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A Gay Lion King Parody

Chapter 10: The Hyenas' Arms

Sponsored by Johnzaloog

By Draconicon

Simba was in the middle of rutting the wildebeest's ass when he heard the sound of footsteps coming from behind. At first, he thought that perhaps the prey's pack had come back to try and rescue their member, but when the footsteps got louder, faster, he realized that it had to be something else. The prince was in a haze as he turned around, a haze that only cleared partially when he saw that it was his uncle running towards him.

The older lion's black mane spread over his shoulders, fanned backward with how fast he was running, and it was clear, even to the horny Prince, that his uncle had something important to say. Still, he could only slow his thrusts, not stop them.

"Uncle...Scar?" he managed to groan.

"Simba, Simba, Simba...what have you done?"

That deep voice, that slow, almost sultry way of speaking. It was completely at odds with the near-panicked pace that the black-maned lion had as he charged forward. Simba slowed further, stopping his thrusts.

Only then, as he finally went still, did he realize that he had fucked the beast below him into unconsciousness. He hadn't realized that he had taken it that far, nor did he realize that he had pushed the other male that hard. What had he said? He'd stopped paying attention to the words falling from his mouth almost...how long ago now? While he'd still been fucking the wildebeest's mouth, but how long ago had that been?

Looking down at the beast, he saw that the other male's ass had been stretched, fucked so hard that it gaped around his cock, no longer nearly tight enough to get someone off. Simba stared, and stared, and stared some more until Scar called his attention back.

"Look at what you've done. Hunted down some new prey, have you?"

"I..."

"Look at all the marks you left on him."

"Marks?"

"Look, Simba...look..."

And the Prince did as he was told, looking down at the wildebeest.

Sure enough, there were red lines that ran down the other male's body, coating him in little lines of blood. Simba gasped, the stink of it rising to his nose, and he realized that he had marked the wildebeest from chest to hips with scratch lines, his claws having dug in deep. He couldn't believe what he had done.

What...how...

He started to reach down, but Scar grabbed him, holding him by the wrist. He leaned down, whispering to Simba, but he was rough. Rougher than the Prince expected, rougher than his calm voice really seemed to say he should be.

"You're in trouble, Simba. Deep, deep trouble."

"Uncle...Uncle Scar...I didn't mean..."

"I know you didn't..."

"Scar?"

"But your father won't know. Not unless you do what I say."

"But...but..."

"The King is already angry at you. He hasn't seen you for so long, has he? So busy? Or is he just...angry..."

Still in the haze of lust and shock, Simba wasn't thinking clearly, but what Scar said made sense. There'd been days in which he and his father could have had it out, talked about what had happened, but no. All that they'd done was avoid each other, and no matter how many times Simba had tried to make it better, all he got was pushback, to not do what he'd done. Nobody acknowledged him. Not anymore.

And now...

Now he was in trouble. And if he didn't get out of it, he might never be able to be on good terms with his father again.

"What...what do I do?" he asked.

"Go to the hyenas."

"The hyenas? Why?"

"Tell them to send Sarakiba to me. That's all that you have to do."

"But...but..."

"Run, Simba," Scar said, shaking his arm almost as if Simba was trying to run away from him. "Run, before your father looks out and sees us."

The sight of the King, the one that could see all of the Pride Lands. If he was seen now, if his father looked out and saw what he had done -

That was all that Simba needed to be shaken from his trance, and he started running as fast as he could away from Pride Rock, away from his people, away from his uncle. The hyenas were still near the Elephant Graveyard, living there and partway into the Pride Lands as part of the treaty. They were still using Sarakiba.

What did his uncle need with the wanton one? He didn't know, but he knew that he had to obey.

He looked over his shoulder, saw that his uncle was still following him, still running after him, and Simba picked up the pace. He didn't know why, but he was afraid, and he knew that he had to run, run far and fast to get away from it.

And as he ran, his cock continued to swing between his thighs, slapping against his legs and reminding him of what he had done.

In the hyena camp, Shenzi was quite happy with their deal. The feeling of a good, eager lion mouth around his cock, grinding down all the way to his balls before pulling back up to the tip, was a good way to get revenge after putting up with the Pride looking down on him and all the other hyenas for years. He wiggled his toes against the muddy ground, chuckling as he watched the lion groan around his cock.

"Yeah, you like that, don't you?" Shenzi said, grinning as he ruffled the lion's fur. "All the cock you can get, all the hot, juicy hyena ass you can suck. Look at you. Don't even smell like a lion anymore."

Sarakiba - or whatever the lion's name was - looked up at him with eyes that were wild with pleasure, with a need that burned brighter than the sun overhead. The lion had been stained with mud over and over again, his asshole plugged with a bone chunk that kept him from losing seed between rounds, and he knelt in mud that had never quite dried from all the loads that he had taken, and all the dripping that he had been doing.

Over the time that the slut had been in hyena hands, that pathetic little lion dick had stopped working. It pointed down all the time, dribbling pre-cum but never quite rising. It sometimes splattered more, when the vines around the lion's balls were loosed and they were allowed to rise, but that was seldom, the allowances few and far between.

Shenzi slapped the lion's cheek with his cock, chuckling as he lifted one muddy foot and ground it against the lion's balls. The slut groaned.

"Mmm, you don't even need these anymore, do you?"

"Mmmph...no, Hunter..."

"Heh, you almost sound like you want me to take them."

"I...I..."

"You're a broken lion, aren't you?"

"I'm broken. A slut. A bitch. Please..."

"You want my cock again?" Shenzi asked, stroking it a few times, grinding musky goo from the tip and sliding it over the lion's cheeks, marking him again. "You want to get drunk on my cock again?"

"Please..."

"You want it? Beg for it."

"Fuck...Please...I need it...it's...it's life...your cock...your musk, your balls..."

The bound lion had never been particularly prideful, but the difference between the slut that had walked into their camp that first day and tried to handle them with skill and finesse and this bound, broken bitch was night and day. There was nothing left of that prideful creature from before, only the neediness of a little cock slut.

Shenzi smirked, sliding forward a bit, allowing his balls to rest on the lion's nose. Almost instantly, the feline moaned, his cock dripping down to the earth again, a long line of silvery pre-cum running free from the harsh scent alone.

"Yeah, that's what you want, isn't it?"

"Nnngh..."

"You lions love it, don't you?"

"Love hyena...love hyena musk..."

"Yeah, you don't even need to get fucked anymore. You just love the smell."

"Love hyena cock, love hyena balls, love hyena musk..."

There was no real sense left in the slut anymore. There wasn't a point in really humiliating him, either, but the hyenas continued to enjoy it, laughing and cackling at the sight of the bound, broken bitch. Even Shenzi, used to it as he was, laughed out loud at the sight of the lion trying and failing to lick his balls.

"HAHAHA!" He shoved the lion's balls back with his toes, making them swing backwards and almost leaving the slut doubled over. "The King's gonna be so pissed when he sees what happened to you. Wonder what Scar was thinking..."

"Shenzi! Shenzi!"

The hyena head turned, looking back at Banzai jumping over some of the sleeping hyenas. His second in command was grinning from ear to ear, which, as a hyena, wasn't that different, but there was something to the way that he smirked as he came to a sudden halt.

"Yeah? What is it?"

"We got a visitor coming."

"So?"

"So, it's the Prince."

"Heh, again?" Shenzi smirked. "What, he coming for a bit more fun with us and the boys?"

"Well, he's running with a hard-on, and he's got Scar chasing after him."

"...Heh...It's time, then."

Shenzi grinned. He'd known that it was coming soon, but he hadn't thought that it would be this soon. Time for them to go to work.

"Let him in."

"I actually get him this time, right?"

"Heh, you afraid I'm gonna let him fuck your ass again?"

"You let him go pretty hard last time, Shenzi. I deserve that tawny butt."

"We'll see if we have time..."

After all, this was part of Scar's plan. Not one that he entirely agreed with, all things considered. The black-maned lion was being cagey about stuff, and when Shenzi found out about some of his plans with the lions on in the Outlands, it was clear that wasn't the only thing that he was hiding. He'd been very, very careful about what he let slip after that, but Shenzi was pretty sure that they could take care of it.

Banzai leaped over the waking members of their clan, and Shenzi let out a barking laugh. Oh, today was gonna be good.

The young male ran with Banzai past the edges of the camp, seeing his uncle slowly pulling back. Scar stopped at the outskirts of the camp, watching him, and Simba kept remembering what he'd been told to do to stay out of trouble.

Get Sarakiba. Make them let Sarakiba go. Send Sarakiba back.

If he did that, then his dad wouldn't be mad at him. If he did that, then he could do something right, make up for what he'd done wrong.

His head still didn't feel right, so lost in the pleasure of domination that he had almost forgotten what he had done to the wildebeest. Even now, the memories of the red lines that he had left all across the prey species didn't entirely feel wrong to him. Not right, either, but not entirely wrong. They were more...fascinating.

The musk of the hyena camp hit him hard, and he groaned under his breath as he passed through their rough tents, making his way towards the center of the camp just outside the Graveyard. He spotted some of the males sleeping together, their cocks grinding together in their slumber. He saw some of them waking, grinding an ass on a sleeping hyena, and he saw still others sucking dicks and sucking balls.

Then, he came to the center of the camp and saw Sarakiba.

The wanton one lived up to his title, all things considered. Simba stared at the shaved lion, staring at the bump of a bone that had been jammed up that ass. He saw the way that the lion's balls had been tied and pulled down, saw the way that the heavy orbs had been abused, battered, even bruised by the way that they had been handled. Strings of dried cum ran down Sarakiba's back, marking him as nothing more and nothing less than a total slut to all the hyenas around.

There was no more lion scent from the wanton one, no more scent of the Pride. No. There was just the smell of hot, thick hyena, and...

And Simba's dying erection swung back up almost in spite of itself.

"Hey, Prince..."

He blinked, looking up. Shenzi.

The hyena leader sat on a makeshift throne, something that looked like it had been hauled down from the Graveyard. Made of yellowed bone, the throne had been either carved or naturally shaped into a curve, something that allowed Shenzi to lean back with a lounging position that was so much more...relaxed, he supposed. Hedonistic for sure, as that black hyena dick lay flopped over one leg, as those muddy, dirty feet pointed in his direction.

"What brings you back to our humble abode?"

"Scar sent me," he said, panting as he tried to catch his breath.

"Yeah? And what's Mr. Big Shot want?"

"He said for you to release Sarakiba."

"Heh, is that so?"

Simba nodded, the Prince going from one extreme to another. He remembered how it had felt the last time that he'd been with the hyenas, how Shenzi had guided him to a throne and how it had gone with those...those...

He looked down at those stained soles, seeing the wet mud that coated the toes, remembering the squelching, filthy feeling that had given his cock. It had been horrible, and yet, wonderful at the same time. Naughty, wrong, like something that was filthy beyond measure, but at the same time, his cock had throbbed harder than ever.

Even now, his own, cleaner shaft was rising, throbbing, and completely on display to all the different hyenas around him. He could feel them staring at him, their eyes flicking up and down his body, and the ones that had been asleep were waking up and fondling themselves.

"And what makes you think that we'd be giving up our toy?" Shenzi asked. "I mean, Scar gave him to us himself."

"He wants Sarakiba back. Now."

Simba tried to use that tone of voice that he had used back at the Rock, or with the wildebeest, but the sound wasn't there. None of the power was, either. Instead, he almost squeaked as the various males walked around him. The heady scent of sweaty bodies and slick dicks was starting to get stronger and stronger, and for the first time in his life, he felt less like a predator and more like...

Like prey...

Yet, for all that, his cock was still throbbing hard. He still remembered that he was a Prince. And he still remembered what his duty was. Simba stepped forward, making his way to the bound slut.

As he knelt down, Banzai stepped up behind him. One sweat-slick hand grabbed his ass cheeks, and Simba froze in place, feeling them digging in.

"You want this slut back? We need something in exchange."

"W-what are you talking about?"

"Heh, I think you know what I'm talking about. Look at how hard you are, Prince...You envious of this little slut here?"

The very question should have been an insult, but Simba shivered from head to toe as he imagined himself in Sarakiba's position. The idea was enough to make his cock throb, to make him tremble from head to toe, and to leave him dripping. Why? Why was this...he was the Prince. He was supposed to be powerful, not have power worked from him.

And yet, as the big hyena rubbed his ass, he started to imagine what might happen if things went differently this time. He had been on top the last time, had fucked Naka good and hard up the ass. That had felt amazing, but the way that Naka had looked up at him, his bodyguard hadn't wanted it. Not at first. But the way that that stare had gone from fearsome to pleasurable...

Even after being under some other hyena's ass...

What would it feel like, he wondered? What would it feel like to get fucked?

Simba didn't have the chance to think about it for long. His body moved without thinking, untying the ropes that held Sarakiba down, the last of the ropes to be released being the ones around the other lion's balls.

"Go, run," he muttered.

"Nnngh?"

"Scar wants you."

"Scar...Hunter..."

That cleared Sarakiba's eyes, it seemed, though Simba could have sworn he saw an expression of utter terror before the slut went running off. He stared after the shaved lion before Banzai grabbed him around the middle, pulling him back. Simba gasped as he was pulled off his feet, a thick, black cock shoved between his legs, the tip oozing pre-cum against the bottom of his cock.

"What did I say, Prince?"

"Nnngh... You said..."

"Heh, I said that we need someone in exchange. Looks like you just volunteered yourself."

"Banzai."

Shenzi's voice cut through the air, and the hyena stilled. Simba continued to squirm, trying to get out of the hyena's grip, but this time, it was too tight. There was no escaping that. Not right that moment.

"Bring him to me."

"Shenzi, come on."

"Hey, do what I say, or I'll show you what I can do. Scar's not the only one with tricks, you know."

What...what does she...

The threat must have worked, because he was turned and brought to the lounging hyena patriarch. Shenzi looked down on him with a smile, shaking his head.

"Looks like you're pretty needy there, Prince-y."

"Mmmph..."

"Looks like you'd cum in a few seconds if I let you fuck one of my boys."

"Maybe...or maybe...I'd surprise you."

"Hahahaha! Oh, no, I don't think you would."

Shenzi extended one leg, and just like before, the hyena patriarch pushed that muddy sole right up against the Prince's cock.

It was just as badly good as he remembered it being. A good, firm push right up against his cock, pinning it between his belly and that foot, and the mud on the bottom meant that there was a goosh and squish feeling right off the bat. He shivered at the feeling of that wet, messy foot rubbing up and down along the bottom of his cock, smearing it with more and more of that mess.

It was so thick and wet that his cock was soon as dark-looking as theirs, though much more filthy in appearance. He groaned, his shaft throbbing as the other hyenas pushed him down to his knees, lowering him before their leader. Shenzi brought his other foot up, grinding the muck-covered toes against the Prince's chest.

"You liked this last time, remember?"

"Mmmph...I shouldn't have. It's not right."

"Not right to enjoy yourself?"

"Not right for..."

"For a lion to be under a hyena?"

"..."

"Or not right for a Prince to be under someone?"

Squelch. Another messy feeling, this time right along the head of his cock, those muddy toes curling around it, squeezing it, pinching it. Simba clenched his eyes shut, trying to ignore the pleasure that Shenzi was inflicting on him as those feet dragged up and down along his cock, along his chest. Toes pressed against his sides, then under his nipples, then on them. His cock throbbed harder than ever, too.

Yet, there was something else. Something...something wrong. He panted as he felt the hyena patriarch almost seeming to draw something with his toes, pulling them along the lion's stomach and chest. It was like little circles and other patterns, things that felt almost...almost...

Nnngh...

He humped forward, grinding through the sweat and mud on Shenzi's foot, feeling filthy and some part of him loving it. His eyes closed tighter, his cheeks burned hotter, and he whimpered as he felt his shaft throbbing harder than it had in days.

Nnngh...ah...ah...

"Oh, you like that, huh? Well, come on. Show me."

"Mmmph?"

"Open your eyes, Prince-y."

He did, and he found that things had shifted. Shenzi had slid forward on the bone throne, sitting so close to him. Both feet were right on his thighs, now, and right in front of him was a black hyena cock, one that stank of arousal and need, and one...

And one that was pointed right at his mouth.

"You're gonna give us what Sarakiba was giving us, Prince-y. And if you do a good job, then I'll let you use my ass afterward."

"Mmmph...I didn't...I'm the...the Prince. I should..."

"Do you even want that right now?"

Simba opened his mouth to say that he did, that he very much did want to fuck the hyena, that he wanted to fuck this slime right off his cock and all over Shenzi's ass. He wanted to say that...

But he couldn't.

No matter how much he tried to say that he wanted to be the one on top, his mouth wouldn't work. All he could think about was how good those feet had felt on his cock, how naughty and messy this felt, and how curious he was about...other things. Even the heady musk coming off of that cock was starting to mess with his head, making him want things that no prince should want, let alone one of Mufasa's children.

Shenzi grabbed his mane, pulling him forward, and the heat of that shaft oozed against his cheek, grinding in and making him groan. His toes curled in the dusty earth, and his cock drooled pre-cum and mud to the ground below.

"Oh, he's eager," Banzai said. "I'm taking him now."

"Not until he's had his first taste...but you can get him nice and wet, nice and ready."

Simba half-expected to feel a tongue against his pucker, something that would at least let him pretend that he was getting the sort of attention that he deserved back there. Instead, he felt something wet, cool, and slippery. It was more mud, and it was getting rubbed right into his hole, feeling surprisingly smooth as it was ground against his ass.

He gritted his teeth, trying to think of something else, only for Shenzi to drag him forward again, grinding the tip of that dick against his nose, against his lips, forcing him to breathe in that smell again. He could almost taste that thick, hyena funk. It was so powerful, so hot, and it was messing with his head.

Every little push from Banzai's fingers was messing with him, too. He could feel it, knew that it was something trying to get into his ass, but rather than being afraid of it, he was almost curious about it. He wanted to know how it was going to feel, what it would do to him. It was...it was naughty, messy, just like everything else.

Finally, just as he was about to give in and suck Shenzi's cock, Banzai managed to force a finger past his pucker. Simba arched his back, gasping at the sudden intrusion, his eyes going wide at the hot friction that was barely dulled by the cool mud. Yet, as soon as his mouth was open, Shenzi's cock was sliding in.

"Mmm, that's it, Prince-y. Get it nice and wet for later..."

Not having much of a choice in the matter, Simba did as he was told. The thick musk that he had been smelling only got stronger the closer that he was forced down to Shenzi's crotch, the wide-hipped patriarch pulling him in and making it impossible for him to get away. He groaned every time that he felt his nostrils fill with that thick, almost too-strong smell, only to feel his needs inflamed all the hotter.

The finger in his asshole had started painful, but it was getting better. So much better, in fact, making his tail rise up and his cock throb and spit pre-cum all over the ground. He whimpered, trying not to like it, but something about it was setting his ass on fire, his hole feeling more and more eager.

"He's gripping pretty hard. Looks like the prince likes it."

"Don't fuck him too hard. I still want him to get nice and stiff for my ass," Shenzi said.

"Oh, I won't...I'll just fuck him as hard as he fucked me."

The finger slid out, drawing back some of the mud that had been forced inside of him in the same movement. He felt the cool, slippery stuff running down his taint and over his balls, only for another handful of the smooth mud to fall on his backside, smeared in before he felt something warmer grinding through it.

"Been thinking about this ever since you fucked my ass, 'Prince'. Time to see just how well you take it."

He was pushed forward, hands on his hips and a stiff cock about to slide right up his ass. He groaned under his breath, feeling the heat growing stronger as the thick thing pressed right against his hole. The only thing that distracted him from it was the heady scent coming from Shenzi's balls...

And the little teasing touch of the patriarch's foot against his cock. Simba looked up, a whimper escaping him.

"Heh, you want some distraction, do you?" Shenzi asked.

"Mmmph...mm-hmm..."

"Mmm, looks like Prince-y has a thing for feet, huh?"

Simba hadn't even thought about that before this, but the more that he felt them down there, the more that he wanted it. The taboo of it, the way that it felt so wrong and yet so right, the way that it kept him from thinking about everything else that was going on: it felt like the only thing that would let him keep his mind. He sucked hard on the black cock in his mouth, trying to give a signal with his mouth that he really needed it, that he really wanted it. Shenzi rubbed his head lightly, chuckling before nodding.

"Alright, Prince-y. I'll give you something..."

It was as good as he could have hoped for. Having the little bitch-prince on his knees before him was a dream come true for any hyena, but for Shenzi? This was something that he had been hoping to see for a long time. Ever since he'd learned the little magics that he'd put to use on the prince's chest and down his stomach, the little marks that inspired the heat that was running through the lion now, he had been hoping to claim someone powerful with them. Who would have thought that it would be the Prince of the Pride Lands?

He brought both his feet together, feeling the slight gush of pre-cum that met them as he held his soles against the Prince's shaft. It was hot and hard between his soles, and getting harder the further that Banzai pushed into him. Clearly, the young man wasn't quite ready for the pleasure that he was getting, but that didn't mean that he'd get any mercy from it.

That's it...take it...take some hyena cock and learn to love it...

The Prince was slowly bobbing along Shenzi's cock, his own shaft thrusting forward and humping between his attentive soles. He could feel just how much he needed it, how much he was focusing on his cock between her feet than anything else that was going on. Particularly as Banzai started to push forward.

Shenzi heard the soft 'pop' of that cock sliding into the Prince, and more to the point, he felt it as Simba started shivering around his cock, a little tremble, a little vibration that ran up and down his shaft. He smiled, reaching down and shoving the Prince's head down still further, ensuring that it was all the way down at the base of his cock. Little gags followed, but nothing that was that dangerous, and certainly nothing that discouraged him from using the lion as the slut that the little symbols on his stomach made him want to be.

Heh, he's got a better mouth than the other one. The little bitch wants it pretty bad...

Shenzi started rolling his feet, grinding his heels against Simba's cock head before dragging the shaft between his arches again. The soft squelch-pop-squelch that the mud and pre-cum made down there was rather hot. Messy and hot, the way that hyenas loved it.

It was even messier and naughtier further back with all the mud that Banzai'd needed to heap on the Prince's ass, using it to get a dick just a bit too big into a hole just a little too inexperienced. Yet, the sight of it, the slick gray-brown that ran down the lion's legs, the way that Banzai's cock made such a sexy slurping sound every time that it pulled out of the Prince's hole, the way that the Prince's body shook to take it? Sublime.

The hyena patriarch leaned back a bit further, both to allow himself to reach out with his legs a little bit better and to start thinking about how it was going to feel to let the lion put that dick to work. It was a little bit on the small side right now, but there was more he could do than just turning people on.

Much, much more.

Get into it, Prince-y, he thought. Learn to love those hyena dicks, because that's all you're going to get for a while. And when you're used to them, you're not going to want any other species. Hyena cock, hyena feet...and my fat hyena ass...

Oh, the things that Simba would learn under him. Shenzi could already imagine what he would do with this Prince, how he would make sure that the lion was completely devoted to the various hyenas around him. A good few lessons would embed the craving for hyenas good and deep inside of him. And when they were done? When Scar and Mufasa eventually passed, and the Prince took the throne?

Well, it was always good to have a back-up for the time of the hyenas if Scar decided to turn on them...

The End

Summary: Simba, lost in his own head in the power of domination, is pushed by his uncle to embrace a different power for a bit, and goes off to the hyenas.

Tags: M/M, M/M/M, lion, wildebeest, hyena, Shenzi, Banzai, Simba, Scar, Lion King, The Lion King, TLK, foot fetish, mud, anal, oral, blowjob, musk, sweat, submission, corruption, mind control, need, arousal, erection, pre-cum, bondage, rule 34,