, in, out, in, thrusting so hard that his balls felt like they were slamming into the hyena's pair every time that he hilted. If there were complaints coming from beneath, he couldn't hear them. All that he heard were the grunts, the mutters, the growls that came from the hyena, and nothing more.

In, out.

In, out.

He moaned under his breath, driven by a compulsion that he didn't understand. That dark urge to dominate was there, but it was also warring with something else, something that pushed him to just cum. Cum and spend his seed. Cum and spread it around. Cum. Cum. Cum.

He was a frantic rutter, leaning forward and almost whimpering from the half-pleasure, half-pain that he was getting from his dick. In and out, in and out, always sawing in a bit deeper, always pushing his cock that little bit further to try and hit something that he hadn't touched yet, leave his mark a bit deeper in the hyena.

And most of all, to cum.

Cum, cum, cum, like a dumb little beast, was the command that was running through his head, something that he was unable to stop. He moaned under his breath, shoving his cock so deep down Banzai's asshole that he swore that it should have been going out the other end. Forward, back, forward, back, that command pushing him to get off as fast as possible. His cock hurt. His cock felt amazing. It was a constant shift in pleasure and pain.

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Naka was slowly coming out of the haze that the fucking had put him in, but the musk from the hyena's sweaty ass on his face was still there. He groaned as he was allowed to roll onto his side, feeling the prince's cum running along his ass cheeks, along his cock and balls. He didn't know why, but he knew that was better than having it in him. He felt like...like something would have happened to him if he'd taken the load inside.

Think...think...

It was so hard to think, so hard to do anything at that point. He was so fucked up, so stretched, so...

Feels so good...

He was in his own little afterglow, somehow, and he didn't know how to handle it. Groaning, he turned his head this way and that, trying to find Simba. Eventually, he did, balls deep in a hyena.

Nnngh...

That was wrong. That was so wrong. The King, the Prince, they both had their powers. The King's were greater, but the prince...the prince could...

Think...what...what is it...

Whatever it was, he knew that he couldn't let Simba finish. He had...had to stop...

Moving. Moving was so hard, particularly since he couldn't feel anything below his waist. That fuck had been so far past amazing that there weren't words for it, leaving only his arms working properly. He rolled onto his side, then his stomach, dragging himself across the rock.

As he did, he watched, staring at his prince as the other male hammered away at the hyena. He could just make out the hyena's own throbbing cock, see the way that it was pointed down, twitching. It drooled pre-cum, and cum, and it was clearly oozing like mad from the hard fuck that he was getting.

Naka felt a small bit of vengeful pettiness, and smirked.

But that didn't stop him from dragging himself along. The more that he crawled, the more that his head cleared.

Can't let him do it. It's a binding.

Every agreement made between the Pride and the other people of the kingdom was sealed with royal seed. If there had been a deal made, if Shenzi had been dictating terms...oh, the things that could have been done...oh, the things that could be made to happen.

Gotta...gotta...

Naka was right behind the prince when Simba finally arched his back, thrusting deep one more time. He could hear the squelch, squelch, squelch sounds of a thick load being pumped down the pipe, and he knew that it was too late. The prince had been pushed over the edge, emptied his load in the hyena.

...Damn it...

"Well, well, well, glad that we have that sorted," Shenzi said, clapping his hands with a chuckle.

"Says the one that didn't get bum-fucked..."

The cum-filled hyena slid out from under the prince, and Naka could see that Simba still wasn't quite himself. Dragging himself upwards, he grabbed the prince by the tail, pulling himself up like a kitten climbing a wall.

They were surrounded by hyenas, though. No matter how much training they'd had with fighting, there was no way in hell that they were going to get out of here. Even with Sarakiba keeping a good chunk of them busy, they weren't going to be able to get out with his legs being fucked and Simba being so drained.

And then, someone else arrived.

"Attention! Make way for the royal messenger!"

The hyenas cleared a landing strip all of a sudden, and Zazu came in for a landing. The bird dusted himself off with a grunt and an indignant hmmph as he hit the stone, flicking his wings back and forth.

Swishy and prissy as ever, Naka thought, rolling his eyes.

"I'm here to announce that King Mufasa is on his way," the bird said, turning in place and crossing his feathery arms. "So you better have a good excuse if you plan on taking this any further."

Naka had to admit, he hadn't expected that.

Looks like banana-beak isn't so useless after all.

Despite the news, though, the hyenas didn't show any signs of backing down. If anything, they seemed confident. Too confident.

Naka looked up at Shenzi, and the patriarch chuckled. He wiggled a finger, and several hyenas grabbed hold of the brightly-colored bird, dragging him up the bones and stones to the leader of the hyenas.

"Tell me, featherhead. I've been wondering for a while. You just have big tail-feathers, or do you have a big butt to match 'em?"

"...I...you...sir, I cannot see how that is an appropriate question."

"Heh, you will. Turn him around."

Zazu yelped as he was whipped about, the hyenas numerous enough to hold him up so that Shenzi could grip his ass, giving it a few smacks before wobbling them apart again.

"Yeah, that's a nice ass..."

...We're in trouble.

Zazu was rapidly pinned under Shenzi, and Naka could already tell that the hyena patriarch was in the mood to rut that bird good and hard. Whatever that one had gotten out of Simba must have been pretty damn amazing to risk damaging the king's messenger.

They were surrounded, but the hyenas weren't moving in. If anything, they seemed to be waiting, waiting for something to happen.

But what?

Simba finally started snapping out of whatever had been done to him when he heard his father's roar echo over the Elephant Graveyard. He jerked, startled, feeling fragments of hardened mud falling off his thighs in the process.

What? Huh?

But there was no answer as the lions came rushing into the graveyard. The hyenas leaped backwards, jumping onto the skull-homes at the rear of the open area as the lion warriors lunged forward. It was a rapid retreat, he realized, but not far. Not completely.

His father walked in, the earth flattening before his feet. The older lion was followed by Scar, the black-maned male a shadow to the king of the Pridelands. His father was a sun, his uncle the night that followed.

"Shenzi," Mufasa said.

"Hehehe, long time, no see," the hyena patriarch said, chuckling. "What brings you here, hmm?"

"You have my son. What have you done with him?"

"Nothing that you wouldn't want done, hehehe."

Simba could barely remember what had happened, at first. He knew that he had done the right thing by bringing Sarakiba here to deliver a message, though what that had been, he didn't know. Then he had fucked Nala, after getting a footjob from Shenzi. Then he had...he had...

He blinked, slowly turning back to the hyenas as his father walked up beside him. He could just make out Banzai sitting by Shenzi, and the grumbling male had already pulled his legs up, spreading his ass cheeks to show the seed oozing out of him.

"He just made a deal with us, King," Shenzi said. "And a damn good one, too."

"..."

His father turned to face him, and Simba mumbled, trying to find words. Shenzi laughed.

"Oh, don't look so coy, Prince. You made a deal. A deal to bring us into the Pridelands and give your old man some peace of mind."

"...Simba?" Mufasa asked.

"I...I guess?" the Prince said.

"The peace of Scar and Simba," Shenzi said, chuckling again. "He delivered it, and sealed the deal himself. And you were here all ready for war, weren't ya, you paranoid old lion?"

Shenzi barked with laughter, as did all the other hyenas. Simba couldn't remember anything that he had said, and barely anything that he had done, once Shenzi had gotten his paws on his cock. The feeling of that footjob had been surprisingly intense, and what happened afterward...

What did I say?

He couldn't remember. Sarakiba had said that Scar had sent him to deliver a message, too, and so had Shenzi, but he didn't remember giving one.

Yet, there was his seed dribbling out of Banzai's ass, and he knew, by royal tradition, that that was the way to seal a deal. If Shenzi claimed that there was one, then there was no going back without extreme negotiations.

And he knew his father wouldn't like that.

The lions looked back at the king, then at him, and then back to the king for orders. Mufasa didn't say anything at first. He looked back at his brother, at Scar, and then back at Shenzi. He tapped his chin, and Simba could feel his father reaching through his magical connection to the land.

He doesn't believe them, Simba thought. Or...does he not believe I could do it?

Before that moment, Simba would have been completely on his father's side. The hyenas had to have been pulling some sort of trick. They were saying that he'd done something that he couldn't remember doing, and...and...

But they'd been thorns in the side of the Pride for years, since before he'd been born. Simba knew that. Naka knew that. Every lion in the Pride knew that. The hyenas had been raiders, refusing to join the kingdom because it would have meant that they would have had to settle down and act like the other meat eaters, only taking their share rather than feeding their gluttonous, hedonistic urges.

Mufasa had stopped trying when Simba was still a child, considering it impossible. But now, because it had been done by Scar and him, it was suddenly something that had to be fake? It wouldn't just be luck?

Or that he might be good enough to deserve more of the king's attention?

The ache that had come when he'd been on top of Pride Rock with his father and had known that the king was searching the land, refusing to stop working even when they were supposed to be spending time together, came back with a vengeance. He swished his tail back and forth in anger, growling.

It snapped his father out of it.

"Simba -"

"You don't think it happened, do you?" he asked.

"...It hasn't happened for generations, my son."

"So, what, it couldn't happen now?"

"You are young. You don't -"

"No, it's just because it came from me and Scar, isn't it?"

His father didn't deny it, not immediately. Simba shook his head.

"Just because I'm not king yet doesn't mean I can't do things. Just because you argue with Scar doesn't mean that he can't be helpful. He knows things. He's been offering to teach me."

"...What has he taught you, son?"

"Nothing yet," Simba said. "But he made this happen, and I helped. Maybe I should listen to him. Maybe -"

"Simba!"

Naka shook him, and it stopped him from saying something that would have been completely unforgiveable.

Maybe Scar should be king.

He had almost said that out loud, almost believed it with how he felt. What was worse, he could tell his father knew that he had been about to say it. Simba shook his head, sighing before turning away. He didn't even know what his father felt there; he had been king for so long, less of a person and more of a living force, that he didn't know if his father still felt anything.

And then, Shenzi cleared his throat.

"Heh, sorry to break up this little love-fest, but I'm sure that the king wants to know the terms of this little...deal."

"...Yes. Let's talk about that, hyena..."

And just like that, his father was back to dealing with everything else but him. Simba sighed. More of the same.

The End

Summary: Simba and Naka get a rather hard use among the hyenas, but is there a deeper thing behind it?

Tags: M/M, M/M/M, facesitting, rimming, musk, face-sitting, face sitting, lion, lion king, simba, shenzi, rule 34, rule 63, series, anal, barbs, domination, corruption, foot fetish, mud, orgasm, cum, creampie, hyena, banzai,