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A Gay Lion King Parody

Chapter 11: The Pride's Allies

Sponsored by Johnzaloog

By Draconicon

Mufasa was pulled out of his meditations on the Pride Lands as his brother and another lion stepped into the deep chamber. He turned his head, his mane bouncing ever so slightly, only for his eyes to widen as he stared at Scar's companion. Sarakiba, one of the wanton ones, the one that had chosen to stay with the hyenas.

He instantly regretted allowing it as he saw the shaven one. The lion had been beaten with rods and reeds, and Sarakiba's ass was marked with claws and handprints. Mud had been beaten into the fur, and the feline's shaft hung down low, pierced through by a bone and weighted by a rock to the point of utterly ruining it.

Sarakiba was the picture of a broken lion, someone that nobody could be allowed to see without completely ruining the image of the Pride. Mufasa shook his head, slowly turning to Scar.

"What happened, brother?" he asked.

Scar glanced at the wanton one, and for once, his brother's face wasn't twisted in one of his mocking sneers, nor his smirks of superiority. If anything, the dark-furred lion looked like he felt...sympathy.

If anything could have stirred it, though, it would be this. Mufasa repeated his question.

"What happened?"

"I think it would be better if he told you himself," Scar said, stepping back.

"Your...Majesty," Sarakiba panted, shaking his head. "I'm...sorry. So hard to...think..."

"What happened?" Mufasa asked again.

"I need...please...just..."

The wanton one looked down, and the king of the Pride Lands knew what was going through Sarakiba's mind. He had seen it in others that had fallen so far, though this was by far the worst cast. The king nodded, sitting down on his throne, spreading his legs. The other lion fell to his knees, crawling forward and burying his nose against the king's sac. Mufasa shook his head, gently running his hand across Sarakiba's head as he looked back at his brother, hoping for some context.

Scar gave him none. The slender lion crossed his arms and shook his head, instead. There were no -

Mufasa stiffened, and not just below the waist. He felt something in his connection to the Pride Lands, felt something on the very edge of things. He closed his eyes -

"Simba. Where is Simba?" he asked, his eyes clenched shut.

"With them," Scar said.

Two words, two little words ripped his eyes open again. Mufasa stared at his brother, struck dumb with so little. His son, his prince, at the mercy of the hyenas? How? Why? What had -

Sarakiba was just starting to slide forward, opening his mouth for cock, and Mufasa gripped the slut-lion by the ear. Sarakiba looked up at him.

"Tell me everything," the king said.

And the tale came free. The torments of bondage, the constant ass-rapes, the way that the hyenas forced Sarakiba to lick their assholes and their feet: the living nightmare of sexual service that the lion had been put through was laid bare. Mufasa listened to the recollections of everything that Sarakiba had gone through with his face passive and his heart burning with rage.

This was unacceptable. The treaty with the hyenas had allowed them some parcel of land within his kingdom, and this was how they thanked him? They treated one of his Pride like this, to use them and then -

The stories got worse. Other species were allowed to visit, to see just what the hyenas were doing. Sarakiba told him of elephants and more that had seen the suffering that he had gone through, who had been allowed to take part by fingering him, preparing him for hyena cock. There were those that had been merciful, those that had taken the time to make him comfortable and slippery so that it wouldn't hurt so much, but it was always so little compared to what would be done afterward. The lion broke down during the telling, falling into tears.

Mufasa shook his head. He could hardly believe it, save for the fact that he had seen parts of it. As he looked over the kingdom, he had peered into the new hyena lands. He knew that they had used Sarakiba, and the stories that the lion told him now matched with bits and pieces that he'd seen through his link with the kingdom, but this...this level of torment was not what he'd expected.

"How did you escape?" he asked, barely keeping the rage out of his voice.

"Simba," Sarakiba managed to wheeze. "Simba rescued me."

"...Where is he?"

"He...the hyenas took him...and he took my place..."

If Scar had left him scared, and Sarakiba's treatment had left him enraged, the confirmation that Simba had taken her place and was being treated the same left him in a fury. Mufasa barely contained himself, slowly pushing the wanton one from his crotch as he got to his feet. He trembled with utter rage, his hands clenched at his side as he left the former prisoner behind.

"Brother?" Scar asked.

"Summon our allies. This requires...attention."

"Are you suggesting war?"

"I have not suggested anything. Yet."

"...Ah. Then I suppose I must give my counsel, for a change," Scar said, the dark-maned lion shaking his head. "Must we do this?"

"Brother...do as you're told."

"...Yes. Of course. Your Majesty."

His lanky brother bowed and left the chamber, leaving him alone with Sarakiba and his own emotions. Mufasa shook his head, closing his eyes as he reached out through his connection with the Pride Lands. He could see anything that he chose, anything that the light touched in his kingdom. Hear it, no, but he could see it, see what had happened. He could see anything in the present, and in the recent past.

He looked over the sun-touched grasses, following his son from Pride Rock. He watched as Simba found a wildebeest, and then -

He stared in shock as his boy rutted the beast, completely dominating it to the point of pain through pleasure. The sight of his boy doing something so against what he had been taught was horrifying. It must have come from the hyenas, some corruption that Rafiki had missed during their exam afterwards. This was not his son, and now -

He saw his brother, saw Scar coming into the picture. His brother had followed the prince, tried to stop him, but Simba ran. Ran with fear, it seemed, towards the hyenas. Scar chased after him, almost like his brother was trying to stop the prince, trying to stop this before it could get worse.

For once, my brother understands the situation...

He followed his son through the past into the present, where the prince was among the hyenas. Simba freed Sarakiba, only to be caught himself, smothered and -

Mufasa pulled himself from the rutting images that his power brought him, only to find that the wanton one had crawled back to his side. The smaller, leaner lion reached up, stroking his thigh, rubbing his balls gently.

"More?" Sarakiba asked.

"...No," he said, shaking his head as he stepped away. "Go find Rafiki. Rest and recover."

"What are you...what are you going to do...Your Majesty?"

"I'm going to get my son back."

As ordered, Scar summoned the various tribes and packs and clans that ran through the Pride Lands. They all swore their allegiance to the Pride and knew him as their king, and Mufasa expected them to be ready to help him. They had never been called upon to fulfill their oath of service to this degree before, but they knew what the terms were. They lived in his kingdom. They abided under his protection. They were allowed great freedoms, in exchange for their loyalty.

Scar had called them, and now, he would direct them.

Mufasa stood on the edge of Pride Rock, looking down at the elephants and crocodiles, at the antelopes and the wildebeests. He saw the cheetahs and the vultures, the giraffes and the warthogs. They were all there, all looking as if they didn't know why they were summoned.

"My subjects...today, we go to war."

The simple statement created a furor among his subjects. They turned to each other and whispered, muttered, grumbled at the idea, and he had to roar to regain their attention.

"Silence!"

They gave what he asked for. Mufasa gestured towards the edge of the Pride Lands, towards the ancient graveyard.

"They have taken my son. They have abused my people, against the terms of the treaty. I allowed them the chance to make a place for themselves, but all they have done is abuse my trust. Today, I call upon you to push them back, to remind them of the cost of betraying a king's faith.

"Today, we go to war. We take my son back, and we shall push Shenzi and his people back across the border, where they belong."

"Brother, if I might interject?"

Mufasa and the gathered species at the base of the rock turned as Scar walked up the raised stone. He growled, unable to imagine what his brother could want to say now that was more important than going after his son. The dark-maned lion stepped up beside him, and for a change, did not whisper. Instead, he projected his voice, making it impossible for the other species to miss what he had to say.

"It is important to get the prince back, of course. But must it be done through war?"

"They've declared war with what they did to Sarakiba. They will not be allowed to do that to Simba."

"Yes, yes, I know. But you have all but sentenced them to death by calling so many to your cause," Scar said, gesturing at the assembled tribes. "They will be outnumbered many times over. What is to keep them from being exterminated?"

"If they will give up my son, this need not come to war."

"But they -"

"They started this, brother. I will have my son back. Now, step down."

"Brother -"

"Step down!"

He roared the words, something that he had not done for years. There had been peace, tranquility, confidence, gentleness in his words in all that time, but the situation had him so on edge that he couldn't keep to that as he imagined what was happening to his son. His prince. His heir.

Scar backed down, bowing his head as he stepped out of sight. Mufasa turned to his people, only to find the tribes staring back at him with shock and - here and there - disapproval. He marked them out in his mind, but there was no time to deal with that now. Simba had been caught hours ago, and that meant that there was no time to waste with diplomacy.

"We leave. Now."

Simba was on his back, his arms and legs held pinned against the ground by the hyenas as Shenzi pushed his ass back against the prince's face. The smell of mud, of sweat, of cum and cock, were hot in the air, and he couldn't help but breathe in the heady smell of musk that came from the hyena's ass. The patriarch was all but sitting on his face already, and Simba groaned every time that he had a reminder of the sheer potency of that ass. His cock twitched, throbbing hard as the hyenas held him down.

"That's it, Princy. Get a good breath of it before I put you to work again."

The prince groaned, his head spinning. His cock had been teased so many times, flicked and even kicked around by the hyenas all around him. His asshole oozed with Banzai's cum, dripping into the mud beneath him, and his toes curled as those dark gray ass cheeks pressed down against the tip of his muzzle.

"Go on. Breathe."

He did, and the hyenas laughed.

"That's it, Princy. You love hyena smells, don't ya?"

"Heh, look at his dick. Dancing for Shenzi's ass."

"Yeah, looks like the prince is in for it."

"Least he's got a dick worth riding. Shenzi's gonna love that."

Some part of him knew that he should have been humiliated, but all he could think about was how good this felt. The only thing that compared was the pleasure that he got from being in charge, from the darkness that he had embraced while using that wildebeest, when he had been on top of Naka, and -

No, no, those were horrible times. Evil times, dark times. This was...this was the good time. He didn't have to think about it. All he had to do was do what he was told, and he would be okay.

Shenzi sat on his face, rounded ass cheeks pressing firmly on his muzzle, parted by his nose and lips as he was shoved right up against that pucker. It was wet, already licked a few times, but he licked it again for a refresher. He groaned at the hot, bitter-salty taste that clung to the flesh down there, shivering as his cock throbbed all the harder. The prince arched his back, thrusting into the air, feeling his cock stiffening even more than usual.

What's wrong with...with me?

The question had come up several times, always with the worry that he was losing himself, but then he would feel the musk, the pleasure, the utter comfort of not having to think and worry sliding up around him, and he would forget again. Some part of the prince's mind knew that the same thing would happen soon, particularly as he kept licking the hyena's asshole, but he still thought it.

What's wrong with me?

He was the prince. He shouldn't want this, shouldn't want anything to do with this. The prince of the Pride Lands was supposed to be a figure of power, of dignity, someone that would be on top of others. That was the way of things, not this. Not this deep, dark emptiness of pleasure and -

"Mmmph!"

A muddy foot pushed down on his cock. It didn't push it down against his belly, but rather down between his legs, dipping the head into the muck around him. The discomfort of it being pulled the wrong way was strange, yet hot, at the same time, almost like that muddy foot was teaching his cock a lesson.

What could be learned from that? That his pleasure was not his own. Simba groaned, huffing against that twitching pucker in his face.

"Mmm, that's it, Princy. I think you're ready, now."

Shenzi stood up, and Simba gasped at the sudden fresh, half-clean air that filled his nose instead of more of that ass musk. He coughed, trying to pull his head on straight, trying to see what was happening in front of him. It was hard, considering how much his head was spinning, but he could just about make out that lovely, rounded hyena ass straddling him. The cheeks were just above his cock, and that pucker, wet and shining, clenched over his tip.

"Nnngh..."

"You better give me a good ride, Princy. My ass is too good for most dicks; let's see if yours is good enough for me."

He had a front-row seat to one of the most erotic displays he'd ever seen. That black-fleshed pucker pressed down on the head of his cock and slowly pushed down even further, opening up, parting, allowing the head of his cock to slowly slide in. He was coated in mud down there, slick slime that allowed it to go in without that strange heat-pressure that he had gotten from fucking others raw in the past. This was...this was slippery, slimy, wet, nasty, messy...

And it was awesome.

He groaned as he felt that tight hole sliding down his cock, going all the way to the base before Shenzi started rolling his hips from side to side. That loose hole tightened, clenching until it puffed out just a bit around his shaft, and Simba gasped at the feeling of the inner walls pulling along his cock, milking him already. The hyena patriarch laughed.

"Ha! What's the matter, Princy? Too much for you already?"

"Nnnngh...mmmph..."

"Heh, well, you're not shooting. That's a start."

He was keeping himself back by the skin of his teeth, though. The feeling of that tight, clenching pucker around his cock was making it all but impossible to think of anything else. Any desire to run, any desire to try and squirm free -

Clench. Simba gasped, arching his back against the mud again, thrusting against that firm, rounded rump. He panted for breath, his balls pulling up just a bit, then sagging back down into the mud.

"Mmm, that's it. Just focus on that. It'll be so much easier if you just focus on my ass, Princy."

Simba hated that little nickname, but focusing on that pucker was all he could do. He watched with strange fascination as Shenzi started sliding up, pulling his hips all the way from the base to the tip again. The squelching sound of all the mud slathered over his crotch made it much naughtier than usual, and he could see the dark gray muck running down his shaft as Shenzi made his way all the way to the head.

Then, wham! All the way back down in less than a second. Simba gasped for breath, but the hyena patriarch had already picked up the pace, going harder, faster. Each time that they connected, that hard slam reverberated through him, shocking him. His balls bounced up without him having to thrust, the impact was so powerful.

In, out, in, out his cock went. No, up, down, up, down Shenzi went.

He's in charge. The hyena's in charge.

It shocked him to think that, but more than that, it shocked him to think it and not be utterly offended. Lions were in charge of the Pride Lands; they always had been, and they always would be, and no other species would take that from them. Yet, at the same time, he couldn't help but think of Shenzi as the one completely in charge at that moment, and he panted for breath as the patriarch kept bouncing on his cock, taking it deeper every single time that big butt slammed down on his shaft.

The hyena's in charge.

The thought popped into his mind again, and Simba moaned as he gritted his teeth. His claws curled into the muddy earth, desperate for something to hold onto as Shenzi rode his cock harder, faster, pushing him to hold onto something just to keep from cumming his brains out. His eyes were closed tightly, but he could still see that ass in his mind's eye, still see that muddy hyena rump slamming down on his cock. It was almost like he was being consumed by it, as if it was changing him.

The lion prince moaned, feeling hands, fingers, feet, toes rubbing along him. Mud stains pushed into his fur, along his chest, over his legs. He felt some of them drawing along his soles, leaving something behind. Some patterns? Something?

It didn't matter. One of the hyenas leaned down and gripped his balls, pulling them forward. A lick, a little lap -

"Nnnngh!"

And he almost came. Almost. The only reason he didn't was because Shenzi suddenly slid all the way up and off his cock, leaving him throbbing and twitching with an embarrassing need. He kept his eyes clenched shut, still shivering, still panting.

"Open your eyes, Princy."

"Nnngh..."

"Open 'em, see how good this looks..."

Feeling Shenzi's ass cheeks pressing against his cock, he knew what he'd see when he opened his eyes, and he didn't want to tempt himself. He knew that he'd see those beautiful, bouncy ass cheeks pressed against his cock, the shaft sandwiched between them, throbbing and dripping like mad. He knew he'd see how much he was enjoying this, something that he didn't want to admit.

Claws gripped his balls, and he gasped at the sudden sharp pressure.

"Open your eyes, Princy. Come on. You know you want to."

He did. He really did, and that was the problem. That little part of him that knew that this was a bad idea was doing its best to hold back from giving in any further. No more hyena commands, no more -

"Mmmph...ah...ah..."

The pressure on his balls got worse, and he knew that he didn't have any real choice if he wanted to keep those. The royal balls, the royal sac had to be preserved. He opened his eyes.

He couldn't miss Shenzi's lovely ass pressed right against his cock. It gripped his cock right above the base, keeping it pinned between the cheeks, and it rose right up along the space between before the head bumped against the base of the patriarch's tail. Messy cum slime oozed out of his cock, staining fur, but that was nothing compared to the mud marks that had been left everywhere.

The imprint of Shenzi's ass had been left in his fur, staining the golden, tawny stuff in his crotch gray-brown, and it made him look like he'd been ridden all day long. He looked up at the sun, and he realized that he'd been fucked for at least an hour. He'd been fucked and ridden and worse for at least an hour, and he still wanted more, somehow.

The patriarch of the hyenas looked over his shoulder, chuckling. Simba blushed.

"Heh, what's the matter, Princy? Want back in?"

"Mmmph..."

"I can fee how hard you're throbbing, Princy. Come on. Just say how much you love my ass, hmmm? You like it."

"It's dirty. It's a filthy -"

"What's wrong with getting a little dirty?"

One of the hyenas leaned in, a cock flopping over the prince's face. Pre-cum dripped down onto his nose, adding to the musk-stink that filled the air, the sweat-smell that was impossible to escape from. He moaned under his breath, fighting the urges that were coming to him, the way that his cock throbbed and 'popped' with veins on either side. He could feel just how stiff he was getting.

"Nnngh...mmmph..."

"Just say it, Princy, and you get to have it again."

"Mmmph...I don't...I don't..."

"You don't want alllll this?"

Shenzi shifted his position, moving forward a little. He brought his big feet up, pressing them to either side of Simba's cock, all while straddling it and facing away. That big ass pressed right against the head as muddy toes rubbed along the base, stroking him, teasing him, keeping him stiff and oozing.

This wrong, wrong, wrong!

And yet his body was begging for more. His cock wanted to be back in that ass. His balls wanted to blow their load in that tight hole, that milking hole, that eager, happy to please hole. He shivered as he felt Shenzi's ass pressing against his tip again, almost sliding down, but not quite. He couldn't thrust up anymore, not with that position, not with the hyena's feet pressed against his cock. His toes curled, his eyes rolled back.

"Ah...ah..."

"Just say it, Princy."

"I...I want..."

Don't do it, some part of him whispered.

"Yeeees?"

"I want...I want your ass..."

"Why do you want my ass?"

"I want it...I want it because it's so...so..."

"Hehe, come on, Princy, admit it. Admit how much you want my muddy, slippery ass..."

Another stroke, another tease, and Simba broke. He moaned out loud, reaching for Shenzi's hips, pulling the patriarch back against him. His cock throbbed hard as it finally slipped back inside, and Shenzi chuckled.

"That'll do, for now. You're lucky you're cute, my big-dicked prince..."

Simba barely heard what Shenzi was saying, too focused on that hole, too eager to be ridden again. As the patriarch started bouncing, he drifted into that happy, horny place that barely heard anything, that didn't want to think, that didn't care about whether the hyenas were in charge or not. All that mattered to him was the feeling of that pucker around his cock, and the way that it was squeezing his cock and milking him for more.

Shenzi grinned to himself as he let the prince hammer at his hole. For all that he was teasing Simba, he wasn't joking about the fact that the prince had a good dick. The lion wasn't as hung as some of his boys, but that didn't mean that he didn't have a respectable tool down there, and the feeling of a lion was something of a novelty.

It also provided the perfect opportunity for the hyena to gesture here and there for the rest of his people to mark the prince's fur. Most of the mud splatter was just that, splatter, but here and there marks were being made through it. A little red mud through the gray and brown, stuff that marked him and reminded him of how good hyenas felt. No need to use that dick except on hyena ass. No need to hesitate to embrace hyena naughtiness and nastiness.

Rafiki and the king were not the only ones that had power. Shenzi had learned this a long time ago.

He kept riding, bouncing, rolling his hips, giving the prince a good, long tease. He could have made Simba cum at any point, and there were times when he was tempted to, just to enjoy that lion dick pulsing and squirting inside of him, but he held back. It was more fun to keep it going, to show the prince how good he had it here.

At least, until it was time to move on to the next part of their little charade. Speaking of which -

"Hey, Shenz!"

Banzai walked up, his wet dick slapping between his legs as he brought a rather dizzy-looking antelope up to them. Shenzi kept riding, not slowing down even for a second as his cock flopped up and down between his legs.

"What's this?"

"Message from Scar, apparently."

"Heh...he does love to use his toys..." Shenzi rose right to the tip, rolling his hips from side to side, keeping Simba so deep in his own pleasure that it would be all but impossible for the prince to hear what the antelope said. "What's the message, prey?"

"It's time."

That was all that the antelope said, and it was all that the prey species needed to say. So, they were already moving up, were they? That meant that it was going to be rather rough pretty damn soon.

Not nearly enough marks on the prince to keep him completely under, but it'll have to do.

Shenzi slid up, popping Simba's cock out of his ass. Much as he'd prefer to keep enjoying himself, he needed to take charge if they were already at this point of the plans. He pointed at three of the hyenas.

"You three, go and open the barricades. Make sure that it looks like an accident, something that they could do. Then come back here. Banzai, keep fucking Princy, here, make sure that he's nice and out of it."

"Heh, can do."

"The rest of you..."

The hyenas looked up. They all knew what was coming, and they weren't entirely happy about it. None of them were, what with the risk of everything. Scar had told him that there wasn't that much risk, that the other lion would keep an eye on things, but considering that the hyenas weren't meant to be part of the plan in the first place, there was only so far Shenzi was willing to trust the lion. He needed to make sure that this went as well as it could.

"Volunteers. I want volunteers, boys."

"For what?" one hyena asked.

"For the front line. Hate to say it, but if you volunteer, you're not coming back. At least, not all of you."

Lucky for the prince, he was so far down that there was no way that he heard that, but the rest of the hyenas did. They all turned to him, and Shenzi couldn't quite pull the grin back on his face.

This was where things got serious. If they played this right, then they would have someone that was indebted to them on the heights. They'd have someone that would give them favors rather than be suspicious of them all the time. They could finally have something in the Pride Lands that wasn't at risk of being taken away the minute that they did something that the king could spin as dangerous.

To get there, however, they had to survive Mufasa, and the king would be coming in angry. Very, very angry.

"This is our chance, boys. It's going to be dangerous...and some of us might die. Anyone that doesn't want to risk it, don't step forward. I can't blame you if you do."

One by one, ten hyenas volunteered. Six of them were old, half-starving even after coming down into the Pride Lands. Two were young, probably hoping that they could save others. Two more were a little on the sickly side, ones that might recover, but might not. All in all, they were as close to expendable as the hyenas had, and both Shenzi and they knew that they wouldn't be as missed if they ended up dying from the fight.

Nodding at them, Shenzi gestured towards the plains. The lions, the Pride, and whatever else they had gathered for help would be coming from that direction. Anyone that was going to stand in the way would need to be over there. As the volunteers loped off in that direction, Shenzi tried to find some pleasure by looking back at the captured prince, but there was little to be found.

It was a calculated risk. Scar would, ostensibly, be there to keep the casualties from getting out of hand, to keep Mufasa from doing more than injuring a few hyenas. Simba would leap up, show that he was on their side, that he was doing this willingly rather than being captured. Mufasa would look like a fool in front of the entire alliance, and then the game would change.

But if Scar decided to wait...

That was why the volunteers were called. If it went bad, they needed to know what they faced. And Shenzi had every reason to believe that it was going to go bad.

The End

Summary: Simba's conditioning continues as Mufasa finds out what has happened to his son, and gathers a force to deal with that.

Tags: M/M, orgy, lion, hyena, various species, politics, anal, foot fetish, mud, series, messy, footjob, the lion king, TLK, Lion King, rule 34, gay,